Hello! Sorry so long between updates. I'm too damn busy for my own good :) Hope everyone had a nice fourth of July (if you celebrate).
I of course, don't own anything. I know I can't stay 100% canon for the whole story, but I am trying to hold onto it for as long as I think it'll fit. I rearranged/mashed up some of the scenes that happened in Home because I felt it fit with my story a bit better.
"Hey Kurt?" There was a knock at my bedroom door.
I yawned loudly and rolled over. My eyes were still shut when I answered. "What's up Dad?".
A low groan next to me made my lids fly open. The sleeping form of Finn Hudson was laying next to me. Last nights events came rushing back and I realized how much my dad would freak if he found a boy, especially Finn in my bed.
My door began creaking open. "Well I was on my way out to the grocery store and I wanted to see if you had your list together yet."
I leapt out of bed and up the stairs before my dad could come down. Red face and heart racing I gave him the most angelic face I could muster. "Oh dad, I left it on the fridge. Just make sure you get actual leeks this time...scallions just don't cut the mustard."
"They're oniony green and have a long stem, how the hell am I supposed to know the difference?" He paused for a minute and gave me a once over. "I'm not a man of fashion, Kurt, but you look like a disheveled mess. Did you get in a fight with Frankenstein last night or something?"
I tried to laugh it off as his reference came dangerously close to the nick name of the boy in my bed. I couldn't, however, fight the blush, damn my porcelain skin.
"Okay well I'm going to shower and clean myself up dad, I'll see you later!" I shut the door quickly and latched it. That was close. Unfortunately something much worse came out of his mouth a second later.
"Why don't you invite Finn Hudson over for pizza tonight, his mom and I have a date over at Breadstix and Carol said he's seemed kind of lonely lately." My dad was a loud guy to begin with, but with the door shut he must have felt the need to overcompensate his tone. I think the neighbors probably heard him as well.
I turned around and leaned against the door, sliding to the floor with a big sigh. If there was a God, Finn didn't hear that. I hadn't quite gotten around to telling him about our parents. I don't know how he'd feel about dating his 'semi' step brother if you could call it that.
"Kurt?" Shit...he is awake.
"Yes dear?" Maybe if I played it off as no big deal he wouldn't care.
I could hear him getting out of bed and his sleepy form filled up the bottom of my staircase. "What the hell Kurt, how fucking long have you known our parents are dating?" He cared. "That's just wrong in so many ways. My mom isn't ready to date...she's not over my dad. He's the only guy she loves."
I stood up and started down the stairs. "Finn don't you think that's a little selfish? I mean sure I miss my mom but she's been gone for eight years. My dad is lonely, he needs someone to love who is currently alive."
"I'm not having this conversation with you. It's too early and I'm going to say something I regret." I could tell he was restraining his temper. He stormed back into my room to grab his shirt.
I really didn't know what to say, I was expecting this to blow up in another direction. I followed him and put a hand on his back. "Finn..."
"DONT TOUCH ME!" He pulled away from me and was out of my room before I could utter another word.
I hurried up after him. "At least let me give you a ride home..."
"How did our parents even meet?"
"I-" He cut me off.
"You introduced them didn't you? Fuck Kurt that's not cool!"
"But-"
"No, I have nothing to say to you. Bye." He bolted from the house in a rage and left me standing in despair.
Finn's POV
What right did he have! My mom and I are perfectly happy just the way we are. The walk home had calmed me down a bit, but I was still pretty steamed. I rounded the corner to my house and saw a moving van in the yard.
"What the hell..." As I got to the door some guy was moving my mom's bed set into the van. Was someone robbing us?
"MOM!"
"Oh hi sweetie, how was your night with Puck?" Puck? Oh...right. So many lies.
"It was fine. Mom what's going on here?" The guy with the van walked past me and asked my mom about the recliner in the living room. My dad's recliner.
"Oh. It doesn't look like much! But the parts all work." Was she really trying to sell it?
"Ooh, my wife would looove this, sciatica." His hand was resting on his chair. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Mom no!" I turned to give this 'thief' my best intimidating glare. "It's not for sale." He obviously got the message and left the house in a hurry.
I paused to collect myself.
"This is dad's chair." I grabbed a photo from the end table. "This is the only picture of the two of us. It's the only picture there will ever be of the two of us, and he's sitting in this chair."
"It's a chair honey, it's not him."
"Is this because of Mr. Hummel?"
A smile lit up her face, "I think I'm in love." That was abrupt.
"How could you be in love with someone who isn't dad? This family works, I don't want it to get screwed up!" How could she be so insensitive?
"This family manages, we get by. You just don't know any differently because you think what we have is normal."
I had no response.
"I take his urn to bed with me every night and I talk to him about my day. Sixteen years and I'm asking him for advice. And waiting to hear his laugh and for him to tell me that he loves me. He never does and he never will.
"I won't do it, I'm not moving and I'm not ready. He wouldn't want you to do this if I wasn't ready!"
"You didn't know him Finn! Sweetheart, I love you so much. We don't need anymore memories or ghosts. We need a family...a home." She kissed me and I could feel the tears running down her cheeks.
Kurt POV
The house phone rang next to me. "Hello?"
"Hi...um...Kurt?" It sounded like Carol, but I could hear tears in her voice.
"Yea, hold on let me grab my dad." I'm sure this had to do with what Finn found out this morning, and I didn't feel like doing damage control. "Hey Dad! Phone!"
Well...okay I might not want to talk to Carol about what happened but I still want to know. I snuck into the kitchen where I could hear my dad talking.
"He just needs time Carol...yea I know...well you don't need to sell the chair...If the time comes that you move in here I'm happy to make room for it...I can understand why he would want to keep it, it's the only thing left of his dad...don't beat yourself up about it honey...just let him have his space he'll come to you when he wants to talk...okay...I love you too." he hung up the phone and looked up, catching me watching his conversation.
"Is everything okay with Finn?" Did he just say I love you to Carol?
"Yea, he's upset because Carol sold some stuff today. She tried to sell an old recliner that was his dad's. I guess he kind of exploded on her. She's just not sure what to say to him." He rubbed his eyes in frustration.
"Did you um...do you love Carol?" I didn't think it would bother me to hear him say that, but my heart panged a little.
"I do. I never thought I would feel this way again, but she's an amazing woman." He must have seen the look on my face because he stepped forward and cradled me in his arms. "Kurt I know it's not easy to see me with someone else. I'll always love your mom, and I'll never forget about her. But I think that we all need each other, I think we could be a family."
That made me feel better. His hugs pretty much always have that effect.
"Thanks dad, I love you."
"I love you too kiddo."
I went downstairs, still contemplating Finn's dilemma. I wanted to do something to make him feel better. There must be a song I could sing to him.
Monday at school I felt like Finn was still giving me the cold shoulder. Obviously things hadn't worked themselves out, but I knew I had a great song for him at glee this afternoon.
When glee finally started, Mr. Schue started talking about some crazy Roller Disco something or other. I wasn't really paying attention, I had my own issues to deal with right now. Finally sick of his chatterbox-ness I stood up and asked to speak to the class.
I stood up in front of my peers and began. "What we all need right now is to explore the idea of a sense of place. And how if we find that place within, we'll get that happy ending." I gave Finn a weak smile as he looked at me quizzically.
Finn POV
It was hard to be mad at him when he gives me that adorable smile. I heard the piano notes gingerly played as Kurt locked eyes with me. I had been kind of a jerk to him this weekend. I still care for him a lot, and those steely greys felt like they were penetrating my heart. All I wanted right now was for the room to clear out so I could kiss those soft pink lips and apologize.
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there.
It felt like he was making love to me with his gaze. I looked around the room to see if anyone else noticed.
"Are you gay?" Puck mouthed to me when I met his eyes. I turned away and put my attention back to Kurt. I smiled to encourage him.
But a chair is not a house, and a house is not a home
When there's no one there, to hold you tight.
And no one there, you can kiss goodnight.
A room is still a room, even when there's nothing there but gloom
But a room is not a house.
And a house is not a home when the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart.
So darling, have a heart.
Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
Well I'm not meant to live alone, turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stairs, and turn the key.
Oh please be there. Still in love with me.
When he finished singing he turned away from me, but not before I saw the tears streaming down his cheek. I really hurt him, I can be such an asshole sometimes. I practically forced myself on him and then turned around and rejected him the next morning. I knew Kurt would be hanging out picking up the room after he sang so I left with everyone else not to look suspicious. I waited by my locker until I saw Brittany and Santana leave the room, they had their pinkies locked together and were smiling at each other. If I didn't know any better...
Now was my chance, Kurt would be in the room alone. I peeked through the window and saw him sitting at the piano stool with his back to the door. I cautiously opened the door, careful not to make any noise. I walked as lightly as my two left feet could but still managed to trip on a cord and fall on my face.
"Finn, oh my god, are you okay?" He rushed to my side as soon as he heard the commotion.
"Physically? Yea I'll be fine. I've gotten a lot worse in football." I inspected his eyes for more tears but found none. "Look Kurt...I was being kind of a dick all weekend. Especially Saturday morning. To both you and my mom. That song you just sang, it was so beautiful. And you're right, a house is only a home when there's people you care about there, people you love." I gave him a meaningful look when I said the last part.
He looked down at his knees coyly. I sat up and crossed my legs to sit in front of him. I took both of his velvety hands in mine and spoke once more.
"Kurt look at me."
He glanced up at me for a second, and the next thing I knew he was leaning forward to kiss me. He stopped at the corner of my mouth and then pulled away. Then leaned forward again and kiss the side of my neck. His face looked determined as he pulled my head down a bit and kiss my eyelid. Whatever he was doing as driving me wild. Then without warning he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled me forward into his waiting lips. It was so passionate and fiery. I could feel the heat of his mouth against my lips and it drove me wild. But it ended as quickly as it came.
"I missed you so much. I know it hasn't been that long...but Finn you mean a lot to me. I sort of thought I lost you before I really even got you"
"You don't need to worry about that."
"Why?"
"Because I'm yours."
End of the chapter! What did you think? I added a couple of my favorite 'love' moments from another movie and another TV show. 10 points to whoever can guess them!
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