Title: Dear Mr. Supercomputer.
Pairing: Kurt/Finn
Warnings: Sex, eventually.
Word Count: 810
Rating: M.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…Dear Mr. Supercomputer belongs to Sufjan Stevens; the lyrics are unrelated, I just needed a song with a matching title.
Author's Note: As a nineteen year old girl, I feel like I should have discovered livejournal long before this afternoon, but, sadly, that is not the case. I'm fully enjoying myself, and am making up for lost time on the Glee Kink Meme. This story is written in response to the prompt:
"Finn's computer crashes bit it's an emergency and he really has to print something out/email a paper so he uses Kurt's. He doesn't mean to snoop but before he knows it he's reading through pages and pages of Kurt's fantasies - starring Finn. When Kurt comes home Finn is waiting for him (maybe he fulfills one of the fantasies play by play, whatever you want)."
More to come soon!
Where The Road Parts.
Finn's fingers flew across the keys, trying desperately to finish the essay before his laptop died completely. Somehow he had managed to leave the charger at school, and his computer had—he glanced down—three percent battery left. A lone bead of sweat dripped down his forehead as he typed the last sentence, barely paying attention to what he was saying. Fingers shaking, he hit the enter key twice and typed the two most reassuring words he could think of: The end.
Finn breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the printer sitting on Kurt's desk, and checked the battery life again—two percent. Definitely not enough. Finn bit his lip, contemplating. He could print it out at school, yes, but that would mean arriving at school early, which would mean getting Kurt out of the house early, and that wasn't really an option. Kurt's computer was on the desk next to the printer, looking wonderfully plugged in. Kurt had said it was off limits, but this really was an emergency…
Making up his mind, Finn emailed the essay to himself, willing it to go through before his laptop died. It did, barely, and he walked over to Kurt's computer to the sound of his laptop shutting down. He sat down and wiggled the mouse experimentally. The monitor came to life, a blue background with a picture of Dorothy's ruby slippers in the middle. Kurt's name was underneath, along with a textbox that said password.
Crossing his fingers, Finn hit enter. No such luck. A red X appeared, followed by "The username or password is incorrect." Below it, "Password hint: Stop snooping." And below that: "Reset password." No, he couldn't do that, not if he expected to get away with this. He sat back in Kurt's chair, trying to think of what he would use as a password. Experimentally, he typed gleeclub. Nope. Ladygaga. Not that, either. Badromance.
Bingo. The computer came to life, complete with a runway photo as the desktop and pink icons. Smiling to himself, Finn opened Firefox and quickly navigated to his email. Thankfully, Kurt didn't have Gmail, so he didn't accidentally see anything he wasn't supposed to. He downloaded the attachment, reminding himself to delete it before Kurt noticed, and a few moments later his essay was lying in the printer, ready for class tomorrow.
Finn closed all the windows he had opened, deleted the attachment and was about to log off when he noticed a folder at the bottom, left-hand corner of the screen labeled Private. He glanced at the time—quarter past six. Kurt was out shopping with Mercedes, and the mall didn't close until nine. Finn had plenty of time to himself, and he had to admit, he was a little curious about what Kurt thought warranted such a label. Feeling a little guilty, he clicked the folder.
A window popped up, containing two more folders. One was labeled Top Secret Glee Ideas, and Finn smiled again. Of course Kurt would feel the need to guard any song ideas he had with his life, especially after what had happened with Defying Gravity all those months ago. Finn looked at the other, and his smile froze. It was a single letter, but what a letter.
X.
The mouse hovered over it, seeming to taunt him. Finn had looked at gay porn before, mostly out of curiosity, but it was the thought of Kurt sitting here, in this chair, getting off that was suddenly overwhelming. After the big fight he and Kurt had had when he first moved in, they had set out a series of ground rules, number one being the complete omission of anything related to sex, or Kurt's crush. That was months ago, and it had gone unspoken for long enough Finn had nearly forgotten about it.
But he supposed that wasn't entirely true. There had been lingering glances, occasional touches that went a little beyond accidentally bumping into each other in the hall, and, every now and then, stray thoughts on his part, wondering if he had made the right decision in turning Kurt down. Fingers shaking for an entirely different reason, Finn clicked on the folder, unable to help himself.
Three more folders greeted him, labeled unsurprisingly: Photos, Links, and Videos. Finn was about to close the window and start forgetting this had ever happened when he noticed a fourth folder, again in the bottom left corner. His heart stopped beating, then kicked back in overdrive. Powerless to stop himself, and trying to remember to keep breathing, he clicked on his name. It was filled with .doc files with titles that would have seemed innocent under any other circumstances. There was Birthday and Glee, Glee 2, Glee 3 and Football, among others. Almost unaware he was doing it, Finn selected that one. Word opened, and he started reading.
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