Originally posted this on Tumblr. I know it's short, but I liked it. =)
Finn sat on the football field, staring up at the night sky. The game was long over (they lost) and everyone was at home in bed. But Finn couldn't go home; he couldn't leave this beautiful view of the stars, or face his mother's sadness anymore.
(It was October 9th, a day no one spoke or smiled on in the Hudson family —the seventeenth anniversary of that day.)
"Finnegan Christopher Hudson, you're going to catch a cold." Finn looked around to see Kurt standing behind him, frowning slightly. The smaller boy held out a steaming cup of cocoa and a scarf.
"Thanks," Finn muttered, taking both items from his stepbrother. Kurt sat down on the grass, assessing the taller boy.
"Why are you out here, Finn?" He asked, not unkindly. Finn sighed.
"It's the anniversary," he murmured, and Kurt understood immediately.
"I'm sorry." Kurt scooted a little closer, huddling for warmth. "Drink that cocoa; it'll make you feel better — at least, it'll make you feel warmer."
Finn did as he was told, and did, in fact, feel a little better and he wrapped the scarf around his neck and cuddled up to his brother.
"The stars are beautiful, tonight," Kurt mused, gazing up at the sky.
"They're always beautiful," Finn said, setting his cup down to wrap an arm around his stepbrother. "But it's only nights like these that we remember to look at them."