Ok, well... Wow. I have no idea how to start or end this little Authors comment thing, but I guess I could start by saying this was definitely meant to stay a oneshot.
Though someone actually asked me to add another chapter. To say I felt flattered would be an understatement.
They preffered to stay anonymous, sadly, but they left somewhat of a prompt for me to go by.

Well, i do have another chapter intended, but I dunno, would it be alright just like this?
Please tell me your opinion if you can spare the time.

Kurt's POV this time.

"Come on, Kurt!" Finns groaned to the boy behind him.
"Calm down Finn. Honestly you're such a child…" Kurt's sentence trailed into a sigh as he followed Finn down the steps of his basement.
Yeah, Finn's basement, the basement of his old house.
Well, Kurt doubted Finn would describe it as his old house; considering he obviously has enough of an attachment to it to beg –Yes, beg, no exaggeration– his mother not to sell it. Though, Mrs. Hudson's a strong woman, she doesn't cave easily. They met half way.
She wouldn't sell the house until they were sure of what to do with everything inside it.
And Finn nodded like a poor child with terrets, saying that they wouldn't even let those real estate douche bags– his words, not Kurt's– look at their house without putting a flamethrower to them until they got everything, his fathers chair in particular, to a safe place.
And that safe place was their bedroom back at Kurt's house, apparently.
The only place Finn could "keep an eye on it" all the time.
Though some might think it over the top, Kurt could only find Finn's protectiveness of the chair endearing, much to his annoyance.
He wanted to get over Finn, he really did. Well, maybe he didn't want to, maybe he just needed to for his own damn sanity.

Unfortunately, that hadn't seemed to be working out for him.

"Uh… Kurt, dude? You ok there? Dude… A..Are you going to have a blood nose or something? I can get tissues-" Finn asked, slightly hysterical, Kurt might add, watching as Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
"Oh." He straightened his posture and neatened his bangs.
"No, no, Finn. I'm fine." He tried to send a reassuring smile to Finn, and the jock sent an awkward one back.
"Good, cause… you know, wouldn't want you bleeding on the carpet." He grinned, surprisingly shrewdly, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Oh no, what a nightmare!" He punched the jock half-heartedly in the arm, Finn flinched, but Kurt was certain it hurt his hand more than it did Finn's arm.
"So," Kurt huffed, looking around the room.
"There's something you wanted to show me, I take it?"

Finn grinned and nodded vigorously; he darted around out of Kurt's sight and dragged a heavy chest across the floor, trying to place it as gently as he could, like the heavy chest was made of glass, in the middle of the floor.
"Here." Finn stood up, his grin wider than normal.
"...A...chest?" Kurt was... surprised, if anything. But it's not like he hadn't expected something like this. It's Finn we're talking about, he defined "out there".
Along with gorgeous, generous, athletic... Oh god. He really couldn't help himself could he?
"No no!" Finn waved his arms around. "You remember, don't you Kurt? When you helped me other with that dinner at," Kurt didn't miss how Finn's eyes flickered "Q-Quinn's place, you know, you helped me choose what to wear with your... sixth sense... for clothes, or whatever..." Finn's face had fell from its usual sheepish smile to that saddening face of his, he didn't look pained per se, and if a casual onlooker would most likely suspect him to just be confused, but Kurt knew, and Kurt wanted to spare him the pain of thinking about her.

"I know what you mean Finn, I remember." Kurt smiled, and Finn sent a loose one back.
How could he forget? That was one of the rare moments he spent with Finn. Finn Hudson. Star quarterback, lady-killer—Kurt smiled, albeit bitter sweetly, to himself, supposing man-killer would also be appropriate, all things considering.
Kurt strode over to the chest, crouching down and running his finger along the fine brass rim of the chest, surprised no dust was collected.
"Yes. I definitely remember Finn. This is your father's memorabilia, correct? Yes, the one with great taste." Kurt chuckled.
"Mawm-ri-billa?" Finn scratched the back of his head.
"Memorabilia," Kurt corrected "his 'stuff'."
Kurt tried to hold back a laugh when he heard Finn's "Oooohhhh."
"Well yeah," Finn walked up next to him and Kurt stood up. "It's his stuff."
Kurt nodded.
"And why exactly are you showing me this? Let me guess..." Kurt tapped his chin, putting on his best expression of 'deep thought'. "You have a date with Rachel tonight which you are hoping to end on a note that is rather steamy, so to make a good impression on her fathers' you want to at least wear your father's suit, correct? Oh, and you want me to find a nice tie to match?" Kurt's lip tugged into one of his coy side smiles.
Finn blinked, a plain look of surprise on his face.
"Nope... Not at all. For once Kurt, you were right out the ball park." Finn laughed one of his awkward laughs.
Kurt's smile was wiped off just like that.
"Oh."

He thought of possibilities.
Maybe he told Quinn how he felt about the whole baby gate and that he forgave her and maybe he was secretly dating Quinn behind Rachel's back. Maybe he started up that thing with Santana again because he wasn't getting enough from Rachel, maybe he started something up with Brittany as well. Maybe he started something up with Santana and Brittany.
Hell, for all Kurt knew he could very well have started something up with Puck!
"Kurt? Dude, breathe!"
Kurt gasped, god, he'd hardly even realised he'd stopped.
"You alright?" Finn shook Kurt's shoulders, Kurt wanted to tell him to stop or he'd kick his ass for touching his Alexander McQueen, but he didn't trust himself with an open mouth at the moment.
Kurt held back to urge to slap his hands off and gently pushed them down instead, gathering himself and neatening his already perfectly neat fringe.
"I'm fine, Finn. Now please tell me who you're hooking up with this week so I can just get this over and done with." Oh, damn. That came with more venom than intended. It wasn't like the standard Rachel venom or something, because that was fierce, this was more the usual Neanderthal tone, one he'd hoped he'd never use around Finn.
But, Finn just laughed.
Weird. It was like Finn was immune to venom.
Kurt smiled, thinking back to a certain red shower curtain. Finn really was a super hero, wasn't he?
"I'm not hooking up with anyone Kurt. You know I'm loyal to Rachel," That hurt Kurt more than it should have, hell, it shouldn't have hurt him at all "besides, I wouldn't wanna waste your time on somethin' like that. Don't you have ... err... face... stuff, to put on soon anyway?"

"Moisturiser?" Kurt suggested.

"Yeah, that." Another awkward smile.

"Well," A laugh parted Kurt's words "I do have a regular schedule to uphold, but I'm sure I can spare some time for you of all people, Finn Hudson."
Finn looked... awkward.
Now, that wasn't an irregular thing, Kurt had seen the jock look awkward many a time before, but this was that kind of awkward.
That 'you're creeping me out' kind of awkward that he'd gotten so often from the nicer of the community.
Ugh. Was Kurt honestly flirting subconsciously now? So much for lying off the creepy.
A sudden gush of relief swept over him when Finn gave him that smile and nod, it was cautious, slow, but it was there.
"A-Anyway, I was thinking, you know, last week? How... err... you were watching videos of your Mum?"
Kurt remembered. Another one of those things he just wouldn't forget. He didn't know whether to cry at the videos or blush at how he woke up held by the person who he gave his heart to.
No he just kept on his mask and nodded.
"And... Well, I thought it was really cool you were willing to share that with me... y'know? So, I wanted to share some of my Dad's stuff with you too, as... as a.. payback? No, that's the bad one... Is there a good version of payback?"
Kurt didn't know what it felt like to be breathless really, even if he had stopped breathing moments ago, that was because he was shocked, that was different.
And he sure as hell knew what it felt like to have the wind knocked out of you, but that was different too.
This was more like Finn grabbed his brain, jumbled it all up and then shoved it back into his head so he was just a blubbering mess of repeated stammers.
"I-Oh...Fi- I-N-No..." We're probably the most intelligible of them all.
Finn just cocked his head in a way that melted all of Kurt's stammers away.
"Well... Finn, that's... that's so terribly sweet," Kurt swore he heard Finn mumble "How can being sweet be terrible...?" under his breath. "but I, I... Finn... that's... they're something so precious to you... I..."
Finn looked confused.

"The videos were precious to you..."

"Well, yes, but that's different..."

"How? Yours was about a Mum and mine was about a Dad?"

Kurt couldn't reply to that. For once Finn had a very, very valid point.

"If... If you're ok with it..." Kurt mumbled, retreating.
Finn's stupidly adorable grin was back, and somehow one was sneaking on Kurt's lips too.
After a moment of an awkward silence that had become all too familiar to the boys, Finn finally opened the old chest and –with much care, Kurt might add– placed item after item around the floor.

Then, Finn took the role of mentor and pointed to each of the items that surrounded them, one after another he told the story of how each of them were used, and they all had their quirky little tales led to one thing after the other— Kurt could imagine Finn describing it as if it were like dominos— and then Finn was just belting out fact after fact of his father, and Kurt was lapping it all up like a dog, Kurt loved seeing Finn like this, he loved seeing a new light to Finn.
Yes, Finn had many lights; he was like a miniature version of the sun, it was simply mesmerising.
There was his Rachel light, filled with an almost childish curiousity, his football light, that only appeared and could only be described as two people rambling about something they mutually adore, somewhat, Kurt noted, like how two fans of the "Twilight" nonsense would converse.
Then there was his Quinn light, Kurt remembered his Quinn light.
That was perhaps, the brightest of them all.
It's dim now— no, it's nonexistent now, but when it was there it was so, so bright.
When he saw her he lit up like a light bulb, he brought her close, twirled her, kissed her, touched her steadily growing stomach; did something to prove his love for her like he was being constantly tested.

And Kurt supposed he was, somewhat.

He was tested as the quarterback; he was tested to see if he could live up to being the Captain of the Cheerleaders boyfriend, if they really were a couple made in bad teen movie heaven.
If he could be supportive, if he could really be a good father for Drizzle—no, for Beth, sorry.

Kurt thought Drizzle sounded so much better.

His thoughts were knocked out of him when something made contact with his head, and while he was scrambling them back together, the first one to surface was that he was just punched square in the head and he needed to return the favour.
But he realised with much embarrassment that it was only Finn shoving his Dad's helmet on his head, and half of the 'pain' Kurt felt was surprise.
God he could be an idiot, but, a fabulous one, at least.
Kurt laughed; this was all too similar to the time he came here before, once again this helmet was on his head.
And this time he kept it on, despite the fact it was layered in dust, the dust told the same stories Finn did, and Kurt loved the way Finn smiled lopsidedly at him when he was wearing this hat.
It reminded Kurt of the look he gave him when he put the football helmet on him.

Funny, in hindsight, Finn really seemed to like putting things on Kurt's head.

It also reminded him of the look he gave him shortly after the helmet was on, when he told him red was his colour.
And yes, Kurt was in fact wearing a red cardigan, with a simple dress shirt and tie underneath, impossibly tight black jeans, and his best Gucci shoes.
He wore red around Finn allot lately, in fact, it had almost become an act of his subconscious; Oh, I'll be seeing Finn today, better wear red.
It was almost embarrassing to think his feelings had grown that much, but after everything, after his Mother died, after his rocky relationship with his father and suffering through day after day of abuse from certain letterman jacket-clad ogres, he was just glad to be feeling.
Now, he knew Finn wouldn't notice this little gesture of adoration, he knew he himself didn't really realise he was doing it either, but, as people say about terrible Christmas presents, it's the thought that counts.

Kurt was staring at Finn until he didn't know exactly what he was staring at anymore, his eyes had become unfocused, I mean, he knew Finn was there of course, he just didn't know why the light catching in Finn's hair was so remarkably intriguing.
Somehow he was dreaming of cowering in fear, two disgusting goblins sneering at him, then being rescued by a mysterious prince with red armour, and grinning as a long haired maiden sobbed in the distance, crushed with jealousy.
He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Uh... Kurt?"
Finn waved his hand in front of Kurt's face, and Kurt blinked, snapping back into reality, into the basement, until something else caught his attention.
"What's this?" Kurt slipped his fingers under the chain and held the metal up to the light, trying to read what was engraved on it.
"Those are..." Finn took the chain from Kurt's hand, obviously missing the way Kurt's heart tripped over itself when their hands brushed.
"...dog tags. Dad's, dog tags..."
Kurt didn't know much about the military, heck, he knew as much about it as Finn did fashion, but he knew dog tags had the names of the solider and what unit they were in, didn't they?
The light caught the tags.
"Christopher Hudson..." Kurt mumbled, the words slowly as he read them.
Finn's smile was still there, but it looked washed out.
He nodded solemnly. "Yup, that's him alright..."
Kurt's eyebrows would have pushed together if it weren't for the crease etched between them.
This time, it was Kurt's turn to push boundaries.
He pushed his side against Finn's, their bodies finally touching; he wrapped a hand of Finn's in both of his and let it rest in his lap.
Kurt would be lying if he said he didn't noticed how Finn tensed at the touch, but he'd be an even bigger liar if he said he didn't notice the small smile that followed.

They just stayed there like that, Kurt staring at Finn, Finn staring at Kurt.
If this had been an ideal moment, if this had been something cut straight from a chick flick, Kurt would've grown a pair and pressed his lips to Finn, whispering all the things that made the world beautiful into his ear, cradled him in his arms like the big baby he was and sung him to sleep.
But this wasn't some trashy romcom; it was reality.
And he knew he wasn't the only one hurting right now.
So instead of professing his deep and meaningful love for Finn and pretending it would be reciprocated, he just sung. He sung to Finn, of course, he always sung to Finn, every note and every key was to Finn; even if most of the time he wasn't there to hear them.
But now he was, so he would sing.

"Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in, because its cold outside cold outside, it's cold outside..."
Kurt sung quietly for what could possibly be the first time in his life. But he wanted to sing quietly, he didn't want anyone else to hear this but Finn.
Speaking of Finn, the dear boy looked frantic, scanning the basement.
"...Finn," Kurt stopped singing, stifling a giggle "What exactly are you looking for?"
Finn's eyes snapped back to him.
"A..A blanket! Y...you're cold, right?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows. This time he did let out a giggle.
"It's a song, Finn."
"Ohh..." Finn nodded slowly.
Kurt picked up where he left off.

"Share with me the secrets that you kept in, because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside... And your slowly shaking finger tips, show that your scared like me, so, let's pretend were alone...and I know you may be scared, and I know we're unprepared, but I don't care..." Kurt's note trailed into the darkness, and he held Finn's hand just slightly tighter in his.
"Tell me tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible?"
Kurt did a double take when he heard Finn's voice fill the room. Honestly, this wasn't Kurt's usual brand of music, but for Finn to know the lyrics too? That was just... serendipitous.
Finn was looking at him uncomfortably, but it wasn't the usual kind, it was like Finn was uncomfortable with what he was doing.
Then Kurt realised what Finn was singing was coming from the heart.
"I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure, please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable..."
"...Impossible." The word slipped from Kurt's lips, and he snickered internally at the irony.
Kurt continued. "I was born to tell you I love you, Isn't that a song already?" Finn flinched.
"I get a B in originality..." Finn sung quietly, his eyes now locked on the floor.
"And its true I can't go on without you, your smile makes me see clearer," Kurt breathed in a short breath, almost having it knocked out of him all the same.
He didn't think Finn was going to continue, he was already chewing on his lips. Was this Finn's version of signalling a queue?
"If you could only see in the mirror what I see..."
God, was this happening? He was singing with Finn Hudson. Finn Hudson.
"... And your slowly shaking finger tips, show that your scared like me, so, let's pretend were alone...and I know you may be scared, and I know we're unprepared, but I don't care..." He repeated his part.
"Tell me tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible? I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure, please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable...impossible..." As Finn did his.
This time Finn did continue.
"Slow down girl you're not going anywhere, just wait around and see—"
Kurt laughed, breaking Finn off.
"Dude!" Finn whined.
"Exactly!" Kurt choked through his giggles.
Finn cocked his head to the side.
"Huh?"
"I'm a 'dude'" — Air quotes— "I don't really think 'slow down girl' is appropriate in the context, Finn."
Finn blinked, looking remarkably like a newborn puppy, trying to figure out what the hell 'sit' means.
"Oh... Right. Y'know, it's just sometimes it's hard to tell," Kurt didn't know whether to raise an eyebrow, glare, or slap Finn, so he just sat there.
"No!" Did Finn finally picked up on how that could be interpreted? Kurt sighed.
"I mean like, your all pretty and stuff;" This time Kurt's eyebrow did raise.
"With like your face stuff and special shampoo, how you smell like vanilla and strawberry all mixed together...and when you cook you smell like Mum's pudding sometimes... And all your designer stuff, and like the kind of high voice, oh, do you know you have really long legs too? Like, not giraffe long, but kind of model long? I mean dude, if you had boobs..."
The other brow was up there now, completing Kurt's 'I can't believe my ears' look.
Finn's sentence had trailed off, but Kurt didn't need to hear anymore to be as... well, shocked as he was, simply put.

Silence. The damn thing seemed to have it out for them.

"Uhhh... was that um," Finn struggled.
"...Weird?" Kurt suggested, after he found his voice.
Finn nodded.
"Not really, as weird as the night we fell asleep together, I suppose..." He didn't find that night weird at all by the way. Comforting. Warm.
He averted his eyes from everything that was Finn, but for some reason neither of them let go of one another's hand.
Kurt felt Finns hand twitch beneath his, and he finally brought his eyes to Finn, who was promptly staring at the floor, again.

"...What's the time?" Kurt piped up.
Finn reached out across the floor and scrambled for his phone, which had somehow ended up mixed in his Dad's keepsakes.
Finally, he found it and flipped it open, both the boys squinting at the light.
"... bout... nine...ish?" Finn mumbled.
Crap. Had they really been in the basement for five hours? What were they going to tell Burt and Carole?
Then Kurt noticed something and rolled his eyes.
"Finn, you're such an imbecile at times, I swear." Kurt turned the phone around in Finn's hand.
"You had it upside down. It's six."
Finn grinned sheepishly.
"Oh."
Then he did a double take.
"Wait, six? Shit! Rachel wanted me to be at her house at five!"
Kurt ughed.
Rachel, really?
Finn ripped himself away from Kurt, and Kurt felt a significant amount of heat leave him.
"Crap, crap, crap! She's gonna kill me!" He practically ran up the stairs.
"Cya, Kurt!" He threw over his shoulder, slamming the door of the basement behind him.
"Auf wiedersehen, Finn Hudson..." A German accent once against grasped at his tongue.
Kurt was smiling, no doubt sadly, considering his emotions had something against him; always showing themselves when they'd be better locked away—but he was smiling, and that was enough, at least he knew he was feeling, right?
As he placed Finn's fathers treasures one after the other in the chest, he was humming something painfully cliché, but painfully accurate all the same.
"On my own, pretending he's beside me..." It wasn't long before Kurt went from hums to quiet singing to completely belting out the song from Les Miserables at the top of his lungs, each note reminding him terribly, painfully, in the most gut-wrenching way that... Finn isn't his.

He's Rachel's.
Finn is probably holding her right now, kissing her.

He would never be his.

And he never was.

So, if Finn was never Kurt's in the first place, that means Finn was never his to miss.
So why does he?
Why does he wish he was the one, the object of Finn's affections?
That he was the one reason for his smiles, the one receiving those awkward kisses?

And why, when he thinks of him, why is it that Kurt, of all people, lights up? Like Kurt's the sun? You see, Kurt only really has one light, and that was given to him by Finn.

So, can you tell him something? Answer a question that's been at the back of his mind, ever since Day 1 of knowing Finn Hudson?

Why, Finn Hudson, are you so damn contagious?

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Ugh, ok. This didn't turn out how I wanted it to at all. I mean, resorting to Les Miserables?
I repeat; ugh.
Though, it didn't turn out too badly at first, I do realise it's incredibly rushed nearing the end, and it turned out simply weak in my opinion.
But I suppose it's 2:43AM and i've been working on this for a week now and just wanted to get it posted.
Can you blame me?
Anyway, i hope it turned out ok, like i said above i do have another chapter planned, but should I go through with it?
Eh... I'm just hoping you guys liked it.
I have a feelings i faaaaailed.
God, im a loser already and this is only my second post
*flops*
Oh, sorry for spelling/grammar issues. Once again, 2:43. Wait, 2:59. Might as well be 3.
Gnerf.

Songs:

Vulnerable – Secondhand Serenade
On My Own – Les Miserables

EDIT: Thankyou to inuharrytwiclique for pointing out to me that Finn's fathers name was Christopher. I swear I spent at least an hour last night trying to look for it but I couldn't remember for the life of me what it was.
Thanks again C: