Odds and Ends
Disclaimer: Glee would so be the 'Furt and Klaine Show' if I owned it;) Needless to say, I don't.
A/N: Look, another random drabble coming your way! Seriously, I have no idea where this came from – blame it on too much cramming and too little sleep;) And my need for some Furt – we still have nine more glee-less days to go:/ Also, watch out - pure fluff!
Quantum of Domesticity
"Kurt, if you say one more word about how these new clothes compliment my eyes and complexion, I think I'm going to start crying," Finn huffed stepping over the threshold after his stepbrother. "And then I'll make you cry."
Kurt looked at his shopping-bag-laden brother trying to cover up his growing smirk. Finn could be quite intimidating when he wanted to and right now he looked like he really did. Kurt didn't want to be on the receiving end of that particular fit. If he put his mind to it, Finn could pull off quite the drama queen. Judging by his pout, he was on the verge of one. So Kurt decided to tone down his excitement for the sake of his hair and clothes that would be the first victims of the attack of the flailing Frankenteen.
"Fine," he said. "But you'll thank me when girls start lining at the door when they see you in clothes that for once don't look like they belonged to a blind lumberjack with a fixation on badly cut flannel."
"Hey! I like flannel! What's wrong with it?" Finn said dumping all the bags on the couch in the dining room.
"Nothing. Besides the fact that it's flannel," Kurt shot back snidely.
"Kurt, you're making it really hard for me to like you right now," Finn snapped with a pout and lunged himself onto the sofa.
He was hungry, his feet were sore and his mind was numb from Kurt's endless chatter about fashion on the way home. He was glad the shopping expedition to Columbus was finally over. He would curse the day he agreed to it but he also had to admit, Kurt had made a huge impression on him. He knew exactly what he wanted and made the shopping assistants hop around him like he owned the place. And he could be really intimidating (although that Finn already knew from experience) – Finn was pretty impressed with the way Kurt had threatened a bunch of middle school girls with a mannequin's leg to get the last pair of Hilfiger jeans in his size. If shopping were an Olympic sport, Kurt would definitely have a black belt or something.
Kurt watched his half-conscious stepbrother and shook his head. Finn was really exhausted, more than he'd ever seen him be on the football field. And they'd only been to five shops, plus two shoe shops and accessories but that didn't really count. Kurt was actually amazed Finn had agreed to a shopping trip with him in the first place until Carole enlightened him that might have something to do with the fact that Finn had shrunk all his jeans on his latest washing-machine adventure and had literally nothing but tracksuit pants to wear now. Kurt wished he'd been home for that.
"You don't have to like me as long as you wear the clothes we bought," he stated. "Unless you want to spend the rest of the school year looking like some hip hop wannabe," he added under his breath.
"Even the strange wooly thing?" Finn whined.
"Especially the boat neck angora sweater," Kurt enunciated. "It compliments your athletic built and it's very much in this season."
"But it's…tight," Finn objected uneasily.
"It's form-fitting, Finn, and it's supposed to be like that."
"I don't like it," the taller boy groaned and Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's not my thing. I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy!" he complained.
"Yes, yes, I know the wildest thing you've got in your closet is a pair of pink suspenders…"
"I have no idea where they came from!"
"…but you should really work on that. I'm not saying you should wear a new outfit every day-" Finn snorted. "-but you could put a bit more attention to what you wear."
"I just don't see the point, dude. Too much time and effort." Finn shrugged. "And most of that Gucci & Banana stuff you're so excited about totally freaks me out."
Kurt took a deep breath. "You mean Dolce & Gabbana. And it's Gucci and Banana Republic."
Finn looked at him blankly, eyebrows raised, and Kurt resisted the urge to pull his hair – no need to take his frustration out on the roots.
"Of all the people in the world, how do I get you for a sibling?"
"Blind luck?" Finn asked cheekily.
"You've got half of it right. Whatever it was, it was definitely blind."
"Hey, you're not such a perfect brother yourself, you know! I'm not down with you taking up the bathroom for hours on end and taking my snacks away!" Finn huffed.
Kurt let out a small chuckle and let himself fall on the soft cushions on the sofa next to Finn. "All right, I admit it. I'm sorry I make you eat healthy food and hinder your otherwise non-existent personal hygiene."
"Kurt…" Finn began warningly.
"Ok, ok, I know I boss you around and make you do plenty of things that you don't like."
"Like hell you do. And the worst part is, I've started doing some of them even when you're not here! Do you know I actually ate muesli for breakfast today? The fact that I even know what it's called would get me my eyebrows shaved if the guys on the team knew!"
Kurt chuckled and was about to say something but Finn raised his hand. He was on a roll.
"So I do all those healthy and clean things even though they're usually torture…but they remind me of you when you're not here…and now that you've transferred you're not even here to give me credit for it!"
Kurt turned to him with an amazed expression that merged into a warm smile.
"Let me get this straight," he began trying to hold back the 'aww' building up in his throat. "I remind you of rolled oats and dried fruit? Finn Hudson, that is the most warped attempt at a compliment I've ever heard," he said and Finn's face fell a little. "And the most adorable."
Finn seemed to relax a little. "What I meant to say is that I miss you, even your hissy fits and diva stunts, however crazy that is," he said, his eyes fixed at his hands clasped tightly in his lap. "So much that I eat rabbit food and don't mind."
"I miss you too, you big dummy," Kurt said ruffling his hair. "And I'm here now," he added softly. "And I'm giving you plenty of credit. I'm impressed, actually. But don't tell me you didn't enjoy the shopping at all. I totally saw you do tough guy poses in the mirror when you were trying on new jackets."
"I was just trying to see which one made me the most badass!"
Kurt shook his head. "Boys."
Finn tried to reply but his words got out muffled. He looked totally thrashed and his eye-lids were drooping.
"Maybe you should get to bed before you fall asleep on me," Kurt advised. "Cause I don't fancy hauling you from here to your room by myself and if you stay here, you're going to wake up with a gigantic crick in your neck that I will have to care of."
Finn rubbed at his eyes. "I'm so tired I don't think I'll be able to sleep."
Kurt got up. "I'll get you some left-over egg-nog." It was his secret, but he liked it so much that he kept a vat of it in the pantry the whole year, Christmas or not.
"It will help me sleep?"
"No. But it makes staying awake a hell lot more fun."
After a moment Kurt returned with two mugs to find Finn going through their DVD collection. He handed one mug to him and he downed half of it in one gulp. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"This stuff goes to your head, Finn."
"Exactly," the taller boy replied unfazed. "So… how about a movie marathon?" he suggested. Their parents were out on a dinner and wouldn't be back till much later so that left the whole house at their disposal. "Cause I'm definitely not killing zombies with you anymore. Like ever again."
"You mean after I kicked your ass the last time, oh Scourge of the Undead?"
Finn scowled at him. "It still hurts. And if you mention it to Puck or Artie…"
Kurt chuckled. "No worries. I would never admit publicly I know how to blow up zombies in the first place."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," Finn said.
"Far more than is healthy," Kurt admitted with a wry smile.
"I guess we're both closet cases," Finn said and Kurt's eyebrows shot up. This was going to be good. "You're in a zombie-killing closet and I'm in a jacket-shopping one."
Kurt just stared at him and then he burst out laughing, not able to contain himself any longer. "That egg-nog's working faster than I thought," he managed in between giggles.
"You know what I mean," Finn said slightly offended.
"Seldom if ever," Kurt replied wryly.
Finn grumbled something that sounded strangely like 'bigheaded smartass' and turned back to the DVD shelf.
Kurt went up to him and patted him on the shoulder in a conciliatory gesture. He scanned the DVDs Finn had picked out.
"X-Men? No way. I'm not watching men in garish spandex suits and capes run around shooting other men in spandex suits and capes."
"Their outfits is so not the point. Besides, they only wear spandex in the comic books!"
"Anything that is as much as based on a comic book with people wearing canary yellow rubber outfits is dead for me."
"Hey, it's my turn to choose! And I say it's that or James Bond."
"Oh no, Sean Connery again?"
"Yup."
"Daniel Craig and only Daniel Craig for me, sorry."
"Seriously?" Finn objected. "I mean, 'Quantum of Solace'? What does that even mean?"
"I honestly don't know but that's not the point. Daniel Craig is. And eventually Pierce Brosnan."
"Come on! Connery was totally badass as the original Bond! I mean, hey, he's Indiana Jones' dad!"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ok, I agree Sean Connery does have that scary edge of lethal ruthlessness about him but Daniel Craig is so much more…manly in a roguish way."
"I have no idea what you just said but I'll take it that you agree with me."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "We're not watching Dr. No."
Finn's face fell. "Come on, that chick coming out of the sea is so hot!"
"That doesn't explain why you had to rewind that scene like ten times the last time we watched it."
"It totally does!" he exclaimed. "Don't think I don't remember you did the same when Daniel Craig was coming out of the water in Casino Royale!"
Finn sniggered watching as Kurt somehow managed to get pale and beetroot red at the same time.
"That's it. We're watching X-Men."
"Yes!" Finn fist-pumped.
"Let me just get the vat of egg-nog first. I have to put myself out."
So, hope you liked this! As I said, completely random but that's the idea, right? Also, the updates are kinda slow these days and they will continue to be so for the next two weeks until my exam session is over. I hope that's ok and thank you for your patience and support!
The credit for 'Gucci & Banana' goes to the one and only Chris Colfer. I was watching some of his older interviews and he so cracked me up with this: "I thought 'Gucci & Banana' was a designer brand...but it's not. It's like Dolce & Gabbana and then Gucci and Banana Republic. I guess they're all different. I just go to Target, you know." So adorably Chris! Kurt would definitely hyperventilate, though;)
Also, raise your hand if you squealed (I think I also died) when Chris won the Golden Globe – he so deserved it! I'm SO happy for him! Go team Chris!
End of loooong A/Ns. Have a great Sunday and don't forget to leave me a review before you go:)