Title: Going Down On You
Summary: You're the iceberg and I'm the Titanic. Unsinkable, yet I'm going down on you.
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash (as always), light language, a tad bit dark-esque angst.
Pairing: One-side Finn/Kurt. Pre-marriage.
A/N: As much as I'd love to use the glaringly obvious double innuendo, I can't. Did you see the rating? Yup. Anyways, I think I might use this title for other one-shots as well. Enjoy this one! And yeah, I'm a tad bit back from my Glee hiatus, but I needed to do a little FinnxKurt. Obviously before their 'rents started dating, I don't write incest that often.
I ought to be strong, my back straight
like an unbreakable steel pole.
Sadly,
steel melts.
I ought to be proud and in your face,
almost as glaringly obvious as that awful rash.
Sadly,
cosmetic infections heal.
I ought to be sturdy,
a wooden stoke of proweress and awesomeness.
Sadly,
wood burns.
I ought to be the Titanic,
unsinkable and flawless.
And yet the Titanic sunk.
Down down down,
hitting the bottom of the sea.
From the best in the world,
to the biggest mistake.
I want to be amazing
I want to rise from the bottom.
But if it's not the
constrictions
of my peers,
it's you.
You
and this
stupid
feeling
that settles in my gut.
You're a fucking iceberg,
dragging me down from
my fame.
My chance.
Me?
It's
my
fault?
Me,
blaming anyone
but myself?
Nah, it's all
your
fault.
You
and that stupid
way you look.
And talk.
And walk.
And act.
And how you care
for
everyone.
My God.
I don't love you.
No, I don't.
It's one of those
fleeting crushes.
Everyone gets them.
No big deal.
I'm lying.
And sinking.
A/N(cont.): Wow, sorry that came out so shit. It really was better in my head. Urgh, but I do have an awful headache...
Anyways, I'm so not a review junkie. *coughnudgewinkelbow*