Authors Note: When I started writing this my laptop was broken, which made all of my notes for my HP & AF fanfics inaccessible. Well, I didn't have notes for Glee fanfics, because I didn't even start reading them till after my laptop broke. Everything I needed to write these ideas was in my head (or by then jotted down in random notebooks). My brain was screaming Glee fanfic ideas at me, and since I actually could write these ones now without the info that's on my broken laptop I decided I would. All my Glee fics are and wil be Klaine (I cannot believe I'm using a name smoosh, I really can't) with doses of other characters thrown in, especially Furt (there one is again! Gah!) brotherness (which seems to be rather lacking in the actual show after that ep…)
Thank you for trying out my fic and I hope you enjoy it. I am a sap & a drama queen but also a fairly good writer. I hope you enjoy my story, in spite of its somewhat lame title .
Disclaimer: Glee is a TV show; if I owned Glee I would be producing a TV show. I am not producing a TV show, I am writing a story. Therefore, obviously, I do not own Glee.
Chapter One: Together
Finn was sitting on his bed, blasting zombies with his plasma ray gun. He was halfway through level six, the one in the 'deserted' castle, when there was a tap on the door.
"Come in," he said without taking his eyes from the screen, where he was currently battling the sexy zombie princess and her scantily-dressed minions.
Finn's step-brother Kurt poked his heavily hair-sprayed head around the doorframe.
"I'm going to the store; I'm all out of shea butter face cream. Do you need anything?"
"Nah, dude," said Finn, flicking the controller with his thumbs. "I'm good."
"You sure? They're having a two-for-one sale on apricot exfoliants; it's very good for your skin, clears away all the dead cells and gives the skin a healthy glow."
Finn glanced up from the zombies on the screen to his step-brother in the doorway.
"Um, no, I'm good," he said. "Thanks for the offer though."
Kurt shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don't coming crawling to me when you start getting all scaly like a lizard."
"Wait, I'm gonna look like a lizard?" said Finn, looking back up just in time to get sucker punched in the gut by a zombie girl wearing a miniskirt and heals with only half a face.
"It isn't pretty," confirmed Kurt.
"On second thought, why don't you go ahead and pick me up one of those apricot whatevers—"
"Exfoliants, Finn," said Kurt.
"Yeah, that," said Finn, turning back to his video game.
"You're going to burn your retinas out with that thing, you know," said Kurt.
"Whatever," said Finn.
Kurt rolled his eyes expressively, a gesture that was completely lost on the video-game-absorbed Finn. "Okay. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone."
Finn chuckled, eyes still fixed on the screen. "I'll try not to."
After a few more rounds of zombie slaying Finn put down the game console, switched off the TV, and went downstairs to get himself something to eat.
Ten minutes after Finn had settled himself on the living room sofa with a grilled cheese sandwich, a glass of milk, and the Cavaliers vs. Clippers basketball game, the doorbell rang. Since his mom and Burt were out for the day and Kurt was still at the store Finn pushed himself off the couch and went to answer the door.
"Hey," said Blaine, hands tucked into his jean pockets, when Finn had opened the door.
"Oh, hey," said Finn.
He'd met Blaine a few times before; at Rachel's disastrous house part and a couple times when he had come home from school with Kurt. They'd exchanged a few words, but the two didn't really know each other well; Blaine went to Dalton Academy with Kurt, which was the only reason Finn and Blaine had met at all.
"Is Kurt home?" asked Blaine.
"No," said Finn, shaking his head. "He stepped out to buy shay cream or butter cream or something. He didn't mention you were coming over…"
"No, he wouldn't have," said Blaine. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. But if this is a bad time…"
"Oh, no," said Finn. "Come in. Kurt should be back soon. I was just watching some basketball if you want to…"
"Yeah, I'd love to," said Blaine eagerly, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind him. Cleveland vs. LA, right?"
"The Cavaliers at the moment, but just barely."
Blaine heard the surprise in his boyfriend's step-brother's voice and laughed.
"I'm actually a really big sports fan. Not all of us gay boys are as, well, flaming as Kurt."
Finn stuttered, embarrassed.
"I—no—dude—I didn't mean—"
Blaine cut him off. "It's fine, Finn," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not offended."
"Oh, good," said Finn. "'Cause I've been accused of having a problem with gay dudes before, and I really don't—"
"Relax," said Blaine, holding up his hands. "I wasn't accusing you of anything. I know you don't have a problem with gay guys. You're Kurt's brother. People in your family take things way too seriously."
Finn grinned sheepishly. "Kurt must be rubbing off on me."
"Heaven help us all," said Blaine.
The two boys settled themselves onto the couch after Blaine declined Finn's offer to make him a grilled cheese sandwich.
"So, no hard feelings about us whooping your asses at Regionals?" asked Finn with a grin.
Blaine grinned back. "Nope. I won something much better anyway."
Finn gave him a blank look. "What?"
"Kurt," said Blaine simply.
"So, uh, you and Kurt are officially together now?" said Finn, watching the ball on the screen fly from one player's hands to another's.
"Yep," said Blaine, nodding. Then, "You say that as though there should be a 'finally' at the end of it."
"Well, dude," said Finn, "he has been crushing on you for, like, ages." He looked at the other boy on the couch next to him. "Dude, you did know that, right? I mean I'm not exactly the most observant guy on the planet and it was pretty obvious to me."
To Finn's surprise, it was the usual dapper Warbler's turn to look sheepish.
"You're not the only guy with less-than-stellar observation skills," he admitted. "Looking back it seems so obvious that we had chemistry right from the start but, I don't know, I just didn't see it." He sighed. "I really liked Kurt. I'd never clicked with anybody like that so quickly. I guess I didn't want to mess that up by thinking about any other feelings we may or may not—okay, did—have for each other. I didn't let myself like him in that way because I could see him struggling with what was already going on in his life, I didn't want to add to that." Blaine gave a snort of ironic laughter. "So on Valentines Day, when he, well, kind of told me, in a round-about-way, that he liked me, I was completely surprised. I shouldn't have been, but I was." Blaine laughed again and ran a hand through his curly hair, for once free of its confining gel. "But he left me some ambiguity, so I clung to it and ignored what was staring me in the face. I'm good at that. Truth was I was terrified. I didn't know how to be somebody's boyfriend. Hell, I still don't. What if I didn't live up to his expectations? What if I lost him?"
"So what changed your mind?"
"Kurt sang 'Blackbird'. It was a silly thing, really. I mean, I'd heard him sing lots of times before. Only this time…I just couldn't stop staring at him. It was like somebody had finally flicked a switch in my brain. Like "Duh, Blaine, that's how you feel about him."
Finn shifted in his seat, starting to feel sorry he had asked.
"Uh, okay. Cool dude."
"Sorry," said Blaine. "I know it's weird; it's your step-brother I'm talking about."
"No, dude, it's cool," said Finn. "Really. I'm glad he's happy. I know he really likes you; after he met you you were all he could talk about. He even had a picture of you in his locker."
Blaine blushed. "Really? I hope it didn't get annoying or anything…"
"Nah, dude," said Finn. "It was kind of cute actually. I mean, Mercedes wasn't too happy when he kind of ditched her to hang out with you"—Blaine winced—"but no worries, dude, they worked it out. As his brother, though, I'm obliged to warn you that if you hurt him you're going to get your ass kicked hard core."
Blaine could tell that, despite his slightly joking manner, Finn was deadly serious. He held up his hands.
"I have no intention of hurting him, truly."
"You'd better not," said Finn seriously. "Kurt has been through enough crap in his life already. He may not be the easiest person to live with—he's high strung, and high maintenance, and sometimes he can be almost as bossy as Rachel, but…"
"I know," said Blaine with a fond smile. "How can you help but love him?"
Finn nodded. "The New Directions, we're a family. I know it sounds super corny and all, but we are. We might have our own issues within the group, but we're there for each other when it counts."
"I can tell," said Blaine, his smile just a little bit forlorn.
"You're a part of that family now, you know," said Finn. "I know we don't really know you that well, but we got your back, dude."
"Thanks," said Blaine, and he meant it.
"I'm home!" called Kurt, balancing his shopping bags on his hip as he closed the front door behind him. "Finn?"
"In here," Finn responded.
Kurt followed the sounds of his step-brother's voice and the TV into the living room, his arms laded with bulging shopping bags.
"Sorry I took so long," he said from behind the bags. "The store was really crowded and then I couldn't decide between coconut lime verbena and honey almond—Blaine!"
The curly-haired warbler laughed as the shopping bags tumbled out of Kurt's arms and onto the floor. He immediately scrambled to pick them back up, blushing furiously,
"You know we're together now, Kurt," said Blaine, smiling as he helped Kurt gather the spilt contents of his shopping bags. "You don't have to blush every time you're around me anymore."
"You noticed?" said Kurt, sounding mortified.
"Well, no," admitted Blaine. "But everybody else did."
"I was just—you surprised me," muttered Kurt lamely. "Now I must look like an absolute idiot."
"You look adorable," said Blaine, kissing him on the cheek and making him go even redder. "You always look adorable."
Finn cleared his throat.
"Dude, I thought you were just going to get butter shay and exfo-whatever." He eyed the bulging shopping bags dubiously.
"Shea butter and apricot exfoliant, Finn," said Kurt. "And I just got a few other things that I absolutely needed."
Blaine and Finn rolled their eyes at each other, both well accustomed to the ways of Kurt Hummel.
"I saw that," Kurt accused, setting the bags by the staircase. "What are you doing here anyway, Blaine?"
Blaine put on a look of exaggerated injury.
"I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. But I can tell when I'm not wanted—"
"Of course you're wanted!" said Kurt, grabbing Blaine by the arm and dragging him back to the couch. "Sorry I wasn't home when you got here. I hope Finn hasn't been boring you to death."
"Not at all," said Blaine.
"We've been watching basketball ,"said Finn.
"Cleveland vs. LA."
"The Clippers are winning."
"But it's a close game," said Blaine
"Intense," agreed Finn.
Kurt shuddered theatrically. "No thank you!"
"Hey, basketball's awesome!" said Finn and Blaine at the same time.
"Whatever," said Kurt. He tried to stand up but Blaine pulled him back down so that he was practically in the other boy's lap.
"Blaine!" he protested, struggling.
"You need to relax, Kurt," said Blaine, holding him in place with his hands on his shoulders. "Stop taking life so seriously." He began moving his hands in a gentle massage across Kurt's shoulders and back. Kurt gave a little moan of pleasure. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack."
Kurt stiffened and Finn winced, giving Blaine a minute shake of his head.
Blaine looked confused.
"What? Did I say something wrong? Kurt? Finn?"
"No," said Kurt. "No, it's just—my dad had a heart attack earlier this year. It's kind of a sore topic."
"I'm sorry," said Blaine, his fingers resuming their glide over Kurt's tense shoulders. "I didn't know."
"It's okay," said Kurt, leaning back into the older boy. "How could you have? I didn't tell you."
Blaine just kept up his steady rhythm of massaging; smiling as Kurt relaxed in spite of himself and let his head fall back against Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine pressed a gentle kiss to the brunette's temple. He still couldn't believe that the beautiful boy was his; his friend, his boyfriend, it seemed simply too good to be true, as though surely he must wake up any minute.
Finn cleared his throat, breaking Blaine out of his reverie.
"I'll, uh, just go now…up to my room…to do…you know…homework and…stuff…"
It wasn't that Kurt and Blaine's relationship bothered him, he was happy for them, and Kurt was just about the best brother a dude could ask for, regardless of whether he liked boys or girls. But he wasn't quite comfortable sitting next to such guy on guy PDA on his living room couch. It was a little weird.
"Bye, Finn," said Kurt.
"See you later," said Blaine, just the hint of a question in his voice.
"Totally, dude," Finn agreed.
After Finn left Kurt tilted his head back to brush his lips across Blaine's ever-so-slightly stubbly jawline.
"Now, where were we?"
AN: I know nothing about basketball, like absolutely nothing. I did look stuff up though, so these teams actually did play each other on the afternoon Saturday March somethingth (19th I think) & the Clippers won. So obviously this is supposed to take place starting that weekend, which is soon after Regionals.
I realize that Glee's plot progresses more quickly than I can write this fic. Consider this fic taking place in the break between 'Original Song' and 'Night of Neglect'. Canon is up to and through 'Original Song', anything that happens after in the actual show hasn't happened yet in this fic.
This is my 1stGlee fanfic, though certainly not my 1st fanfic in general, so reviews would be greatly appreciated :)