A/N: Alrighty, I think I'm warming up to this whole Kinn realm now :) And I'm ready to give my second chapter a shot! Again this is for OrangeAnimals weekly prompts, blah blah blah... okay! Now on to the story!
PS. Congrats to MorganD and her beautiful one-shot that won last weeks contest!
Prompt: The glee club is going to have a ball room dance competition. Rachel keeps getting mad at everyone about not being perfect. Since Rachel and Finn are dating Finn wants to impress her, so he asks Kurt for help.
BONUS IF: Rachel catches them together.
A Perfect Partner
~*~Finn~*~
"Finn!" Rachel scolded me after I stepped on her heel-clad foot for the twelfth time. I'm not surprised, I guess. My extreme height and disproportionately large hands and feet didn't exactly help with my lack of coordination.
I should probably explain how we got into this situation. Well, this week in Glee, Mr. Schue thought it would be a 'grand idea' for the club to work strictly on our ballroom dancing techniques. He said something about how it would help us against Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals. I totally agree with him, though. Ever since we lost Jesse, the club has really had to step up it's game.
Ugh, Jesse St. James. I still can't believe that the bastard would actually go and betray our whole club by jumping ship back to Vocal Adrenaline weeks before the competition. In a way, though, I'm glad he did it. Since he left, Rachel's been heartbroken, and I was the only guy there for her. That actually worked out pretty well, and now we're back together as the Glee Club 'Power Couple.' So when Mr. Schue said that we could pick our own dance partners, we practically jumped into each other's arms.
Which brings us back to now. I'm an absolutely horrid dancer, and Rachel was nearly fed up with putting up with it. "I'm sorry Rach, I didn't mean to step on you,"
"Again" Rachel interjected haughtily.
"Okay yeah, again, nut could you just give me one more chance?" I pleaded. I could see her resolve melt under my puppy-dog look, and Rachel smiled and turned to Mr. Schue. "Okay," she said with a sigh, "Let's run it again."
Thankfully, I managed to get through the first few steps without any casualties. It wasn't until the spins after that all Hell broke loose. While I twirled her under my arm, I must've misplaced my foot, because before I knew it, we had barreled right into Mike and Brittany, clumsily knocking them apart and sending me crashing to the ground.
"Good God Finn!" shrieked an enraged Rachel, "Get some dance lessons!" And with that, she promptly exited the room with a perfect storm-out.
I could feel my face burning as I stood up and looked around the room. Everyone was either trying not to laugh, or pointedly not looking at me. Mr. Schuester cleared his throat awkwardly, "Well uh, I think that's enough for today. You guys can go ahead and head home."
The room was nearly emptied within fifteen seconds. Only a small brunette boy stood by the door with my backpack, waiting for me. I walked up to him reluctantly. "Hey Kurt," I greeted him with a small smile. In return, he flashed me a sparkling white grin as he responded, "Hi Finn, you ready to go home?"
Home, I thought, the one place I can go without being shot down again. Taking my backpack from my almost-step-brother I nodded, "Sure, let's head home." As we walked down the empty hallways of McKinley High, Rachel's words echoed through my head, Good God Finn! Get some dance lessons!, and an idea struck me. I thrust my arm in front of Kurt to stop him, almost toppling the small teen in the process. He looked up at me in confusion. "Kurt, you're a good dancer, right? And you know the routine for Glee Club?" Kurt nodded tentatively "Well, I was thinking, could you help me with my part with Rachel?" I shot him my best puppy-dog look with these words.
Kurt blushed furiously and looked down. "You want me to help you with your dance? What, now?" He jerked his head up and looked me full in the face. I was struck dumb by the intensity of his gaze, but I managed a small nod. "Yeah," I gasped, "The auditorium's open now, let's go. Please? I really want to do this for Rachel."
His face fell slightly as I mentioned Rachel, but I pretended not to notice when he smiled and laughed a little. "Okay Finn, let's go."
Five minutes later, I was standing on the stage of the auditorium, the lights washing over me as Kurt set up the music. The sound of small footsteps echoed into the large room, and I turned to see Kurt standing by the piano, with a determined look on his face. "Alright Finn, we can start right now."
He sauntered up to me with a small smile, and I froze slightly when he placed his soft hands on my shoulders. A tingling sensation shot down my spine, and I shuddered as I looked him right in the eyes. Kurt took a deep breath and said a bit nervously, "Finn, I'll be dancing the girl's part, you need to p-put your hands on my waist." I saw him bite his lip slightly as he stuttered near the end of his statement.
"Oh, gotcha." My hands were shaking with nervousness, and I placed them on his hips shyly, and we both blushed. Slow music was playing in the background, and I began to feel a bit awkward. I was just clumsily swaying with Kurt, not knowing what to do. He's a guy for crying out loud, why did I even ask him to do this? Kurt dragged me out of my thoughts when he pulled me closer to him, and I heard the intro to the music we used in Glee Club.
My brain totally crashed, and my thoughts went haywire. In short, I panicked. Kurt began to move into the first steps, and I involuntarily stepped forward, a little forcefully, knocking him onto the wooden floor right on his left hand. I jumped back quickly as he hissed in pain. "Oh my God, Kurt I'm so sorry, I just...can't do this. Not with a-a guy." The hurt look he gave me stabbed into my heart harder than a thousand knives.
"I"m sorry Finn, I didn't expect you to be comfortable with this. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." The last part was a nearly silent whisper, but I heard it loud and clear. I looked down at poor little Kurt on the ground, who I probably just hurt more than I ever hurt Rachel. It killed me to think of leaving him there and quitting, so I kneeled down by him and grabbed his injured hand.
"F-Finn?" I bent my head and pressed a small kiss onto the little cut on the side of his pinkie. I reveled in the softness of his skin, and how good it felt to be kissing- Wait, what? Am I actually thinking of how good it feels to kiss KURT? Well, this should get really interesting really fast.
"Kurt," I said positively, "I'm sorry. Can we try this again? I think I'm okay with this. All he did was smile, and I stood to offer my hand and helped him up.
~*~ Kurt ~*~
An hour ago at Glee Club, I wouldn't have believed anyone who told me I would be dancing with Finn right now. But, an hour later, here we were. After the little screw-up at the beginning of our practice, Finn has really picked up on the routine. That, and the fact that the image of him kissing my hand is burned into my brain like a branding iron, is on my mind as we moved across the auditorium stage to the sound of romantic music.
"Kurt, I think I really have a shot with Rachel in Glee Club now. She'll be so happy that I can dance." Finn was beaming at me after he mastered yet another section of the dance, yet his words sounded a bit forced. Rachel, I thought venomously. I would seriously go after that girl in her sleep if Finn didn't love her so damn much. The thought of them together again made me want to cry, but I bit back the tears with a snippy comment.
"Well, Finn, I'm sure she will. But, you still need to finish the dance. You know, the end of the song where Rachel has to run across the stage and jump into a lift?" Finn gulped, I'm pretty sure the prospect of catching another human being had him nervous. Before I knew it, though, his hands were around my waist, raising me up off of the floor.
"Finn!" I shrieked in utter terror, "What are you doing? Put me down please!" I begged, and he chuckled and set me back down. Breathing heavily, I tried to shoot him my best death glare, but my expression faded when I saw the crooked grin on his face. "What?" I asked skeptically.
"You're really light, Kurt." He said curiously, "I'm pretty sure I could lift you. Let's do this." Now it was my turn to be nervous. I really didn't enjoy being thrown into the air, but I trusted Finn, I had to. "O-okay Finn." I stuttered Oh God, now he knows I'm scared. "Let's start from the beginning.
Finn had gotten surprisingly comfortable dancing with me after he hurt me earlier. Suppose he could actually enjoy dancing with me? I shook the vulgar thought out of my head; it was foolish to dream like that. I moved towards him slowly, walking in time with the soft intro playing. When I reached him and we held each other close, I could've sworn I saw him flush slightly as he softly smiled and closed his eyes. Seeing him so relaxed dancing with me had my heart beating a mile a minute. I cautiously relaxed into his tall frame, thinking of how completely perfect this felt.
I also realized that Finn, while dancing with me, hasn't messed up a single step. I really hope I didn't just jinx myself I thought forlornly. We were so caught up in just dancing with each other that I wasn't even nervous about the big lift. That is, until I was on the opposite side of the stage from Finn, ready to run to him.
"Well, shit." I muttered defeatedly. This could only end badly, but I had no more time to dwell on it. Bracing myself, I ran across the empty space to Finn, my Finn, who I trusted and only hoped wouldn't drop me. A second before reaching him, I launched myself at him...and felt his firm jock hands around my waist, holding me up into the air. I braved opening my eyes to see the room spinning as I dizzily looked around, ecstatic.
But apparently, this happiness was not to last. As Finn spun around, slowly lowering me back down, his hand slipped when a I was still feet off the ground. I met the wooden floor with a crash, and a sharp pain shot through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried out in sudden pain.
"Oh my God Kurt, Kurt! I didn't kill you did I? Oh, please please say you're okay!" finn was freaking out, it felt good for him to be worrying about me, but the physical pain outweighed the emotional bliss for the moment. "Finn," I choked out, "Finn please don't worry. I-I'm, fine." I tried to sit up, but only winced in pain and proved I was definitely not fine.
Suddenly, I felt Finn's strong hands pulling me towards him. I opened my eyes to see him holding me to his chest, looking so relieved that I had spoken. Comfortably, I leaned into him and sat with his arms around me. He put his hand up to my face, and wiped away a tear that I hadn't noticed was there. "Y-your cheek Kurt, it's, it's bruised." Finn looked utterly disgusted with himself for dropping me and defiling my face.
"Finn, don't beat yourself up about it, it's only a bruise. I'm sure it will go awa-," The rest of the sentence evacuated my mind when I felt Finn Hudson's lips on my ruined jaw. "What are you doing?" I whispered, afraid to hope that he really meant this. The look on his face was so devastatingly honest that I accepted his silence, and took a chance.
Slowly, I turned my head so that I was face to face with Finn. He looked so beautiful, and I knew he would probably never love me like I love him. So I was shocked to no end when he leaned forward and captured my lips with his first. In that moment, all the pain, everything but Finn, just disappeared.
His mouth was forcing a reaction out of mine, and I happily obliged. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I gasped in surprise and nearly squeaked. I was frantically trying to memorize this moment, the feel of Finn's lips moving against mine, the smell of him, the taste, it was all just too much to take in.
One thing I knew for certain, I was kissing Finn Hudson, and he was kissing me back.
~*~ Finn ~*~
Oh. My. God. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and, frankly, I don't really care. Kurt's lips are really soft, almost like a girl's but so, so much better. Originally, I never planned on kissing Kurt, he was almost my step-brother for crying out loud! All I wanted to do was impress Rachel, but right now, kissing Kurt, Rachel was the last thing on my mind. Until I heard a voice coming from the entrance to the auditorium.
"Finn?" The voice sounded weak, and girly. Oh no, Rachel! I suddenly realized that I was sitting on the floor of the auditorium making out with Kurt Hummel. A guy. While I was going out with her. But the funny thing was, I didn't really care. Kurt pushed away hurriedly, utterly embarrassed at being caught, while I was merely frustrated that we had to stop.
I stood up proudly and marched over to Rachel, momentarily leaving Kurt on the stage. "Finn, how could you do this to me?" Rachel yelled, she sounded really mad now. "I come down her to apologize for getting angry at you in Glee today, and what do I find? I find you, sitting in the auditorium, making out with the resident fag." I knew that Kurt could hear every word she said, because I heard a small pained sound from back on the stage. That's what seriously pissed me off.
"You know what Rachel? Maybe you are too good for me. Maybe, I like being with Kurt. You know why? Because when you weren't satisfied with me, Kurt accepted me. He's always accepted me, and I was just too blind with you to see it! So Rachel, Rach, just leave. Leave now, and try to find someone who'll put up with all of your crap. Because I'm done with you." With that, I turned on my heel and walked back to the stage. I had put as much venom into that speech as possible, and I knew it had the right effect on Rachel.
The door slammed shut as she bolted from the room. Rachel was gone from my life, and I felt...happy. Kurt stood up, a bit shakily, and made his way down the stairs to meet me halfway down the isle. "Did you mean it?" He asked when he stopped in front of me, looking up at me hopefully with his beautiful blue eyes. And yes, I do mean beautiful.
"Yes, Kurt. I meant every single word I said to that bitch. Except for one thing, I don't like being with you," his expression looked hurt, and he began to speak, but I shushed him, "Kurt hush. I don't like being with you. I love it."
Kurt's face lit up, and we were both smiling as I held his face and leaned down to kiss him.
I had finally found the perfect partner.
Yay! Alrighty, that's it for this chapter :) I don't now, I feel like it ended too quickly, but over all I'm quite proud of myself. Please tell me what you think! It will be much appreciated! Hugs x Kisses, xxXAngelDreamerXxx
