I only planned on this being a little drabble for WIGYA, but I guess it's going to turn into several other little drabbles since a few asked me to. I think it's going to be about five little drabs long. Damn you plot bunnies. -Insert Disclaimer-
The last person Finn was expecting to get a call from was Kurt.
And the last words he thought he would ever hear out of his lips were 'Remember when you offered to knock some sense into those Dalton boys?'
Well, of course he remembered.
Kurt was his little brother now. Not just his step-brother or his friend. His brother.
And he remembered promising Kurt that if any of those boys so much as looked at him in a way he didn't like, he'd be down there in a flash, giving them a piece of his mind.
Well, his fist.
"Yeah, sure, Kurt. What's wrong?"
He waited for the snooty attitude or the just kidding.
He got sniffling instead.
"Kurtie?"
He heard more sniffling and then mumbled words.
"Can you come pick me up at Westerville mall? I rode with Blaine and I could get a ride from Wes or David but I-I-"
Finn remained silent, wondering what had happened with Blaine.
"I really need my brother, Finny."
That's all it took for the Frankenteen to be out the door, car keys in hand.
No one messed with his little brother.