Hey there! This is just a quick one-shot I wrote while in class yesterday. Not much here to say otherwise, but read and enjoy! Reviews welcome, and very much appreciated :)
Finn was walking towards his room after a particularly rough Saturday morning football practice. As he passed Kurt's room, he heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Against his better judgment, Finn opened the door.
Kurt's room was still dark, and the sniffling sounds were coming from a lump on the bed.
"Kurt?" Finn asked quietly. All noise from the lump stopped. "You okay?"
"Go 'way," came the raspy reply. Finn sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.
"What's wrong?" Finn tugged at the blanket, and Kurt's face surfaced. Red-rimmed eyes stared back at Finn. Kurt's face was streaked with tears. His hair was unstyled, and Kurt appeared to look about ten years old.
"Go away, Finn!" Kurt murmured again, turning away from his step-brother. Finn reached out and rubbed Kurt's back. He continued rubbing the boy's back and waited for Kurt to talk.
Finn grinned when he heard a tortured sigh from the lump. "Since you won't go away, fine. I'll tell you."
"Yes!" Finn laughed. "Peskiness for the win!"
"So mature…" Kurt groaned.
"Sorry, so what's wrong?" Finn offered a smile to Kurt as the countertenor turned over to face Finn again.
"Just, everything," Kurt whimpered. "I'm tired and stressed out. Going to and from Dalton everyday is tiring, and the work is a lot harder. And Blaine got with that GAP guy, so he doesn't have time for me, unless he's telling me about Jeremiah. And I have to pretend that I don't care. No matter where I am, I have to pretend. And I'm tired of it," Kurt wiped a tear off his cheek and sniffed.
Finn ran his hand through Kurt's hard, and Kurt didn't even get mad. "I'm sorry," Finn whispered. "You shouldn't have to pretend all the time. Not everyone's perfect all the time. You shouldn't have to do this," Finn couldn't stand the look of sheer exhaustion and loneliness on his step brother's face. He reached down and easily picked up the boy, wrapping the countertenor in a hug.
Kurt's resolve to not cry crumbled, and he sobbed into Finn's chest. He grabbed a fistful of Finn's shirt, clenching it out of pure frustration. And the whole time, Finn just sat and rubbed the smaller boy's back. Finn wished he could fix everything for the boy.
Kurt eventually pulled away, wiping his face. "S-s-sorry," he stuttered, looking at his lap.
"Don't be sorry," Finn whispered. "You deserve to break down. You can't be strong all the time."
"Thanks, Finn," Kurt smiled.
"It's my job as your step-brother! I love you, bro. I'm always here for you. Especially if you choose to bring me food!" Finn ducked to avoid the box of Kleenex being thrown at his head. "Just kidding! About the food, of course," Finn shrugged.
"I'll remember that, thanks. I love you, Finn," Kurt smiled.
"Anytime," Finn turned around before leaving. "By the way, you don't have to pretend around me," he smiled and closed the door.
Kurt smiled at the closed door. As pesky as his step brother was, Kurt loved him. Kurt then heard the sounds of Finn playing drums. Normally, this sound would annoy him, but today it was comforting to know there was someone home with him.
"Peskiness for the win," he whispered with a grin before jetting down the hall to lecture Finn on his 'inability to be considerate to other people' with a smile on his face.