Yep. Still bored. Maybe I should start up a Tinychat and take prompts.
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The second time it happened, it was more of a conscious, calculated maneuver on his part.
It was a while after Burt and Carole got married. The two of them had the house to themselves, given the responsibility of manning the fort for the weekend while the couple went off to enjoy some sort of mini-vacation. Somehow, for some reason, the two were in Finn’s room and they were arguing. Finn’s memory fails him when it comes to remembering the topic, but he remembers the two of them standing in his bedroom, Kurt closer to the doorway—still dressed in his Dalton uniform. He remembers thinking how strange it was for Kurt to be yelling at him. It wasn’t that he had never seen the boy angry. It was just that, when he was angry, there was a tendency to withdraw. Anger came out of Kurt in backhanded compliments or dagger-filled looks.
Finn can’t remember what they were arguing about, sure, but he remembers how he felt. How it felt to have Kurt yelling at him. It felt bad. Disappointing. Confrontations have always been uncomfortable for Finn, and being wrapped up in this argument with his new stepbrother and friend felt like being punched in the gut. He just wanted things to be okay again. He wanted Kurt to stop being angry with him.
He wanted things to be quiet.
Maybe that’s why he kissed Kurt the second time. It seemed like the only reasonable thing to do, even though it also felt wrong and invasive and like he was playing dirty.
He remembers the shocked look on Kurt’s face. Even as fumbling apologies tumbled from Finn’s mouth, he found himself focused on the flush of the other boy’s lips; on the shine in his clear blue eyes. Kurt looked so much younger then. Smaller. Defenseless. Innocent.
Corruptible.
But Finn tried not to think about that as he continued to fumble his way through apologizing and explaining that he had no idea what came over him, which is probably why he never quite noticed how close Kurt had gotten. Or why he never quite felt Kurt’s hands at the front of his shirt. And it was also probably why he nearly fell onto the other boy when Kurt tugged him forward, back towards those flushed lips.
Which isn’t to say that he didn’t fall on top of him.
Just not right then.