Title: Narrow Stairs, Chapter Seven – In My Head.
Pairing: Kurt/Finn
Warnings: N/A.
Word Count: 1,146
Rating: PG-13 for language and vague sexual stuff.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…Death Cab For Cutie owns the phrase Narrow Stairs and In My Head belongs to Anna Nalick.
Author's Note: I'm almost tempted to take a day or two off from updating, just to leave you guys hanging :P
Also, who else is as excited as I am for the Glee finale tonight? I can't wait!
In My Head.
1
Finn woke up carefully, or at least as carefully as he could. There was no sinking feeling, or rush of regret, just an overwhelming sense of peace, like all was right with the world. Not even realizing Kurt was curled up in his arms changed that, even though he had no memory of it happening. In fact, rather than freak out, he moved closer, fitting their bodies together, letting his body tell him what was right. He had given his brain a chance, had tried to think everything through, but that had only ended in disaster. So maybe, at least for now, he should just do what feels right. Kurt mumbled something in his sleep, moved a little, and suddenly froze. Finn could feel him realizing where he was, trying to decide if Finn was awake, gauging his reaction.
"Morning," Finn said quietly.
Kurt stiffened. "Uh, good morning."
"Any idea how you ended up here?" Finn asked.
Kurt paused, thinking about it. "I remember getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and I guess I got into my bed out of habit, but I swear I didn't…"
"It's okay," Finn mumbled, voice still muggy from sleep. "Stuff happens." But he didn't make any move to pull away, and that feeling of peace, of rightness, was still there. "Do you know what time is it?"
Kurt looked at his bedside table. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "I must have forgotten to set my alarm last night, and now we're late—" He tried to get up, but Finn held him where he was.
"If we're already late, what's a few more minutes?"
Finn could almost see the wheels turning in his head. "Do you have any idea how long it takes me to get ready?" Kurt asked grumpily, but he settled back down.
Finn shrugged. "You always look great. Don't worry so much."
Kurt rolled over, keeping himself pressed against Finn. Their faces were inches apart, and Finn could see how hard it was for Kurt to stay focused. "What are you doing?" Kurt asked quietly. "I'm not complaining, but…"
Finn smiled sleepily. "This is me taking your advice and not worrying."
Kurt's breathing slowed and his eyes unfocused, somehow becoming more clear at the same time. "So," he said carefully, "this is what happens when you're happy and relaxed?"
Finn shrugged. He still had an arm wrapped around Kurt and he used it to bring him closer, resting his hand on his lower back. Kurt's eyes slipped closed and a small, "Oh," escaped his lips.
"Is this a problem?" Finn asked.
Kurt shook his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Completely surrendering to his emotions Finn leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, carefully. Kurt responded immediately, lips moving against Finn's, pushing their bodies together, reaching up to put a hand on the back of his neck. Finn moved his hand from Kurt's back to his cheek, stroking his skin, marveling at how soft it was, much softer than any girl's. Kurt hummed in the back of his throat and moved his pelvis against Finn's. Finn's was pretty sure it was more instinctual than intentional, but it still triggered something in him and he had to pull away.
"I'm sorry, I—"
Kurt interrupted him with a kiss. "Don't worry about it," he said, voice breathy.
Finn felt his old insecurities come rushing back and he had to sit up, disengage, remove himself from the situation.
"Finn? Everything alright?" Kurt rested a hand on his back, and Finn jerked away.
"No. I don't know." He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. "Give me a minute, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Kurt's voice was small and hurt, and he got up, getting dressed in silence.
Finn, on the other hand, didn't seem to be able to move. He could only watch Kurt get ready, his own mind completely blank. He wished it wasn't, wished he could at least start to try to process what happened, but he couldn't seem to get his brain in motion.
"I'm going to go upstairs and get some breakfast, okay? Try not to take too long."
"Yeah," Finn replied vaguely.
"I mean it, Finn. I have a history test third period I can't miss."
"I got it!" Finn snapped at Kurt, who was walking up the stairs and didn't reply. Finn dragged himself out of bed, making himself get dressed, and then going upstairs. Kurt was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. He kept his eyes on his Cheerio's and said,
"We need to leave in five so if there's anything you want, I suggest you get it now."
"I'm not hungry," he said, sitting down opposite Kurt. He gathered his thoughts, trying to find the most diplomatic way to say what needed to be said. "Try not to get mad at me. I just need some time to think. This is all new to me."
"Oh, sure," Kurt said, his voice unnaturally high. "No problem. And in the meantime, what? Should I forget everything that's happened?"
"No, I didn't say—"
"Of course you didn't," Kurt interrupted. "You never say anything."
Fin was starting to get angry. "I'm being honest, Kurt. I don't know what else to say. I'm doing my best."
"Just remember I have feelings, too." Kurt stood up and put his dishes in the sink a little more violently than he needed to before grabbing his keys. "Come on. I don't want to be late."
2
Needless to say, Finn still couldn't focus in Spanish. He and Kurt had arrived just before third period started so he had gotten to class on time, but his mind kept wandering back to Kurt, back to the things he made him feel. He barely noticed when, halfway through class, there was a knock on the door and Mr. Shuester excused himself.
"Hey, Finn," Mercedes whispered to him from a few seats away. "Are you okay? You seem really out of it."
"I'm fine," Finn said. "I didn't sleep well."
She gave him a skeptical look. "Now why don't I believe that?"
"I don't know," he said angrily. "Maybe because you're a meddling—"
"Finn, get your stuff and come here," Mr. Shuester said, effecting stopping the conversation.
Mercedes shot him a death look, and Finn knew he'd be paying for that, unsaid or not. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shue. I'll stop talking."
"Now, Mr. Hudson."
Grumbling angrily to himself, Finn did as he was told. "I didn't mean to talk, I just—"
"It's not that," he said, voice dropping so Finn was the only one who could hear him. "Kurt's in the nurse's room. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but apparently he's asking for you."
Finn's stomach dropped, and his books nearly went with it. "What…?"
"Just go."
He went.
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