A/N: Okay xxXAngelDreamerXxx here, and I'm trying something a bit different! This chapter is my entry for OrangeAnimal's one-shot contest this week. I'm not all about winning or anything, but my amazing friend Inuharrytwiclique suggested I try it out, so here I am. Every chapter will be a different prompt.

Rating: T for language and other themes

This is my very first Finn/Kurt fic, so please don't hate on me :)

The prompt: Kurt wakes up to a bad dream, Finn comforts him.

BONUS POINTS IF: The dream is about Finn.

Hold Me

~*~ Kurt's POV ~*~

A merry fire was crackling away in the stone fireplace. I looked away from it to peer around the large cozy cabin that my group of friends was currently occupying.

Sitting on the couch behind me Tina had fallen asleep, her head leaning over onto Artie's shoulder contentedly while he held her hand, smiling. Next to her was Mercedes chatting it up with Quinn of all people. Mike, Matt, and Puck had meandered into the kitchen, and were now scouring the cabinets for more food (such boys), while Santana and Brittany gossiped in the corner.

We were all hanging out at Quinn's parent's cabin for the weekend, and it was a regular Glee get-together in the middle of Winter. It was the perfect setting, snow on the ground outside in the cold, fire in the fireplace inside the cabin, except... something was missing...

"Hey, where's Finn?" My eyes swept the small living room quickly, but there was no sign of the tall teen boy anywhere. Almost everyone ignored me, and those who didn't just looked around, shrugged and went back to what they were doing before I interrupted.

Then Quinn snapped her head around to look at me, "Oh, Kurt, I think he might have gone out back to get some wood or, something," she confided, "Why don't you go on out there and see if he needs help?"

I'm sure my expression must have been something to see, because Mercedes took one look at my face and laughed out loud. I was incredulous. "You want me, me, to go out, into the snow, in this?" I said slowly, gesturing to my silky pajamas I was currently sporting. Quinn nodded. I had a few choice words in mind for that blonde, but I am a good enough person that I just unwillingly stood to leave grumbling quietly to myself.

Feeling everybody's eyes on the back of my head, I swiftly put on my fur-lined boots by the door, and made a hasty exit.

It was ungodly cold outside, and I couldn't retain a gasp as the frigid air made contact with my warm face. I swear, if I didn't want to see Finn so much, I would have just high-tailed it right back inside. Even as it was, I was debating whether or not to pursue Finn at the moment.

"Oh come on Kurt, just put on your big-boy panties and do it." After my brief self-pep-talk, I bravely marched out into the snow. I knew that the woodpile was around the back of the cabin, so that would be my first course of action.

Quietly, I snaked around the side of the house until I saw a large pile of wood. "F-F-Finn?" I called out, my voice shivering as well as the rest of me. Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing and a mumbling voice that sounded vaguely like Finn from the other side of the woodpile, and nearly ran to investigate. "Finn! What're yo-" My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me.

I had found Finn... and Rachel. No, Finn and Rachel making out! My eyes grew as wide as saucers, and I inched a bit closer to them. Then Rachel piped up.

"What do you want Gay Boy?" It wasn't the words that hurt me, I'd heard them a thousand times over, it was Finn's reaction to the biting phrase. He laughed, actually laughed, at her words and she giggled along with him like some cynical chipmunk. "Finn! What the hell is wrong with you?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I closed the distance between me and Finn, and places my hand on his face, my eyes searching for the Finn I knew.

It only infuriated him, though, "Hey get off of me you queer!" his eyes blazed with deep hatred, and then he struck me- a hard slap to the face. Though I tried to stop it, a lone tear ran down my face, and I brushed my hand over the burning sting on my cheek. "Come on Rachel," Finn continued, "Let's get away from this fag." he finished with a sneer.

Before I knew it, he shoved me hard to the ground, and started walking away. I didn't fight the tears this time. They cascaded down my face and I was screaming for him.

"FINN! Finn please c-come back! F-Finn don't do th-this!" My body wracked with sobs, and I felt a strong hand shaking my shoulder...

It was dark, someone was screaming, and a soft familiar voice was speaking to me in a worried tone. "Kurt, Kurt! Wake up! Oh god Kurt, please stop screaming." Oh, that someone is me. I forced myself to shut up and I opened my eyes to see... my room? A quick survey verified that I was indeed in my room, and Finn was there, in his pajamas, sitting on my bed with a horrified expression on his face.

All I could do was look at him, wide-eyed and slightly terrified as I recounted the events I had just witnessed. "Hey Kurt, what was that all about? I- I thought you were dying." my almost-step-brother said innocently, placing his hand on my arm in comfort. His expression turned questioning when I flinched away from the contact, "What did you dream about?"

I totally lost it then. Sobs shook my small frame as I put my head in my hands in shame. Finn, made soothing shushing sounds while he softly rubbed small circles on my back. At that time I tried to explain the dream to him in between heavy sobs. "W-we were at a c-cab-bin, and you and Rachel w-w-were, you were... and you ca-called me a... f-fag, I d-d-didn't want you t-to leave, an-and you h-hit me."

Nothing that just left my mouth made any sense to me, and I doubt Finn understood, but he apparently got the gist of it. I wanted to fully explain, but all I was capable of right now was crying uncontrollably. Finn sighed quietly, and I looked up at his face. His expression was one that could be described as sad and slightly uncomfortable. I took a deep breath as the tears finally subsided.

"Finn?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"Hold me please."

Surprisingly, he didn't object in the slightest. Finn scooted closer to me and lay me down in his lap as he wrapped his long comfortable arms around me. My body tingled at his touch, and even though the dream seemed like a reality, nothing felt more real than this. He had never held me like this and, even though it was only to comfort me, I couldn't help but think how completely right it was.Caught up in the moment, I did something that I never would have done otherwise.

When I suddenly sat up, Finn stared at me uncertainly, as if I was about to burst into tears again at any moment. Although, he definitely wasn't prepared for what I did do. Throwing caution out the window, I leaned forward and captured his lips with my own.

It had only been a second when I realized that I could totally be creeping him out. I broke the kiss with force, stumbling back on my bed a little. When I sat up, I looked Finn straight in the eye, my own wide and terrified, pleading for his understanding. I was surprised that his face didn't contain any sign of anger or disgust, but instead... lust.

I barely had time to brace myself when Finn grabbed my shirt and pulled me back in for another kiss. This time, he was trying to force a response out of me, and I complied enthusiastically. This time, when we broke apart, he smiled down at me, his face radiant.

He laughed, "Are you feeling better now?" I cocked an eyebrow at his question, and nodded, "Yes, it's good to know that you're not going to shove me into the snow and run off with Rachel." My statement confused him, "Wait, what are you talking abou-"

I cut him off, "Long story. I'd love to tell you sometime, but right now, I'm exhausted," I punctuated this with a yawn, "but will you promise me one thing Finn?"

"Of course Kurt, anything. What do you need?"

"Just, stay right here." I turned my greenish-blue gaze on him. Finn chucked and ran a hand assuredly through my hair, making me grimace, "Don't you worry Kurt, I'm not going anywhere." Ecstatic, I placed one last soft kiss on his cheek, and snuggled up to his chest as I closed my eyes.

"Finn, I love you."

"I-I think I love you too Kurt."

I smiled drowsily and fell into a comfortable, dreamless sleep in Finn's arms.

A/N: Yay! That's the end, and for my very first, I think it turned out okay. Remember, reviews are love!