Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R-ish for this chapter
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 10/?
Word Count: 2930
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there's a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
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. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Ten
As it turns out, he doesn't see Finn when he gets home from school.
"Sorry, honey; he's playing video games at your friend Artie's," Carole tells him as he bounds into the house looking for Finn, and he nods and goes about doing homework and helping Carole with dinner and pointedly not looking at the front door every five minutes in the hope that Finn will walk through.
Behaving like a lovesick puppy is not a good look on him.
Finn strolls in at around 10:30, assuring his mom that he ate at the Abrams' but he'd totally like more food, and he pretty much ignores Kurt until it's time for bed and Kurt's half-changed into his pyjamas, just in the process of pulling his shirt over his head when he gets tackled from behind.
"Oof!"
"Missed you," Finn mumbles into his neck. "It's been almost two days, dude."
"I know," Kurt assures him. "I've missed you, too."
"We're pathetic, aren't we?"
"Of course not," he closes his eyes and just lets Finn hold him for a while, swaying gently to some inaudible melody.
"Keep your shirt off tonight," Finn tells him bluntly, moving back to pull his own off before hopping into bed and patting the space beside him.
Kurt folds his shirt neatly and places it back in the drawer before turning off the light and crawling under the covers himself, reaching out for Finn instinctively and all but purring as Finn hugs him close. "I should leave you alone more often. You're far more open with your affections than you were when I left."
"I did a lot of thinking," Finn tells him. "Did you know that blowing up zombies is actually helpful for that?"
"I didn't, but I suppose I should be grateful you're not blowing up vampires," Kurt notes, contently revelling in the press of skin-to-skin that's happening at the moment. He half-expects Finn to freak out because, again, not a girl, but then he realizes that based on Rachel's comments Finn's barely touched her breasts through clothes so it would actually be stranger, in this case, if he was a girl.
Small blessings, he supposes.
"Not funny, dude," Finn says quietly, and Kurt shrugs and doesn't comment. "Anyway, did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yes, surprisingly. And while I'm sure that, for you, sleeping would be the last thing on your mind when literally being in the middle of a girl sandwich, I can assure you that wasn't the case for me," he laughs as Finn sputters what's probably supposed to be denials, but a second later he realizes that he hasn't told Finn about the possible vampire hunter and sobers up enough to do so.
Finn doesn't say anything to that, which is unusual, but Kurt just figures he's taking the whole 'don't overreact' warning to heart.
"Finn?"
"I don't want you to die," is what the taller boy finally comes out with, his voice sounding choked, and while Kurt has more or less accepted that Finn's reactions to most things he says will either be anger or sadness, it still guts him every time he knows he's the cause of Finn's distress.
"I won't."
"Kurt, this is getting really freaky. I mean, it was bad enough before, but now…"
"Finn, it's okay…"
"It's the farthest thing from 'okay!'"
"This is why I don't tell you things; you always overreact!" Kurt exclaims.
"Well, I'm sorry for caring!"
"It isn't that," Kurt softens his voice and hangs onto Finn a little desperately because the last thing he wants to do is start a fight again. "I'm just frustrated, and it's nobody's fault but my own. For falling in love with you," he adds quietly. "If it'd been Blaine this would have been solved weeks ago, and I can't…"
"It's not your fault. You can't pick who you fall in love with, Kurt; it just kinda happens whether we want it to or not," Finn's stroking his hair gently, brushing it out of his eyes in a rather familiar gesture, and Kurt shakes his head and lets his cheek rest against the smooth skin of Finn's bare shoulder.
"I wish it wasn't you, sometimes."
"I don't," Finn says immediately, and that surprises him a little.
"You…you don't?"
"No way, dude. I mean, I feel like I have a chance with you, y'know? An actual chance, not…okay, look at it this way: Rachel and Quinn cheated on me with Puck and whatever Quinn might have been thinking at the time, Rachel totally did it to hurt me, and that's really not cool. And Santana just wants to have a bedpost full of notches from guys who were virgins, so that's not exactly relationship material. But you…you love me, Kurt, and I think that's more than I can say for the others. I thought Rachel did at one time, but…" he trails off, looking a little helpless, and Kurt can't stand to see the hurt in his eyes so he looks away after a moment.
"I understand. I think. But you do realize that putting it that way makes it sound like I'm only in the running because I'm safe," he points out.
"Well, you kinda are, dude. I mean, no offense, but I'd never have done anything with you if it hadn't been for this," he mentions, and Kurt feels like he should be offended by this but he can't be because he knew he and Finn had no chance.
"We're really screwed up, aren't we?" Kurt sighs and Finn ruffles his hair.
"Nah, man. The world's screwed up. And anyway, it's just one more incentive for me to fall in love faster and get this over with, right?" his voice tells Kurt he's trying to be upbeat, but Finn's appalling lack of tact is showing again.
"Speaking of notches on the bedpost…"
"Aw, crap, dude; that sounded really bad, didn't it?" Finn realizes. "Sorry. I didn't mean it…"
"I know. But you're right. The sooner we can put this behind us the…" he doesn't finish because Finn's kissing him with a type of desperation that's more of an apology than anything he could have said. Kurt reaches to grip Finn's hair and turns his head slightly, deepening the kiss until it's wet and open and kind of loud and really, really dirty.
Finn kind of gasps into his mouth before he pulls away, his eyes wide, and Kurt tries to stop himself from reaching out for him because he is so not ready for this to end yet. "Kurt, we've gotta stop…"
"You're that close already?" Kurt blinks, a little amazed because they really haven't done anything yet.
"Sorry, dude. That's…I think this is part of the reason why I can't keep girlfriends. I mean, it's not like I can just lie there and make out for half an hour, y'know? I just…"
"I don't mind," Kurt tells him immediately. "Really, Finn, the only way you're ever going to build stamina is by practicing," he reaches out to lay a hand on Finn's cheek and smiles at him. "Or are you afraid?"
"Um…a little? And especially after Santana; I mean, that lasted, like, a minute at most and…"
"Finn, I do not need to hear about your sex-capades with Santana," he sighs.
"Okay, and the time before that I thought I'd gotten a girl pregnant, so…maybe I am afraid," he shrugs.
"You don't have to be," Kurt promises. "Not with me. I won't judge you," he pulls himself closer again and kisses Finn gently, really hoping that Finn will let him take this farther but knowing that, realistically, he's not ready for that yet.
"Okay," Finn suddenly says, surprising him.
"O-okay?"
"Yeah. Why not?" Finn shrugs, and Kurt stares at him for about thirty seconds until he adds, with a shy smile, "That's your cue to kiss me, dude."
"Right," Kurt grips his hair again and goes back to what he was doing before, using his other hand to trail down Finn's chest and rest gently on his hip. He knows better than to push his luck, but if Finn gets that close to finishing just from kissing, he has a feeling he won't have to. Yet.
He can feel Finn vibrating after only a few seconds but instead of pulling back Kurt just keeps kissing him, licking into his mouth and wiggling enough that their bodies are in contact. Finn bucks against him, letting out these little high-pitched grunts into his mouth as Kurt moves away, nudging Finn's head up and kissing at his neck as Finn grips his waist rather tightly.
"God, Kurt, I'm…"
"Do it," Kurt urges, barely letting his teeth scrape along Finn's jugular, and he never thought Finn would be one to get off on fear but apparently it works because the other boy lets out a long groan that turns into a gasp as he shoves his hips forward again; Kurt can feel the wetness even though they're both wearing pants and it's way hotter than it should be (truth be told he's always tried to jerk off in the washroom because getting things that are wet, cold and sticky on his pants is usually a turn-off).
"Oh my God," Finn breathes, panting heavily as he flops onto his back, and Kurt can't say he didn't expect this but a tiny part of him had hoped that Finn would help him along a little. Oh, well. Bathroom it is. "Wh-where are you going?" Finn catches his wrist and Kurt sighs.
"I'm going to go finish in the bathroom," he replies, squeaking when Finn pulls him back onto the bed.
"Wait, we can just…"
"Unfortunately, unlike you, I cannot get off just by kissing. And unless you're willing to touch me, which I highly doubt, I'm going to the bathroom," he tries to get up but Finn pulls him down.
"Um. Yeah, not ready for…what about…" Finn shifts so his leg is in between Kurt's and looks up at him expectantly. "Will that work?"
Kurt supposes he should be happy that Finn's trying, but…Finn presses his knee up and yeah, actually. That'll work. Kurt braces his hands on the other teen's shoulders and rolls his hips, Finn moving his leg up whenever Kurt thrusts down and Finn arches up to lick at his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin and he's probably going to leave a mark but that's not important right now.
"Good?" he asks expectantly and Kurt can only nod, mouth open and he's letting out these embarrassing breathy whines as he rolls his hips faster. "Tell me when you're close."
"I'm…" Kurt snaps his hips faster, imagining what this would be like if there were no clothes between them, and… "Gonna…"
Finn surges up and kisses him as he comes, nearly growling into Finn's mouth as his hips pump a few more times before he stills and collapses on top of Finn, both of them gleaming with sweat in the low light of the basement. "That was kinda hot," Finn admits, his hands sliding wetly down Kurt's back and all that sweat and ejaculate should be really disgusting but somehow it works.
"Really?" Kurt's head finds Finn's shoulder again, the move comfortable and almost instinctive by now, and decides that he hopes neither of their parents decide to come down for a while because the room smells rather strongly of sex and there's really no hiding that.
"Yeah," Finn nods. "Sorry I couldn't do more, but…"
"It's okay. It was better than going solo in the bathroom," Kurt pushes himself up on shaky elbows before swinging his legs out of the bed and standing. "I'm gonna get changed. You want new pants?"
"Um…yeah, probably. Don't wanna go traipsing through the house in case somebody sees," he looks down at the rather obvious wetness and wrinkles his nose.
"Okay. They'll be short, but these should fit, I think," Kurt chucks an old pair of sweats at him and shucks his own pants before changing into another pair, not caring anymore that Finn's obviously watching him. "Change, Finn. I won't look."
"Um," Finn replies before Kurt can hear a lot of shuffling, and by the time he turns around again Finn's wearing the sweats and holding the soiled pants in his hand.
"Here. I'll put them in the washroom and we'll deal with it tomorrow," Kurt snags the pants and throws them and his own into the tub before crawling back into bed. "Still okay?"
"Yeah," Finn nods quickly. "Totally. That was pretty awesome, actually."
"Good," Kurt snuggles against him and closes his eyes, definitely tired out now.
"And Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"You're so much more than a safe choice. I just…want you to know that."
Kurt's a little surprised by this, but Finn sounds completely earnest, and he nods in acknowledgment because he doesn't trust his voice right now.
"Kurt?"
"Go to sleep," Kurt murmurs, his voice breaking, and Finn kisses his forehead and holds him tighter. "Love you."
"I know," Finn whispers, and Kurt knows that's the best he's going to get right now.
But it's enough.
000
"So, how's he doing?" Puck plops beside him at Glee rehearsal the next day, glancing at Finn for a second before looking around the room.
"He's okay. Not perfect, of course, but okay," Finn admits, thinking back to the night before and blushing involuntarily. Puck smiles knowingly at this and elbows him in the side.
"I knew it. Details, brother," he demands, and Finn rolls his eyes and heaves a resigned sigh.
"Dude, gay sex? Are you hiding something from me?"
"No way, Finny. I am all man," Puck assures him with a wink. "But seriously, as your friend, I just want to know. I'm worried about him, y'know? And the quicker you accept your inherent gayness, the quicker everything'll be back to normal."
And for Puck, this is actually a plausible explanation, but Finn's still not discussing this with him. No way.
"Sex stories, Hudson. Give 'em to me," Santana drops down in the chair beside him and he groans, because between the two of them there's no way he's going to get out of this. "C'mon, Frankenteen, I know you. They'll be mild if they're anything."
"We made out. We both…finished. Wearing clothes, no touching. Okay?" he says as fast as he can, face burning, and Puck grimaces while Santana gives a rather evil cackle.
"I bet he's a little tiger in bed," Santana grins before ruffling Finn's hair and going off to talk to Brittany, who was asking where the tiger was.
"I'm mortified," Finn announces, covering his face with his hands, and Puck slaps him on the back and shakes his head.
"No worries, dude. Besides, I just want to know to expand my sexual horizons," Puck purses his lips and looks around the room again. "Nobody can fault El Puckerone for wanting to learn, right?"
"FYI, calling yourself stupid pet names is a total turn off," Lauren informs him as she makes her way up the risers, and Puck actually pouts at that one.
"She's still not giving in, is she?" Finn grins.
"Okay, so chicks think gay sex is hot. I need to use everything I can," Puck finally admits. "That totally doesn't make me gay, though."
"Of course it doesn't," Finn returns the elbow to the ribs as Puck groans.
"But really, I am worried about Kurt," he says after a moment.
"I know," Finn assures him. "And, since you're doing research, I guess I can let you in on a few…"
"Hey, Mr. Schue!" Puck waves rather frantically as Mr. Schuester finally enters the room, and Finn smiles to himself.
He's totally glad he and Puck are cool again.
000
"You know about the hunters?" Rachel corners him after Glee, five-feet-two-inches of pure persuasion and Finn can't bring himself to get away from her.
"Um…yeah?"
"Are you worried?"
"Like you wouldn't believe, Rach," Finn sighs and unlocks his locker, stuffing his books inside and grabbing his backpack. "But what can we do? I've talked to him about coming back here where he's safe. Well, safer," he amends. "Karofsky and the guys we can handle, but vampire-hunting freaks with stakes? I don't like our chances."
"I concur, and I think we need to start a 'Get Kurt Back To McKinley' initiative, and…"
"Rachel…"
"And obviously we'll need to have a team meeting to discuss the finer points…"
"Rachel…"
"But I really think we should consider…"
"Rachel!"
"Yes?"
"He's not coming back. I told you, I've tried that. We're just gonna have to live with him being as Dalton for the time being," Finn sets his hands on her shoulders as she looks up at him, all big brown eyes and pouty lips, and he pulls her to his chest in one of those awkward hugs, her forehead resting somewhere around the vicinity of his breastbone. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to him, okay? I care about him way too much for that."
"Okay. I trust you," she pulls away and pats his chest before flitting off down the hallway, and yeah, Finn knows why he fell in love with her, but right now he has to focus on Kurt (and just thinking about Kurt brings him back to the night before and his face gets hot at the thought, because no matter what he says, that was totally hot). He re-locks his locker and shoulders his backpack more comfortably, making his way out of McKinley and out into the March sunlight.
Notes:
1. This was obviously written before last night's episode, but oh, well. Kurt knows a little more about sex than he does in canon, let's just put it that way xP
2. Also, you guys are amazing! I have almost 75 reviews on this fic already, and since when I started I didn't know if anybody was going to read it, I'm really glad you all like it so much :D
3. That's about it. ^_^