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It was with the sound of a crash that woke Kurt up in the middle of the night. He subconsciously reached for his pendent hanging from his neck like it always has. He figures that he should be more worried as to what actually caused the crash, but right now he's just thankful something woke him from his dream.
Dream. Like it deserves to be called a dream. A dream is something the mind willingly creates while you sleep. Kurt refused to believe that any part of that 'dream' was something that he wanted to create. With a sigh he rubbed his face and thought.
He couldn't actually remember anything visual from his dream, but the feelings. He shuddered. Oh, the feelings he could remember as clear as the last issue of Vogue. Fear. Pure fear. Confusion. Acceptance. Then pain. Terrible pain.
Moving his hands from his face Kurt ran them through his hair before letting out another sigh. He turned on his bed side lamp and looked around his room. Shaking his head he climbed out of bed after noticing the empty bed ten feet away from his own. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a simple white t-shirt and put it on before making his way upstairs from the basement. Walking into the kitchen he found the missing body from the empty bed.
"Finn, what the hell are you doing?" Kurt asked his brother while leaning against the wall next to the fridge.
Finn let out a little shriek. A manly little shriek obviously.
With wide eyes Finn turned and came face to face with Kurt. "Cheezus, bro. little warning next time, yeah?" He asked while putting a glass in the sink.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "That didn't answer my question. What are you doing and what did you break? I heard the crash from our room you're lucky our parents aren't home and dad didn't run down here with his shot gun trying to find if someone broke into the house." He finished with a raised eyebrow an expectant expression firmly in place.
Finn knew that look, he sighed knowing it's better to tell Kurt the truth than any other alternative. "I- ah got hungry," He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, his left hidden behind him. "I was still more than half asleep when I made my way in here. So, when I went to grab a bowl for cereal I knocked over one of the salad bowls…and it might have broken on impact." He mumbled the last part.
Not blinking for a moment Kurt just stood there staring at Finn, when finally spoke it was a muttered, "I have an oaf for a brother." He looked around the kitchen not seeing a mess on the floor. "You cleaned it up already?"
Finn nodded, and sat down at the table, "Yeah, but..." he bit his lip looking embarrassed.
Taking a seat opposite to Finn, Kurt prompted, "But?" and waited patiently.
Looking from the table to Kurt and back, "I kinda really cut my hand." Finn managed to say.
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. Moving to sit next to his brother he stuck his own hand out, "Let me see it, Finn." He said firmly.
Finn complied, Kurt was one of the only people he knew better than to argue with unless it was in a joking way. He pulled his left hand onto the table to let Kurt see his cut with a defeated look on his face.
Seeing the hand poorly wrapped in a wash cloth, Kurt gently took his brothers wrist and turned it palm upward and unwrapped it slowly.
Finn let out a little whimper as the air hit his cut.
Kurt took in the sight, "Finn." He said in slight surprise looking up from the hand. "This is not a cut, it's a gash."
Finn just bit his lip again, "Fix it?" He asked in a childish voice.
With a nod Kurt got up and retrieved the first aid kit from the hall closet and sat back down to get to work. He took out a bottle of alcohol and some cotton balls and cleaned off the gash removing the drying blood trying to ignore Finns whimpers, he couldn't be any gentler than he already was.
"It's going to need stiches, Finn." Kurt told the bigger teen, before adding, "I can't give you stiches. We're going to have to go to the hospital. I'll call Noah to drive us since you obviously can't drive and I don't even turn sixteen for another two months."
Kurt placed some gauze in Finns hand and stood up to retrieve his phone from the bedroom when another hand grabbed his wrist. He turned to face Finn. "What?" He asked.
"No, hospital." He said quickly, "If we go to the hospital mom and dad will never leave us home alone overnight again, man." Finn tried to reason. "Just, I don't know try? Try to stitch it yourself. Please?"
He couldn't believe he was even considering it, but Kurt sat back down. "It'd hurt, you know. Like a lot." He pointed out.
Finn let out a relieved sigh and nodded, "Yeah, I know, but it won't be too bad. Plus I can always tell our parents it happen at school during football and the sports physician fixed it up that's why we didn't go to the hospital." He said looking a little surprised at how believable the excuse seemed.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "One day a football excuse is not going to get you out of trouble. Remember that, Finny."
Kurt looked through the first aid kit till he found the needles and surgical thread. "So lucky moms a nurse that we even have this stuff." He said out loud not really directing it towards Finn.
Once the needle and thread where ready he cleaned off Finns hand again. Finn turned away and closed his eyes. "Tell me when it's over." He told Kurt.
"Don't be a baby, Finn. I have to look at it." Kurt said watching as Finn opened his eyes. He directed his attention back to Finns hand and brought up the needle, but he really did not want to do this. He found himself trying to will the gash closed on its own so he wouldn't have to.
Which is what it did. Kurt's eyes widened as he watched the skin pull itself back together. He heard a gasp but was unsure if it came from him or Finn. After a few moments Finns hand was back to normal minus the bits of drying blood.
"H-how did you do that?" Came the timid voice next to him.
Kurt jumped in his chair and dropped Finns hand like it was a strange alien.
Kurt looked up to see a wide eyed Finn looking back at him, his heart was beating like crazy. "I didn't do anything." He said, but part of him felt like that was a lie. He shook his head trying to get rid of that small feeling. He looked down at his own hands like they held the answer, but they didn't. He dropped his hands and looked back up to Finn.
Finn kept his eyes locked with Kurt's. "Bro, there was a big cut on my hand, and now there isn't." He tilted his head to the side like he was trying to figure Kurt out. Which Kurt was sure he was actually trying to do.
"Finn." He started, "I don't know what just happened." He said honestly. Looking back to Finns hand then back to Finns eyes, Kurt never felt more confused.
Finn studied his brother a moment long before nodding, besides their parents Finn was one of the only people that could read (that and the fact that he was one of the only people who tried) when Kurt was telling the truth. Right now he knew Kurt really had no idea what just happened. His eyes flicked down and he noticed a slight Azul glow coming from beneath Kurt's shirt. Kurt's pendent.
Kurt followed Finn's gaze downward. His necklace was glowing. "Oh." He breathed out, "That's- that is definitely new."
Finn nodded dumbly, "Yeah, a new special feature?" he asked.
Kurt nodded back, "Let's go with that."
With an audible swallow Finn stood up and washed his hand of the blood and turned to Kurt. "Bed. Time to go back to bed." He said heading back to their room.
Kurt followed numbly and put the first aid kit away on his way to the room. He paused next to his bed and looked back down at his shirt not seeing the glow coming from his pendant and sighed a bit in relief.
Settling back into his bed Finn turned to face Kurt who was matching his position. "You're my brother. Just like anything else we'll figure it out together." He said staring straight at Kurt's eyes. They've been brothers for nearly five years that means something to them especially when they also can say they're each other's best friend too.
Kurt nodded, "I know." He said and he did know. He knew Finn would always have his back and vice versa. Not matter how much he knew he was out of place here and now, he knew he was never alone. He would always have his dad, step-mom and Finn.
"Night, Little bro." Finn told him while turning off his light.
Mirroring Finn's actions and settling on his back in the dark he called out. "Night, bro."
Both boys fell back asleep and involuntarily let out a shudder as a crooked figure watched their house from the closes distance it was able to. So close.
It turned from its perch in a tree. With a crooked finger it sliced the air making an opening into The Near, it jumped in leaving nothing behind to trace it.
So close. Always so close.
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