'I've Got To Go, It's Starting To Rain' Part Five
Part Five
Something strange happened to Finn in the days that followed, an unusual urge to unplug his phone, switch of his cell and stock up on cookie dough ice cream, although maybe stocking up wasn’t the right phrase because he tended to eat most of it as soon as he got home, curling up in front of the TV and eating straight from the tub. He also killed more zombies in three days than he had in the last month.
"Finn Hudson, open the fucking door!" was the first human voice not recreated by speakers that he had heard in days.
He opened the door to find Anna, looking like she hadn’t slept once in the last year standing outside. She had never looked so terrifying. When she saw him she groaned,
"Just what I need, another emotional mess." She stalked into the room, leaving Finn standing, holding the door and gazing out into the now empty hall.
"Get some clean clothes on," Anna called from the kitchen when it finally registered that he should close the door, "and drive me home. I can’t take one more night of Kurt pretending that he isn’t crying into his pillow."
"I don’t think I’ll be the best cure for that," Finn mumbled, watching as she threw Ben and Jerry’s tubs and chocolate wrappers into a large black plastic bag that she seemed to have produced from thin air.
"Don’t be an idiot. I’ve heard nothing for the last two days from Kurt other than ‘Finn hates me,’ and I know for a fact that he’s wrong." Anna gave Finn a looked that convinced him in two seconds that she could see right into his thoughts (and possibly his soul, too).
"But…what…he…" was all Finn could manage to say. Luckily, Anna could obviously see what he wanted to say.
"I don’t know why he freaked out like that, he wouldn’t say, but it wasn’t about you, Finn," she sighed, "I don’t know what it is with men and being oblivious, but he loves you." Finn opened his mouth to speak, but further proof that Anna could read his very thoughts interrupted him. "And not in a brotherly love way, Finn," Anna sighed again, this time far more impatiently, ‘He’s in love with you. A sure sign that he’s insane."
Finn didn’t bother to get out of his shirt-and-sweatpants-wallow-in-misery outfit before dragging Anna out to his car.
"Finn-" was all Kurt had time to say before he was smothered in a bear hug and lifted off the floor.
"M’sorry," Finn mumbled into the juncture between Kurt’s neck and shoulder. This time it was Kurt patting Finn’s shoulder. "I thought you were angry with me."
"No, never," Kurt wriggled a little and Finn realised that he was still holding him off the floor, "it was just bad timing," Kurt continued once his feet were actually touching the ground, "Something triggered a flashback and I just wanted to hide."
"So it wasn’t because of what Brittany said?" Finn asked tentatively and Kurt looked puzzled.
"What did Britt say?" he asked and Finn actually giggled in a way that probably made him sound completely insane.
"What?" Kurt asked, smiling but a little apprehensive.
But Finn couldn’t answer. 'I'm about to kiss Kurt,' he thought. 'This was happening, something big is about to happen and it's that I'm going to kiss Kurt. Kurt kissing…' And he stopped thinking about it and just did it.
He angled his head, forward and down, and it seemed that Kurt’s body knew that it was going to happen, even if the soprano himself didn’t, because he leaned forward too. Kurt made a soft noise of surprise when their lips met, making Finn falter but he didn’t pull away and the small hand tangling into Finn’s hair told him that yes, Kurt wanted this too.
The kiss soon turned less chaste and when they broke apart both young men were breathing heavily.
"Come home?" Finn asked tentatively, hopefully.
"I- I can’t…" Kurt stuttered.
"Why not?"
"Be- because…he…he must be out there somewhere."
Finn knew instinctively who Kurt was talking about.
"We could go to the police," he suggested and Kurt’s reaction was instant and violent.
"No!" he tore himself from Finn’s arms, backing away, "I said we couldn’t go to them! I said that before, we can’t and I won’t and…"
"Okay, not the police," Finn soothed, coaxing Kurt back into his arms, pressing a small kiss to his hair, then to his cheek, "But I’ll keep you safe, okay? I won’t leave you alone, even for a second if that’s what you want, if that’s what it takes, yeah?"
Kurt nodded silently.
"Okay," Finn repeated, inwardly cursing his inability to express his thoughts and feelings exactly as they were in his head. "Dude- Kurt, I really, really care about you, okay? I guess the kissing might have given you a clue, but…you know, I wanted this before you left? I kept trying to ask you, but I could never say the right things, you know, like ask you on a date, so I just tried to spend more time with you and I was an idiot. I should have just come out and said it…’ he stopped rambling as Kurt’s finger tips brushed his cheek. They were rough now, calloused, and although the recommence of Kurt’s various routines was starting to return them to their pre-kidnap condition, Finn couldn’t help but imagine Kurt scrabbling at the walls of his dark prison.
"The DVD night?" Kurt said softly, "was that one of these almost dates?"
"Yeah," Finn felt himself drawn back to Kurt’s lips again, as if they were some sort of…Finn-magnet. Kurt smiled into the kiss.
"Let’s go home, then." He smiled at Finn nervously and took his hand.
Things were possibly moving too quickly, Finn supposed, but they had been living together, sharing the same bed and going out together for the last couple of months, not to mention the time before the summer of 2010. And they’d been friends for, like, ever. He realised suddenly, just as Kurt’s nimble fingers moved onto his belt buckle, that he’d been essentially dating Kurt for a substantial amount of time. Never mind that their first kiss had been only a week ago, their first make-out session six days five hours and oh, he should really be paying attention to the current situation because he was suddenly wearing only his boxers and Kurt was (comparatively) overdressed.
As soon as that problem was remedied, Finn was struck by another thought, that being that this was all a bundle of firsts for Kurt: first ever kiss, first ever make-out session, and now they were probably going to- oh, no, definitely, probably definitely going to have sex.
Kurt was so tiny and fragile looking and would he break? Finn had a moment of panic, but it was broken and replaced with waves- no, tidal waves- of pleasure and Kurt (small, fragile-looking and surprisingly demanding) was underneath him, and being very vocal about it.
Everything was hot skin and gasping breath. He felt Kurt’s back arch in a seamless curve.
Maybe things were moving at about the right speed after all.
"That was nice," Kurt whispered, sometime later. Finn hummed in response, floating on the pleasant fuzzy feeling that seemed to fill the small room. Nice, very, very nice.
Kurt sighed, "Need a shower, though," but he didn’t look like he was going to move anytime soon as he rested his head on Finn’s chest.
"Later," Finn mumbled.
"Mmm."
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Something strange happened to Finn in the days that followed, an unusual urge to unplug his phone, switch of his cell and stock up on cookie dough ice cream, although maybe stocking up wasn’t the right phrase because he tended to eat most of it as soon as he got home, curling up in front of the TV and eating straight from the tub. He also killed more zombies in three days than he had in the last month.
"Finn Hudson, open the fucking door!" was the first human voice not recreated by speakers that he had heard in days.
He opened the door to find Anna, looking like she hadn’t slept once in the last year standing outside. She had never looked so terrifying. When she saw him she groaned,
"Just what I need, another emotional mess." She stalked into the room, leaving Finn standing, holding the door and gazing out into the now empty hall.
"Get some clean clothes on," Anna called from the kitchen when it finally registered that he should close the door, "and drive me home. I can’t take one more night of Kurt pretending that he isn’t crying into his pillow."
"I don’t think I’ll be the best cure for that," Finn mumbled, watching as she threw Ben and Jerry’s tubs and chocolate wrappers into a large black plastic bag that she seemed to have produced from thin air.
"Don’t be an idiot. I’ve heard nothing for the last two days from Kurt other than ‘Finn hates me,’ and I know for a fact that he’s wrong." Anna gave Finn a looked that convinced him in two seconds that she could see right into his thoughts (and possibly his soul, too).
"But…what…he…" was all Finn could manage to say. Luckily, Anna could obviously see what he wanted to say.
"I don’t know why he freaked out like that, he wouldn’t say, but it wasn’t about you, Finn," she sighed, "I don’t know what it is with men and being oblivious, but he loves you." Finn opened his mouth to speak, but further proof that Anna could read his very thoughts interrupted him. "And not in a brotherly love way, Finn," Anna sighed again, this time far more impatiently, ‘He’s in love with you. A sure sign that he’s insane."
Finn didn’t bother to get out of his shirt-and-sweatpants-wallow-in-misery outfit before dragging Anna out to his car.
"Finn-" was all Kurt had time to say before he was smothered in a bear hug and lifted off the floor.
"M’sorry," Finn mumbled into the juncture between Kurt’s neck and shoulder. This time it was Kurt patting Finn’s shoulder. "I thought you were angry with me."
"No, never," Kurt wriggled a little and Finn realised that he was still holding him off the floor, "it was just bad timing," Kurt continued once his feet were actually touching the ground, "Something triggered a flashback and I just wanted to hide."
"So it wasn’t because of what Brittany said?" Finn asked tentatively and Kurt looked puzzled.
"What did Britt say?" he asked and Finn actually giggled in a way that probably made him sound completely insane.
"What?" Kurt asked, smiling but a little apprehensive.
But Finn couldn’t answer. 'I'm about to kiss Kurt,' he thought. 'This was happening, something big is about to happen and it's that I'm going to kiss Kurt. Kurt kissing…' And he stopped thinking about it and just did it.
He angled his head, forward and down, and it seemed that Kurt’s body knew that it was going to happen, even if the soprano himself didn’t, because he leaned forward too. Kurt made a soft noise of surprise when their lips met, making Finn falter but he didn’t pull away and the small hand tangling into Finn’s hair told him that yes, Kurt wanted this too.
The kiss soon turned less chaste and when they broke apart both young men were breathing heavily.
"Come home?" Finn asked tentatively, hopefully.
"I- I can’t…" Kurt stuttered.
"Why not?"
"Be- because…he…he must be out there somewhere."
Finn knew instinctively who Kurt was talking about.
"We could go to the police," he suggested and Kurt’s reaction was instant and violent.
"No!" he tore himself from Finn’s arms, backing away, "I said we couldn’t go to them! I said that before, we can’t and I won’t and…"
"Okay, not the police," Finn soothed, coaxing Kurt back into his arms, pressing a small kiss to his hair, then to his cheek, "But I’ll keep you safe, okay? I won’t leave you alone, even for a second if that’s what you want, if that’s what it takes, yeah?"
Kurt nodded silently.
"Okay," Finn repeated, inwardly cursing his inability to express his thoughts and feelings exactly as they were in his head. "Dude- Kurt, I really, really care about you, okay? I guess the kissing might have given you a clue, but…you know, I wanted this before you left? I kept trying to ask you, but I could never say the right things, you know, like ask you on a date, so I just tried to spend more time with you and I was an idiot. I should have just come out and said it…’ he stopped rambling as Kurt’s finger tips brushed his cheek. They were rough now, calloused, and although the recommence of Kurt’s various routines was starting to return them to their pre-kidnap condition, Finn couldn’t help but imagine Kurt scrabbling at the walls of his dark prison.
"The DVD night?" Kurt said softly, "was that one of these almost dates?"
"Yeah," Finn felt himself drawn back to Kurt’s lips again, as if they were some sort of…Finn-magnet. Kurt smiled into the kiss.
"Let’s go home, then." He smiled at Finn nervously and took his hand.
Things were possibly moving too quickly, Finn supposed, but they had been living together, sharing the same bed and going out together for the last couple of months, not to mention the time before the summer of 2010. And they’d been friends for, like, ever. He realised suddenly, just as Kurt’s nimble fingers moved onto his belt buckle, that he’d been essentially dating Kurt for a substantial amount of time. Never mind that their first kiss had been only a week ago, their first make-out session six days five hours and oh, he should really be paying attention to the current situation because he was suddenly wearing only his boxers and Kurt was (comparatively) overdressed.
As soon as that problem was remedied, Finn was struck by another thought, that being that this was all a bundle of firsts for Kurt: first ever kiss, first ever make-out session, and now they were probably going to- oh, no, definitely, probably definitely going to have sex.
Kurt was so tiny and fragile looking and would he break? Finn had a moment of panic, but it was broken and replaced with waves- no, tidal waves- of pleasure and Kurt (small, fragile-looking and surprisingly demanding) was underneath him, and being very vocal about it.
Everything was hot skin and gasping breath. He felt Kurt’s back arch in a seamless curve.
Maybe things were moving at about the right speed after all.
"That was nice," Kurt whispered, sometime later. Finn hummed in response, floating on the pleasant fuzzy feeling that seemed to fill the small room. Nice, very, very nice.
Kurt sighed, "Need a shower, though," but he didn’t look like he was going to move anytime soon as he rested his head on Finn’s chest.
"Later," Finn mumbled.
"Mmm."
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