Title:Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 7/?
Word Count: 3172
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Summer Harmony
Quartet
Finn wakes up slowly the next morning, the television a low buzz in the background and Kurt towelling his hair in the bathroom doorway, staring at it intently.
"Morning," Finn groans, yawning, rolling over and scratching idly at his stomach as Kurt gives him a small, sad smile and disappears back into the bathroom.
Crap.
Last night.
Finn rubs his eyes, wondering how he's going to explain this one. Yeah, the fooling around and stuff is cool and he totally gave Kurt a blow job but that wasn't really gross or gay because…it just wasn't. It's not gay until things start going up your butt, he figures, and he might be totally wrong but that's the way he sees it.
And he knows that Kurt knows this has to end. He loves…well, yeah, okay, he loves Kurt…not in that way…and Blaine's really awesome and if he lets himself admit it they're both kinda ridiculously hot but Finn can't go any farther and he knows Blaine and Kurt are going to want to.
And soon, by the look of things.
He staggers out of the bed, stumbling over to the bathroom and checking the door to find that Kurt's left it unlocked so he pushes the door open and enters, noting that Kurt's consciously not meeting his eyes as he rubs some sort of cream onto his face,
Finn knows he's taking a chance with this but he also knows that, once they leave the room today, everything's going to end and as skittish as the whole thing makes him he's not ready to let go of Kurt quite yet.
He reaches out and brushes the edge of the towel draped around Kurt's hips, fingers tugging so it slides down and bares all of him to Finn's eyes.
"Finn, what are you doing?" Kurt looks scared, eyes wide in the mirror as he looks at their reflections, and Finn lets his body guide him as he slides his hands over Kurt's hips, thumbs rubbing the other boy's rather prominent hipbones, before clasping his arms around Kurt's stomach and pressing himself up against his stepbrother, chin dropping to the shorter man's shoulder.
"Can I?" he asks, probably too late, but Kurt finally sets down the jar of whatever-it-was he was using and relaxes in Finn's arms, setting his own hands on top of the other teen's and closing his eyes.
"When we leave the room today..."
"Yeah. It's pretty much over," Finn admits in a whisper. "But, I mean, I've kinda loved it. It's been really fun, I just don't…"
"You don't want to go any farther and Blaine and I are bound to. I understand," Kurt promises although Finn can hear the hurt in his voice and he kinda wishes he could just turn back time and decline the offer the first time Blaine and Kurt gave him the option to join in.
"You sound…"
"We were good, Finn. You and I, what we've built this year, and now I know that it'll never be the same. And don't say anything," Kurt warns, his eyes still closed but somehow knowing that Finn had just opened his mouth to protest. Honestly, the way they can read each other should be borderline creepy but it isn't.
Somehow, it just isn't.
"Don't," Kurt repeats softly although Finn hasn't said a word.
So he doesn't, just squeezes Kurt in a friendly hug and holds him like that until the other boy pushes away.
And Finn lets him go.
He has to.
"Finn?" Kurt asks, his voice a little choked, and Finn vaguely remembers him stumbling to bed last night in tears although he was pretty much asleep when that happened.
"Yeah, dude?"
"Can you…this is a lot to ask, but…can you kiss me? Just…no, don't, it's stupid. Sorry," Kurt holds his hands over his eyes, shoulders shaking, and it breaks Finn's heart.
It breaks his heart worse than it did the time Rachel had accused him of breaking his promise (of course, since she's just made out with Puck, it was kinda a stupid argument anyway), or the time that Quinn told him the baby wasn't his (although that was devastating. At least, he thinks that's the word).
It's worse because there's no anger at anybody, just pure sympathy for Kurt and how stupid they all were and how hard it's going to be to get anything resembling 'normal' between them again.
"Kurt," he finally says, softly, gently grasping the other boy's shoulders and turning him around, and Kurt brings his hands down so they're looking at each other, his eyes bright with tears and brilliantly blue in the bathroom light. Finn pulls him closer, one hand sliding to the small of his back and the other cupping his neck to tilt his head up, and he leans down so they're practically touching.
Kurt's frozen, seemingly, waiting for him to make the first move, and Finn doesn't even hesitate when he closes the tiny distance and kisses Kurt, meaning to keep it short and sweet but that spark that always seems to go off between them when they kiss does it again and….wow. Yeah.
It's hot and desperate and Kurt's practically pulling at his hair, bodies pressed together and tongues twining and God, he really doesn't know how he's going to live without this.
They somehow manage to rein themselves in and slow it down, breaking the kiss and panting against each other's lips, foreheads pressed together.
"I love you," Kurt whispers against his mouth, body tense in Finn's arms once again, and Finn pulls him into a hug, holding him close and not really thinking about the fact that they're both naked and half-hard.
"I'm not gay," he replies, just as softly. "I'm not gay but I don't know what I am, Kurt, and besides that kitchen-thing…"
"Pansexual," Kurt laughs breathily.
"Yeah. That. Besides that, I really don't know. But I know that you're, like, the most important thing in the world to me and Blaine's just really awesome but…"
"I know, Finn," Kurt sounds tired.
"We won't change, though. Okay?" Finn pulls back enough that he can look in Kurt's teary eyes. "I know we won't, because we've been through too much to let this break us. We'll be fine."
Kurt gives him a rather tentative half-smile that doesn't tell Finn much of anything but it seems to be all he's going to get.
"So, we've got the room for tonight, right? I mean, Blaine can stay here because he's not working tomorrow, or we could go to the park again…if you want to…"
"Yeah. I think that would be nice," Kurt admits with a nod.
"Great. Cool. So, um, finish up in here so I can grab a shower," Finn laughs rather sheepishly and steps away, and Kurt looks a little happier now.
Not really happy, but at least better than he was.
It'll have to do.
000
"So it's over."
"It's over," Kurt says with a resigned sigh, folding up his clothes and packing away the ones he won't need for tomorrow. He strips his shirt off and folds it as well, taking out the clothes he's going to wear the next day and hanging them neatly in the closet. "He's taking the couch tonight…thank God it folds out…and then we'll never have to think about it again."
"You will though," Blaine sits on the bed and runs his hands through his hair, messing the already-tousled curls. "You can't help yourself. And, if I'm being completely honest here, I'm going to think about it, too. Your stepbrother's…well, kind of sexy in his own way."
"Can we not talk about him?" Kurt glances over into the other side of the room with the couch, seeing Finn staring at it in apparent consternation. "And do you think you could help him with that? I think he's at a loss."
"How to get the bed out?" Blaine sighs and stands up, arms around Kurt's waist as he kisses him briefly and Kurt laughs; actually laughs because Blaine can generally make him feel better when he needs it most. He kisses back because, well, there's really nothing else to do at a time like this, arms draped lazily over Blaine's shoulders as their lips move against each other's.
"Um…dudes, can you, like, not do that when I'm around? Sorry, it's just…" Finn's voice breaks them apart, Blaine looking guilty in a way that Kurt's going to bet is mirrored on his own face.
"No, we're sorry," he steps away from Blaine and moves across the room. "I'm going to start my nightly routine. Does anyone need the bathroom in the next, oh, forty-five minutes or so?"
Blaine and Finn both shake their heads so he moves to enter the washroom, grabbing his bag of creams and scrubs before closing the door behind him.
000
"Anyway. Um, can you help me with the bed?" Finn asks, pleading, and Blaine nods and moves over, getting it out and unfurled in about thirty seconds as the taller boy looks at him in awe. "Dude! Was that, like, magic or something?"
"Not magic," Blaine assures him, chuckling. "You just have to know how it works."
"So," Finn sits down on the bed, the springs squeaking ominously under his weight. "Kurt told you that we're calling this off?"
"Yes," Blaine takes a chance and sits beside him, noting that Finn doesn't even flinch or make any motion that indicates he's not comfortable. "Finn, I'm so sorry about last night. I know you're not ready to take that step yet and I pushed you too far. I feel horrible about it," Blaine clasps his hands and looks down at his knees, not wanting to face Finn's no-doubt angry stare.
"It's cool, man. I mean," Finn stammers as Blaine looks at him in amazement. "I mean, it's not cool that you tried to stick your fingers up my butt, because dude, boundaries, but we're cool. Really."
"Good," Blaine sighs, relieved that this isn't going nearly as horribly as he'd feared. "And I promise Kurt and I will tone down the PDAs while you're around. That was horribly insensitive of us," he nods and holds out a hand, Finn staring at it for a moment before taking it.
"Um."
"Yes?"
"Kurt and I…kinda said goodbye this morning, but I don't want things to be, like, weird between us or anything, so…" he takes a deep breath, looking a little nervous. "CanIkissyou?"
"What?" Blaine thinks he heard correctly but, truth be told, when you're kind of 'breaking up' with somebody you don't ask to kiss them.
"Can I…kiss you?" Finn asks slower, but just as hesitantly, and Blaine can only nod as the other boy shifts and awkwardly pulls him closer, Blaine tilting his head up so their lips can meet comfortably and Finn sighs into his mouth, the release of air sounding somehow more final than words ever could.
Finn pulls back after a moment, looking away, and clears his throat. "Well, I'm gonna get ready for bed. Kurt drove us here so I have to drive tomorrow and I'm not the greatest driver anyway."
"Okay. Good night, Finn," Blaine lets his hand grip Finn's shoulder for a moment before he moves back into the main room, sitting on the large bed and knowing that, somehow, he's kind of the one who ruined this entire thing so he'd better be the one to fix it.
The idea comes to him in the middle of the night while he's holding Kurt close, listening to his boyfriend's soft breaths.
He'll need to plan this out carefully, but he thinks it just might work.
000
"I broke things off with Kurt and Blaine."
"You broke things off?" Rachel looks floored, and Finn can't really blame her.
"Well, Kurt and I kinda jointly decided it was over, and…"
"Wait, considering the circumstances and the fact that you and Kurt were at the middle of this entire scenario, I have to say that if anybody broke it off I would have envisioned it being either Blaine or I for fear our boyfriends were getting in too deep. What, may I ask, caused this decision?"
"Um," Finn pauses, really not wanting to tell the truth about this but it's Rachel and she'll just be on his case until he does.
So he's kinda screwed.
Great.
"Um," he repeats. "Blaine…we were just fooling around and stuff and then Blaine…tried to stick a finger up my butt," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, and he hears Rachel make a sound that's far too close to a laugh for his liking.
"Finn," she says, using that 'you're-a-giant-idiot-but-I'm-going-to-take-pity-on-you-anyway' tone she likes to use before what's normally a giant lecture, "I think you're taking this entire thing far too literally. I know you're worried about looking like less of a man in front of your friends and the other football players but the fact is that prostate stimulation is, so I've heard, one of the more pleasurable things a body can experience."
"Well," Finn shrugs, kind of knowing what she's talking about. The prostate was that thing he said his mom had to get removed back in sophomore year, even though he knows chicks don't have prostates.
He doesn't think they do, anyway.
And he kinda vaguely remembers Blaine talking about the prostate before, and Kurt had kind of come apart when Blaine was, um, fingering him, so…
"I mean, okay, Kurt was really into it when Blaine did it to him…"
And Rachel goes completely red at the words, pretty brown eyes wide and mouth open in an 'oh.'
"TMI?" Finn asks, realizing that Kurt probably doesn't want the details of his sex life out there, but Rachel looks more pleased than horrified.
"No," she shakes her head. "I mean, yes, but no. No, the image is rather…appealing, all things considered. Kurt, despite what he seems to think, would have almost every girl at McKinley trying to woo him if his sexuality allowed it."
"Yeah, he's pretty hot. In, like, a kind of girly way? Except not, 'cuz he's obviously a dude and he's, um, not tiny," he decides on and Rachel's eyes, if it's possible, get even wider. "Sorry. Anyway, what about dudes and prostates?"
"Right," she shakes her head, still looking a little dazed, and Finn wonders if he'll get her to at least let him touch her boob if he keeps talking about what he, Kurt and Blaine have done.
It seems to get her a little hot and bothered, anyway.
"Right. Well, as I said, prostate stimulation is highly gratifying and many straight men participate in it merely for the pleasure it causes. I'm sure you've heard of strap-ons?"
"Yeah. But…"
"Straight couples use them, Finn. Trust me," she smiles prettily at him. "I've researched sex and sexuality extensively and while I won't be ready to take that step myself for several years I feel it's best to be well-informed."
"Okay. Cool," he shrugs, laying down on the bed and pulling her onto his chest.
"Also, prostate examinations are a must for any man wishing to live a healthy life and, although it's clinical and routine, the doctor does need to probe your anus in order to check for potential problems," she explains.
And to Finn 'probe your anus' sounds even grosser than 'stick a finger up your butt,' and he just didn't think that was possible.
"Listen," she urges, knowing by now when he's starting to tune out, and he shakes his head and does so. "So, at some point in your life, it's going to happen. And apparently it's not uncommon for men to become aroused while the examination is going on just from the pressure applied to the prostate gland.
"So what I'm saying is, whether it's Blaine or your family doctor, it's fairly inevitable. And since it happens to every man who wants to stay healthy, it obviously can't be something you can label as 'exclusively homosexual' and so your argument on that point is hardly valid," she says all this in what Finn swears is a single breath, staring at him expectantly, and finally Finn just nods and decides it's better not to argue.
She has a point.
Kind of.
But he thinks that when you're tied to the bed, naked, with two guys all over you the whole 'gay' part kind of comes up whether you want it to or not.
Still, Kurt always looked like he was enjoying it, and…
No.
Not going there.
"So, you understand?" Rachel's looking down at him and he kisses her in response, cheering inwardly because she's still a little breathless and she totally lets him grope her boob for a good two seconds before moving his hand away.
"Yeah. Not gay. Totally," Finn nods and goes back to making out with her so he doesn't have to think on it too clearly.
Because honestly he's not sure what he'll come up with if he does.
000
"Did it work?"
"I hope you know, Blaine Anderson, that I completely disregarded my own personal boundaries for all of two seconds in order to get my point across. You owe me."
"Coffee at the Lima Bean good for you?"
"It hardly makes up for the horrible infringement of my personal space…breast-groping is such a base action, it's like a child reaching for the nearest toy, they do it because it's there and…"
"Rachel, do I need to hear this?"
"No. Sorry. But yes, I believe I got my point across. I think Finn's smart enough to realize that a visit for a prostate exam and three boys fooling around are two entirely different things but I also think I've gotten him to see the whole situation in a new light, which is what you were intending, yes?"
"Yes. Thank you," Blaine says honestly, rubbing his temples because talking to Rachel is trying at the best of times. He shifts the phone slightly as she continues to speak.
"Of course. While, as I've said, this entire situation is a little unorthodox and the thought of my boyfriend possibly falling for two other men is worrying, I can tell how much Finn appreciates what you and Kurt are doing for him and, quite frankly, I can stomach it so long as no other girls ever enter the equation."
"Not gonna happen," Blaine promises. "You and I were a one-time thing, Rachel; I'm not going to leave Kurt for a girl or try to spice up our sex life by introducing one into the bedroom. I think we've got our hands full as it is."
"Excellent, then. Good luck. And remember that the next time you're in town you owe me a coffee," she reminds him perkily and ends the call, Blaine staring at the phone before turning it off and sliding it back into his bag.
So.
The plan is in motion.
Now he just has to see if it's going to work.
Notes:
1, A quartet is pretty much as it sounds; music written in four parts or for four instruments or voices. Since there were four main 'players' in this chapter I felt it worked :)
2. And yes, this chapter was mostly set-up for the next one, but it had to be written :D
