here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

:-:

The summer before their senior year was glorious. The stress of junior year was over, the glee club was granted another year, even though they lost at Nationals, and Kurt was back at McKinley, along with his boyfriend, Blaine. Karofsky had graduated, and Sue Sylvester's reign over the school seemed to grant the couple a bit more safety than they could have hoped for from the slushies and dumpster-dives.

On top of that, Finn was back with Rachel, something that actually made Kurt happy, surprisingly. Though the loud girl got on his nerves much of the time, she was his friend, and the prospect of one day having her as his sister-in-law was suddenly not that dreadful. (Though the prospect of a Finn/Rachel lovechild was a bit terrifying; they were a volatile combination of personalities.)

But the best part was how close Finn and Kurt were becoming. When Rachel stormed out of the Hummel-Hudson house in tears one night, Kurt was the one to compose Finn's incredibly scripted apology, rubbing the boy's back soothingly the entire time. When Blaine was in a bad car accident, Finn was the one to hold Kurt's hand and wipe away his tears.

It felt like they had finally gotten it right; their relationship was where it was meant to be. They weren't friends, they weren't lovers – they were brothers.

A sunny August afternoon found the brothers lounging at the community park. Kurt was seated on a bench, skimming his summer reading (East of Eden) patiently. Finn's head was in his lap, and the tall boy was purring in the sunlight like an overgrown kitty-cat. Kurt absent-mindedly stroked his brother's hair, eyes glued to his book.

The sun warmed their skin nicely, threatening to redden Kurt's porcelain face. Kids ran past them, laughing and shouting. Finn smiled in his half-asleep state, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"You two are disgusting," A snide voice chirped at them, and Kurt braced himself for the worst. Not again. This couldn't be starting again. It was summer break, for Pete's sake!

"Seriously, the cuddly fuzziness coming from you two is sickening. Get a room." But it wasn't Karofsky. It was Azimio. It wasn't Strando or Rhodes or Medina or any of the meatheads from school.

It was Santana. And Tina. And Blaine. They were all smirking, and Tina was trying to sneak a picture with her phone by pretending to text.

Kurt nearly laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, is our brotherly love just too much for your weak constitutions? Should we have put up a warning sign for everyone to see? WARNING: Brothers too damn adorable for those with weak hearts and fragile stomachs."

Blaine shrugged. "I might have to have you pay my dentists bill from all the cavities you two are giving me."

Santana gave the boy a fist-bump. "Clever, Frodo. I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"You mean besides to act as your fake boyfriend when guys encroach on the space that is explicitly reserved for Brittany?" Tina asked, winking.

Surprisingly, Santana blushed, flipping back her ponytail. "Possibly."

Kurt laughed, stirring Finn from his nap. "Ku-u-urt…why are you…? Are they laughing at me?"

The brunette boy smiled fondly. "No, Finn. Go back to sleep."

"M'kay." That was all Finn needed; he was out in seconds, head lolling on Kurt's lap.

"Well, we're going to go get ice cream. Do you want us to bring some back for you two?" Tina asked. Kurt nodded, pulling some bills from Finn's pocket and handing them to Blaine.

"One small strawberry, and a triple-scoop cone, one scoop chocolate, one scoop rocky-road, and one scoop pistachio for the sleepy dimwit here." Kurt said automatically, smiling at his boyfriend. "Oh, and sprinkles. For both of us."

"And Finn hasn't come out yet because…?" Blaine teased, pocketing the money. Tina giggled, but Santana seemed to genuinely agree.

"Why are you standing around calling me gay? Go! Fetch ice cream!" Finn cried suddenly, waving his arms at the other. "I'm hungry!"

The other laughed, but obliged, and walked off, waving. Finn smiled, closing his eyes again. Kurt returned to his book, settling for rubbing Finn's stomach this time.

"Dude…this is like…the best day ever…" Finn said dreamily, opening his eyes again. "It's not that hot out, the sun is shining, there's no drama or stress, and we're getting ice cream delivered to us! Plus, I get a belly-rub from the best brother ever…who's really awesome at belly-rubs."

Kurt laughed, patting Finn on the stomach. "I love you too, Finn."

The taller boy closed his eyes, nestling into Kurt's lap. "I know."