fic: make good choices (glee - Finn/Kurt) PG-13 - comment-fic
make good choices
Kurt/Finn. Originally posted here.
(281): I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
(713): I'm coming over.
When OU wins the MAC championship Kurt's freshman year, that's, like the least interesting thing to ever happen. Sure, Finn's excited (which is adorable) and all the Court Street bars go all out, forgetting to card and halving drink prices for everyone (and giving them away for free to the football players, and as Finn's roommate, Kurt gets to reap the benefits of that). Kurt is a vocal major, and nobody who spends any kind of time in the music building (who isn't one of the brainwashed Marching 110 mouthbreathers) has any idea what goes on with the football team.
But then the MAC championship thing. Even the scathing, unwashed hipster kids get excited (mostly because even The Union bar cuts drink prices, which means two-dollar PBR? One-dollar PBR, and everybody in the known world is down with that). Now, Ohio University is like Ohio State's classier, harder-partying older cousin or something (or so says Mercedes when she leaves drunk posts on Kurt's facebook), and it's not like OU winning it all is in anyway like OSU winning it all, not like the state of Ohio is all obsessed with the Bobcats like they are the Buckeyes, but it's still a major conference, the Mid-American Conference. It still matters. And Kurt can understand that, even without Finn trying to explain it.
There's a party at the Sig Ep house and Kurt's other roommate, Tyler, drags him along, even though the red-painted walls bother Kurt's sensibilities and it weirds him out that the windows all have bars over them. Finn's out with some of his teammates, probably getting trashed at Lucky's (Finn's somehow become friends with all Steelers fans, and Steelers fans go to Lucky's). Finn texts make good choices early in the night, which actually means don't hook up with that jerkoff Craig in my bed, which is so not on because Kurt? So done with jerkoff Craig, he wasn't even that hot. I
Okay, he was, but also he wasn't Finn, and Kurt has his priorities in the right places.
A few hours pass, because Sig Ep is generally a good time, a good bunch of dudes. If Kurt were a little less blatantly homosexual and a little more latently so and, you know, actually interested in joining a frat, he would totally pledge Sig Ep. And Craig stays away, and that girl from Kurt's Econ 103 class brought Adderall and she didn't even charge him full price, "'cause we won the MAC, baby."
The night is starting to spin pleasantly, because cheap college beer tips the world at a sharper angle than anything else, and that plus stimulants feels like being a happy little kid, running around in the cold with and ice cream sandwich in your belly. Kurt laughs with people he's never met before, a red-headed senior from Phi Delt who talks with an effected English accent and hits on Kurt like the world's about to end and he wants as much dick as he can get before that happens, and this tall skinny black girl who works in Shively dining hall and always gives Kurt extra mac and cheese without him having to ask.
He's in the middle of listening to the ginger kid's story about that time he hooked up with a girl (delicate shudders all around) when his phone vibrates. It's a text from Finn, and Kurt has half a mind to ignore it, he probably lost his keys again, dumbass, but then again, it's Finn and Kurt is still pathetically gone on him.
wher r yu? Finn wants to know. So Kurt excuses himself and finds an empty, red-painted corner off the kitchen and texts back.
Finn replies, oh cool. i'm in some kid's dorm in boyd I think. There's tequila and the ra bought it
sounds fun, Kurt responds, rolling his eyes so hard his drunk spin makes him nauseous, tell me about it at brunch.
He sticks his phone back in his pocket, figuring that's that, but Finn texts back again.
i don't think yu understand, friend. TEQUILA. I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay
Kurt nearly swallows his tongue, nearly concusses himself on the wall jerking in shock. He stands there for a second, agape, old Lady Gaga track on the stereo talking about following somebody til they love you, and he thinks, this is a sign.
I'm coming over, Kurt texts back, feeling breathless. please don't do anything stupid
Boyd Hall isn't that far away. And there is no way Kurt is going to be anywhere but right next to Finn in case Finn is a four-tequila queer. Not because Kurt wants to be his experiment, though he wouldn't turn down the offer, but because it would kill him if somebody else got the privilege without Kurt's advice. And what if it's jerkoff Craig?
The ginger kid stops him on his way out, all concerned face. "Gotta go rescue my roommate from a potential gay crisis," Kurt tells him sheepishly.
"Godspeed, good sir," the ginger says regally. "May OU win the MAC every year if this night ends well." He raises his bottle of Bud Select in salute. Kurt hits the brick street outside running.
Kurt/Finn. Originally posted here.
(281): I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
(713): I'm coming over.
When OU wins the MAC championship Kurt's freshman year, that's, like the least interesting thing to ever happen. Sure, Finn's excited (which is adorable) and all the Court Street bars go all out, forgetting to card and halving drink prices for everyone (and giving them away for free to the football players, and as Finn's roommate, Kurt gets to reap the benefits of that). Kurt is a vocal major, and nobody who spends any kind of time in the music building (who isn't one of the brainwashed Marching 110 mouthbreathers) has any idea what goes on with the football team.
But then the MAC championship thing. Even the scathing, unwashed hipster kids get excited (mostly because even The Union bar cuts drink prices, which means two-dollar PBR? One-dollar PBR, and everybody in the known world is down with that). Now, Ohio University is like Ohio State's classier, harder-partying older cousin or something (or so says Mercedes when she leaves drunk posts on Kurt's facebook), and it's not like OU winning it all is in anyway like OSU winning it all, not like the state of Ohio is all obsessed with the Bobcats like they are the Buckeyes, but it's still a major conference, the Mid-American Conference. It still matters. And Kurt can understand that, even without Finn trying to explain it.
There's a party at the Sig Ep house and Kurt's other roommate, Tyler, drags him along, even though the red-painted walls bother Kurt's sensibilities and it weirds him out that the windows all have bars over them. Finn's out with some of his teammates, probably getting trashed at Lucky's (Finn's somehow become friends with all Steelers fans, and Steelers fans go to Lucky's). Finn texts make good choices early in the night, which actually means don't hook up with that jerkoff Craig in my bed, which is so not on because Kurt? So done with jerkoff Craig, he wasn't even that hot. I
Okay, he was, but also he wasn't Finn, and Kurt has his priorities in the right places.
A few hours pass, because Sig Ep is generally a good time, a good bunch of dudes. If Kurt were a little less blatantly homosexual and a little more latently so and, you know, actually interested in joining a frat, he would totally pledge Sig Ep. And Craig stays away, and that girl from Kurt's Econ 103 class brought Adderall and she didn't even charge him full price, "'cause we won the MAC, baby."
The night is starting to spin pleasantly, because cheap college beer tips the world at a sharper angle than anything else, and that plus stimulants feels like being a happy little kid, running around in the cold with and ice cream sandwich in your belly. Kurt laughs with people he's never met before, a red-headed senior from Phi Delt who talks with an effected English accent and hits on Kurt like the world's about to end and he wants as much dick as he can get before that happens, and this tall skinny black girl who works in Shively dining hall and always gives Kurt extra mac and cheese without him having to ask.
He's in the middle of listening to the ginger kid's story about that time he hooked up with a girl (delicate shudders all around) when his phone vibrates. It's a text from Finn, and Kurt has half a mind to ignore it, he probably lost his keys again, dumbass, but then again, it's Finn and Kurt is still pathetically gone on him.
wher r yu? Finn wants to know. So Kurt excuses himself and finds an empty, red-painted corner off the kitchen and texts back.
Finn replies, oh cool. i'm in some kid's dorm in boyd I think. There's tequila and the ra bought it
sounds fun, Kurt responds, rolling his eyes so hard his drunk spin makes him nauseous, tell me about it at brunch.
He sticks his phone back in his pocket, figuring that's that, but Finn texts back again.
i don't think yu understand, friend. TEQUILA. I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay
Kurt nearly swallows his tongue, nearly concusses himself on the wall jerking in shock. He stands there for a second, agape, old Lady Gaga track on the stereo talking about following somebody til they love you, and he thinks, this is a sign.
I'm coming over, Kurt texts back, feeling breathless. please don't do anything stupid
Boyd Hall isn't that far away. And there is no way Kurt is going to be anywhere but right next to Finn in case Finn is a four-tequila queer. Not because Kurt wants to be his experiment, though he wouldn't turn down the offer, but because it would kill him if somebody else got the privilege without Kurt's advice. And what if it's jerkoff Craig?
The ginger kid stops him on his way out, all concerned face. "Gotta go rescue my roommate from a potential gay crisis," Kurt tells him sheepishly.
"Godspeed, good sir," the ginger says regally. "May OU win the MAC every year if this night ends well." He raises his bottle of Bud Select in salute. Kurt hits the brick street outside running.