Title: Warm Milk
Started: 12/14/11 9:40 p.m.
Finished: 12/14/11 10:10 p.m.
Summary: Angsty Finn over a glass of warm milk. Finchel and implied klaine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its respective characters.
Finn's hand squeezed tighter around the glass in his hand. He'd warmed the milk a bit too long, so he waited for it to reach something that was a little less piping hot. Didn't really matter though. His fingers were numb.
Small steps descended the stairs, and he continued to stare into his milk.
"The kids are all asleep. Macy finally stopped crying, but we might have some incidents later tonight."
He looked up at Rachel, the catch in her voice and the red in her eyes showing that she'd only just stopped crying herself. He was a wreck. Seeing his family in such pain…and remembering what caused that pain made his throat constrict.
"Yeah, I…kind of figured we might."
They were quiet for a while, Rachel wringing her hands and Finn tapping the side of his glass as they stared at each other. She finally cleared her throat and broke the silence, her voice a little clogged.
"It's uh…It's really nice that you're letting Blaine stay here for a few days."
Finn shook his head dismissively. "Of course. He's family. I'd do the same thing. Besides, I really don't think he should be by himself right now."
She nodded, her eyes shifting down to the milk. Her breath caught, and her eyes welled, but she didn't cry. They were done with crying. For tonight. "I-is that…?"
He smiled down at the glass in his hand. "Yep. Warm milk."
She laughed breathlessly, without humor. "Um…should we have a lady chat?"
He smirked derisively and his thumb tapped the glass. "Nah…it's fine…"
Rachel sighed and walked over to him, leaning over his seated form and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "You shouldn't stay up all night Finn. We've got a lot of planning to take care of tomorrow."
Finn shifted uncomfortably and his throat constricted again. The person who they would usually count on to organize this kind of thing…
"Yeah…I'll be up in a minute."
She wordlessly kissed his temple and went back upstairs, leaving Finn with his lukewarm milk. He stared at it for a little bit longer before he took a drink, polishing off the whole glass in one swig.
He stood up and set the empty glass on the table with a clang that sounded like it echoed all through their quiet house.
"…Good night Kurt," he told the glass, and joined his wife upstairs.
FIN
I carried a glass of milk to the kitchen, and this was born. Please excuse me, I must go find something fluffy to wash my brain clean with!