I really got into not only Finn/Kurt but also found my love for writing in general again and decided to try my hand at a few other plots.
Hope you enjoyChapter 1'You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need'.
Kurt POVThose words WOULD NOT leave my head, even after the sheer buzz of winning sectionals and the celebrations which ensued, which were not unlike my lovely time spent with Ms Rhodes earlier that year: drunken, but a lot more fun. Everyone had danced the night away at this lovely little bar by my house.
Come to think of everyone was singing too, it didn't feel like singing because usually Rachel is shouting at us if we get it wrong or there's this huge amount of pressure on us, again, because of Rachel. Plus Brit and Santana really went for it, they've got incredible voices, and its so rare I get to hear them sing melody. Must bring that up with Mr Shue asap.
But I suppose once we could let loose, with Matt doing his robot and Cedes giving it the diva hand all over the dance floor we all forgot what time it was.
But of course there was someone missing last night, Puck. He apparently didn't have the courage to come and celebrate what we had done as a team, together, regardless of all the baby drama. Hmm, not so tough after all I suppose. Even Quinn came and had a little dance before bowing out gracefully-ish complaining about her ankles. But someone who definitely drowned his sorrows last night was Finn. Poor Finn, I wish I could have told him earlier about Quinn and the baby, it killed me him being kept in the dark, and he's clueless even with giant flood lights shone on him poor guy.
But I've got to teach myself that just because we did a lot of dancing last night and had a lot of fun, and that he held my fringe back for me (eugh), that means that he's suddenly going to realise that he infact DOES like boys, and the boy he likes is me. No….. That's never going to happen. So stop Kurt…. Stop hurting yourself.
So here I am, Glee practice, we're straight in for regionals, hard at it so those guys over at Vocal Adrenaline won't have a slight chance at beating our amazing lineup of talent. After Mr Shue said goodbye and told us to make sure we clear the place properly this time, emphasis on properly, I head an all to familiar voice from behind me.
'Uh, Kurt?' It was Finn 'Could I come back to yours for a couple of hours?'
'Erm ok, Why?' I have no idea why I questioned it, why WOULDN'T I want him to come back home?
'My mums just changed the locks on the house and I picked up the wrong keys this morning.' Finn scratched his head.
I agreed without hesitation, what else could I say? I couldn't let him stand around outside his house or something stupid like that. Plus Finn and I had become each other's confidantes since Mr Shue paired us off for the Ballad-y week of fun. Well, truthfully more so him than me, I didn't have as many problems. Well… at least not as many I could talk to Finn about, after all, he was the reason for most of them.
'I've texted my mum to tell her I'll be at your place. She's going to text me when she's back home so I can get in as well'. We both climbed into my car. I chuckled.
'How many times has this happened now?
'Erm, about five including this time' Finn answered, trying not to make a big deal out of it.
'Haven't you got some kind of way to tell yourself which is the right key?'
'Well, I did put tip ex on the new one when the locks were changed yesterday'
I nodded, seemed a pretty safe system.
'But then when I got to school today, I realised I'd done that before a few months ago with the old key.'
I sighed.
As I walked down the stairs to my room, I told Finn to just put his stuff anywhere as I hung my now favourite leather jacket away in the closet and put my bag down on the desk.
'So, how long do you think we've got to kill before your mum gets home?'
Well, I don't really know, maybe two or three hours?' Finn answered, again, scratching his head, he's so cute when he's confused. Gladly that's most of the time, which works nicely for me.
I asked if I could get him a drink to which he answered the standard football jock answer:
'Yeah, a beer or something would be good'
'After last night?' I looked at him astonished.
'Yeah, I know, I don't really remember much, apart from lots of dancing, lots of it'
'Yeah tell me about it' I said as I went upstairs to get a beer
I shouted down to him from the kitchen. 'You would've thought we'd had enough of that at Sectionals. Belting a song on the fly like that too. But then again you were the knight in shining armour there, finding us the song'.
He smiled at me. 'I knew that all the crap that went down wasn't worth jeopardising all the hard work we'd put in as a team, plus all the slushee facials too.
Finn, two beers later, after we chatted about various Glee business, me coming back to the football team (I really doubt that) and Rachel (how overenthusiastic she is) decided to say something meaningful.
'Kurt, can I talk to you about something?' He said looking down at his empty bottle.
'Of course' I answered 'I'd like to think I'm one of the people you can talk about anything to'
'What do you think I should do?' I looked at him and frowned. 'With Quinn, and the baby, and Puck, and everything else that's just fallen down around me'
I took a deep breath and sat down next to him at the end of the bed. Even when he's sitting down he's stupidly tall, but still so, SO handsome.
'Well, I don't think its really my place to give you all out advice Finn, because, like you know, this is a huge situation' I was grasping for what to say, I don't know what to do, if I give him advice and he goes running back to Quinn and she takes him back, my chances are gone, but I want him to be happy all the same.
'But you asked, and I'm going to tell you what I think' I took a deep breath as I looked up at him next to me. Finn looked at me right in the eyes.
I had to look away.
'I see it as you've got three options. First you can stay as you are at the moment, completely block Puck and Quinn and all the drama out of your mind. But that's going to be difficult because of Glee club. Secondly you could forgive Puck and Quinn, make your peace for the sake of your health and everything else, still see them at rehearsals and football and everything, but that may be hard to do, only you know that. Or thirdly you can try and move past this, see if Noah really is a true friend and if Quinn really loves you and try and give it another go'. I couldn't believe I'd just done that. Goodbye Finn.
He didn't say anything; he just sat there, staring at the floor, occasionally the empty bottle in his hands. Had I said something wrong? Had I upset him? I knew as much as he usually does about the situation at that moment in time.
Finally he looked back at me again.
'Kurt, thank you so much'
'For what?' I was confused.
'For just being there for me, for not having any hidden motives, for being a good friend' I sighed, that's exactly what I had though, and I hated it.
'Your welcome Finn' I said placing a hand on his shoulder. 'Its sort of what I'm here for.'
Finn looked dead straight into my eyes, god he's gorgeous, but all I can do now is be a good friend, as he said.
'You're the one person though all of this that has been there, not just since everything came out, but for as long as I've been all stressed thinking the baby was mine' I could hear his voice breaking, his eyes went back down to the empty beer bottle.
'Finn, Finn, look at me.' I stared directly at him. 'LOOK at me' He raised his eyes to me and we caught each other's gazes again. 'I will always be here for you, no matter how long all this lingers for, no matter what you choose, even no matter how long you keep not being able to move and sing at the same time' Finn chuckled a little.
But after saying that I don't know what happened, Finn had suddenly decided to move even closer to me, locking our lips in a blissfully delicious kiss. After about five seconds Finn pulled away slowly.
'Uuhh….I….I…' I could hardly hear myself think, let alone speak. I don't even know why I tried.
'Oh God' Finn said under his breath 'I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't…I wasn't…I' He couldn't finish his sentence even if he was able to string more than two words together at that time, because now I was doing the exact same thing. I leant in to kiss him, more tender this time. I felt out tongues touch as we kissed, his hand sliding up my leg as he crouched down to be more at my level. He ended the kiss with a smile as he pulled away.
'That was…well…' he said gently.
'I know' I said, unable to not show the mixture of happiness and shock on my face
I noticed Finn had dropped his empty bottle; there was no need to look at it anymore.
He smiled at me, but then his smile rapidly contorted into a look of confusion and sadness.
'I'm so sorry Kurt' he said to me, his voice breaking again.
'No, don't be sorry, is this what you want though? I mean you've only had two beers, but are you just having me take advantage of you?'
Finn looked right at me, hell it was more like he was looking right through me.
'Do you just want someone to care about you?'
He just stared at me, that moment felt like forever.
'I….I don't want you to care about me Kurt.'
I just blinked at him, what else could I do?
'I need you to'
