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tigriswolf) wrote2012-03-13 01:10 am
tigriswolf) wrote2012-03-13 01:10 am
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Klaine Princess Diaries interlude 7
Burt was waiting in the hall, Mom had gone upstairs to read one of her murder mysteries (that bounty hunter chick, Kumquat or something), and Finn sat himself on the couch. He and Kurt needed to talk. They hadn’t had a nightcap of warm milk in months. Not since things with Blaine heated up, back in March. Eight months. Almost a year. Like a boyfriend is more important than a brother or something.
Finn crossed his arms, scowling at the wall. Just thinking about Blaine pissed him off. If the dude had just stayed at Dalton, things would’ve been fine, but he followed Kurt to McKinley and started trying to take over. Like he’d been there from the beginning or something. He didn’t suffer with the rest of them, so why should they listen to him? Finn had been glad when he started skipping practices, but then he took Kurt with him when he quit, and that just wasn’t cool. At all.
The door opened; Burt rumbled something, locked it behind Kurt, and said, as they walked into the den, “Night, Kurt.”
Kurt was smiling. He looked younger, softer, happier than he usually looked these days. It actually made Finn pause to stare at him, while Kurt told Burt, “Night, Dad.”
His smile dropped away as he looked at Finn. “Yes?” he said, biting the word off, making it sharp. He sounded more like the kid Finn used to drop in dumpsters than some prep-school prince’s boy-toy (he really needed to stop listening to the guys in the locker-room).
“We just… haven’t talked in a little while,” Finn said, looking down at his shoes. His anger had mostly faded, since Blaine hadn’t been in glee stealing the spotlight. He just really missed Kurt.
Kurt laughed, that same cold laugh from the day he quit glee. “You shut me out, Finn. You woke up one day hating my boyfriend, and you didn’t seem to like me much anymore, either.” He shrugged. “I’m staying out of your way, Finn, and so’s Blaine. I’m not sure what else you want.” He carefully eased his way around Finn and headed for the stairs. He was almost there before Finn found his voice.
“Wait, Kurt!” he said, lunging forward to grab Kurt’s arm.
Kurt pulled away, spinning around. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“I’m sorry, sorry!” Finn said, holding his hands up and backing away. “I just - you shut me out when Blaine became your whole world, and I think you’re too wrapped up in him, and he stole you, but now he’s a prince, so of course you won’t ever dump him, and – ”
“Finn!” Kurt whisper-shouted. “Breathe.”
Finn breathed.
“Now, count to ten,” Kurt ordered. He waited while Finn did, and then he said, “Start over. You think Blaine stole me?”
Nodding, Finn crossed his arms again. “Even after you came back to McKinley, you were still driving out to Westerville all the time. He was always over here. But then he came to McKinley and tried to take over glee, and he was all you ever talked about. You never went anywhere without him.” Finn shrugged, glancing between Kurt and the floor.
“Wow,” Kurt said faintly. “Do – does everyone feel that way?”
Finn nodded. “But now he’s a prince, Kurt. He’s gonna be runnin’ a whole country. You’re not just goin’ to New York anymore, are you?”
Kurt shook his head, chewing on his lip. “After graduation, we’ll be going to Genovia,” he said, sounding almost excited. Finn wondered if he’d be jumping up and down, if the rest of their conversation hadn’t happened. After giving him a long, assessing look, Kurt said, “None of you ever tried to talk to me about your concerns. And to be honest – I do still care for all of you, but for awhile there, I wasn’t sure any of you cared about me.”
“Kurt,” Finn tried, but Kurt raised an eyebrow so he zipped his mouth shut.
“No, Finn,” he said. “Not tonight, please. In a couple weeks, maybe, we can talk, alright? But not this weekend.”
“You promise?” Finn asked.
Kurt nodded, nearly smiling. “I promise, Finn. Over Thanksgiving break, we’ll sit down with warm milk and talk about everything you want to talk about.”
“Okay.” Finn nodded firmly. “Over Thanksgiving break.”
Kurt went up the stairs. Finn went back to the couch and turned off the lights, sitting in the dark for a long time.
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Finn crossed his arms, scowling at the wall. Just thinking about Blaine pissed him off. If the dude had just stayed at Dalton, things would’ve been fine, but he followed Kurt to McKinley and started trying to take over. Like he’d been there from the beginning or something. He didn’t suffer with the rest of them, so why should they listen to him? Finn had been glad when he started skipping practices, but then he took Kurt with him when he quit, and that just wasn’t cool. At all.
The door opened; Burt rumbled something, locked it behind Kurt, and said, as they walked into the den, “Night, Kurt.”
Kurt was smiling. He looked younger, softer, happier than he usually looked these days. It actually made Finn pause to stare at him, while Kurt told Burt, “Night, Dad.”
His smile dropped away as he looked at Finn. “Yes?” he said, biting the word off, making it sharp. He sounded more like the kid Finn used to drop in dumpsters than some prep-school prince’s boy-toy (he really needed to stop listening to the guys in the locker-room).
“We just… haven’t talked in a little while,” Finn said, looking down at his shoes. His anger had mostly faded, since Blaine hadn’t been in glee stealing the spotlight. He just really missed Kurt.
Kurt laughed, that same cold laugh from the day he quit glee. “You shut me out, Finn. You woke up one day hating my boyfriend, and you didn’t seem to like me much anymore, either.” He shrugged. “I’m staying out of your way, Finn, and so’s Blaine. I’m not sure what else you want.” He carefully eased his way around Finn and headed for the stairs. He was almost there before Finn found his voice.
“Wait, Kurt!” he said, lunging forward to grab Kurt’s arm.
Kurt pulled away, spinning around. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“I’m sorry, sorry!” Finn said, holding his hands up and backing away. “I just - you shut me out when Blaine became your whole world, and I think you’re too wrapped up in him, and he stole you, but now he’s a prince, so of course you won’t ever dump him, and – ”
“Finn!” Kurt whisper-shouted. “Breathe.”
Finn breathed.
“Now, count to ten,” Kurt ordered. He waited while Finn did, and then he said, “Start over. You think Blaine stole me?”
Nodding, Finn crossed his arms again. “Even after you came back to McKinley, you were still driving out to Westerville all the time. He was always over here. But then he came to McKinley and tried to take over glee, and he was all you ever talked about. You never went anywhere without him.” Finn shrugged, glancing between Kurt and the floor.
“Wow,” Kurt said faintly. “Do – does everyone feel that way?”
Finn nodded. “But now he’s a prince, Kurt. He’s gonna be runnin’ a whole country. You’re not just goin’ to New York anymore, are you?”
Kurt shook his head, chewing on his lip. “After graduation, we’ll be going to Genovia,” he said, sounding almost excited. Finn wondered if he’d be jumping up and down, if the rest of their conversation hadn’t happened. After giving him a long, assessing look, Kurt said, “None of you ever tried to talk to me about your concerns. And to be honest – I do still care for all of you, but for awhile there, I wasn’t sure any of you cared about me.”
“Kurt,” Finn tried, but Kurt raised an eyebrow so he zipped his mouth shut.
“No, Finn,” he said. “Not tonight, please. In a couple weeks, maybe, we can talk, alright? But not this weekend.”
“You promise?” Finn asked.
Kurt nodded, nearly smiling. “I promise, Finn. Over Thanksgiving break, we’ll sit down with warm milk and talk about everything you want to talk about.”
“Okay.” Finn nodded firmly. “Over Thanksgiving break.”
Kurt went up the stairs. Finn went back to the couch and turned off the lights, sitting in the dark for a long time.
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I realized, as the story was nearing the end, that I hadn't really wrapped up anything with New Directions. And I wanted a Hudmel moment, since I really do adore it when Finn&Kurt are brotherly on the show.
And while I kinda wanted to demonize New Directions, since they're just so frustrating, it wasn't really anyone's total fault. They're dumb kids, yeah. But they're kids, and Kurt's kinda a master at hiding what's really going on with him.
So.
Kurt is my favorite by a wide margin, and then Blaine, and I think it might be obvious in this fic. *hee*