Title: Caveman.
Pairings: Finn/Kurt (Kinn) Established Relationship.
Warnings: M/M (boy/boy). Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plotline.
Enjoy!
A groan.
It was the sound of the terminally tired putting the proverbial foot down – or at least, they would be doing if they had the energy.
It was the sound Finn Hudson made after a gruelling three hour rehearsal, courtesy of Rachel-freaking-Berry. He had absolutely no idea why he'd ever liked her.
Three hours! Three hours of singing the same songs and going over dance routines that only seemed to get harder regardless of familiarity.
So when Mr. Shue said, "Okay guys, again!" Finn's heavily perspiring face had fallen and the exhausted noise had fallen from his lips.
Kurt Hummel turned to stare at his boyfriend in sympathy. He was tired, too, and internally plotting his latest strategy for the annihilation of Rachel. Finn flashed a weary smile at him, grateful for Kurt's comforting presence, and decided not to cause a fuss and waste more time by complaining.
The routine started again.
Voices repeated lyrics that were well on their way to being imprinted into unforgiving brains. New Directions twirled and slid and wheeled and crooned their way over the floor.
And then it all went wrong.
Puck accidentally nudged Tina.
It wasn't too hard, but it sent her staggering wildly into Artie. He lost control of his wheelchair, and veered away.
Right into Kurt's leg.
It hurt. A lot.
He let out a yell and fell to the floor, unwelcome tears shining in his eyes.
A roar.
It was the sound of the terminally tired letting out all of the bottled feelings stirring inside in one ferocious primal scream.
It was the sound Finn Hudson made when he turned round at the noise and saw his boyfriend hit the deck, trying not to cry.
He rushed over, the rumbling snarl still echoing around the shocked classroom, and scooped Kurt up in his arms, sending a death-glare at Rachel for making them be there in the first place, before stalking out of the room and marching down the corridor.
He stamped into an empty classroom and kicked the door closed behind him, before gently setting the stunned Kurt on the teacher's desk.
Finn knelt to the floor, and then carefully pulled up Kurt's trouser leg to inspect the damage. The leg was red and inflamed from the knee down, with a gathering of thin scratches from the sharp edges of the wheelchair, and Finn knew it would bruise quite spectacularly and be very painful in the coming days. He frowned. He knew Kurt didn't like his perfect skin being marred, and he certainly didn't want the smaller boy in pain.
Slowly, he leant towards the injured limb and ever so gently pressed his lips to the biggest scratch.
Kurt let out a gasp at the tenderness showed by his boyfriend, green eyes shining in pleased surprise.
Finn looked up at the noise and smiled sheepishly at Kurt, who gazed at Finn lovingly, before letting out a soft giggle.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Finn, confused.
"You growled at everyone! Like a caveman!" And the soprano let out another giggle.
"Oh, did I?" Finn grinned, and then grunted, "Me caveman."
Kurt giggled again. "See? I told you so. So, does the caveman need food?"
Finn let the warm, slightly lopsided smile reserved only for Kurt flood on to his face, and grunted, "No."
"No?" Kurt's elfin face was lit up with glee despite the pain in his leg. "What does the caveman need, then?"
Finn stood up, and pressed his forehead to the younger boy's, wrapping his long arms around the other teenager, closing his eyes and breathing in the vanilla and strawberry scent that was his boyfriend.
"Caveman need Kurt."
*Blinks sheepishly* So, what do you think? Reviews are welcome! Flames are not.