AN: Sorry. Been busy with real life this weekend which is why I haven't posted. You'll get two drabbles tonight.
Prompt: Wash - "Don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing. 'Here lies my beloved, my autumn flower... somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross—'" - 'Firefly'
Finn stalked down the steps muttering curses about his English teacher under his breath. Seriously, why did they have to write poetry anyway. Wasn't reading it torture enough?
"Something wrong?" Burt asked, looking up from the television.
"And impossible assignment," Finn complained, looking at his stepfather. "We're supposed to write a poem that reflects us in some way."
"That should be easy," Kurt piped up from his spot next to his father. "Roses are red, Violets are blue, Football rules, so get a clue."
Finn shot him a death glare. "You're not helping," he told him. "What are you doing down here anyway?" he asked, hearing a hockey game playing on the television. His stepbrother was not a sports fan.
"I've got a week to find an athlete I admire and write an essay on him," Kurt said, making a face. "Talk about a stupid assignment."
"I'd trade you any day."
"You know, poems don't have to rhyme. There is such a thing as free verse. As for it reflecting something about you, write about how being out on a football field makes you feel."
Finn considered Kurt's advice. Perhaps he could do that. "That might just work. Thanks," Finn said hurrying back upstairs.
Alone with his son again, Burt glanced over at him.
"Did your teacher say that you needed to choose a professional athlete?" Burt asked.
"No. The assignment just says athlete. Why?" Kurt asked, looking over at his father.
"Perhaps you should stop sitting through games you don't like and think a little closer to home when picking an athlete then," Burt said, a subtle nod toward the steps Finn had just ran up.
Kurt picked up on what his father was getting at immediately and jumped excitedly to his feet. "Why didn't I think of that. You're a genius Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, following his stepbrother up the stairs.
"I try," Burt commented smugly, as he returned his attention back to the screen.