Finn had always been the clumsy one. He was the one to cut his hand open on the fishing trip with Kurt's dad, the one to break his wrist at football camp, and the one to get a concussion at the basketball playoffs.
When his mom and Kurt's dad went off to Washington D.C. for the weekend, they told him and Kurt to look out for each other, but Finn knew that secretly meant that Kurt was in charge. Finn was certain he wouldn't make it on his own, because Kurt cooked all of their meals and kept the house moderately clean. Finn didn't have time for that.
His mom had warned him about the chance of snow, but Finn didn't take her seriously. After all, it was only the beginning of November. But he woke up freezing in his bed, only to discover it had snowed several inches overnight, and it had frozen over with a slick layer of ice. Finn turned the thermostat up several degrees and went to wake Kurt up. Breakfast wasn't going to cook itself.
Kurt was passed out on his queen-sized bed with at least half a dozen pillows. Finn nudged him until he opened his eyes.
"Hey, bro," he said. "Can you make breakfast? It snowed and it's really cold." Kurt glared at him and threw one of his pillows at him. Finn set it down and kept persisting. "I'll help, if you want. I'd probably burn the house down if I tried to do it myself." Kurt sighed and turned his head the other way.
"You woke me up just for food?" he asked, annoyed. "Finn, it's not that hard to make cereal. Go figure something out." Finn figured the best thing to do was just to leave Kurt alone. He had never been a morning person, but with any luck he'd come down sooner or later.
Finn went down to the kitchen, even though it was still ice cold downstairs. He made himself a bowl of cereal and watched TV until he heard Kurt coming down the stairs.
"Finn, it's freezing down here!" he complained. Finn had the throw blanket draped over him, so he wasn't feeling cold anymore.
"I turned the heat on upstairs," he told him, and changed the channel on the TV. "Are you making breakfast now?" Finn wasn't hungry anymore, but he was willing to eat again if Kurt cooked.
"Not right now," he huffed, sitting down next to Finn and tying his shoes. Kurt had changed out of his pajamas and was wearing an old hoodie from Dalton, sweatpants that were too long, and a pair of Nike tennis shoes Finn had never seen before.
"Dude, why're you dressed like that?" he asked. Kurt would never dress so casually, even around the house.
"I left my phone charger in the car and I have to go get it," he explained. "My dad took his keys on the trip so I couldn't move his car out of the garage, and I had to park in the driveway." Finn wasn't really listening to him anymore. He wasn't being rude, but the commercials had ended and his show was back on.
"I'll be right back," Kurt said, and got up. Finn set his empty cereal bowl on the coffee table and put his feet up. He heard Kurt shut the front door behind him, and Finn jumped when he heard him cry out. He threw the blanket off of him and went outside, even though it was cold and wet and he didn't have shoes on.
"Finn?" Kurt said, sounding panicked. He was sprawled out at the bottom of the porch on his side. He didn't even make it to his car. Finn hurried to help him.
"What happened?" he asked. "A-are you hurt?" Finn had no clue how to drive in the snow. If Kurt needed help he couldn't get him to a doctor.
"My ankle," he said, and took Finn's hand. Finn helped him sit up, and he knew he had to get inside before his feet turned numb. He managed to get up and help Kurt to his feet. He had snow all over him, so Finn brushed it off and helped him hop up onto the porch.
"Ow," Kurt peeped, digging his fingers into Finn's bicep. He was so cold he couldn't feel it.
"It's okay," Finn said quickly. "Come on, can you walk inside?" Kurt tried to take a step on his bad foot, but he fell over before he could go anywhere. Finn kept him upright and helped him the rest of the way in. "Guess not. Come on, it's okay." Kurt was shivering, so Finn got him inside and over to the couch.
"I'm cold," Kurt said quietly, his teeth chattering. Finn pulled off his hoodie, but the t-shirt he had on underneath was wet, too.
"Take your shirt off," Finn told him. He sat on the coffee table and worked on getting his shoes off. It was his left leg that was bothering him, so Finn pulled off his shoe carefully. Guys on the football team got twisted ankles all the time. Kurt started to cry, which stressed Finn out. He'd seen Kurt cry a million times, but never when he was hurt.
He worked quickly to pull his shoe off, and then his sock.
"Finn, stop," Kurt pleaded. "It hurts." Finn set his foot down on the ground and compared it with his other one. He didn't know much about first aid, but he knew it had to be badly sprained if it was already swelling.
"Lay back," Finn told him. "I'll go get you some dry clothes. Don't try to walk or anything." Finn got up and went up the stairs to Kurt's room. He grabbed a clean t-shirt and pair of pajama pants from his dresser, and then went back down to him.
Finn wasn't really worried about him. If his ankle was broken he would be in a lot more pain, so it had to be just a sprain. Their parents would be home the next day, so Finn was confident he could be in charge until they got back.
"Here, change your clothes," he said, tossing him the shirt and pants. "I'll get some ice for your ankle. That helps the swelling." Finn went into the kitchen and got an ice pack from the freezer. It wasn't very big, but it was good enough. He went to help Kurt prop his foot up, but he winced at even the slightest movements.
"You're just hurting it more," Kurt said, clenching his teeth in pain. "Finn, stop!"
Finn adjusted his foot and put the ice on it. Kurt relaxed, and Finn threw the blanket over him.
"There," he said, stepping back and leaving him alone. He hadn't done much, but Kurt seemed a little more relaxed. "Are you okay now?"
"I'll be fine," Kurt said. "I'm just cold. And I guess I can't make breakfast now." Finn wasn't sure how to help him with that one.
"Uh, I could make toast, or something?" he offered, and scratched his head. He was at a loss.
"No," Kurt said quickly, his eyes widening. "Don't try anything. I can't do anything if you set the kitchen on fire. I'm fine, for now. I'm not hungry anymore."
Finn shrugged and stood up. He handed Kurt the remote and got him a drink. He still needed his phone charger, so Finn got dressed and went out to get it for him. Kurt's ankle still seemed to be hurting him, so Finn gave him Tylenol to take, and he offered to call Blaine to come over, but Kurt said he had stayed in Westerville for the weekend.
So it was just Finn and Kurt for the whole weekend. Finn had to help him get up and stumble to the bathroom, but that was the only times he got up. Going up the stairs didn't seem to be an option, so Kurt slept on the couch. Finn felt bad about it, but there wasn't anything either of them could do.
In the morning Kurt's ankle wasn't any better. He was uncomfortable and in pain, even when Finn gave him Tylenol. Finn had to clean up the house since their parents would be home in just a few hours, so with doing that and taking care of Kurt, he was exhausted.
The snow had melted a little bit and the roads were getting cleared, so their parents got home on time, thankfully.
"What happened to you, kiddo?" Kurt's dad asked him, and looked at his ankle.
"He slipped when he went outside," Finn cut in. "It's not broken, though." Finn's mom handed her bag to him and went to take a look at it.
"How badly does it hurt, honey?" she asked.
"It's okay," Kurt assured her, but he didn't sound so certain. "I can move it a little. It just hurt hurts to walk. I'll be fine."
"It just looks sprained, so that's good," she told him. "You can have some Tylenol, and tomorrow we'll get it taken care of and see if we need to go to the doctor. Does that sound good?"
Kurt nodded, and Finn watched as his mom fussed over him, trying to make sure he was comfortable and not in any pain. Finn took her bag back to the bedroom, following behind Kurt's dad.
"How was your trip?" he asked him, and set the bag on the bed.
"It was good," Kurt's dad said, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks for looking out for your brother this weekend. You did a good job." After he said that he left the room, but Finn smiled to himself. He supposed he'd done all right, but hearing someone say it made him feel even better.
Author's Notes:
Yay Furt! Furt is seriously my favorite thing to write, after Klaine of course. I hope you liked this! I've gotten some really great reviews lately and that really encourages me to write, so thank you for doing that!