Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy.
Fumbling with his key in the doorway, Finn didn't bother to silence his footsteps, knowing that the other residents of the Hummel-Hudson household should have retired to bed by now. Puck had invited him over to his house for an awesome night of junk food and Halo, and before Finn realised it, the bright red numbers on his watch were reading midnight.
Toeing off his shoes in the doorway, Finn stumbled further into the house. Who knew that staring at a screen for almost 7 hours could make his eyes ache and his body feel so heavy? He needed sleep. Making his way towards the hallway, Finn was startled out of his daze by a soft light coming from the lounge. Moving in the direction of the glow, Finn cautiously looked around the room. The television was turned on, displaying a blank blue screen. Obviously, just finished a movie. Somebody must have forgot to take the DVD out of the player. As Finn tiredly wobbled his way into the room with the intention of turning the screen off, there was a quiet rustle behind him. Despite his exhaustion, Finn is quite sure he has never moved so quickly before. He spun around on the spot, eyes suddenly alert and darting around the room. There.
Fast asleep on the couch was Kurt. His legs were slightly curled up to his chest, and his body had slumped against the arm of the chair. From this close distance, Finn could see the steady rise and fall of the smaller boy's chest. Kurt's lips were slightly parted and his facial muscles had completely relaxed. It was a nice change to see something other than the usual constant smirk of superiority or contempt (usually reserved for the jocks at McKinley) on his step-brother's face.
Seeing Kurt's head almost dangling at an odd angle over the arm, Finn decided it probably wouldn't be a good thing to leave the smaller boy in such an awkward (if not adorable) position. Finn crouched to slide an arm underneath Kurt's shoulders and another beneath his knees. Lifting his cargo with care and surprising ease, Finn proceeded down the hallway, his tired feet leading him towards the closest bed. Kurt stirred upon bring lifted, but settled down again quickly, tucking his head into Finn's chest, one small hand curling softly into the fabric of his shirt.
Entering Kurt's new room and placing him on the queen-sized bed, Finn turned slowly around to head towards his own bedroom when he noticed the drum set sitting innocently in the opposite corner.
That's funny. Didn't know Kurt played the drums… …Heeeyy…
Looking more closely around the room, Finn recognised the few decorative posters on the walls and the messy pile of laundry as his own. He turned around again to look at Kurt, who had turned into his side facing Finn, and was snuggling into his pillows. Damnit. He looked so comfortable there and Finn was really – REALLY - tired and even though Kurt was actually kinda lightweight, Finn didn't relish the idea of carrying him any further and risking him waking up.
I'm sure Kurt wouldn't mind if I just slept next to him. I mean, he doesn't LIKE LIKE me anymore; he's got that Dalton boy now.
With those reassuring thoughts, Finn went to quietly close the door, and then crept stealthily over the sleeping Kurt and slid down behind him. He didn't need the bed covers because he could feel the warmth of Kurt's body heat nearby and he carefully sidled a little closer. Wow, Kurt was so tiny next to his own frame. He seemed so fragile – a delicate, porcelain doll, especially with his expression so calm and innocent.
Finn wanted to move closer, as if to protect Kurt from his nightmares, his bullies, the entire world. He meant it when he made that promise to his new step-brother at their parents' wedding. But he was afraid how Kurt would interpret their positions if he did wake up.
Kurt snuffled in his sleep and tried to bury his head further into the pillow. Finn almost smiled at the adorableness of his little brother.
Little brother, huh?
Well, it was the sacred duty of all big brothers to take care of and protect and spoil their younger siblings. Never mind that Kurt was a few months older than him; it didn't make up for the fact that Finn was several inches taller and wider than Kurt. He could totally explain this when Kurt woke up. He half-blamed his exhausted state of mind. He also blamed Kurt's cuteness. And in that case, commence the cuddling.
Finn cautiously closed the gap between himself and Kurt, slipping one arm underneath Kurt's side and wrapping it around his chest. The other arm rested itself over the other boy's waist. Finn pushed his nose into Kurt's ruffled hair, marvelling at its' softness and inhaling the fresh fruity scent of the unique shampoo Kurt used.
And it was then that he realised something…
Kurt was the perfect size for spooning. He fit perfectly against Finn, as if the contours of his tiny body was made specifically to match Finn's. It felt good to cuddle with someone (even if it was the boy who had harboured a huge crush on him for almost the entire last year) and Finn thought he should try to convince Rachel of the benefits of spooning. But suddenly he was sure that no one would ever fit as well as Kurt, despite their differences in height and stature.
Eventually, the steady fall and rise of Kurt's back pressed against Finn's chest lulled the taller teen into slumber, his own deep breaths matching Kurt's.
Kurt's eyes flickered slowly open in the soft morning light peeking in from underneath the curtains across his window. He breathed in deeply once, and raised his arms to stretch…but something was stopping him. His eyes widened, his heart fluttered wildly. Trying to twist around to see what had trapped him, he was alarmed to feel whatever it was tightening its' grip, preventing him from moving.
He could feel something large and warm at his back, and warm air brushing his neck, and looking down, he noticed a pair of arms wrapped firmly around his torso.
"Wha…" he mumbled, his voice husky, as his heart calmed down from his earlier fright.
Disoriented, he looked around the room and noticed for the first time that it wasn't his. He didn't even have a window facing east that the morning's rays could come through and disturb him.
The arms surrounding him flexed, and then he heard a familiar voice.
"Shh…no talk, just sleep…" Finn Hudson's usually deep voice hummed near his ear.
"Huh…" Kurt mumbled, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, wanting to question his step-brother further.
But Finn, it seemed, had returned to dreamland, and wasn't talking anymore. Kurt was so confused. The last thing his tired brain could remember from the night before was slumping against the couch arm while watching one of his favourite movies, The Sound of Music. How had he ended up in Finn's bedroom? In Finn's bed? With Finn wrapped around him, no less?
Ow. Thinking so early in the morning was almost painful. Oh well. It didn't seem like he was escaping Finn's iron grasp any time soon, and he was very warm and comfortable, and Finn didn't seem to mind. Instead, he seemed responsible for their current positions.
Deciding to resolve the situation later, Kurt warily snuggled back into Finn's chest, half afraid the large boy would wake and turn on Kurt. Finn was so much bigger than him, and warmer too. Kurt tried to relax, but half his mind was certain Finn was going to wake up and negatively react to their closeness.
Finn's arms tightened around him again, and he whispered something in his sleep. Kurt couldn't help it. He was warm, comfortable and despite his brain's warnings, he felt safe in Finn's arms. Wrapped up in Finn's muscular arms, back firmly to his chest, head nestled underneath the larger boy's chin, Kurt felt protected from all the evil in the world. Without realising it, he had completely relaxed into the other teen's embrace, eyes drooping, sleep already creeping up on him again.
Cuddling with Finn was nice, especially on a Saturday morning with nothing urgent requiring his attention. He could definitely get used to this, he decided. If Finn was alright with this, then Kurt wasn't going to complain. Blaine might though, if he ever found out.