A/N First Attempts are always hard. Please be kind and review so that I can better my writing. Good and Bad reviews welcomed. And yes this is indeed some Glee slash, and double yes, this is in fact some Winn (Finn/Wes). If don't like, don't read. And remember, I do not own Glee, and if i did, there would be a spin off of Klaine in New York, sharing a living space with Finchel.
Dalton Academy is old, thinks one Finn Hudson, driving into the visitor parking near the dormitory area.
Its Friday, and although he much rather be Pwning fools on the Xbox 360 that he recently purchased new state of the art, 100 dollar headphones for (they had been on sale), he is here; At Dalton Academy. And an hour and a half away from his home and said Xbox 360.
He's already frustrated, becoming more so as the parking lot seems to lack any spaces. 'Why the hell are there so many people here for?' he thinks, 'don't they know it's a Friday?'.
Eventually finding a space, with where it seems like miles away from what he remembers to be Kurt's dorm building, he shifts the gear to park.
His phone vibrates, the little LCD screen flashing that he'd received a text from one Kurt Hummel.
Where are you, Finn Hudson?
Finn struggles with the keypad, swearing under his breath about small buttons and discrimination against big fingers.
Parked. Where r u?
Instead of another text, the phone begins to ring violently, demanding attention.
Careful not to end the call, as he knows he does at times because his iphone totally sucks, he answers, "Hey".
"Uh, do you think you could wait for a few minutes more?" asks the soft voice instead of a greeting.
Finn frowns, "Why do you need-" but his question dies at the realization that Kurt is giggling. Oh, and not just giggling, but whispering at someone Finn assumes to be Blaine to "stop or he might hear".
"Kurt?" he tries again meekly.
"Thanks Finn, I'll be out in a few. My bags-" and there's more giggling, "bags are by my door. Be a doll and get them".
And before Finn can even protest because, 'dude, I didn't say yes', the phone call ends, leaving Finn to stare horrified at the iphone screen. Because as much as he's okay with his little brother being gay and all, and even having a boyfriend who he's all lovey dovey with; Finn can't help but be disgusted at the fact that his little innocent brother, with the baby face and soft voice, is getting some from the Anderson kid.
And sweet grilled cheesus, his brothers having sex. 'Burt's gonna kill you' says the small voice in his head. But he ignores it because Burt doesn't know it's happening and he's not going to snitch. As much as it bothers him to know that Kurt's having sex. He also knows that he's no saint because there was that one time with Santana, and Quinn is less of a prude now that they are dating and totally lets him touch her boobs even if it is over the clothes.
He decides to be a good sport. Kurt had been helpful enough to help Bieberize him that one time that Glee went through the brief case of Bieber fever.
And with a huff, because being a good sport doesn't mean he isn't annoyed, he grabs his letterman jacket off the back seat and leaves his car behind, beginning the long walk down the path of overarching trees.
A/N This chapter would have been longer, but I wanted to upload now. Plus, I'm hoping to write two stories at one. A possible Purt or Furt.
Reviews, good and bad are welcomed :)