The jacket smelled lightly of Old Spice…and bacon. Kurt gave a little pained laugh as the smell drifted to his nose. He had always joked and taunted Finn about his love of bacon, and how if he kept up eating as much of it as he did then he would end up turning into a pig and becoming bacon for someone else.
"Awesome! Then someone can enjoy my delicious bacon-y goodness." Had always been the answer and he would flash a teasing smile at him as he bit into whatever bacon creation he had been enjoying.
There had been a time when the bacon smell disgusted Kurt because, really, couldn't Finn wash the damn thing and not walk around smelling like a damn pig? But then he got used to it and it was the larger boy's thing. And now? It was something that he cherished and he never wanted to be without this smell.
Old Spice and bacon, that was Finn.
Kurt curled up on the couch, clutching the jacket a little closer to himself and slowly bringing one of the sleeves up to breathe in his brother's smell. He wanted it memorized. He wanted to never ever forget it.
Old Spice and bacon.
Wolfthorn Old Spice….and apple wood smoked bacon.
It was a little scary that he could be that accurate, but he needed it. He needed to be that accurate, he needed to always remember.
He never wanted to forget that smell.
Kurt gripped a little tighter at the jacket, knuckles turning white.
He wanted it to always be there in his mind, always lingering.
He curled up a little bit and buried his face in the jacket sleeve.
If he kept it in his mind…always lingering…always thinking about it…maybe…
Kurt shook a little as he finally let hot tears roll down his face, soft choked sobs muffled by the sleeve.
"Please God…please don't take my brother…please…"
