Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Twelve (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 12/?
Word Count: 3372
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Twelve
“So, here’s what I found out,” Blaine’s over at their place, pacing through the room while Kurt sits on the couch and waits for the news. “Besides being horribly privileged and basically getting a free pass through high school, I think there’s a reason he’s so interested in you,” he stops and looks at Kurt pointedly, who leans forward on the couch.
“Well? Don’t leave me in suspense, here!”
“Right. Sorry. Anyway, rumour has it that a relative of his…great-uncle or some such…was bitten while he attended Dalton and ended up being unable to find his true love and…”
“He died,” Kurt guessed. “Or turned into dust or whatever, I guess we can’t really die, can we?” he sighs. “Okay, so he’s out for revenge. But why me? I’m just as innocent as his relative!”
“There might not be a reason for it other than that you’re a vampire and that’s what he’s learned to hate,” Blaine decides. “Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that we need to keep you away from him at all costs, and I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Be careful,” Kurt stands up and moves over to him, setting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “He obviously has an idea of who I am and that you and I are close, which wouldn’t be hard for anybody to see. I don’t want you getting hurt because he’s trying to get to me.”
“I’ll be fine, Kurt,” Blaine promises. “Really. How are you and Finn coming along?”
“Well enough,” Kurt sighs. “What else can I expect?”
“What’s stopping him?” Blaine asks quietly. “Anyone can tell he adores you, so what’s holding him back? That you’re a guy?”
“Yeah,” Kurt nods. “It’s like…he loves who I am, but until he accepts that, he can never truly be in love with me. And I have no idea how to get him to get over that idea.”
“There’s probably not much you can do,” Blaine admits, reaching to put his hands over Kurt’s and giving him an encouraging smile. “He has to figure it out for himself.”
“I keep telling him that this doesn’t have to be forever,” Kurt admits. “I mean, people fall out of love all the time, so even if he’s in love with me for a minute that’s all it’s going to take. It doesn’t seem to help, though.”
“Kurt, of course that’s not going to help,” Blaine laughs softly and pulls Kurt to him in a hug. “You’re head over heels for him and he knows that, remember? How do you think he feels knowing that he might only be leading you on?”
“You have a point,” Kurt concedes, sounding a little abashed.
“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed about. I know you’re not trying to get your hopes up, but you’re a romantic at heart, Kurt. When you fall in love you fall hard and I know by now that it’s not about the sex for you. Well, not all about the sex,” he amends wryly and Kurt has to laugh at that one.
“We were in the moment. And Finn gets off so easily that it’s almost impossible that we wouldn’t run into that issue,” he says.
“Regardless, from what you’ve told me about him, he’s much the same way. I don’t think he’d fall in love with just anybody, especially not when he’s been let down as much as he has,” Blaine pulls back enough to look in Kurt’s eyes. “So no, I don’t think he’ll let himself fall in love unless he can do it honestly.”
“The one time I wish he was more like Puck,” Kurt sighs dramatically and Blaine smiles at that.
“You’ll be fine,” he promises. “Now, I have to get back, but you really need to stick close to people at Dalton at all times, okay?”
“Oh, joy,” Kurt mutters and Blaine pulls him into a hug again before walking out of the house.
000
“Too much?”
“Mm, depends. What are we going for?”
“My mom just said she’s taking me out for dinner. She’s trying to make up for ignoring me all of last year by spending money on me, which I guess is a good step, but I wish she’d realize that I just need her to be there more than anything else,” Quinn shrugs before holding out a necklace. “What do you think?”
“You’re flawless, darling, but that’s hardly new,” Kurt waits for her to move her hair out of the way before clasping the necklace and stepping back.
“Thank you,” Quinn gives her reflection a smile and laughs. “You realize how odd it is to have you there when I can’t see you?”
“I’ve noticed,” Kurt studies the dress again, knowing that it’s rather elegant but at the same time knowing Quinn could wear a paper bag and look like she’d belong on a red carpet somewhere. “And, for the record, I definitely approve.”
“Good,” she turns around again and examines herself in the mirror before nodding. “But aren’t you looking for anything? It’s not like you to go out shopping and buy nothing,” she has to note.
“I know, but since I can’t exactly see how things would look, it really doesn’t pay. I think I’m having buyer’s withdrawal, though; it’s been a month,” Kurt admits with a rueful laugh.
“Go pick out something. I’ll tell you if it looks good,” she promises. “You trust me, right?”
“Of course,” Kurt basically runs out into the store and starts grabbing things that look promising,
He ends up just buying a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans, but since it has been a long time since he’s gotten to go shopping, he’s not going to complain too much.
“So, how are things?” Quinn asks once they’ve gotten coffees and are sitting in the food court.
“I assume by ‘things’ you mean ‘things with Finn,’ and while I’m flattered that everybody seems to care so much, the news is, unfortunately, the same,” he says curtly, causing Quinn to flash him a rather sympathetic smile as she reaches to pat his hand.
“You’re right. You’re probably sick of hearing about it by now, so I’ll change the subject.”
“That would be appreciated,” Kurt nods, and Quinn obligingly changes the topic to something much more mundane and eventually they decide to call up Mercedes and see if she wants to take in a movie (she does), so all in all he has quite an enjoyable evening.
And he’s had far too few of those lately, so he’s definitely soaking up every minute of it.
000
He stays up a little later after the movie, doing homework, and Finn tromps down the stairs rather ungracefully before flopping on Kurt’s bed and stealing his book.
“As fascinating as the French Revolution is, I highly doubt you’ll find it nearly as enthralling. Book,” Kurt holds out his hand and Finn slams the book shut and decides to hold it out of his reach. “How old are we?”
“C’mon, dude, you’ve been gone all night,” Finn protests.
“Precisely. Which is why I need to complete my homework. Book,” he requests again.
“Fine,” Finn passes it back over and Kurt opens it again, continuing to take notes as Finn sidles up beside him and throws an arm over his waist. Kurt half-expects him to get bored within a minute and leave, but he stays there quietly until Kurt’s finished the worksheets and placed the book to the side before he flips Kurt over and looks down at him, a smile playing about his lips. “How was the movie?”
“Suitably romantic. You would have hated it,” Kurt decides, reaching to lock his fingers behind Finn’s neck and pull him down into a kiss.
“Hey, I can be romantic.”
“Mm, I’ve yet to see it,” Kurt’s reminded of his conversation with Blaine, and even though he believes that Finn knows about romance, the other boy’s a little awful at showing it.
“I can take you to dinner,” Finn suggests.
“Hate to tell you, sweetie, but Breadstix is not the definition of romantic,” Kurt kisses him again, a little deeper this time, and Finn returns it eagerly before flopping down beside the smaller boy again.
“So, what do you want?” Finn asks after a few moments, and Kurt turns onto his side so he can study his stepbrother more intently.
“Nothing. Nothing specific, that is. I’m fine,” he nods quickly and he can tell that Finn doesn’t buy one word of it.
“Okay,” Finn finally says. “But if there ever is anything? Just tell me.”
“I will. Thank you,” Kurt pushes himself to his feet and heads for the washroom to get ready for bed. He can hear Finn puttering around in the bedroom while he completes his nightly routine and changes into his pyjama pants, going back into the bedroom to find Finn examining his History book again. “Really, Finn, if you want to learn about French history so bad you can borrow the book.”
“Mm? No, just reading for something to do,” Finn tells him, throwing the book to the side before stripping off his shirt and crawling into bed. “You coming?”
“Did you have coffee?” Kurt asks carefully. “You’re hyper.”
“Um…yeah. We kinda went out after Glee because you’re always talkin’ about that Lima Bean place and…”
“If you’re going to be bouncing off the walls go to your own room. I’m not trying to sleep with somebody vibrating in my bed,” Kurt tells him bluntly before getting in.
“I’m fine,” Finn reaches for him and kisses him quickly. “Um…you wanna fool around?”
“Are we reduced to that already?” Kurt knows that excessive amounts of caffeine tend to do weird things to Finn, but apparently giving him courage in bed is another odd side effect. “Go to sleep, Finn. Okay?”
“But I thought…”
“What we did…that night? That was…” Kurt pauses, because thinking back it doesn’t seem nearly so glamorous, and he’s half-convinced that the vampire had something to do with the rather base and primal urges he’d felt in that moment.
“I thought you liked it,” Finn’s looking at him, brow furrowed in obvious confusion, and Kurt’s not sure what to say to appease him.
“I did, but…it’s not really who I am,” Kurt shrugs. “I’m private, Finn, you know that. And just…being so open with somebody? I mean, as utterly mortifying as it was to have my father give me the ‘sex talk,’ he made valid points. He told me that you’re never more vulnerable than you are in that moment, and it’s true. I mean, sex is kind of weird. You make weird faces and weird noises and just…”
“I get that, dude. Really,” Finn assures him. “I mean, with me and Santana? I hated it. I just went along with it to kinda get back at Rachel, you know? But if I could take it back I totally would, because I’d rather do it once and have it mean something than do it twenty times just to say that I did. And if we’re gonna make weird faces and weird noises, at least we’re doing it together, right? Just…I know it felt good and that I liked it, and I think you liked it, so…”
“Oh, Finn,” Kurt lifts his arm and traces a finger down Finn’s cheek, smiling at him in the dark room.
“Y’know, you’re trying to be comforting and stuff, but it doesn’t work with the fangs,” Finn teases gently, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Way to break the mood.”
“It was getting a little heavy,” Finn props himself up on an elbow and lays his other hand in the small of Kurt’s back, holding him steady. “But really, Kurt, it’s up to you.”
“I just…you’re right about it being somebody special. If I know you’re just going to break this off as soon as I’m human again, why would I bother? I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that my heart’s going to be broken by you. Again.”
“Hey; hey,” Finn cuts him off. “Where is this coming from? Who says I’m leaving you?”
“Because you’re not gay, Finn,” Kurt snaps, hearing the tell-tale growl creep into his voice that tells him he’s not entirely in control of himself and he tries to reign his emotions in, taking a deep breath as he does so. “You’re not,” he repeats, much more rationally. “I’d be a fool to think I could change you because of this. You may love who I am on the inside, but you’re probably never going to get over the fact that…”
“What, this?” Finn presses his hand against Kurt’s groin and Kurt makes a little mewling sound that he swears he’s never going to make again. “Remember when you did this and I freaked out?”
“Yeah…Finn, you’re…”
“I know what I’m doing,” Finn’s not moving his hand and oh, this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. “I know you’re a boy, Kurt. And yeah, I might not be totally down with that yet, but it’s not like I’m afraid of it anymore. You believe me?”
“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you weren’t touching me there,” Kurt squeaks as Finn stammers and moves his hand away.
“Sorry. That was…sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just…warn me next time you get the urge to grope me,” Kurt knows he’s probably beet red but he would have never imagined Finn going that far.
“Okay. Um…sleep?”
“Sleep sounds wonderful,” Kurt moves closer and snuggles up to him again.
“Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Whenever you’re ready. I’d never push you into anything, you know that.”
“I do. I just never thought you’d be the more willing of us,” Kurt reaches to kiss him softly before letting his head rest on Finn’s shoulder.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Finn says quietly, his breath ruffling Kurt’s bangs, and Kurt shrugs and burrows farther into Finn’s warmth.
It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep.
000
Truthfully, Kurt didn’t especially expect ‘whenever you’re ready’ to be the next morning, but he can’t say he’s surprised. Between Finn feeling a little sex-deprived the night before and the coffee he’d had, Kurt’s not entirely freaked out to note that, when he wakes up, Finn’s rock-hard and kind of wiggling against him.
“Finn.”
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that…”
Kurt makes a mental note to tell Finn to stop looking up cheesy porn on the Internet, because that was bad. “Finn!”
“What?”
“Take it to the bathroom,” Kurt orders, and Finn’s obviously awake now because he groans.
“Sorry, dude. But will you let me?”
“Let you wh-oh,” Kurt gasps as Finn rocks into him from behind, and even through their clothes it feels far too intimate for where they are at the moment. “I don’t think…”
“Okay,” Finn stops, moving back, and Kurt’s a little amazed at how quickly the other boy listened.
“Okay? Just like that?”
“You don’t like it, so we’re stopping,” Finn starts to get out of the bed and Kurt stops him, looking over his shoulder with a sigh.
“You…you don’t have to,” Kurt decides, thinking that he’s going to go on impulse this once.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Heaven forbid you’re more comfortable with gay sex than I am and…” he stops talking as Finn wraps his arms around the smaller boy and rocks against him again. “That’s…”
“Good?” Finn’s kissing the back of his neck, one hand resting on Kurt’s stomach, and Kurt nods in agreement. “And for the record, I find this just as weird as you do, but I figure if it feels good, why fight it, right?”
“Good point,” Kurt closes his eyes and moves back against Finn’s thrusts, causing the other boy to groan rather loudly into his ear. Kurt can feel himself getting hard from the friction and the noises Finn’s making (apparently he took the whole ‘making weird noises’ thing to heart and is trying to show Kurt it doesn’t matter what you sound like) and he clamps his hands over the arm Finn’s got locked around his waist to stop from touching himself.
“Kurt…oh, God, I’m…”
He’s basically digressed to rubbing as opposed to thrusting, breath hot and damp on the skin of Kurt’s neck, and Kurt shoves his hips backward one last time before Finn moans into his ear and Kurt can feel his whole body shudder.
“Mm,” Finn huffs a contented sigh before relaxing, his arms loosely draped around Kurt as opposed to holding him tight, and Kurt looks over at the clock and realizes he has to get up if he’s going to make it to school on time. “You need to…”
“No, I have to get up,” Kurt tries to pull away but Finn grabs him more firmly and hauls him back again.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“At least let me…”
“Finn, sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but what we just did you could have done with a girl and it would have felt the…”
“I’m going to grope you.”
“What?” Kurt blinks, a little shocked at the topic change.
“You told me to warn you. I’m warning you,” Finn slides his hand down and fondles Kurt through his pants as Kurt tries to keep from making noise. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt breathes out shakily, realizing that this is okay. IT feels good, actually, and he thrusts forward against Finn’s hand.
“Hey, sit up. Here,” Finn pushes himself up and pulls Kurt into his lap, chest to Kurt’s back, and goes back to stroking him through his thin pants.
“God,” Kurt moans softly, dropping his head back to rest on Finn’s shoulder and arching his back, and Finn turns his head and kisses his throat, sucking at the pale skin as Kurt tries to press his lower body closer. Why was he so afraid of this, again? “Finn…Finn, oh God, please…”
“Please what?” Finn stops attacking his neck long enough to ask, and Kurt just shakes his head and whines as Finn keeps moving his hand, rubbing him through the fabric.
“Please, I…”
“I’m so not ready for this,” Finn whispers against his skin and Kurt can feel him tense and then relax before he slips his hand under the waistband of Kurt’s pants, and he barely gets his hand wrapped around Kurt before the shorter teen is coming harder than he’s probably ever come before, Finn pulling his hand out quickly and Kurt can’t blame him for that.
Kurt slumps against Finn, feeling the other’s chest warm and sweat-sticky against his back, and he wants nothing more than to just cuddle with Finn for a long time but he has to get moving. “Have to go,” he sighs mournfully and goes to leave the bed again when Finn hauls him back and kisses him, Kurt’s arms wrapping around Finn’s neck instinctively as he opens his mouth.
A door slamming upstairs breaks them apart and Kurt scrambles away, getting to his feet and looking sheepishly at Finn while Finn flops back on the bed and gives him a lazy smile. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt nods, because it was, and the next time he starts freaking out about how weird sex is when you get down to it he just needs to remember how he felt in that moment and he thinks he’ll be okay (And yes, a rather large part of his brain is informing him rather ecstatically that Finn Hudson just touched his cock, but he’s ignoring that for that moment). “But I really do have to go.”
“I know. I’ll see you after school,” Finn gets off the bed to wrap him in a hug and kiss him again.
“Love you,” Kurt says it almost instinctively by now, and he feels Finn press his nose into Kurt’s hair.
“I know, man. And I really wish I could say it back, but…you’re awesome.”
“That’ll have to do for now,” Kurt reluctantly pulls away and heads into the washroom, still resisting the urge to do some sort of horribly embarrassing victory dance.
He’s really, really glad that Finn decided to take the initiative, and for once he actually feels a little bit of hope that everything might work out.
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Notes:
1. I think I tried to do something different in this chapter, because with all of my other stories Kurt’s been the one that’s more okay with sex in general, but since canon has kind of shot down that theory I tried to have Finn being the one to try and start something although I’m not sure if it worked like I wanted it to *shrugs*
2. In other notes, why is Glee on hiatus until April 12?! Actually, since they’re just filming it now, I get why this is because as an editor if they told me I’d have to get an hour-long show cut in a week I’d probably throw something at them xP. Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy this week’s episode and spend the hiatus writing :)
3. That’s it. Thanks again for all the lovely responses on this fic; they mean the world to me :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 12/?
Word Count: 3372
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Twelve
“So, here’s what I found out,” Blaine’s over at their place, pacing through the room while Kurt sits on the couch and waits for the news. “Besides being horribly privileged and basically getting a free pass through high school, I think there’s a reason he’s so interested in you,” he stops and looks at Kurt pointedly, who leans forward on the couch.
“Well? Don’t leave me in suspense, here!”
“Right. Sorry. Anyway, rumour has it that a relative of his…great-uncle or some such…was bitten while he attended Dalton and ended up being unable to find his true love and…”
“He died,” Kurt guessed. “Or turned into dust or whatever, I guess we can’t really die, can we?” he sighs. “Okay, so he’s out for revenge. But why me? I’m just as innocent as his relative!”
“There might not be a reason for it other than that you’re a vampire and that’s what he’s learned to hate,” Blaine decides. “Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that we need to keep you away from him at all costs, and I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Be careful,” Kurt stands up and moves over to him, setting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “He obviously has an idea of who I am and that you and I are close, which wouldn’t be hard for anybody to see. I don’t want you getting hurt because he’s trying to get to me.”
“I’ll be fine, Kurt,” Blaine promises. “Really. How are you and Finn coming along?”
“Well enough,” Kurt sighs. “What else can I expect?”
“What’s stopping him?” Blaine asks quietly. “Anyone can tell he adores you, so what’s holding him back? That you’re a guy?”
“Yeah,” Kurt nods. “It’s like…he loves who I am, but until he accepts that, he can never truly be in love with me. And I have no idea how to get him to get over that idea.”
“There’s probably not much you can do,” Blaine admits, reaching to put his hands over Kurt’s and giving him an encouraging smile. “He has to figure it out for himself.”
“I keep telling him that this doesn’t have to be forever,” Kurt admits. “I mean, people fall out of love all the time, so even if he’s in love with me for a minute that’s all it’s going to take. It doesn’t seem to help, though.”
“Kurt, of course that’s not going to help,” Blaine laughs softly and pulls Kurt to him in a hug. “You’re head over heels for him and he knows that, remember? How do you think he feels knowing that he might only be leading you on?”
“You have a point,” Kurt concedes, sounding a little abashed.
“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed about. I know you’re not trying to get your hopes up, but you’re a romantic at heart, Kurt. When you fall in love you fall hard and I know by now that it’s not about the sex for you. Well, not all about the sex,” he amends wryly and Kurt has to laugh at that one.
“We were in the moment. And Finn gets off so easily that it’s almost impossible that we wouldn’t run into that issue,” he says.
“Regardless, from what you’ve told me about him, he’s much the same way. I don’t think he’d fall in love with just anybody, especially not when he’s been let down as much as he has,” Blaine pulls back enough to look in Kurt’s eyes. “So no, I don’t think he’ll let himself fall in love unless he can do it honestly.”
“The one time I wish he was more like Puck,” Kurt sighs dramatically and Blaine smiles at that.
“You’ll be fine,” he promises. “Now, I have to get back, but you really need to stick close to people at Dalton at all times, okay?”
“Oh, joy,” Kurt mutters and Blaine pulls him into a hug again before walking out of the house.
000
“Too much?”
“Mm, depends. What are we going for?”
“My mom just said she’s taking me out for dinner. She’s trying to make up for ignoring me all of last year by spending money on me, which I guess is a good step, but I wish she’d realize that I just need her to be there more than anything else,” Quinn shrugs before holding out a necklace. “What do you think?”
“You’re flawless, darling, but that’s hardly new,” Kurt waits for her to move her hair out of the way before clasping the necklace and stepping back.
“Thank you,” Quinn gives her reflection a smile and laughs. “You realize how odd it is to have you there when I can’t see you?”
“I’ve noticed,” Kurt studies the dress again, knowing that it’s rather elegant but at the same time knowing Quinn could wear a paper bag and look like she’d belong on a red carpet somewhere. “And, for the record, I definitely approve.”
“Good,” she turns around again and examines herself in the mirror before nodding. “But aren’t you looking for anything? It’s not like you to go out shopping and buy nothing,” she has to note.
“I know, but since I can’t exactly see how things would look, it really doesn’t pay. I think I’m having buyer’s withdrawal, though; it’s been a month,” Kurt admits with a rueful laugh.
“Go pick out something. I’ll tell you if it looks good,” she promises. “You trust me, right?”
“Of course,” Kurt basically runs out into the store and starts grabbing things that look promising,
He ends up just buying a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans, but since it has been a long time since he’s gotten to go shopping, he’s not going to complain too much.
“So, how are things?” Quinn asks once they’ve gotten coffees and are sitting in the food court.
“I assume by ‘things’ you mean ‘things with Finn,’ and while I’m flattered that everybody seems to care so much, the news is, unfortunately, the same,” he says curtly, causing Quinn to flash him a rather sympathetic smile as she reaches to pat his hand.
“You’re right. You’re probably sick of hearing about it by now, so I’ll change the subject.”
“That would be appreciated,” Kurt nods, and Quinn obligingly changes the topic to something much more mundane and eventually they decide to call up Mercedes and see if she wants to take in a movie (she does), so all in all he has quite an enjoyable evening.
And he’s had far too few of those lately, so he’s definitely soaking up every minute of it.
000
He stays up a little later after the movie, doing homework, and Finn tromps down the stairs rather ungracefully before flopping on Kurt’s bed and stealing his book.
“As fascinating as the French Revolution is, I highly doubt you’ll find it nearly as enthralling. Book,” Kurt holds out his hand and Finn slams the book shut and decides to hold it out of his reach. “How old are we?”
“C’mon, dude, you’ve been gone all night,” Finn protests.
“Precisely. Which is why I need to complete my homework. Book,” he requests again.
“Fine,” Finn passes it back over and Kurt opens it again, continuing to take notes as Finn sidles up beside him and throws an arm over his waist. Kurt half-expects him to get bored within a minute and leave, but he stays there quietly until Kurt’s finished the worksheets and placed the book to the side before he flips Kurt over and looks down at him, a smile playing about his lips. “How was the movie?”
“Suitably romantic. You would have hated it,” Kurt decides, reaching to lock his fingers behind Finn’s neck and pull him down into a kiss.
“Hey, I can be romantic.”
“Mm, I’ve yet to see it,” Kurt’s reminded of his conversation with Blaine, and even though he believes that Finn knows about romance, the other boy’s a little awful at showing it.
“I can take you to dinner,” Finn suggests.
“Hate to tell you, sweetie, but Breadstix is not the definition of romantic,” Kurt kisses him again, a little deeper this time, and Finn returns it eagerly before flopping down beside the smaller boy again.
“So, what do you want?” Finn asks after a few moments, and Kurt turns onto his side so he can study his stepbrother more intently.
“Nothing. Nothing specific, that is. I’m fine,” he nods quickly and he can tell that Finn doesn’t buy one word of it.
“Okay,” Finn finally says. “But if there ever is anything? Just tell me.”
“I will. Thank you,” Kurt pushes himself to his feet and heads for the washroom to get ready for bed. He can hear Finn puttering around in the bedroom while he completes his nightly routine and changes into his pyjama pants, going back into the bedroom to find Finn examining his History book again. “Really, Finn, if you want to learn about French history so bad you can borrow the book.”
“Mm? No, just reading for something to do,” Finn tells him, throwing the book to the side before stripping off his shirt and crawling into bed. “You coming?”
“Did you have coffee?” Kurt asks carefully. “You’re hyper.”
“Um…yeah. We kinda went out after Glee because you’re always talkin’ about that Lima Bean place and…”
“If you’re going to be bouncing off the walls go to your own room. I’m not trying to sleep with somebody vibrating in my bed,” Kurt tells him bluntly before getting in.
“I’m fine,” Finn reaches for him and kisses him quickly. “Um…you wanna fool around?”
“Are we reduced to that already?” Kurt knows that excessive amounts of caffeine tend to do weird things to Finn, but apparently giving him courage in bed is another odd side effect. “Go to sleep, Finn. Okay?”
“But I thought…”
“What we did…that night? That was…” Kurt pauses, because thinking back it doesn’t seem nearly so glamorous, and he’s half-convinced that the vampire had something to do with the rather base and primal urges he’d felt in that moment.
“I thought you liked it,” Finn’s looking at him, brow furrowed in obvious confusion, and Kurt’s not sure what to say to appease him.
“I did, but…it’s not really who I am,” Kurt shrugs. “I’m private, Finn, you know that. And just…being so open with somebody? I mean, as utterly mortifying as it was to have my father give me the ‘sex talk,’ he made valid points. He told me that you’re never more vulnerable than you are in that moment, and it’s true. I mean, sex is kind of weird. You make weird faces and weird noises and just…”
“I get that, dude. Really,” Finn assures him. “I mean, with me and Santana? I hated it. I just went along with it to kinda get back at Rachel, you know? But if I could take it back I totally would, because I’d rather do it once and have it mean something than do it twenty times just to say that I did. And if we’re gonna make weird faces and weird noises, at least we’re doing it together, right? Just…I know it felt good and that I liked it, and I think you liked it, so…”
“Oh, Finn,” Kurt lifts his arm and traces a finger down Finn’s cheek, smiling at him in the dark room.
“Y’know, you’re trying to be comforting and stuff, but it doesn’t work with the fangs,” Finn teases gently, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Way to break the mood.”
“It was getting a little heavy,” Finn props himself up on an elbow and lays his other hand in the small of Kurt’s back, holding him steady. “But really, Kurt, it’s up to you.”
“I just…you’re right about it being somebody special. If I know you’re just going to break this off as soon as I’m human again, why would I bother? I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that my heart’s going to be broken by you. Again.”
“Hey; hey,” Finn cuts him off. “Where is this coming from? Who says I’m leaving you?”
“Because you’re not gay, Finn,” Kurt snaps, hearing the tell-tale growl creep into his voice that tells him he’s not entirely in control of himself and he tries to reign his emotions in, taking a deep breath as he does so. “You’re not,” he repeats, much more rationally. “I’d be a fool to think I could change you because of this. You may love who I am on the inside, but you’re probably never going to get over the fact that…”
“What, this?” Finn presses his hand against Kurt’s groin and Kurt makes a little mewling sound that he swears he’s never going to make again. “Remember when you did this and I freaked out?”
“Yeah…Finn, you’re…”
“I know what I’m doing,” Finn’s not moving his hand and oh, this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. “I know you’re a boy, Kurt. And yeah, I might not be totally down with that yet, but it’s not like I’m afraid of it anymore. You believe me?”
“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you weren’t touching me there,” Kurt squeaks as Finn stammers and moves his hand away.
“Sorry. That was…sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just…warn me next time you get the urge to grope me,” Kurt knows he’s probably beet red but he would have never imagined Finn going that far.
“Okay. Um…sleep?”
“Sleep sounds wonderful,” Kurt moves closer and snuggles up to him again.
“Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Whenever you’re ready. I’d never push you into anything, you know that.”
“I do. I just never thought you’d be the more willing of us,” Kurt reaches to kiss him softly before letting his head rest on Finn’s shoulder.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Finn says quietly, his breath ruffling Kurt’s bangs, and Kurt shrugs and burrows farther into Finn’s warmth.
It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep.
000
Truthfully, Kurt didn’t especially expect ‘whenever you’re ready’ to be the next morning, but he can’t say he’s surprised. Between Finn feeling a little sex-deprived the night before and the coffee he’d had, Kurt’s not entirely freaked out to note that, when he wakes up, Finn’s rock-hard and kind of wiggling against him.
“Finn.”
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that…”
Kurt makes a mental note to tell Finn to stop looking up cheesy porn on the Internet, because that was bad. “Finn!”
“What?”
“Take it to the bathroom,” Kurt orders, and Finn’s obviously awake now because he groans.
“Sorry, dude. But will you let me?”
“Let you wh-oh,” Kurt gasps as Finn rocks into him from behind, and even through their clothes it feels far too intimate for where they are at the moment. “I don’t think…”
“Okay,” Finn stops, moving back, and Kurt’s a little amazed at how quickly the other boy listened.
“Okay? Just like that?”
“You don’t like it, so we’re stopping,” Finn starts to get out of the bed and Kurt stops him, looking over his shoulder with a sigh.
“You…you don’t have to,” Kurt decides, thinking that he’s going to go on impulse this once.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Heaven forbid you’re more comfortable with gay sex than I am and…” he stops talking as Finn wraps his arms around the smaller boy and rocks against him again. “That’s…”
“Good?” Finn’s kissing the back of his neck, one hand resting on Kurt’s stomach, and Kurt nods in agreement. “And for the record, I find this just as weird as you do, but I figure if it feels good, why fight it, right?”
“Good point,” Kurt closes his eyes and moves back against Finn’s thrusts, causing the other boy to groan rather loudly into his ear. Kurt can feel himself getting hard from the friction and the noises Finn’s making (apparently he took the whole ‘making weird noises’ thing to heart and is trying to show Kurt it doesn’t matter what you sound like) and he clamps his hands over the arm Finn’s got locked around his waist to stop from touching himself.
“Kurt…oh, God, I’m…”
He’s basically digressed to rubbing as opposed to thrusting, breath hot and damp on the skin of Kurt’s neck, and Kurt shoves his hips backward one last time before Finn moans into his ear and Kurt can feel his whole body shudder.
“Mm,” Finn huffs a contented sigh before relaxing, his arms loosely draped around Kurt as opposed to holding him tight, and Kurt looks over at the clock and realizes he has to get up if he’s going to make it to school on time. “You need to…”
“No, I have to get up,” Kurt tries to pull away but Finn grabs him more firmly and hauls him back again.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“At least let me…”
“Finn, sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but what we just did you could have done with a girl and it would have felt the…”
“I’m going to grope you.”
“What?” Kurt blinks, a little shocked at the topic change.
“You told me to warn you. I’m warning you,” Finn slides his hand down and fondles Kurt through his pants as Kurt tries to keep from making noise. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt breathes out shakily, realizing that this is okay. IT feels good, actually, and he thrusts forward against Finn’s hand.
“Hey, sit up. Here,” Finn pushes himself up and pulls Kurt into his lap, chest to Kurt’s back, and goes back to stroking him through his thin pants.
“God,” Kurt moans softly, dropping his head back to rest on Finn’s shoulder and arching his back, and Finn turns his head and kisses his throat, sucking at the pale skin as Kurt tries to press his lower body closer. Why was he so afraid of this, again? “Finn…Finn, oh God, please…”
“Please what?” Finn stops attacking his neck long enough to ask, and Kurt just shakes his head and whines as Finn keeps moving his hand, rubbing him through the fabric.
“Please, I…”
“I’m so not ready for this,” Finn whispers against his skin and Kurt can feel him tense and then relax before he slips his hand under the waistband of Kurt’s pants, and he barely gets his hand wrapped around Kurt before the shorter teen is coming harder than he’s probably ever come before, Finn pulling his hand out quickly and Kurt can’t blame him for that.
Kurt slumps against Finn, feeling the other’s chest warm and sweat-sticky against his back, and he wants nothing more than to just cuddle with Finn for a long time but he has to get moving. “Have to go,” he sighs mournfully and goes to leave the bed again when Finn hauls him back and kisses him, Kurt’s arms wrapping around Finn’s neck instinctively as he opens his mouth.
A door slamming upstairs breaks them apart and Kurt scrambles away, getting to his feet and looking sheepishly at Finn while Finn flops back on the bed and gives him a lazy smile. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah,” Kurt nods, because it was, and the next time he starts freaking out about how weird sex is when you get down to it he just needs to remember how he felt in that moment and he thinks he’ll be okay (And yes, a rather large part of his brain is informing him rather ecstatically that Finn Hudson just touched his cock, but he’s ignoring that for that moment). “But I really do have to go.”
“I know. I’ll see you after school,” Finn gets off the bed to wrap him in a hug and kiss him again.
“Love you,” Kurt says it almost instinctively by now, and he feels Finn press his nose into Kurt’s hair.
“I know, man. And I really wish I could say it back, but…you’re awesome.”
“That’ll have to do for now,” Kurt reluctantly pulls away and heads into the washroom, still resisting the urge to do some sort of horribly embarrassing victory dance.
He’s really, really glad that Finn decided to take the initiative, and for once he actually feels a little bit of hope that everything might work out.
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Notes:
1. I think I tried to do something different in this chapter, because with all of my other stories Kurt’s been the one that’s more okay with sex in general, but since canon has kind of shot down that theory I tried to have Finn being the one to try and start something although I’m not sure if it worked like I wanted it to *shrugs*
2. In other notes, why is Glee on hiatus until April 12?! Actually, since they’re just filming it now, I get why this is because as an editor if they told me I’d have to get an hour-long show cut in a week I’d probably throw something at them xP. Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy this week’s episode and spend the hiatus writing :)
3. That’s it. Thanks again for all the lovely responses on this fic; they mean the world to me :D