Finn was woken up by a high-pitched wail. He sat up, confused and still half asleep. He wondered if he was just dreaming, but a sharper cry filled the house. It had to be Kurt. His mom wasn't that high pitched. He threw his blankets off him and got up. It wasn't coming from down the hall, but from downstairs.
"I don't think he broke anything…" he heard his mom's voice trail off. Finn frowned and hurried down the stairs.
"What's going on?" he asked. He saw his mom and Burt tending to Kurt, who was sitting on the couch, still crying.
"He tripped down the stairs," Burt said gruffly. "Hit his head."
"Finn, honey, get an ice pack from the freezer," his mom told him. Finn hurried off into the kitchen, suddenly very worried about him. What if he had a concussion? Kurt couldn't handle going to the hospital, especially in the middle of the night. He came back into the living room and handed it to his mom. Kurt moaned as she pressed the ice to the side of his head. Finn sat by him, opposite his dad, and put his hand on his back. He would normally feel weird being so touchy with him, but he had just fallen down a flight of stairs.
"Dad," Kurt choked out. "My h-head hurts."
"I know, buddy," he whispered. "It's gonna be okay. We'll take care of it, don't worry. Just take a deep breath." Finn didn't know what to say. He wanted to help him feel better, but he was afraid he would just make it worse. Kurt seemed to be calming down and had stopped crying. "Do I need to take him to the emergency room?"
"No, I don't think so. It doesn't look like he's got a concussion. Finn's had a few, and he's not showing any of the symptoms. Kurt, on a scale from one to ten, how bad does it hurt?"
"Five," he mumbled. "Can I just get in bed?"
"Yes, but let us help you. Finn, get some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, and a cup of water." He went back into the kitchen and got the medicine and water. In his mind he could still hear Kurt's sharp cry, and he shivered. He was completely used to him crying, but he had never seen him hurt like that. He went up the stairs to Kurt's room, where they were getting him in bed. His dad helped him take the medicine, and they told him to go back to sleep and call if he needed anything. Once they left, Finn sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Are you okay, dude? You kinda scared me," he admitted.
"I'm fine. I just woke everyone up," he complained.
"Dude, it's okay. You could've gotten really hurt, bro."
"Am I gonna be okay?" Kurt asked, sounding scared. Finn regretted what he said. He had freaked him out more when he was just trying to help.
"Yeah, you're gonna be fine. Your head should feel a lot better in the morning," he told him, even though he wasn't sure. "I'll leave you alone to go back to sleep."
"No, Finn," he moaned. He turned around, surprised to hear him say that. "Will you stay here?"
"Yeah, I'll stay. Scoot over." Kurt moved over to the side of his bed and Finn laid down. For some reason, it didn't feel weird to lay down with him. He didn't want him to be lonely. "Does your head still hurt?"
"Yeah, kind of," he murmured.
"Go to sleep, and it should start to feel better," he said. "You're gonna be okay."
"Thanks. And thanks for staying with me."
"You're welcome." He closed his eyes and rolled onto his side to go to sleep. He was glad he was able to help him, even just by staying with him. Kurt had let his guard down, for once, and he had shown his vulnerable side. He wasn't Kurt's brother, but sometimes he had to step up and be one.
Author's Notes:
I know this isn't Klaine but I just really love Finn's akward brother skills. When he danced with Kurt at the wedding and stopped Karofsky from hitting him I kind of fell in love with the two of them. So yeah.