So this is after the events in Episode 9/Season 2 „Special Education"(anyone else think that's kind of a weird title?), so if you haven't seen it avoid like the plague!.
This is my first fanfiction and thusly far from perfect, please bear with me.
I'm not really sure about that title, because it sounds somewhat incestuous, but true Gleeks will be aware that Kurt and Finn are not actually brothers.
I apologize if everybody behaves out of character, but oh well, it can't be helped.
There is a distinct chance of smut happening later on, thus the M-rating. Plus I'm super paranoid xD
„Brotherly love"
Finn lay on his bed. He had closed his eyes, pulled the blanket over his head and tried with all his will-power to fall asleep.
If he could fall asleep he wouldn't have to think about Rachel anymore and there was nothing he wanted more than that.
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Kurt opened the door to the room he shared with his new step-brother.
He had arranged himself with sharing a room with Finn. Not that there had been much of a choice really. Burt and Carole had sacrificed all of their honeymoon savings for the Dalton tuition, but that had only been the start.
As it turned out going to Dalton was even more expensive than expected, with fees for books, uniform, excursions and the prospect of future tuition payments in sight, they had to settle for a smaller house than originally intended.
Burt and Carole had apologized profusely, since they had promised each of the boys their own room.
Kurt couldn't be upset, if anything he felt guilty.
Finn had sulked for a few days, but he had grudgingly accepted that it was all for the best.
In a moment of brotherly bonding he had told Kurt that he was okay with it and had given him a hug.
He dropped his bookbag on his bed, it was located at the wall on the left of the door, opposite Finn's bed near the other wall.
As he took off his Dalton Blazer, once again thinking how hideous that red looked, he noticed the Finn-shaped bulge in the other bed.
It was not unusual for his step-brother to take a nap in the afternoon, especially when he'd had football practice, but this was different.
First of all, Finn was not snoring. He didn't snore very loud, Kurt had even grown to find the sound comforting, but it was something he always did.
The lack of noise could mean only one thing: he was not asleep.
Kurt briefly thought of checking on his step-brother, since he figured that was probably what a brother ought to do in such a situation, but the blanket that hid the boy from view clearly gave the message „stay away" and he was in no mood to be shouted at.
Life at Dalton was somewhat less splendid than he had expected, it was nice to spend time with Blaine, but he only got to talk with him between classes since he was a year younger than Blaine. He also had trouble adjusting to the Warblers, they were so set on teamwork, that he felt like his uniqueness was not appreciated enough.
Although he didn't like to admit it, he also missed his friends from Glee club.
It had come so far that he even missed Rachel. If anybody had told him he would be missing little miss know-it-all he would have laughed and said something sarcastic.
Thinking of Rachel, was that the reason Finn was so down? Trouble in paradise?
He pursed his lips, he had come to really like Finn and he wanted him to be happy.
Still, the blanket-over-the-head didn't exactly invite inquiries.
With a shrug he took off the rest of his Uniform and walked over to the closet. His clothes took up about 2/3 of the space, but Finn hadn't complained, he didn't have that many clothes anyway.
He was actually relieved that Finn didn't see him, it was always a little uncomfortable to undress in front of the other one.
Even though he didn't say anything, he knew that Finn was afraid he might be checking him out and so did most of the changing in the closet or the bathroom to save them any uncomfortableness.
In a way he regretted that Finn didn't want to talk about it, because if he was given the chance he would gladly try to convince his step-brother that he had nothing more than a brotherly interest in him and it was true too.
He was over what, he now admitted, had been nothing but a childish crush. His sexuality and everything concerning it had kind of become a „let's not go there" and that might even be the reason why Finn had started to relax around him – he just didn't think about it.
He searched through his clothes till he had found the perfect outfit for a friday afternoon/evening at home; comfortable and stylish at once. He took the bundle of clothes in his arms and sneaked over to the bathroom.
He didn't know if Finn was aware he was there, since he had not stirred, but if he wanted peace and silence that was what he would get.
He put the clothes down carefully, to make sure they didn't crumple too much and closed the bathroom door as quietly as possible.
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Finn had heard Kurt come in. Any second he expected a „what's wrong with you?", but it never came. Alert, he tried to figure out what Kurt was doing by the noises he could hear. Apparently he had thrown his bag on his bed.
He couldn't suppress an uncomfortable feeling when he heard the ruffle of clothes that indicated Kurt undressing.
It was obviously necessary that his step-brother put on different clothes after school, but that didn't help the awkwardness he felt when he saw the lean boy in various states of nakedness.
Which was odd considering he was a member of the football team and changed in a room full of half-naked boys. Things were always different when Kurt was concerned.
The door of the closet opened with a barely audible creak and Finn almost grinned when he pictured the other boys face, drawn up in concentration, trying to find the perfect outfit.
Not unlike Rachel and her obsession with looking perfect on any given hour of the day. Rachel. His smile faltered and he forbid himself to think about her, instead he listened intently.
„Perfect!" he heard his step-brother whisper and smiled quietly to himself, so he had found the perfect outfit, not surprising considering the sheer amount of clothes that boy had.
The sound of steps and then a door being pulled shut made him relax. He pulled the blanket away from his head and stared at the ceiling. He just wasn't not tired enough. A nice hot bath might do the trick, he decided and got up.
He took his pyjamas out from underneath his pillow, Carole folded them neatly and made his bed every day, grabbed a towel from the closet and entered the bathroom.
He was greeted by the sound of running water. The shower was on, but there was noone in it.
Slightly confused Finn turned over to the bathtub, where he saw him, Kurt.
Naked. Staring at him in something akin to horror.