Batman and Barbie
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer: If I owned anything you have no idea how much would have happened and how much wouldn't have. The song belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls.
Summary: The thing about siblings is that they tend to be completely different and yet exactly the same. "Hey guys, this is my little brother, Kurt." An AU fic where Kurt's Finn's little brother.
Warning(s): Uh... fluff? Angst. Abuse. Homophobia. Fluff. Pre-slash at first and then full on slash once Klaine are older.
A Thank You to everyone who took the time to review: Lgleek95 (Haha. That is my favorite chapter so far. Thank you!), Ace5492 (Thank you!), Heart Me Some Llamas (Why not hug Puck or Finn? Their both just big sweethearts. XD Oh my I can so totally picture Sam doing weird voices the whole time they're playing. Haha!), LoUd-LoVaBlE-lUnAtIc (Haha. I like that idea. But I think I'm going to save it until they're a bit older. -winks-), Nhiallys (-Hands water bottle- No dehydrating. Oh my goodness thank you so much! I'm so happy you like my Finn. I try to keep him close to canon Finn. And I try to keep Puck close to the way he was bound to be with Beth. Glad to see I'm doing that. :D), Goldstars4me (Another compliment! -Blushes- You're so sweeeeeet!), CrayonsPink (Aww yay! Thank you!), elmo5767 (How awesome it is to hear from you again, darlin'. -wink and hug-), NessySchu (Haha. Good. :D I'm so glad you're enjoying this story.), and LukeorMarch (Poor Blaine. Baby boy just needs a large hug. Keep rambling! I love rambling! But yeah... ten more chapters and then they'll steadily grow into season 2 age.).
A: N –School still sucks. This chapter is inspired by real events. I was hit by a snow storm a few nights before Halloween and then lost power for three or four days. School was canceled for those days. And each day I stayed over someone's house because they had power when I didn't. So... yeah. Inspired by real events! Enjoy! :)
IMPORTANT NOTE! From now until around chapter 20 or so I'm going to be taking requests to where to bring Kurt and Blaine and Finn and Puck and the rest of the characters. Prompts so to say. So... if you want to submit a request or prompt for something you want to see until "Act Two" just send me one via review or PM. :) Or Tumblr. That works too. Though I'm not exactly sure how...
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But there'll be updates on stories and plenty of fangirlism. Enjoy and I hope to see you there.
To avoid further possible confusion: Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sam are the children. Finn, Rachel, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Artie, Puck, Mike, and Tina are the adults. Later the Warblers will come in but we are going to avoid them (or hopefully avoid them) until the inevitable transfer to Dalton.
It was by far yet the most bizarre thing to ever happen to Puck in a long time. Snow. At the end of October. And he wasn't talking small amounts of snow. No... it was a fucking blizzard outside his house. And if that wasn't bad enough they had lost power around an hour ago.
Now they were all (as in him and Blaine) huddled under his blankets with flickering candles and thick, fluffy jackets. Blaine was actually huddled in one of Puck's older ones since his mother had yet to go out to the store and buy the boy a winter coat. Blaine was playing games on Puck's phone and letting out a few giggles every now and then when Puck would look over at him and graze a hand over his forehead to check if he was running a fever yet. He knew the kid was bound to catch a cold sometime soon.
And he figured he was right when Blaine started to sniffle and his forehead began to get a bit warmer than what Puck had deemed normal. He felt lucky that Dakota was at a Halloween party at her friend's house; lucky that his mother was at work at the hospital and wasn't leaving because of the large amount of people coming into the ER. But he didn't feel lucky that he was stuck with a kid who was already fragile enough without adding a sickness to the equation.
Puck nervously bit his lip as Blaine's eyes fluttered shut, his head rising and falling as Puck breathed in and out, his hand nervously running through the boy's curls. What was he supposed to do? If it was just him he would stay in the house. Only it wasn't just him. Not anymore.
But it wasn't safe to leave the house. Trees were fallen down all over the place and the snow was piling down faster than anyone would have expected. No way did he trust himself to drive anywhere in this weather.
He pulled the covers on his bed tighter around Blaine's tiny body, snuggling into the heat the little boy gave off and resting his cold cheek against his soft hair. What was he supposed to do?
An overwhelming need to cough spurred Puck from his thoughts, the mohawked boy turning his face away from the child on top of him and coughing into the side of the pillow. He run a hand under his nose, sniffling and letting his hand brush against his phone.
9:08
Damn it was only nine? It felt as though it was midnight. Maybe even later than midnight. Earlier? Either way it felt as though it was not nine at night. He sighed, realizing that maybe he would have to brave the bad weather. He was so worried about Blaine getting sick that he hadn't even thought about himself getting sick. And then where would they be? An eight year old boy and an eighteen year old man. Stuck in a house with no power all by themselves. What a sight that would be. What a call to social services that would be...
Puck gripped his phone in his hand and ran his finger down the contacts list, stopping at Finn's name and dutifully pressing the call button. If there was anyone he would willingly give up his pride for it was Blaine. And Quinn. And Dakota. And his mom. And his Nana. And Kurt. But that was just because that boy would stare at you until you did.
Finn sighed dejectedly, dropping the television remote and staring at the fire forlornly. It was so... boring with no power. It was so boring when his mom and Burt made him and Kurt sleep in the living room with them so that they could all be around the fire and stay warm.
It wasn't that Finn didn't want to spend time with them, because they were his family and he loved them but, sure, maybe he would rather be out on a date with Rachel, or playing video games with Artie, or learning how to dance with Mike, or just generally being around people who weren't his family. Kurt was adorable, per usual, but his mother was beginning to come down with a cold and this weather wasn't doing anything for her. And if Finn knew anything, it was that when his mother was sick she would complain and complain and... well, she's always complain.
So, obviously, that meant that she got the couch.
And because Kurt was the baby of the family and the second most likely to complain he got the lounge chair. And because Kurt was being very clingy to Burt since he hated the dark (which had something to do with when his mom died but Finn still didn't know the whole story), Burt got the lounge chair too. Leaving Finn with the floor.
Usually he wouldn't be complaining because the floor was cool so long as he was warm, and being on the floor meant that he was the closest to the fire. Meaning he was the warmest. But... the floor was cold. And Finn really didn't want to be stuck with the ox of being warm and cold at the same time.
He frowned as Burt continued to quietly read from one of Kurt's favorite story books, wishing for a moment that he was as small as Kurt so that he could curl into another warm body. Or maybe he was missing Rachel. But, either way, Finn was grumpy and he was cold and he couldn't even look for a football game or anything because the television had gone out with the power. Which totally made no sense so now Finn was cold, grumpy, and confused.
He started when the screen on his phone lit up, hoping for a moment that it was Rachel calling him. Sure, the two of them were fighting at the moment, and, sure, Rachel was spending the night with Tina and Veronica watching scary movies but maybe, just maybe, she had come to the same conclusion as him and wanted someone to hold like a teddy bear. Just to keep each other warm. Because it must be freezing outside and freezing any place where there was no fire.
Only it wasn't Rachel. It was Puck.
Finn guessed that was okay. Even if he wouldn't cuddle with Puck like a teddy bear, it would be nice to know if the guy was all right. "Hey man." He spoke into the receiver of the phone, keeping his voice hushed as to not bother Kurt or Burt or his mom.
"Hey." Puck answered shortly, something that sounded like a shiver coming out of his mouth. Finn was pretty sure he heard chattering teeth. "You have power, dude?"
"No." Finn couldn't keep the disappointed note from his voice. "But we have the fire going. You don't have any?"
"Naw. Tree fell over onto our power line."
"Damn... tough luck man."
"Yeah." Puck took in a large breath and Finn was pretty sure he heard a soft mumble coming from the other side of the phone. "Listen, dude... you have room over there?"
"Why wouldn't we?" Finn furrowed his brow in confusion.
"That Puckerman?" Burt questioned from his spot on the lounge chair, his finger resting on the open page in Kurt's book.
Finn always wondered how Burt knew things. Sometimes he thought he was a ninja. Him and Kurt. Must be a Hummel family gene or something. "Yeah. He doesn't have any power."
"Tell him to get his butt over here." Burt concluded for him, not leaving room for argument from Finn. Not that Finn was going to complain. Maybe now he would have some sort of entertainment.
Kurt cuddled closer to Blaine under the blanket his daddy had laid out for them on the leather lounge chair. Puck and Finn were sitting on the floor playing a game on some game thingy that Puck had brought along with him. His mama and daddy were sitting on the couch and flipping through some photo album and laughing at the memories that came from them.
"Are you still cold?" Kurt asked Blaine softly, playing with the other boy's hand over the covers. Blaine slowly shook his head, laying it gently on top of Kurt's shoulder.
"Snow in October... It's weird, yeah?" Was his answer instead.
But Kurt wasn't going to complain because he liked that topic much better. Snow wasn't really his thing, but it was really pretty and, as long as he had the right clothes, he was ready for anything.
Only he didn't have the right clothes. Not this time. Because it was still October. Not even close to winter clothes time. "It's horrible!"
Kurt's outlandish gestures nearly smacked Blaine in the face, his friend laughing quietly and grabbing the hand before it made contact. "I think it's really cool."
Kurt wrinkled his nose at Blaine. "No way."
"Yes way."
"Why?" Kurt jumped as Blaine poked him in the side, slapping a hand over his mouth to hide a squeak of protest. He glared at his shorter friend, sticking his tongue out at him and poking him himself. "It's icky and cold and I don't have any clothes that go with it yet!"
"You have that really pretty sweater you wore last winter." Blaine pointed out. Kurt blanched in response. Did he seriously just suggest that Kurt wear clothes from last year? That was so... Kurt didn't even have a word to describe how disgusting that was. "But the snow it really pretty! And it's cozy!"
"No way-"
"You two want to hear some scary stories?" Puck turned towards them, grabbing at Blaine's feet and laughing when the boy huffed at him and huddled closer to Kurt's warmth.
Finn encouraged them with his smile, beaming when they both nodded along. Kurt didn't really want to hear any scary stories, and he was pretty sure Blaine didn't either, but he really didn't want to be a called a baby again. Tim Karofsky did that enough at school. "Alright, come here boys." Puck and Finn gestured to the two of them, the boys flowing off the lounge chair, and stopping once their backs rested against the leather. "Okay... so this one's called The Hook Man." Finn tried to speak in his spookiest voice and Kurt could merely raise an eyebrow at his brother. Surely he could go for scarier than that?
"A teenage boy drove his date to a dark and deserted Lovers' Lane for a make-out session. After turning on the radio for mood music, he leaned over and began to kiss the girl." Puck began the story and Kurt had to commend the boy for the fact that he could pull of scary way better than Finn.
But there was one thing Kurt didn't understand... why couldn't the boy's date be another boy? He opened his mouth to ask the question, but stopped at the look Blaine sent his way. He'd save his question for later than. "A short while later the music stopped and an announcer's voice came on, warning in an urgent tone-"
"A convicted killer has just escaped from an insane asylum. If anyone notices a strange man lurking with a hook in place of his right hand should immediately report his location to the police." Puck took over in his best impression of an announcer's voice. Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine as fear began to prickle up his spine, the two boys gripping the others hands tightly.
"The girl became frightened-"
"Please, please take me home!" Puck wailed in a high pitched voice, Kurt and Blaine not even finding the humor in the moment anymore.
"The boy, feeling bold, locked all the doors instead, and, assuring his date that they would be safe, attempted to kiss her again."
"I got you baby." And then Puck's voice got very low, so low in fact that the boys could barely hear it.
"She became frantic and pushed him away-"
"No!" High again.
"And insisted that they leave-"
"If you don't take me home right now I will cut your di-"
"Giving up, the boy jerked the car into gear and spun its wheels as they pulled out of the parking spot."
"When they arrived at the girl's house she got out of the car and, reaching down to close the door, began to scream uncontrollably."
"The boy ran to her side to see what was wrong, and there-"
"Dangling from the door handle-"
"Was a bloody-"
"Hook."
"Ah!" Kurt jumped back as Finn jumped at him, Blaine flying back with him as Puck did the same, the two of them breathing heavily. The two teens collapsed into laughter, Kurt's face flushing when he realized exactly what had happened. He squeezed Blaine's hand in his own, frowning angrily when his friend stuffed his face into Kurt's shoulder, tears trying to not fall from his eyes.
Kurt wished daddy was there right now, but him and mama had gone up to their bedroom to check for flashlights so they could check on the cars. So Kurt figured he would just have to do. His foot branched out and kicked at Finn's shin, a glare falling into his eyes when his brother yelped in pain. "What the hell Kurt!"
"You're mean!" Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him, glaring at the two friends and pulling the blankets closer around the two of them.
Puck's face visibly fell.
He had scared Blaine. And not in a good way either. Jumping out at him the way he had; grabbing his feet the way he had; yelling the way he had... no doubt it brought back bad memories for the boy. "Damn it, Blaine." He swore under his breath, reaching out to the boy.
But Kurt pulled Blaine closer to himself, the force of his glare something Puck never would have expected from the small Hummel child. Only it was what he got. And it was what he would have to deal with. He deserved it. God he was such an idiot. "I'm so sorry, kiddo."
"You're both mean!" Kurt snapped at him again, his own eyes wide with tears.
Puck didn't know what to do. Obviously they had simply scared Kurt (or was it more? He remembered hearing something about Kurt being picked on at school from Blaine), but Blaine... Blaine must be terrified. All that trust Puck built up must have been lost in that very moment.
"Kurt please..." Puck begged him with his eyes, opening his arms up for some sort of hug. Blaine's big hazel eyes stared over at him, wide with fear, his bottom lip trembling under his teeth. "I'm sorry, buddy."
And that seemed to be all Blaine needed. He flung himself into Puck's embrace, snuggling into the warmth and hiding himself from all the horrors of the world. "I'm so sorry."
"I thought daddy was here." Blaine whispered softly, brokenly... lost and yet found. "Thank you for chasing him off, Noh."
Puck's heart swelled more than he thought was possible, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. He pulled Blaine closer to his chest, resting his chin on top of his head. Finn tried to do the same to Kurt, but the boy simply shrugged away from his brother's touch, running over to Burt Hummel the moment the man entered the room and burying his face in his neck. Puck would have felt bad for Finn if it were any other day. But... right now he was just happy that Blaine was willing to trust him again.
But Blaine still wasn't calm. And Puck only knew one way to calm the boy down so that he would fall asleep, Burt sitting down on the couch, Kurt cuddling up to his side, Carole's hand on his small, trembling back. Finn sat against the lounge chair with a dejected look on his face. "Well I just heard the news today. It seems my life is going to change. I close my eyes, begin to pray." He sang quietly into Blaine's ear, noting the frantic heart beat and wet spot on his shoulder. "With arms wide open. Under the sunlight. Welcome to this place, I'll show you everything. With arms wide open."
"Well I don't know if I'm ready. To be the man I have to be..." Finn spontaniously picked up the next line, his eyes on Kurt's face. The small boy sniffed, his fist rubbing against his eyes as they tried to stubbornly stay away from Finn's face.
" I'll take a breath."
"I'll take her by my side."
"We stand in awe..."
"We've created life."
They sang the chorus together, glancing over at one another and sending smiles in their direction. Blaine's heart beat began to calm. " If I had just one wish. Only one demand." And Finn took the beginning of the bridge. It was as though they had practiced. As though they had done this song in Glee when it was simply a spontaneous performance. That was one thing that Puck loved about Glee. Spontaneity.
"I hope he's not like me. I hope he understands."
"That he can take this life. And hold it by the hand. And he can greet the world."
"With arms wide open..." And then it was the same as before. The two of them singing to the chorus in the nearly perfect harmony, each of them switching between melody. It was different. And, when the song drew to a close, Blaine was breathing softly in Puck's arms, his eyes fluttered shut and no fear creasing his forehead. Kurt stared at Finn for a moment before pulling himself into the tall boy's lap, wrapping his arms around Finn's chest and letting himself be hugged.
"Looks like you boys've got this handled." Burt patted Puck's shoulder as he walked by, taking his jacket from the hook and going outside to check on the cars with Carole.
Yeah... snow in October really was one of the most bizarre things to ever happen to Puck in a long time.
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