Seriously, I frikkin love the Finn/Kurt brother stories. So, that inspired this, a lot. Also, after reading an amazing (but almost completed:'[ ) Sam/Kurt fanfic, Sam was on my mind. Hence, the oneshot was born! Please, review. I may continue with a series of oneshots (based one both Kurt/Finn brother stuff) becasuse I really enjoyed writing this.

Disclaimer;; Glee, and the Little Mermaid do not belong to me. Though i do own the Glee and the Little Mermaid DVDs. But the writing is all mine, as is the idea.

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The TV in my room played a Disney movie, The Little Mermaid. When I was younger, Mom use to watch it with me when I had a rough day at school. She'd cuddle up with me, and tell me how nothing should ever bring me down. In my haze, I faintly heard a familiar tune come from the huge TV.

And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?
Burn?

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?
Out of the sea

Wish I could be
Part of that world

Tears pricked into my eyes, as I thought about those words. Mom always sang that exact part to me. I'd smile, my eight year old smile, and rub her bald head. Mom had cancer; she was diagnosed when I was six. That's the day she didn't come home for a while. In my eyes, she died a little.

In my tears, and lonely thoughts, I didn't see a huge figure come down to my bed. I didn't see who placed a massive bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream on my night stand. But, I did hear a husky voice ask me if I was alright. But, even the insanely dim Finn Hudson knew I wasn't okay.

My brother, oddly enough, knew when anyone, and everyone, was feeling down about themselves. Finn put on a goofy, but assuring smile, and ask you about it. Then, like putty, you'd melt into his hands, and either punch him (courtesy of Puck, and sometimes Quinn) and tell him that life sucks, rather not talk about it. Or you'd start to cry (courtesy of Rachel, all the girls, sometimes me) and complain, before he pulled you slowly into reality.

But, I had cried enough in the past hour. Looking up to Finn, I felt my cold bitter Kurt come out, "No, Finn. My boyfriend just dumped me, rather profoundly, for a self acclaimed gay; he called me 'the biggest faggot in Lima' before slushing me in the face. I'm not okay." My voice cracked, slightly, knowing that Finn hadn't known about all of this.

"Sam did this? Wait the nicest guy AT SCHOOL called you a 'faggot'? His ass will be mine, ugh that little!" Finn's fist punched my bed. Laughing, I pushed him, slightly.

"Mercedes has gotten you beat, Finnland Arnold Hudson. He's now covered in slushie, according to everyone in Glee Club. But, I'm sure his ass needs a little more whooping." I assured him, trying to keep the pity off of me. Actually, the only reason I was laughing was so I didn't start crying again.

"The ice cream's gonna melt if you don't eat it now." Finn handed me the bowl. I ate it all, faster than Finn has ever eaten anything. It was quite impressive. But, then again, I haven't been eating much lately. Having your heart break into two pieces makes it impossible to eat.

My stomach contorted into knots at the thought of my heart. My heart wasn't broken; it was shattered. More than a million pieces. I spent hours on Sam, thinking about how I should look, how I should act. I even told Mercedes no because Sam asked me if we could go see a movie alone.

I finally broke down. Tears poured out of my eyes, like they were secretly hiding there. I dumped my best friend in the world for Sam! What kind of person was I? After six months, I even gave my virginity to him (though, I have no idea if that is considered giving up your virginity, considering there was no vagina in the mix) and then he broke my heart two weeks later. Arms surrounded me, and someone was whispering "Hush, Kurt it's gonna be okay."

I was transported back to when I was eight.

"Hush, Kurt it's going to be okay." But it wasn't, I thought. Mommy didn't come home. It was September 23rd. She smelled like the hospital; sick and clean. Mommy smelled so sick. Mommy never smelled sick like this. Her eyes didn't sparkle. Her voice didn't sound strong.

Mommy, my idol other than Daddy, was weak. I hated it when she was weak. It was just us. And I snuggled with my Mommy, for one last night. The tears were gone, and she pulled me into a hug. Mommy sang to me one last song. That song was from the Little Mermaid.

"Part of your world." And then Daddy told me it was time to go.

I started crying again, holding onto Mommy. I wanted her to smell like vanilla and cinnamon again. I wanted her to make me cookies when I had a bad day at school. But most of all, I wanted Mommy to get better and come home.

"Hush, Kurt it's going to be okay." Mommy assured me, kissing me. Daddy picked me up, and I cried.

Mommy was never coming home.

"Kurt, why are you saying 'Mommy don't go?'?" A voice pulled me back into reality. I couldn't find the words, so I didn't say anything. Instead, I listened to the rhythm of Finn Hudson's heartbeat, trying to calm down.

"Sorry. I just thought of my Mom." I whispered. "Finn, the real reason I'm heartbroken is because Sam and I, well, I'm not about to die a virgin," Finn looked shocked at what I was saying, "And then he broke up with me a few weeks later. You know how I said he was starting to act distant?" He nodded, "Well, that happened the day after the Deed."

"God Kurt, that sucks."

"Yeah, I know."

And with that, our attention turned to the movie. Silence hung in the air.

Finn's not that bad of a big brother. Well, that's what I keep thinking to myself.

It could be worse. Finn could be Puck.