Disclaimer: Do I have to put one of these at the beginning of every chapter? oh well... standard disclaimers apply
A/N: Not gonna lie, I wasn't planning on updating so soon, even considered leaving this as a one-shot.. but the response was amazing! Thank you all so very much for reviewing!-I'm glad you enjoyed Chapter One... I really hope you enjoy Chapter Two! Before we jump into it, I thought I'd address a few reviews: The dream Finn had in the beginning of Chapter One will come back into play, but not until much much later in this fic, please be patient, I have it planned so great! (I hope!) Also, I'm so glad people are grateful for the type of relationship Finn and Kurt had in Chapter One, as I stated, I'm taking it slow, I do intend for this to be a Finn/Kurt fic with romance and such... but they have to start somewhere, and I don't want to rush them into something huge without it meaning something (I'm a softie, I know...) On a final note, one of my priorities is to have each chapter start where the other left off... I know you think "Well jeez that's kinda common sense/obvious that you would..." I have read some great fics that do not do that, and they are amazing, but my style is different... in case you haven't already guessed, I'm neurotic about certain things ^_- Ok, my rant is done, on to Chapter Two! Enjoy it guys, thanks again for all the reviews, they mean SO MUCH to me! REVIEW FOR THIS CHAPTER IF YOU WANT CHAPTER THREE UP EARLY NEXT WEEK! ^_^
Chapter Two
Kurt came out of the bathroom, steam from his hot shower filtering out and into the room. Finn, who sat in the corner hanging up his phone, looked up and his smile seemed to fade to horror, or excitement. Either way, he started to laugh and tried very hard to hold it in, but the sight before him was just too much.
Standing in a distance between the bathroom and their beds was Kurt, towels wrapped around him, one in a mock-dress type outfit around his small frame and another wrapped in a turban around his head. His face was flushed, his eyes glaring down at Finn, and steam filtering all around him... Finn thought he looked like a demonic version of an elf one would see in children's stories about Santa Claus.
"You..." Finn choked down a laugh. "You look so chic!" Kurt grabbed one of pillows from off Finn's nearby bed and chucked it at his face, only to scoff when the jock caught it and smiled back at him.
"Your a jackass," Kurt spat, sitting down at his diva-mirror, turning on the lights. "And to think I rubbed your head and let you watch a movie with me last night..."
"I made you breakfast and took care of all the raking and helped you with football," Finn smiled another smile, getting up and flopping down on his bed with his pillow hugged to his chest. "I got you beat, Hummel." Kurt sighed and began to examine himself in the mirror. "Why are you so worried about what you look like?" Finn said as he tried to tap Kurt's shoulder, but missed. "You just took a shower, you're clean enough."
"Every day what I present to the world, whether inside my house or outside, is a reflection on me," Kurt explained dryly, rubbing moisturizer on his face. "You never know if you are going to have to run out of the house for something."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me," Finn took advantage of the open opportunity. "I'm heading over to Quinn's for a bit today... I have some stuff I need to do." he added as Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, but then he nodded.
"Baby Mama Drama?"
"I'm not the father, remember?" Finn answered almost instantly to Kurt's question. Kurt could have slapped himself, he knew it was a very touchy subject for Finn to talk about, but he only nodded again.
"I don't have any plans for today, Mercedes is at work all day," Kurt said, knowing Finn would suggest he go see his best friend. "Tina and Artie aren't available, so I might just take a walk outside today." Finn felt a shock go through his body.
"Where will you go?" Finn asked, hesitantly.
"Oh, I don't know," Kurt waved a hand at him. "Wherever I'm taken to... I really want to go down the nature trails before they close for the winter. Maybe go sit by the river and just think things over."
Finn's face was pale and Kurt glanced at him, then did a double-take and almost rushed to his side, leaving his skin care on his stand.
"Finn?-Finn! In the toilet Finn!" Kurt tried to heave the quarterback to his feet, with no avail.
"I'm not going to be sick," Finn said finally, snapping back into reality. Kurt looked puzzled, examining his face and once again placing his palm on Finn's forehead.
"You don't seem to have a fever, and you're regaining a bit of your color... are you sure you're ok?" Kurt asked, worried. "I don't have to go for a walk, you can call Quinn and reschedule with her and we can stay in again."
"I'm fine Kurt," Finn said, stand and placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Really, I feel-Kurt?" Finn looked down at the smaller boy who seemed to sink in on himself, he was beginning to cry. "Kurt-oh Kurt, don't start crying, you'll mess up the stuff you have on your face..." Finn sat on his bed, so he was about even height with Kurt. He lifted the still crying Kurt's chin and brushed away as much of his tears as he could, but new one's kept forming. Finn tried to fan Kurt's face with his hands, trying to dry the moisturizer on his face so it wouldn't run, that would definitely ruin Kurt's day.
"Hey...hey, come here," Finn stood up and pulled Kurt in for a hug, standing there rubbing Kurt's back and whispering things in his ears to comfort him. "What's wrong?" Finn bent down and gazed into Kurt's eyes.
"I don't want you going out if you're sick," Kurt said, hiccuping. "I would rather you stayed home where I know you won't get into any trouble...well, at least not huge trouble." Finn chuckled and pulled Kurt in for another hug.
"You're crazy Kurt," he smiled, resting his head on top of Kurt's. "I'll be super careful driving to Quinn's and I'll come home right after I'm done...you be careful too..." Finn added hesitantly. "On your walk, I mean... just... don't go off the trail to sit by the river or anything."
"That's a very odd, random, but incredibly specific statement Finn," Kurt withdrew from the hug, wiping his eyes and looking up at Finn. "I had no intentions of going near that death trap of a river... why bring it up?"
"I don't know..." Finn tried to avoid the subject. "Just... you know... it's marked off limits for a reason is all... just didn't want you to all of a sudden think you're invincible because you tackled me earlier." It was a perfect cover-up, with a perfect Finn Hudson cover-up smile.
"That's the Finn Hudson cover-up smile," Kurt's said instantly, eyes widening. "What are you hiding Hudson?"
"Nothing!" Finn threw up his hands in his own defense. "What the hell dude, I can't ask you to be careful all of a sudden?" Kurt gazed deep into Finn's eyes, trying to figure it out for himself what Finn was hiding from him... Finn just stood there, hands still held up in defense, hoping Kurt would brush past what he was hiding.
"You're right," Kurt finally gave in and Finn sighed and rolled his eyes giving Kurt the "you think?" face, Kurt lightly punched his arm. "Don't give me the face, Hudson. I still expect you back when you are done at Quinn's."
"Fine, god dude, take a chill pill already," Finn sighed and put his shoes on. Seeing how rigid Kurt became made Finn remember what Kurt had just cried about... he couldn't help it, Kurt just worried..even if he worried too much. "Just...I'll be back after, we'll both be careful, can we move on from this?" Kurt nodded, but didn't say anything. Finn, wanting to break this awkward silence, suddenly grabbed the towel off of Kurt's head, his hair falling gently on his face. Kurt just gave Finn an impatient look before turning back to himself in the mirror and busying himself with his hair.
"Come on Kurt, just say something already...God, this is so stupid, what are we even upset about?" Kurt seemed to be thinking hard about Finn's question.
"I... I don't know..." Kurt said, honestly. "I think I'm just being whiny and impatient..."
"...because you care." Finn finished Kurt's sentence. "I know, and I appreciate it, so much...I really do." Finn went to ruffle Kurt's hair, but Kurt slapped his hand away.
"Hands off, Hudson," he said firmly. "My hair is off-limits at least two hours after showering." Kurt smiled and Finn laughed, Stupid pointless fights, Finn thought. Tying his shoes, Finn got up and looked at himself in the mirror. "Take off the vest." Kurt said, without even looking at him. "If you're not going to shower before going to see Quinn, at least give her the courtesy of not looking like a total hillbilly."
"Hey!" Finn laughed. "You gave me that vest, I thought you liked it..."
"I did and I do," Kurt was still focusing on his appearance in the mirror. "...but over a flannel shirt? No..." Kurt shook his said on the "no..." part and Finn just laughed and took off his poofy vest, preparing to drop it on his bed, when he walked over to Kurt.
"Hey..." he said. Kurt looked up at him. "I'll be back later, you want me home for dinner?" It felt weird...but also right of Finn to ask Kurt that.
"Your choice ... I suppose," Kurt almost stuttered, which was hint enough for Finn, he wasn't totally dumb. Finn leaned down and gently kissed Kurt's head and rubbed his arm.
"I'll be back for dinner then," he said, smiling and starting to walk away. "Oh yeah," he had almost forgotten. "When you go for your walk, wear the vest." he tossed his vest on Kurt's bed.
"I'll be drowning in it," Kurt said bluntly, Finn wincing at the mention of drowning, but he hid it well so Kurt wouldn't notice.
"Dude, it will keep you warm," Finn was trying to come up with any excuse to have Kurt wear his vest while he was out, he decided the truth would be the best choice. "...and it would just make me feel good knowing you were wearing it, you know, just makes me know you're safe."
"How?" Kurt asked, joking. Seeing Finn's reaction, he laughed and said. "I'm kidding, I'll wear your vest... but you know it will go down way past my waist." Finn laughed.
"You'll be fine." Finn said. "See you later Kurt." he said, heading upstairs to leave.
"Goodbye, Finn Hudson," he heard Kurt say behind him.
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Finn pulled up to Quinn's house, taking a deep breath. He and Quinn had been pretty successful at moving on with their friendship after all she had done to him. In truth, Finn just didn't like to see people sad, he didn't want to hurt Quinn, even though she had ultimately betrayed him. He had to force smiles sometimes, but he knew that if it meant he and Quinn didn't argue, it was worth it. He knocked on Quinn's front door, she answered, expecting him.
"Wow, Finn, you're such a gentleman for knocking first," She said smiling, he smiled back at her, a sincere smile. He entered her house, taking off his shoes and as she began to turn and walk for her kitchen, he gently grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "Hey, com here," he said, gently pulling her into a small hug. Quinn normally didn't show it, but she was on the verge of tears every time Finn hugged her. She had done her best to resolve the tenseness straining her relationship with him, but she knew that ultimately, it would never be enough. She pulled away.
"I've missed your hugs, we've missed them," She said, rubbing her pregnant belly, Finn trying to remember how happy it made him she was having a child, even if it was Puck's. He smiled and gave a slight laugh. Quinn knew she had to prevent any awkwardness from occurring, so she led Finn to her kitchen. On the table she had all sorts of yarns and crocheting needles spread out on a large table. "Take your pic." she said, giving Finn a smile. Finn's face lit up and he went over to the materials, examining them with such care, Quinn had to step in knowing he knew nothing about what he was about to do. "Ok, we'll start simple: Color." She said, rubbing her hands in circles on Finn's back in a friendly manner. "What color did you have in mind? You never did tell me over the phone." Finn squinted at the colors in front of him. Various colors from dark to light, fluorescents to pastels, it was a good thing he brought something to help him choose the perfect color. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the picture of Kurt he had taken earlier and began examining all the reds... he had to find the exact shade.
Quinn briefly looked over his shoulder to see the picture. "Is that...Kurt?" She asked, giggling. Finn nodded, smiling because he knew she was giggling at Kurt's ability to be adorable even in anger.
"Yeah, I took it right before I called you," Finn said, beaming as if he was a little kid who had hammered his first board with his dad. Quinn laughed and pointed to a long strain of yarn.
"I'd say that fits his color perfectly," she said, and she was right. "There's not much left, but we can blend it with another shade of red, it will absolutely fine," She said, noticing Finn's slight concern. "And Kurt will like it better than a monochromat-one-colored scarf." Quinn dumbed it down for Finn, he was focusing too hard on how he was going to magically make a scarf appear out of this yarn. "Here, let me start it for you, and you can continue it and finish it yourself, don't worry I won't say a word, you did everything." Quinn giggled at how concerned with every detail Finn seemed to be, he was never this way when they were dating. "So... you and Kurt have become close now?" She half-asked half-said, just finishing the beginning to the scarf and handing it to Finn, who stared at it blankly.
"Well our parents are dating, we're basically brothers...so yeah," Finn was trying to figure out how to hold the crocheting needles and talk at the same time, he wasn't doing a very good job. Quinn laughed and took them from Finn, beginning to do more work on the scarf, even though Finn looked like she had slapped him in the face when she took it and began to do it with such ease.
"Don't worry," She said giggling. "I won't do all of it, just watch my hands and practice with this," she handed him some scrap yarn and two needles that were easiest to handle. "Just do what I do, you'll get it, see?" Finn was sort of picking it up, at least he was doing as best he could, the whole crocheting thing was very new to him. Quinn giggled as his fingers fumbled and slipped and how his needles made either very smooth lines or very jagged and edgy cuts. Even though he was frustrated, Finn kept his eyes glued on Quinn's, trying to copy exactly how she did it. "There you go," Quinn's soft voice said, encouraging. "Good job... you know what used to help me? Not thinking about how bad I was doing when I first tried this..." Finn looked up at her. "Why don't we focus on something else," she suggested. "Tell me about living with Kurt."
Finn's face lit up again and Quinn definitely noticed it, and he seemed to sit up straighter and his crocheting, while not exponentially better, was at least improving as he told her what he and Kurt had done last night and this morning.
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Kurt got out of his car and stared at the paths before him. It was a perfect day for a walk. The sun was out, and a light breeze danced around him, he loved the weather like this. He zipped up Finn's vest that he had promised to wear, taking in the smell of Finn, as if Finn were right there walking with him. He had wanted to ask Finn why he was really going over to Quinn's earlier... not because Kurt had anything against Quinn now, he had warmed up to her softened nature...but Finn did say he wanted to spend the weekend with Kurt... just Kurt.
"What am I thinking?" Kurt said to himself, taking his first steps on the trail. "Finn can spend his time with anyone he wants, we spend enough time together anyway, so what if he wants to go hang out with Quinn?" A voice inside his head seemed to say What if he went over there to hook up with her? After all, it wouldn't be totally out of his character...he did it once, he can do it again, and again, and again... "I don't care who he hooks up with!" Kurt said, loud enough that if anyone was around, they would have heard him. "We are friends, practically brothers! I enjoy his company and-"
"Who are you talking to, Hummel?" A voice came from behind Kurt that made him freeze. He turned slowly to see that two jocks who had mainly harassed him at school, of course they would just show up here out of nowhere he thought.
"I'm not talking to anyone," Kurt said coldly. "Just trying to take a walk is all..." "Really?" the jock sneered. "It's such a nice day out, don't you think?" He waited unmoving until Kurt nodded, without putting any feeling or emotion into it. "Yeah it's the perfect day for a run, don't you think?" the bulky guy cracked his knuckles, and the jock next to him began to laugh... Kurt suddenly knew their intention. His eyes widened and he went to say something but the jock only pointed farther down the trails. "You've got a 20 second head start, Hummel." The two jocks stood between Kurt and his car, there was no way he could just drive away from them... so he ran. He ran as fast as he could, without looking back, all the while wishing Finn was here to save him.
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"Am I boring you Quinn?" Finn asked. He had been so involved with talking about how great it was that he helped Kurt with football, and how they watched a movie together, and how much his crocheting had improved that he forgot she was human, with the option to respond if he had given her a chance.
"Not at all," Quinn smiled sincerely. "I think it's great that you can help Kurt so much... you guys were made to live with each other." Finn nodded, not quite getting the full implication of Quinn's statement, but she didn't elaborate, it was nice just to see him smile. "Almost done..." Finn looked down, admiring his start on Kurt's present.
"Well, it is almost 6," Quinn looked at the clock and placed her hands on Finn's who looked up at her for the first time since he began to talk about Kurt. "Didn't you say you had to be home for dinner?" she smiled as Finn laughed.
"Yeah, yeah I did say that," Finn chuckled. "But I don't know, I mean, we're having a good time catching up... I could stay longer and we could-" Quinn shook her head and folded Finn's hands in hers. Finn looked at her with a blank expression on his face.
"You made a promise, Finn" She giggled. "I can only admire you for keeping it... and I'd feel bad if I kept you here all this time. Besides, I have to clean all this up and then lie down for a bit. I'm fine," she said, noticing Finn's face. "Just a normal part of the pregnancy: eating, the compulsive need for things to be perfectly clean, and lying down." She and Finn laughed and he stood up, taking her hands and pulling her into another hug, Quinn almost let the tears flow, but she held back. Finn gave her a light squeeze and buried his face in her hair, he missed her.
"Thank you so much for all the help," he said looking down at her smiling back up at him. "Can I come back soon to finish it?" he nodded to the unfinished scarf on Quinn's table. She laughed.
"I'll keep it under lock and key until you come back, Finn, I promise," she said and Finn couldn't help but smile.
"You're the best." he said, she smiled and nodded, trying to hold back more tears. Finn got his sneakers off, said another goodbye and headed out the door. Quinn waited for him to pull out of her driveway before she let the tears flow freely. She truly loved Finn, and seeing and hearing how he was with Kurt, she couldn't help but be happy that someone was able to make that side of Finn come out. Closing the door, she went back to her kitchen and began to clean up. She saved the scarf for last, putting it in a drawer with nothing else in it, it became Finn's special drawer. She smiled and went to lay down on her couch.
"Do you want to watch some empowering TV?" She asked her belly, knowing her baby hears her. "Me too." she said grabbing the remote and clicking the TV on. The screen suddenly blared with professional wrestling, to which Quinn began to cheer and holler at.
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Finn pulled into the driveway, turning off his truck and going up to the front door. It was locked, causing him to chuckle, Kurt had finally gotten the message about locking the doors. Finn got out his keys and unlocked the door and walked in, seeing lights on in the kitchen. He hoped Kurt got fed up with waiting and started making dinner without him, he liked to help in any way he could.
"Kurt?" he called. "Sorry I'm home a little later than I planned, Quinn and I just had a ton of catching up to do, she wants you to go baby shopping with her-Kurt?" Finn had walked in to the kitchen to see Kurt sitting at the table, a huge slab of meat on his forehead. "Um, dude?" Finn stepped closer. "I don't think that you should put meat on your face...it might clog your pores or something...Kurt?"
Kurt didn't answer, he just stepped forward, more into the light. Finn suddenly stumbled backwards as Kurt took the meat off of his face. Kurt had a huge scrape on his cheek, which was beginning to bruise but still bled a little bit, and various bruises on his arms visible where his sleeves were rolled up, and blood had dried on his nose. He also had a larger cut just above his eyebrow, which was bleeding slowly. And he was crying again. He opened his mouth to say something but Finn beat him to it.
"Who the fuck did this to you?" Finn growled, taking the meat from Kurt and placing it on the counter. "Who did it?" Finn yelled, slamming his hand on the counter, causing Kurt to flinch. Finn stood, chest heaving in anger, face flushed red with rage. Kurt suddenly melted into the chair near him, his crying had elevated to uncontrollable sobbing. Finn took a deep breath, feeling as though he had almost blamed Kurt for not answering him. He rushed to Kurt's side and lifted his chin to examine his shiner and various other marks. "Damn, who ever it was got you good... what happened?" Kurt explained the entire story through sobs and hiccups, expecting Finn to be yelling at him. Instead, Finn lifted Kurt out of the chair and placed him sitting on the counter. Unzipping the vest he had given Kurt to wear, he saw the blood, probably from Kurt's nose, dried on it.
"I'm sorry about your vest." Kurt whispered hoarsely. Finn stared at Kurt, why would he apologize for something like this? "That's why we have a washing machine and a dryer," Finn said dryly. "What was with the meat on your face?" Finn got a dishtowel and wet it, wiping the dried blood, dirt, and tears away from Kurt's face. A few times he had bean a bit rough around the bruises on Kurt's arm, causing Kurt to flinch in pain, Finn apologizing profusely.
"In the movies," Kurt said as he let Finn wipe around his ears and nose. "You would always see the hardcore male leads put meat on their faces if they got punched." Finn laughed and headed over to the freezer, opening it.
"Well, I don't know if that actually works as good as the old fashioned way," Finn put a handful of ice cubes in the dishtowel, giving it to Kurt. "Ice it, Hummel, don't take it off until I tell you to."
"Isn't this ironic?" Kurt said, confusing Finn.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, just last night you were sick and I helped you-"
"You took great care of me," Finn nodded, causing Kurt to smile.
"...and now tonight, you have to take care of me. It's all so strangely ironic I think."
Finn shrugged and began to protest as Kurt lowered the make-shift ice-pack from his face.
"Hey what did I say-?"
"My arms are falling asleep, Finn," Kurt pouted, but he put the ice back on his cheek.
"Here," Finn put his hand over the ice pack, taking his other hand and placing Kurt's hand in his. "Don't worry, I'll find those assholes and kick their-"
"No." Kurt stopped him. "Don't, Finn. Just... don't...please..."
"What do you mean?" Finn was getting a little worked up, but he thought he was justified in his feelings. "Kurt, these jerks beat you up and you expect me to just forget it happened and let them get away with it?"
"Yes," Kurt said, and Finn could not believe he was hearing this. "Finn, I just wasn't a fast enough runner..." that wasn't helping the situation, Finn's face just got redder. "Listen to me, I'm not saying I don't appreciate what you are saying, I just don't want you to go out there looking for trouble only to find yourself unprepared when you find it. You know what I mean..." Kurt said, seeing Finn give him the "what do you mean, unprepared?" look. There was an awkward silence that followed... both boys staring in different directions.
"I knew you shouldn't have gone out for a walk..." Finn muttered, but it was loud enough for Kurt to hear, loud enough to break the silence.
"Oh what are you talking about?" Kurt slid off the counter and turned to face Finn, who was annoying Kurt with his all-knowing attitude. Finn just looked down at Kurt, knowing he had so much to say, but he couldn't say most of it, he just couldn't.
"I-I told you to be careful..." Finn said, trailing off.
"Oh because I just went out looking for a fight, Finn? Oh, wait, that's what you were about to do!" Kurt's voice rose.
"It's not that... It's just...Why do you have to get into so much trouble all the time?" Finn knew this was all coming out wrong, but he didn't know how else to say it.
"What?" Kurt was pissed. "I'm sorry if I'm different and people in this town hate people who are different! I'm sorry if that doesn't work in your perfect world, Finn! What, do you want me to apologize for being gay next? Is that too much for you to handle? Is it too much for you to come help your poor gay friend when he is beaten because he doesn't fit into the perfect little box the world has made for him? Well I won't apologize, Finn!" Kurt started to head for the door.
"Where are you going?" Finn finally got a few words in.
"Nowhere," Kurt said, putting on his shoes. "Don't worry, I won't need you to rescue me anymore."
"Hey!" Finn yelled, and Kurt turned to face him, full on and ready to fight if he had to. To his surprise, Finn just looked around as if he didn't know what to do, and that's when Kurt saw the tears forming in Finn's eyes. "I-I just wanted to make sure you were ok..." Kurt couldn't help but sigh deeply and feel his body relax. Finn may have been being a jackass, but he didn't know it. Finn began to cry. "I just didn't want anything to happen to you and then it did and I couldn't be there for you." Finn furiously brushed away his tears with his palm.
Kurt took a step closer to Finn.
"You can't always be there for me, Finn," he said gently. "You have to let me deal with my own problems once in a while. I am flattered that you want to be there for me and help me, but I'm a big boy, sometimes you just have to take a step back and let things go. You can kick the asses of anyone you want, but it won't take back what happened." Finn had tears running down his face as he looked at Kurt's bruises and cuts, he opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt turned away and made for the door again.
"Kurt," Finn said hoarsely. "Kurt!" He called his friend's name. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned around, hands on his hips. Finn walked up to him. "You know how you said I was hiding something earlier?" Kurt nodded. "Well, you were right, I was, er, I am hiding something..." Finn took a deep breath, the last ditch effort to keep Kurt with him tonight. "I-" Finn could barely get it out without a huge lump forming in his throat. "-Forget it." he finally said, sniffing. Kurt frowned and nodded, rolling his eyes.
"You're impossible, Finn Hudson," He said coldly. "Clueless and impossible."
"Maybe," Finn blinked. "But at least I care."
Not a split second later, Finn felt a giant surge of pain in his stomach as Kurt punched him, hard. Finn was hunched over, trying to catch his breath which had been forced out of him, and all he could see was Kurt running out the door, not even looking back.
Stumbling back to the kitchen, he dialed Quinn's number, she answered after a few rings.
"Help..." he gasped into the phone.
On the other line, Quinn made out the few words she needed before grabbing her car keys and rushing out the door.
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Kurt was walking the streets, alone... at least the lamplights would alert him to any dangers, if any. Cars whizzed past him, he was envious he couldn't just jump in one and go far, far away.
At least I care...
Finn's words cut through him and filled him with too many emotions he couldn't label. Why would Finn think he didn't care? Why did it matter so much to Finn? He didn't have too much time to think to himself before a car pulled up in front of him. He instantly recognized the person who got out and headed towards him.
"Don't even start with me," Quinn said fiercely, one hand supporting her back as she walked as fast as she could with her pregnant self over to Kurt. "Now you are going to get in that car and come with me."
"And if I refuse?" Kurt asked, he knew why Quinn was here, Finn had sent her. "If you refuse, I'll go to the cops and say there is a skinny gay kid with a huge bruise on his face harassing pregnant girls."
"They'll never believe you." Kurt said hotly.
"Oh really?" Quinn challenged. "It's actually easy to understand, you are jealous you can't get pregnant with a man's child, so you go around making pregnant girls feel depressed and horrified, causing an increase in birth defects leading to a possibility of lower infant mortality."
Kurt stood, mouth agape, before following Quinn to her car.
"Did you practice that or something?" He asked when they finally got in the car.
"The entire way here." Quinn replied quickly.
"My God..." Kurt blinked. "Such a brilliant performance, why Finn would ever leave you is beyond-" "I slept with his best friend and am carrying his baby, do the math." Quinn cut him off, which was fine for Kurt, he didn't want to be talking about Finn even though he brought him up first. "Kurt, you need to go home..." Quinn said, looking at him with her soft eyes.
"I'm having roomate issues," Kurt replied
"What, Finn getting upset and worrying about you is the issue? That's a pretty dumb issue." Quinn didn't waste any time letting Kurt know how she felt. "You know, I wish Finn cared this much when we were going out," She said, a tear almost escaping her, she brushed it away before it could fall.
"He did," Kurt said after a while. "He just didn't show it as prominently."
"And you don't find it amazing that he does show it when he's dealing with you?" Quinn had a point, and Kurt had a smart-ass answer for her, but Quinn put up her hand before he could retort. "Say what you want, you know that's something special you guys have."
"We're practically brothers-"
"Is that all?" Quinn's question even confused Kurt.
"What do you mean?" he asked turning to face her in the car.
"What?" She asked. "You don't think I noticed how you used to stare at him? You think I don't know what it's like to feel something so incredibly hurtful because you love him so much, but you know secretly it will never be enough?" Quinn gave Kurt a look which could only encourage one response. Kurt hugged Quinn, he held her and she held him, they both started crying profusely in Quinn's car on the side of the road, clinging to each other for comfort.
When they finally pulled away, both wiped their tears away and looked at each other with a new found appreciation.
"You know," Quinn sniffed and wiped her face with the heel of her palm. "I lost my chance with him because I made a stupid, rash decision." Kurt looked down, hoping Quinn wouldn't notice how his face fell, she did. "I would hate for you to suffer the same way I do now. Don't get me wrong, I love Puck, but a part of me still hurts and wonders what my life would have been like if I hadn't made that stupid decision." Kurt sniffled and nodded, he understood.
"Quinn," Kurt finally said. "Our parents are dating... if they get married, we will be brothers. And Finn is straight anyway, what chance did I ever have with him?"
"He lit up when he came to my house and I told him to talk about living with you," Quinn said, rubbing Kurt's arm. "The entire room lit up, I'm serious," she said seeing Kurt's "yeah right" reaction. "There is something there, Kurt, even if only brotherly. Finn is giving you, as a brother, more that he ever gave me as his girlfriend. Just, give him a chance...He acts stupid and he doesn't have a gift with words...he's a boy. More importantly, he has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Kurt," she made sure he was looking her in the eye when she said this. "His heart will break if you aren't in his life. Call that what you will, but do you really want that to happen to him?"
Kurt shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No..." he managed to say through sobs.
"Then put your seatbelt on..." Quinn instructed him, as she secured hers. "And tell me where you want to be right now."
"With Finn," Kurt cried. "Take me home... please..."
Quinn smiled and sped off towards Kurt's house.
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Finn was crying in the kitchen when he heard the front door open and close. He went to go check to see if it was who he really thought it was, but Kurt made it into the kitchen before he made it over, and the two just stared at each other. Within seconds, Finn fell into Kurt's arms, who stumbled back and eventually kneeled on the ground, supporting Finn as he cried into his shoulder, then Finn looked at Kurt, who was also crying at this point. Neither had to apologize, or explain themselves, they just knew what the other was thinking. Finn pulled Kurt close to him in a tight hug, Kurt burying his face in Finn's chest, crying his heart out.
"Jesus Christ Finn," Kurt hiccuped. "Look what you do to me..."
A/N: There you go guys! Chapter Two! what did you think? I was pretty happy with it.. we used Quinn, who is still pregnant ( there is a reason for that I swear!) and best of all, she's not a bitch! wooot!
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~BlueRain26