Home Sweet Home
Chapter 1: Don't Cry
"Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin is changin' inside you
And don't you know..."
Finn stood over his bed, unpacking all his belongings, unsuccessfully trying to fold them, and stowing them away randomly into the dresser across the room. The space itself had been rightfully restored to its original white on white tone; Finn insisted to Kurt that he liked the room better this way. They agreed that sharing a room wouldn't be so bad as long as the soprano would give him some space. Their beds were by opposite walls and there was no divider between the rooms. Finn felt terrible when Kurt asked if he wanted one again. After the whole red dress incident, Kurt told his dad how Finn stood up for him, and he allowed Finn to come back to live with them; though Burt still gave Finn the evil eye whenever they were alone, so Finn steered clear of the house when no one was home and made sure Kurt came home with him from wherever they were. It had only been a week he was home and Finn was still a little overwhelmed. Kurt tried to help him, but only when it was necessary. He tried not to make direct contact with him; although, it never worked out.
"Finn Hudson, what do you think your doing?" A high-pitched, but undoubtedly male voice broke through the quiet. Finn looked up questioningly at the boy, who was walking over to him, "Your doing it all wrong. Your supposed to fold the arms together, and then fold it over. God, you're such a boy!" He almost said boy like it was offensive.
Finn rolled his eyes and continued crumpling his clothes, "Sorry, dude, I don't fold clothes." He smiled when Kurt winced at 'dude.'
"Oh, just give that to me! All your clothes will be wrinkled when you wear them. Do you want to go around looking like you just rolled out of bed?" Kurt pulled the bag of clothes over to him, taking out some of the pants, and grabbed the shirt out of Finn's hands. He began folding them all.
"You really don't have to-"
"Please! We're practically brothers now, Finn. I can't let you disrespect your clothes like that."
Finn laughed and sat on the bed, watching Kurt sift pointedly through his boxers. His cheeks held a slight blush. "Well I never knew that clothes had feelings nowadays."
"Oh, they do, Finn," His eyes held a predatory gleam as he looked over them, "they really do…" He trailed off and continued to pick out the clothes, putting them in color-coordinating piles. Finn just watched him without giving any input. His sinuous arms worked quickly at the articles, turning them right side out. His face was both concentrated, yet not really there. Finn wondered what was going on inside his head. "I'm appalled at your lack of fashion," he continued, looking disgusted with his clothes, "It's really depressing when I think about it. With your fashion sense…I can't believe your actually going to be my brother."
With that he looked up at Finn with a slight frown. He placed down the underwear he was folding, for once without being embarrassed. Kurt sat next to Finn shifting over when their thighs touched accidentally. He looked towards him, "Are you okay with this, Finn? I mean, I know your uncomfortable still, but I really do want this to work out."
Finn shrugged carelessly, "I'm dealing… I guess I'm just trying to get by right now, you know? I just feel like everything's so unreal. Don't get me wrong I'd love to have a brother; I've always wanted one. It's just coming at me really fast, and I feel like I'm not ready, but like I said, I'm dealing…" He put his hands over his face and nervously rubbed at non-existing dirt, sighing slightly. Then, for the first time in a couple days, Kurt placed his hand on the back of his shoulder and rubbed a small circle. Finn twitched, but didn't protest. He sat there and absorbed the momentary compassion coming from his friend. Kurt let his hand fall between their legs.
They sat in silence for a few seconds until Finn did something without thinking; he took hold of Kurt's hand and interlocked their fingers. He looked at Kurt, who was now tensely staring across the room. Finn squeezed softly, and Kurt turned his head slowly. "I know that you like me and all," Kurt blushed, "but I want you to know that even though I'll never feel that way about you, I'll always be here. And I'm going to try to be the best brother I can. I may not be able to do the fashion stuff, or clean my side of the room, or teach you how to do 'things' with guys," Kurt's blush deepened. Finn held up their hands, "But I will always be here for you, so if anything's ever wrong, just tell me, okay? Especially if you have anymore trouble with Karofsky." He felt his body tense at just the name of the piece of scum.
Kurt sat speechless, and he just nodded letting his hand fall out of Finn's tiredly. He got up and continued to fold Finn's clothes again. His face was flushed, and there was a touch of a smile gracing his face. "Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
Finn got up with a grin, "I'm going to take a shower." Finn grabbed a t-shirt and mesh-shorts out of one of the newly-folded piles, "And Kurt," he looked up from his work, "Would you want to go to the mall tomorrow? I think I need some new clothes…"
Kurt's face brightened immediately, "Is that even a question? I'd love to! Oh my god, we have got to get you a new jacket and maybe some more varieties of sweater's, oh and skinny jeans. You could have the legs for it, even though your posture might not hold it up, but we'll fix that…" Finn laughed outright and listened to Kurt bashing his sense of style. Tomorrow was Saturday.
"Okay, okay," he said with approval, "Whatever you want. Umm, can I take a shower now?"
Kurt smiled, "No you're not allowed, Finn, you must forever suffer smelling bad and being dirty…" Finn pouted jokingly, "Go ahead, stupid." Finn smiled and ran into the bathroom.
It was 10:30 by the time Finn was done in the bathroom. He noticed Kurt conducting his nightly skin routine in the corner and disregarded it unquestioningly. Throwing himself down onto the bed, he almost immediately wanted to go to sleep; he was exhausted. Like usual though, thoughts invaded his head like a never ending typhoon of disaster, but not all thoughts were that disastrous.
He thought about Puck and Quinn; how she was actually allowing him to name and meet the baby when it was born, when he had dreamed for months to do the same. It wasn't like he cared, well he did, but he was over it now. Puck was pretty much his friend again with the occasional conversations between them, but it never lasted too long because they ran out of subjects. He still wouldn't speak to Quinn. Finn just didn't want to get involved with all her baby mama drama anymore. He was mostly just focused on Glee these days since sectionals were coming up. Practice was like a trip to hell lately with all the dancing they had to learn and yelling they had to endure from a frustrated Rachel Berry. It was true, he had a major crush on Rachel, I mean who wouldn't, her body was smokin' but lately she was the biggest bitch. I guess it was just her way of letting out her anger for all the pressure she was under though, plus the fact that her asinine ex-beau had jumped ship back to Vocal Adrenaline and her mom was also their coach. That's a lot to take in, right? So, he obviously wasn't getting any from her for a while.
Finn pulled his pillow over his head and breathed in the scent of fresh detergent. Then, he sat up and threw it at Kurt, who was still conditioning his face. It hit him square in the back of the head and made him topple forward slightly, dropping the cream bottle in his hand. He turned around furiously.
"What the hell, Finn?"
Finn laughed, "Are you done yet, man?" And then, there was Kurt, his soon to be brother. These past few days, they were almost inseparable, besides the fact that they wouldn't go near each other, yet there was this connection there. A strange link had formed between them. An occasional smile shared, the meeting of the eyes, shy glances, and being paired in Spanish helped a lot too, since they did their homework together nowadays. Finn wanted their family to work now that he realized how much the four of them, Burt and his mom included, needed it. Anyway, back to the main dialogue.
Kurt was glaring at him harshly, "Give me a minute, dude!" He spat out dude like an insult and turned around swiftly, continuing on his face. Finn smirked secretly.
"I just want to watch a movie," he got up and walked over to the shelf of DVDs, "What'cha you feeling tonight? Horror, comedy or in between?"
He heard Kurt sigh dramatically, "I was thinking of something more along the lines of Remember the Titans. At least, for your sake, you won't fall asleep on me this time."
Finn pulled out the DVD case, "I so did not, man, I was just resting my eyes; the TV was bright, okay? And sorry that the friggen' fiddler roof man movie made me want to punch a baby. I mean, who plays a fiddle on a freakin' roof without falling off?" Hurt didn't comment at that.
He popped the movie in as Kurt was settling himself on their settee. According to Kurt, they needed a huge TV and living room set for Finn to settle in properly. He picked up the remote and sat on the opposite side of the couch, lazily lounging with his feet sprawled onto their coffee table. Kurt pursed his lips and glared out of the corner of his eyes. He as curled up, feet tucked under him, and blanket around his shoulders. He pressed play and skipped the previews; then, he hit the play button again when they reached the main menu. Finn got really confused how turning on a movie was such a process. The more he thought about, the more his head hurt. Whatever, the movie was starting.
They watched with sad smiles, mostly on Finn's part, with the remembrance of their football days, laughing at the funny lines and especially Sunshine, Kurt's favorite character, and cheering at their wins. As always, in almost every movie, Kurt started crying loud and obnoxiously when Gerry was in the hospital and him and Julius finalized their friendship and accepted their teammates fully. The crying got louder at the funeral scene. Like usual, Finn got up and retrieved the tissue box from the bathroom and handed it over to Kurt with a grimace, getting a mumbled 'thanks' in return. It wasn't like he minded Kurt crying, nor was it that the high pitched girly whines he admitted, Finn just couldn't stand seeing his friend/brother so upset without being able to help. Just seeing his red and puffy eyes, flushed cheeks, and frowning face made Finn's eyes glisten slightly. He rubbed his eyes, feigning tiredness to conceal his tears, and turned off the TV. Kurt's crying had subsided to sniffles and hiccups. He blew his nose noisily and dragged himself over to his bed, as Finn did the same, shutting off the lights.
"Goodnight, Kurt," he said after he got settled in.
Kurt spoke very lightly, "Night, Finn Hudson."
Finn smiled slightly at the given name. He curled into his warm sheets and little by little drifted into a dizzying slumber. That night, Finn's dreams held visions of Kurt and him in the movie, with Kurt in the hospital bed. Finn was crying, but the scene swiftly changed to that of him and Kurt drinking iced tea on the beach and tanning. Both dreams made his head hurt…
So, what do you think? Like it or hate it? Tell me please!
There will be romance in this story don't you worry, I'm just not sure between who yet. But, there's definitely going to be a developing Finn/Kurt romance, a bit gradually.
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