Hey, sorry for the lack of updates, life has (and is) completely hectic right now. I hope these fluffies will make up for my slacker ways!
Finn, as it turned out, was a cuddler. Once he got over the whole ew-gay-cooties thing and the dude-we-barely-know-each-other thing, he settled for the we're-brothers-now-so-personal-bubbles-do-not-apply thing. And while Carole and Burt thought it was the sweetest thing ever, Kurt wasn't so sure if he approved at first.
After growing up with just him and his dad, Kurt was used to alone time – and a lot of it. But he found, shortly after the wedding, that alone time was nearly impossible to enjoy when one obtained a brother.
The first time Finn tried to cuddle, Kurt nearly had a heart attack. Kurt was lying on the couch, feeling crappy and unattractive. Blaine was oblivious, school was horrible, and he got just as much recognition from the Warblers as he had in New Directions. So, out came the last-season sweat pants and Target-brand hoodie, out came the mocha-swirl ice cream (all the fat, all the preservatives, all the flavor), and out came the scary movie marathon. Thus, the moping commenced.
Twenty minutes into his self-pity-party, though, Kurt was attacked. Finn literally flopped on top of him, hogging Kurt's blanket. He stole a spoon-full of ice cream, then settled his head on Kurt's stomach, watching the TV intently.
"What are you doing?" Kurt hissed, setting the bowl on the floor.
Finn shushed him, answering only a quick, "This is my favorite part!"
Kurt took a deep breath, hoping that Finn would mistake his rapid heartbeat as fright from the movie, not fright from being cuddled by his past crush and the boy who broke his heart.
By the end of the movie, though, Kurt learned to relax, and suddenly the cuddling wasn't so bad. He could see why people liked doing it every once and a while.
But Finn didn't like doing it once and a while. He liked doing it a lot.
During family game nights, when Burt and Carole were hogging the loveseat to be all lovey-dovey as they helped each other cheat, Kurt would suddenly find his armchair over-occupied and a warm body pressed up against his. On weekends, when he would lie in the grass of the backyard and text Blaine, Finn's head would be resting on his stomach, its owner fast asleep in the sun like a puppy. Late at night, sometimes, Finn would appear in Kurt's room, and he would sip on warm milk and cuddle against Kurt's side and tell him all of his troubles and triumphs.
Finn Hudson was a cuddler.
But so was Blaine Anderson.
It was a Friday night when Blaine showed up on the Hummel's doorstep, sleeping bag in tow. He and his dad had fought again, and he knew that it would just be easier to escape for the night. Even though he and Kurt were official now, Mr. Hummel had confided in Blaine that he was welcome over anytime things got rough at home. Even now, though he was dressed in pajamas and looked a little cranky, Mr. Hummel nodded in understanding when he saw Blaine on his doorstep, and let him in wordlessly.
"Thanks, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said quietly, afraid of waking anyone in the house who might be asleep.
"Call me Burt, kid," Mr. Hummel said, locking the front door and walking towards his own room. "Sleep tight."
Blaine smiled gratefully, then bounded up the stairs, walking quietly down the hall to Kurt's room. He opened the door slowly, shocked at the sight in front of him.
Kurt was on his back, murmuring something softly, his voice low and soothing. Finn was curled against his side, smiling contently as Kurt ran his fingers through his hair. Blaine cleared his throat awkwardly, wondering if he should just go sleep in Finn's room.
"Blaine? What are you doing here?" Kurt asked sleepily. "Is something wrong?"
"Fight. With my dad." Kurt nodded in understanding, patting the bed beside him. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I feel like I'm interrupting a tender brotherly moment here."
Finn chuckled into Kurt's chest. "Dude, just come cuddle. Kurt's hands are, like, really soft and he tells me stories and sometimes sings and it's awesome."
Blaine dropped his things and kicked his shoes off before hopping onto the bed. He nestled against his boyfriend, breathing in the scent of Kurt. Kurt smiled, running his free hand through Blaine's curls.
"And then the little boys, Chris and Cory, met up with another little boy…um, Darren, and they played and played and played until it was dark and they were lost."
Finn tightened his arm around Kurt's waist, and Blaine rested his palm across Kurt's heart, fingering his shirt mindlessly.
"Then what?" Finn asked, half-asleep. Kurt hummed a little, then replied.
"Then they found a meadow, and fell asleep together. And they were warm and happy and…sleepy…" Kurt's eyes drooped, and before Blaine knew it, the boy had drifted off to sleep, his brother following right behind.
Blaine studied them for a while, as his own eyes got itchy and heavy. He loved the way that Finn, much too big to be on Kurt's bed, scrunched himself up to fit into Kurt's arms. And he loved the way that Kurt's hand stayed tangled in Finn's hair, like a father's hand would ruffle his son's. And he especially loved the way that, in a state of sleep, both boys held each other closer, rather than pushing away.
As he, himself, drifted towards sleep, Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's shoulder, loving everything there was to love about the brotherhood that was Furt.