Odds And Ends
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That's What Brothers Do
Finn knew something was up the moment he saw Kurt. He had been waiting for him next to the Navigator as usual after school but after saying goodbye to Blaine at the exit, his stepbrother crossed the parking lot without sparing Finn a single glance. No usual smile or wave, no snappy remark, no nothing.
"Dude?" Finn asked tentatively as the smaller boy approached the car.
Continuing to ignore him, Kurt opened the door, flung his bag into the back seat and ducked inside. When Finn tried to do the same, he found Kurt had locked the door from the inside.
"Dude!" he exclaimed. "What's going on?"
It was the first time Kurt glanced at him and the moment their eyes connected, Finn really wished he hadn't.
He swallowed. "Are you…angry at me or something?"
"Angry? I'm not angry," Kurt said pleasantly, his eyes boring into the taller boy through the windshield. "I'm furious."
"Uh, any particular reason?"
"Really, Finn?" Kurt asked, his eyes flaring with anger. "You honestly have no idea why I would be angry with you."
Finn frowned. "I didn't blow anything up recently, stayed away from your stuff, did my chores-"
"And how about attacking my innocent boyfriend in front of the whole Glee club?"
"This is about Blaine?" Finn asked incredulously because Kurt didn't seem to have a problem with their…lively exchange earlier. "You didn't say a thing in Glee!"
"I wanted to spare Blaine the sight of me ripping you apart in front of the club," Kurt replied menacingly. "I think he'd had enough of our hospitability and good intentions what with you having already bitten his head off for backing you up!"
"Backing me up?" the taller boy said incredulously. "I was trying to give you all a pep talk and he butted in and tried to steal my thunder! Again! I get it that he's new and wants to curry favor with the club but he's not doing it off my back!"
"Steal your thunder?" Kurt repeated, shooting him a look of death. "He was trying to help, Finn! Are you really this blind and clueless or are you trying to set the new world record on being a jerk?"
"Dude, he was out of line!"
"No, you were out of line," the countertenor said, his voice dripping icicles. "You've been for quite some time but everyone turns a blind eye because you're Finn Hudson, the Golden Boy," he drawled. "Well, you know what? I'm not going to any more because you don't deserve it. Someone finally needs to tell you what a jerk you've been."
Finn took a step back. "You…think I'm a jerk?"
"You give me all the reason in the world to think so."
"I've done nothing to you, Kurt!"
"No, but you've done plenty to my boyfriend, which is as good as doing it to me!"
"Kurt, don't make it like this," Finn said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "This is between Blaine and me. It has nothing to do with you."
"Nothing-" Kurt repeated in shock, his eyes blazing. "Nothing to do with me? It's got everything to do with me! Blaine's my boyfriend, Finn! I love him and care about him and you've made it your mission to make his life in Glee miserable ever since he first auditioned!"
Finn sputtered, "No…I just…"
Kurt's glare made him trail off.
"I never suspected you of being manipulative and petty, Finn," he said with disappointment.
The taller boy paled, a look of deep hurt flashing across his face and lodging in his eyes, and normally that would have stopped Kurt and sent him hugging the other boy but not today. Today proved to be too much. He had been holding back way too long in the hope of Finn seeing the wrongness of his ways on his own but all it did was make the situation worse. It was time for tough love and Finn needed to get a piece of his mind.
"I don't know what's going through your head or what's going on with you because you won't talk to me," there was a trace of hurt in his voice now but it was soon overrun by anger, "-but I know it needs to stop. You need to stop and get over yourself, Finn, because this has gone on long enough. I know you don't care about me or my feelings, you've proven it this week, but at least try to care about something, like yourself for example, because if you continue like this, you're going to end up bitter and alone."
Throughout Kurt's rant, Finn remained silent because his words hit too close to home but he couldn't leave his last words like that.
"What? You know I care about you!" he said, his eyes flaring with indignation. "Like, there's no other dude I care so much about!"
Kurt's expression remained stern. "If you did, you'd think before attacking the guy I'm in love with!" he countered. "You'd consider how I might feel watching two people I love fight and hate on each other!" he said wrathfully and by the time he had finished, there were tears streaming down his face.
All color had drained out of Finn's face. "Kurt, I didn't think-"
"Yeah, that's just it, you didn't think! You don't ever think any more! What's happened to you, Finn?" Kurt asked, his voice shaking with emotion. "I always had you for the sweetest, most selfless and big-hearted guy I know and now it's like you're doing everything in your power to prove me wrong!"
Finn lowered his gaze. "Nothing," he finally mumbled. "Nothing happened."
Kurt threw up his hands. "Nothing? Really? That's what you're going with?" he snapped. He was positively shaking with anger.
Finn refused to reply and stubbornly continued staring down. He was feeling too ashamed and angry to look Kurt in the eye. He didn't really know what was going on with him apart from the fact that whenever Blaine was in the room, sitting next to Kurt and being all supportive and in love, or singing his cute pop songs that made all the girls swoon, or having good ideas Finn hadn't thought of, he felt like ripping Blaine's head off and using it for football practice. He knew it wasn't cool and it wasn't fair but he couldn't help it. It was like when he saw Blaine, he became this other person. He realized he really didn't like that person – the green-eyed monster consumed by his own insecurities and fears, who took it out on others. With a startled intake of air, he looked up with an intent to at least try and explain some of it only to realize it was too late.
Kurt's normally expressive face looked like it was set in stone and when he spoke, his tone was flat. "Fine. But if you don't trust me, you're sure as hell not driving with me," he threw and drove off, leaving Finn alone in the parking lot.
He looked after him, realizing two things. First that Kurt seemed more hurt than angry and it was even worse, and second that he'd left his backpack in the Navigator before Glee and that it was still there, which meant he didn't have any money, his phone or keys on him.
And then it started to rain.
XxXxXxX
When Finn got home an hour later, he was drenched, hungry and dead tired. There was a light on in the kitchen and the living room but only the Navigator was parked in front of the house, which meant the parents weren't home yet. All the better.
He snuck through one of the windows in the living room, which he secretly always left open in case he forgot his house keys (which did happen) and looked around for Kurt. There was music coming from the kitchen so he figured his brother was there preparing dinner.
He peeked through the doorway. Kurt was standing with his back to him, stirring something in a huge bowl and belting out West Side Story, which Finn knew because Kurt had been torturing him with it ever since he got cast in the musical.
He snuck further in and stood behind Kurt. He held his drenched jacket up and wrung it straight over his brother's head in one swift movement. Kurt screeched like a banshee and whirred around, using the plastic bowl in his grasp as a projectile. It flew past Finn's head and the dough inside landed straight in his face.
"Finn?" Kurt uttered after a moment of stunned silence, forgetting all about his soaked hair as he watched their today's dinner drip down his brother's face.
"Yeah. Hi to you, too," Finn replied, wiping the dough out of his eyes.
"Oh God, I'm sorry!" the smaller teen said apologetically, covering his mouth with his hands. "But what were you thinking, sneaking up on me like that? I almost got a heart attack!"
"I can be a sneaky ninja, too!"
"Yeah, and look where it got you," Kurt replied, raising an eyebrow as some more dough dripped off Finn onto the floor.
"Well, I guess I should be happy you weren't holding a knife."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "And what's with the water on my head?" he asked, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. "Are you suicidal?"
"Dude, you totally deserved it! You left me to walk home in the rain!" Finn said reproachfully. "Not cool!"
"You know what's not cool? Acting like a grade A d-bag," the smaller boy retorted, looking unrepentant. "You deserved it and you know it."
Finn's angry expression melted into remorse and unease. He had lots of time to think about Kurt's words on his way home and he knew the other boy was right. For all the harsh words, Finn appreciated the tongue lashing for what it was – a clear sign that Kurt may hate him but he also cared about him. Among all his friends and buddies, he was the only one who dared to call him out on his behavior and tell him off to his face.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he concurred, his voice small.
Kurt's expression softened. He sighed, knowing he couldn't stay mad at Finn for long, no matter how much he tried to. He meant it when he'd said that Finn was the sweetest, most selfless and big-hearted guy he knew. When he wasn't being a jerk, that is. Or covered in pancake dough.
"And, uh, I thought about what you said," Finn continued. "I'm a selfish jerk and I'm jealous of Blaine," he admitted and it was one of the hardest things he had to do in quite a while but it also felt like a burden was lifted off his shoulders.
Kurt blinked. He really wasn't expecting the other boy to be so upfront and sincere when he had been nothing but secretive and introverted as of late. Not to mention that admitting aloud you were a jerk was kinda a big thing in itself.
"I…I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, Kurt," Finn said ruefully, his teeth beginning to chatter. With everything going on, he'd forgotten he was standing there drenched in rain and dough but now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, he was starting to feel the cold starting to seep into his very bones.
Kurt didn't even try to hide his softening expression this time. "Sweetie, you're not a disappointment." He assured him. "But before we continue this, let's get you cleaned up and dry because I don't want you to get pneumonia and die before you can say all you want to say," he said with a small smile. "And also I find it increasingly hard to keep a straight face with you looking like the Creature From The Pancake Lagoon."
Finn nodded and let himself be ushered to the bathroom, where Kurt unceremoniously stuck his head under the shower and turned the water on, washing the dough away with surprisingly gentle fingers. Finn had to stop himself from purring because it was actually really pleasant once the warmth started seeping into his scalp, and Kurt was a pro (Finn guessed years of washing slushies out of your hair would do that). When the smaller boy was satisfied with the state of his hair, he sat him on the edge of the tub and proceeded to dry his hair with a towel. When he was done, he moved away and dried his own hair.
"Thanks," Finn smiled up at him, wiping his face dry with his towel. "This was awesome. I didn't know you could wash hair like that!"
"You're welcome." The countertenor narrowed his eyes at him. "But don't get used to it, this was a one-time act of brotherly kindness because I simply can't say no to your puppy-dog eyes."
Finn grinned.
Kurt tried to stop smiling, but it was a losing battle. "I'm still mad at you, you know," he said, putting his towel away.
"You think you'll be mad for long?"
"That is up to you."
Finn sighed. Kurt really wasn't making this easier for him. "I shouldn't have snapped at Blaine when he was trying to help. That was a dick move and I'm not proud of it." He ran a hand through his disarray of dark hair in an attempt to gather his scattered thoughts. "I deserved the riot act, the rain and the dough in the eye."
"That you did."
"It's just…I know I should be a better person but it's so hard sometimes," he admitted slowly. His brain was still kind of doing loops and corkscrews around everything Kurt had said to him. "I don't have much going for me, Kurt, and I don't know what's going to happen with me. And it's frigging scary. You're like, super-smart and talented – even if you don't get into your first-choice college, you'll get into your second or third choice no problem. But me? What school will have the quarterback of a team that mostly loses, who's also the lead of a show choir that ranked 17th at nationals and probably won't even get there this year, and who gets mediocre grades?"
"Finn, that's not-"
He raised his hand to stop him. He had to get it all out before he chickened out again. "But that's kinda ok, you know. I've already gotten used to the thought that I'm a Lima Loser," he said with a rueful smile. "What's killing me is the thought that because of this, this is probably the last year you and I will ever spend together as family. I know you think I don't care about you but I really do, man." He was quiet for a long moment. "I always wanted a brother but I never thought I'd get one."
Kurt sucked in a deep breath. "It's one of those moments when you disarm me with your charming yet corny confessions and make me cry, isn't it?"
Finn gave him a small smile before continuing. "If Mom was going to marry anyone, I'm glad it was Burt. If anyone was going to be my brother, I'm very glad I got you, man. You make a better person, whether I want it or not. So I'm really sorry for today."
"Yeah, it's that moment," Kurt sniffled, letting tears stream down his face.
"So, do we hug now?" Finn asked, feeling he was on the verge of tears himself.
"I think we're too inhibited."
"Screw inhibited," Finn decided and pulled Kurt against his chest, enveloping him in a fierce hug because that's what brothers did.
XxXxXxX
Everything went back to normal for about a day and a half until Finn didn't screw up again by calling Brittany an idiot to her face. All he wanted was to stop New Directions from falling apart. With Rachel busy with the musical and her campaign, he felt it was up to him as the co-captain to keep them together but his big mouth got the better of him and he'd gone too far again.
So when he walked down for breakfast the next morning, he had a guilty conscience and was prepared for another tongue-lashing, but as he strolled into the kitchen, Kurt didn't even seem to notice him, silently sitting alone at the kitchen table over a bowl of milk. He was either deep in his own thoughts or evaluating the kitchen curtains, Finn couldn't tell which. He decided to let him be and went for the bacon.
When he sat opposite him, the smaller boy let out a sigh. Finn frowned.
"Um," he uttered hesitantly. "Did you just eat a bowl of Depressi-O's or something, dude?"
Kurt looked up at him. "I spoke with Dad."
"And…it was depressing?"
Kurt snorted. "No. More like shocking. He's going to run for Congress against Coach Sylvester. I'm to be his campaign manager."
Finn blinked, forgetting all about his foul mood. "That's so awesome!" he exclaimed. "Clash of the Titans is nothing!" His eyes lit up. "Will we, like, get to move to Washington and drive around in limos and all?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Let's leave that for when and if we win."
"What do you mean, 'if'? Burt's like, the coolest and most impressive guy I know! Of course he's gonna win!"
Kurt sighed again, moving his cereal around in his bowl. "And that's what worries me."
Finn furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting what was the problem.
"He almost died, Finn," Kurt said emphatically, the very words still making him cringe. "His heart is still weak and will probably never get back to full health. I'm scared about him every hour of every day and I honestly don't think he's ready for the trials and tribulations of a campaign, let alone moving to Washington and starting a career in politics."
"Dude, Burt's a really strong guy," Finn said with conviction. "He'll be just fine. And he's also really smart so if he decided to do this, he must have thought it out really well. He knows what he's doing."
Kurt gave him the side-eye.
"Come on, cheer up!" he said, punching him in the arm. "It's gonna be ok, you'll see!"
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "How is punching me in the arm meant to cheer me up?"
Finn shrugged. "It works with the guys on the football team."
"Well, they're thick, aren't they?"
"Hey, I'm on the team!"
"There you go then," Kurt replied with a wry smile.
Finn punched him in the arm again, grinning when he elicited an indignant yelp from his brother, and dug into his bacon. Kurt huffed and puffed a while more but finally let it go and focused on his own breakfast (if you could call half a grapefruit, some bran flakes and coffee breakfast – Finn didn't). When Finn's first hunger was satisfied, he looked at his stepbrother curiously.
"So, um, you speak to Britt or Santana lately?" he asked innocently.
Kurt looked at him suspiciously. "No," he replied slowly. "Ever since they defected to Miss Corcoran, I haven't had a word with them. Why?"
"Nothing, just curious," he said with a shrug, trying to sound casual. "How about Mercedes?"
Kurt put his spoon down. "That's it. What's this about?"
"Doesn't matter," Finn backtracked. "Forget I ever spoke."
"You're not getting rid of me this easy, Finn Hudson," Kurt announced decidedly. "What did you do and why do I have a feeling it has something to do with Britt and Santana leaving New Directions?"
The taller boy sighed, biting his lip. He knew resistance was futile. "I…kinda called Britt an idiot to her face."
"You did what?" Kurt goggled at him.
Finn fiddled with his thumbs nervously. "I was begging her to stay but she said she had to leave because of a leprechaun wish. That made me kinda blow up and I told her leprechauns aren't real, neither is Santa, and she should grow up and stop being such an idiot."
Kurt blinked. "You called Britt an idiot," he repeated slowly, not believing his ears. "Right after telling her Santa wasn't real." He stared him down. "Grinch much, Finn?"
The taller boy shifted awkwardly. "I know I messed up- where are you going?"
"To whip up a bowl of pancake dough."
Finn looked at him suspiciously. "But…we already had breakfast," he pointed out.
"Oh, it's not for breakfast," Kurt replied pleasantly. "It's for dumping it on your head because apparently one isn't enough to get through to your thick skull."
"Dude, I'm gonna go and apologize today after their rehearsal!" Finn said. "And don't worry about tearing me a new one, Santana's got that covered," he added.
Kurt sat back down, folding his hands on the table. "Now I'm starting to feel sorry for you."
"Does she really have razor blades in her hair?" Finn asked weakly.
The smaller boy smirked. "I guess you'll find out soon enough."
"Gee, thanks for making me feel better!" the quarterback said sardonically.
"You're welcome." Kurt smiled at him innocently. "That's what brothers do."
XxXxXxX
Kurt wearily dragged himself through the front door of the Hudmel household. He'd spent the afternoon rehearsing with Blaine and he was positively exhausted. He took off his coat and boots on autopilot, his mind wandering back to today's Glee and their newest member.
On one hand, they were three members short so anyone who willingly wanted to be in Glee was welcome but on the other hand, the leprechaun was really good and those high notes he hit…it was at least glare-worthy. This used to be Kurt's domain, something only he could do and now out of the blue he had competition.
Still, he couldn't hold it against Finn, he had been so happy that after a week of failures, he finally did something right for the New Directions. Also, Kurt had it on good authority that right before Glee, Finn had singlehandedly stood up to a bunch of puck heads who were bullying the Irish. Kurt liked to think it was his influence but he knew Finn had it in him all the time, he just needed a push in the right direction. Rory seemed to give him that push and that was enough in Kurt's book to grant the Irish, albeit grudgingly, a chance. For Finn's sake.
Speak of the devil, Kurt thought wryly going up the stairs and hearing a commotion coming from his brother's room. It was nothing unusual and Kurt would have chalked it up to Xbox had it not been for the pained grunt that followed. The door was open and he peered inside.
The room looked like Finn had been testing home-made bombs in it, which was pretty much like it always did. The owner himself was nowhere to be seen.
"Finn?" Kurt called. "You okay?"
"Not really," came a pained reply.
The smaller boy ventured further inside and noticed the tip of Finn's head poking from under a heap of blankets on the bed. "What's the matter?"
"I took a nasty fall during football and I did something to my spine," Finn said. "It didn't hurt that much until I lay down. Now I can't move."
"That's what happens when you oh-co-cleverly use your back to break your falls," Kurt reprimanded but his mind was already working furiously on ways to help his brother.
"You're funny," Finn muttered humorlessly from under the pillows.
"Well, at least it's nothing really serious, or you'd writhing in pain right now," Kurt decided coming closer. "I've seen enough Cheerio trainings to know a serious injury when I see one."
"That's what the Coach and the nurse said, too. I just need to take it easy a couple of days and I'll be fine," Finn said before his face contorted in pain again. "But it hurts, Kurt."
"I know it does," the countertenor said, giving him a sympathetic glance. "Let me see what I can do about it," he added and left.
He came back ten minutes later with a tube of warming ointment, Tylenol and a glass of water. He perched on the side of the bed and handed Finn the pill and the water. Once the taller boy downed it, Kurt pulled Finn's blankets aside.
"Dude!" he yelped in protest.
"Don't be such a baby, Finn," Kurt huffed. "This will make you better, just show me exactly where it hurts," he ordered, unscrewing the small tube.
"I'm such a moron," Finn muttered in between painful moans as Kurt massaged the ointment into his back.
"Oh? What brought on this sudden epiphany?"
Finn rolled his eyes but he found he appreciated the teasing – it took his mind off the pain.
"It wasn't any epininny," he said and Kurt let out a short laugh. "It's a fact. I mean, I've got this interview with a football recruiter in a couple of days," he explained, "-and I go and get myself paralyzed during a stupid, meaningless training."
"First of all, you're not paralyzed, you hypochondriac-"
"Hey, I…I've got nice, warm body temperature!"
"That's hypothermic, Finn," Kurt corrected with an eye roll. Finished with the ointment, he wiped his hands on a tissue and sunk deeper onto Finn's bed. "A hypochondriac is someone who excessively fusses over their own health."
"I don't excessively fuss, Mr. Encyclopedia."
"Yes, you do," Kurt countered, breaking into a wry smile. "And I think you mean 'dictionary', Finn."
The taller boy gave him the evil eye and muttered something about snotty wise-asses. Kurt couldn't help but let out the chuckle bubbling in his chest.
"You'll be right as rain in a matter of hours," he consoled him, running his hand through Finn's hair. "And the fact that you always give the team everything you have? It doesn't make you a moron, Finn, it makes you great," he went on to reassure him. "Even if it's ill-conceived, you're incredibly well-intentioned and want what's best for us."
Finn nodded. "Yeah, I really do. I know I messed up big time this week but I really wanted to help. I mean, I owe Glee so much – you, Rachel, the fact that I can now dance without killing anyone – and now it's falling apart before our eyes. I couldn't just stand by and watch. I know I lost us Britt and Santana-"
"Well, you did get us a leprechaun instead," Kurt deadpanned, nudging him in the side softly. "That counts for something," he added wryly. "Besides, Santana would have left anyway, and she'd have moved heaven and earth to take Britt with her so I don't really think it was your fault, Finn. You were an ass to blow up at Britt the way you did but you didn't make her leave."
"So, to sum up…I'm an ass."
"Yes, but a well-intentioned one."
Finn rolled his eyes. "Like there's a difference."
"A whole world of difference." Kurt lifted the corner of his mouth in a small lop-sided smile. "Because that's what Glee is all about, Finn. It's about trying your best and being your better self. You really struggled this week but in the end, you came through. I'm proud of you," he declared, brushing a kiss over Finn's forehead. "Just promise me it will last longer than till next Glee."
"It will," the taller boy vowed. "But does it mean I can't snap at Blaine?"
Kurt flicked him over the back of his head. "I hope this answers your question," he replied. "And if it doesn't, next time I'll be using my sai swords," he threatened but Finn wasn't really listening as he suddenly sat up.
"Dude, my back doesn't hurt anymore!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "It's like magic! You magically fixed it!"
"It wasn't magic," Kurt replied. "It's called Tylenol."
"You and me have different definitions of the word."
"Yeah. You think microwaves are magic."
"Hey, they can make dinner in less than three minutes!"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Once again, we have different definitions of the word dinner."
"We're never going to agree on this, are we?"
"No," the countertenor agreed brightly. "But that's the beauty of us," he added with a genuine smile that Finn reciprocated.
"Yeah, man." He nodded. "I mean, we may not agree on the small stuff but when it comes to really important things, we're completely alike, right?"
"Couldn't have put it better myself, Finn Hudson," Kurt said, a grin creeping onto his face. "Does being injured somehow make you smarter? Because I'll remember that the next time you're acting like an ass."
"You're not letting this go any time soon, are you?" Finn asked with a groan.
"No," Kurt replied cheerfully. "Now go to sleep or you'll be a bear in the morning," he added and rolled off the bed.
"Don't go," Finn asked, his hand shooting up from under the covers to grasp the other teen's wrist. "Can you just…stay with me until I fall asleep?" he pleaded and Kurt was struck by just how lost and vulnerable Finn seemed. They may end up watching TV tangled together or fall asleep mid-conversation on someone's bed but actually asking was a totally different matter.
"Of course," he said softly and sat back, propping himself against the headboard.
Finn's head landed on his shoulder and the taller boy sighed contentedly. Kurt's hand wandered to stroke his hair absent-mindedly as he mulled over ways he could help Finn find something tfhat was his and his only because he believed that lay at the heart of all his problems and issues this year. Everyone had something gofing for them, they all had dreams and goals, they were going places. Everyone except Finn. And Kurt just wouldn't have it.
He looked down at his brother's sleeping face, knowing he would do anything humanly possible to make him happy. Then he withdrew a Sharpie from his pocket and gave the other boy a curly moustache.
It was simply what brothers did.
I hope you liked this, guys! I enjoyed the episode (go Papa Hummel! Carole is alive and looking fabulous! Kurt, his Sound of Music outfit, and his glares when the leprechaun hit those high notes – priceless.) but it was so all over the place it was hard to come up with one single thread I could go with so I decided to have this chapter a bit all over the place, too;) I hope it worked for you!
Until next chapter!
