They were dating for two weeks before Kurt would consent to a kiss. This was all too new and fragile, he thought. The chance of Finn drifting back to heterosexuality-- well, Kurt wanted to believe in him, but he was practical. It could happen at any time. Kurt couldn't believe his good fortune as it was. It would suck to just give away his first real kiss (Brittany just didn't count, and no one dared to argue with his firm petulance) to a boy who'd then go running to avoid a gay crisis.
Finn got the door for him. He held his hand in front of the whole school, and fought with Puck until they had three black eyes between them and Puck agreed to stop bullying. Burt and Carol watched all of this, marveling. While they'd hoped their children would resolve their differences, they hadn't expected it to be on this level.
("Let them be happy," Burt said, fingers locked in hers. "Yeah, it's a little weird. More than a little. But I've never seen Kurt so happy, not even when his favorite girl won that Top Modeling show.")
Two weeks had passed without any sign of Finn wavering back to being totally straight, and his dorky sincerity was always difficult to resist. They were sitting in the living room watching "Hairspray" (Kurt had been too touched by Finn's attempt at finding something he would like to mention that he thought the 2007 version was a waste of time). Finn rubbed his thumb along the back of Kurt's hand. He was considering the fact that Amber reminded him unpleasantly of Quinn when Kurt said, "Okay, you can," and nodded.
"I can what?" Finn asked, brow furrowing. He made such a cute confused face that Kurt nearly leaned over adn pecked his cheek for that, but a first kiss should be initiated by the other party, in his opinion. He wanted foot-popping, just like Mia (he'd watched his copy of "The Princess Diaries" so many times that the DVD had a skip; now that was a good movie).
Kurt stole his hand back and pressed both hands together in his lap. He looked up from under his lashes at Finn, and, blushing a ilttle, said breathlessly, "You can kiss me now."
Finn had initially tried to do so on the day he'd confessed his burgeoning attraction to Kurt, but Kurt had reluctantly pushed him away. Eyes flashing, he had said, "Only if you mean it-- and only if I think you mean it." Finn was disappointed, but agreed to wait.
"Uh," Finn said. "Um, I mean. Really?"
He looked hopeful-- the boy wore all his emotions right on his face, Kurt thought fondly. He climbed off the couch and extended his hands to Finn.
"Yeah, really," Kurt said. "Get over here, you big lug."
Finn stumbled to his feet and put his hands on Kurt's shoulders. For a moment, he hesitated, and Kurt couldn't help the disappointment that rose on his face. Finn widened his eyes in alarm. He crushed Kurt quickly to his chest.
"I just want to do this properly for you," he said earnestly, pulling back and resting his hands on Kurt's shoulders again. "Since it's your first."
He leaned down, tipping Kurt's chin up gently, and he pressed a kiss to the boy's lips. Kurt sighed, but it seemed to be a happy sigh. When they parted, he was smiling.
"You want to watch the rest of this movie?" he said, gesturing back at the screen. The usually-badass Christopher Walken was singing a duet with a deep-voiced woman whom Finn couldn't quite place.
"Not really," he said, shrugging.
Kurt grinned. "Divine did a much better Edna anyway." Before Finn could ask and provoke an explanation that he mostly wouldn't understand anyway, Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the basement door. His eyes were half-lidded as he said, "Let's go make out, then."
"Okay," Finn agreed easily, leaving the movie playing.
They only came back up later because Finn had to change his pants.
FILL: I Can Hear the Bells
Finn got the door for him. He held his hand in front of the whole school, and fought with Puck until they had three black eyes between them and Puck agreed to stop bullying. Burt and Carol watched all of this, marveling. While they'd hoped their children would resolve their differences, they hadn't expected it to be on this level.
("Let them be happy," Burt said, fingers locked in hers. "Yeah, it's a little weird. More than a little. But I've never seen Kurt so happy, not even when his favorite girl won that Top Modeling show.")
Two weeks had passed without any sign of Finn wavering back to being totally straight, and his dorky sincerity was always difficult to resist. They were sitting in the living room watching "Hairspray" (Kurt had been too touched by Finn's attempt at finding something he would like to mention that he thought the 2007 version was a waste of time). Finn rubbed his thumb along the back of Kurt's hand. He was considering the fact that Amber reminded him unpleasantly of Quinn when Kurt said, "Okay, you can," and nodded.
"I can what?" Finn asked, brow furrowing. He made such a cute confused face that Kurt nearly leaned over adn pecked his cheek for that, but a first kiss should be initiated by the other party, in his opinion. He wanted foot-popping, just like Mia (he'd watched his copy of "The Princess Diaries" so many times that the DVD had a skip; now that was a good movie).
Kurt stole his hand back and pressed both hands together in his lap. He looked up from under his lashes at Finn, and, blushing a ilttle, said breathlessly, "You can kiss me now."
Finn had initially tried to do so on the day he'd confessed his burgeoning attraction to Kurt, but Kurt had reluctantly pushed him away. Eyes flashing, he had said, "Only if you mean it-- and only if I think you mean it." Finn was disappointed, but agreed to wait.
"Uh," Finn said. "Um, I mean. Really?"
He looked hopeful-- the boy wore all his emotions right on his face, Kurt thought fondly. He climbed off the couch and extended his hands to Finn.
"Yeah, really," Kurt said. "Get over here, you big lug."
Finn stumbled to his feet and put his hands on Kurt's shoulders. For a moment, he hesitated, and Kurt couldn't help the disappointment that rose on his face. Finn widened his eyes in alarm. He crushed Kurt quickly to his chest.
"I just want to do this properly for you," he said earnestly, pulling back and resting his hands on Kurt's shoulders again. "Since it's your first."
He leaned down, tipping Kurt's chin up gently, and he pressed a kiss to the boy's lips. Kurt sighed, but it seemed to be a happy sigh. When they parted, he was smiling.
"You want to watch the rest of this movie?" he said, gesturing back at the screen. The usually-badass Christopher Walken was singing a duet with a deep-voiced woman whom Finn couldn't quite place.
"Not really," he said, shrugging.
Kurt grinned. "Divine did a much better Edna anyway." Before Finn could ask and provoke an explanation that he mostly wouldn't understand anyway, Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the basement door. His eyes were half-lidded as he said, "Let's go make out, then."
"Okay," Finn agreed easily, leaving the movie playing.
They only came back up later because Finn had to change his pants.