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[Glee] life is too short for traffic (Kurt & Finn gen)
Title: life is too short for traffic
Fandom: Glee
Length: 858 words
Prompt: Shiny Happy Comment Fic-a-thon: glee -- kurt & finn -- ok, but just this once
Pairing: Kurt and Finn gen
Other: Future-fic; assumes that the Hudsons will eventually move in with the Hummels.
Excerpt: "Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
Kurt rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before the car jerked forward and he fumbled wildly for the handhold above the door. His head jerked around and he fixed a worried stare on Finn, who was, thankfully, looking at the road.
"Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
It made sense now that they were a one-household family. Finn didn't have a car of his own, so the boys could share. Carole needed hers for work, and so did Burt. The problem was, Kurt was a little protective of his car - within reason, he thought, given that Finn was running into doorframes and tripping over himself without the aid of a motor vehicle.
But Burt had been firm, and Finn had agreed to let Kurt ride along on a test drive to prove his worth. Kurt had agreed, since he really didn't have much choice in the matter. Maybe Finn would end up being a great driver and he wouldn't have to bite his nails every time the Navigator left the driveway.
He shut his eyes as Finn braked harshly at the end of the drive.
"See, I saw him coming," Finn said in a tone that was supposed to be reassuring. Kurt groaned.
*
It was one of the most stressful drives of Kurt's life. Finn drove marginally better than he danced, speeding down straight roads and following too closely behind slow drivers. He turned widely and he didn't always remember to signal. Kurt was mentally counting down the days - perhaps hours - until his Navigator was sold for parts and the two of them ended up sharing a much cheaper car. He kept texting Mercedes with depressing predictions; she sent him back lolcats and hopeful reassurances.
Finally Finn decided it was time to turn toward home. Kurt sunk down in his seat, made sure the seatbelt was in place, and shut his eyes again. When the car stopped, therefore, he figured they were home. He unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hold on," Finn said. "I'll be right back."
Kurt sat up and looked around; they were parked (more or less in one space) in front of a local ice cream parlor. The car door slammed (Kurt winced), and he watched in amazement as Finn went up to the window.
He was going to eat ice cream in Kurt's car? When Kurt had told him that food was the number one forbidden item? (Number two was canoodling with Rachel in the backseat, a suggestion which had made Finn blush and promise hurriedly. Kurt didn't really believe him.)
Kurt watched irritably as Finn paid for two ice cream cones and returned to the car. When he did, he gestured awkwardly with one for Kurt to roll down the window. Kurt did, fixing him with another disapproving stare.
"I know you don't want to eat this in the car, so come out here," Finn said, thrusting the cone towards Kurt.
"What?"
"I know I made you nervous. So I got you ice cream to make up for it."
Kurt hesitated.
"If you say no, I'll squeal the tires when we pull out. Puck taught me how," Finn retorted, with way too much pride in his voice. Kurt sighed theatrically, pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out of the car. He accepted the ice cream cone, already dripping down onto his hands, and licked at it tentatively. Finn laughed.
"You look like a kitten. Come on, I won't tell Coach Sylvester. Or Mom or Burt. They don't have to know about your secret passion for chocolate ice cream."
"Bad for my complexion," Kurt mumbled, but he still stood there with Finn, leaning back against the Navigator, while they finished their cones. Finn had even remembered to grab a few napkins. He cleaned his hands and offered one to Kurt. They were entirely too rough on his hands, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Do you want to drive home?" Finn asked, examining his fingers for any last traces of chocolate, instead of meeting Kurt's eyes.
Kurt tossed him the keys, smiling just a little. "I think you still need time to get used to driving our baby," he said.
"That sounds creepy," Finn answered, eyebrows twitching, but his tone amused.
"Unintentional," Kurt said, waving a hand, and he climbed into the passenger seat with just a little more confidence than he'd had when they left.
"So can we name her something cool like Drizzle?" Finn asked, tucking himself behind the wheel.
Kurt snorted. "Never," he answered firmly.
And since it was Kurt's car first, Finn didn't complain.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 858 words
Prompt: Shiny Happy Comment Fic-a-thon: glee -- kurt & finn -- ok, but just this once
Pairing: Kurt and Finn gen
Other: Future-fic; assumes that the Hudsons will eventually move in with the Hummels.
Excerpt: "Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
Kurt rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before the car jerked forward and he fumbled wildly for the handhold above the door. His head jerked around and he fixed a worried stare on Finn, who was, thankfully, looking at the road.
"Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
It made sense now that they were a one-household family. Finn didn't have a car of his own, so the boys could share. Carole needed hers for work, and so did Burt. The problem was, Kurt was a little protective of his car - within reason, he thought, given that Finn was running into doorframes and tripping over himself without the aid of a motor vehicle.
But Burt had been firm, and Finn had agreed to let Kurt ride along on a test drive to prove his worth. Kurt had agreed, since he really didn't have much choice in the matter. Maybe Finn would end up being a great driver and he wouldn't have to bite his nails every time the Navigator left the driveway.
He shut his eyes as Finn braked harshly at the end of the drive.
"See, I saw him coming," Finn said in a tone that was supposed to be reassuring. Kurt groaned.
*
It was one of the most stressful drives of Kurt's life. Finn drove marginally better than he danced, speeding down straight roads and following too closely behind slow drivers. He turned widely and he didn't always remember to signal. Kurt was mentally counting down the days - perhaps hours - until his Navigator was sold for parts and the two of them ended up sharing a much cheaper car. He kept texting Mercedes with depressing predictions; she sent him back lolcats and hopeful reassurances.
Finally Finn decided it was time to turn toward home. Kurt sunk down in his seat, made sure the seatbelt was in place, and shut his eyes again. When the car stopped, therefore, he figured they were home. He unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hold on," Finn said. "I'll be right back."
Kurt sat up and looked around; they were parked (more or less in one space) in front of a local ice cream parlor. The car door slammed (Kurt winced), and he watched in amazement as Finn went up to the window.
He was going to eat ice cream in Kurt's car? When Kurt had told him that food was the number one forbidden item? (Number two was canoodling with Rachel in the backseat, a suggestion which had made Finn blush and promise hurriedly. Kurt didn't really believe him.)
Kurt watched irritably as Finn paid for two ice cream cones and returned to the car. When he did, he gestured awkwardly with one for Kurt to roll down the window. Kurt did, fixing him with another disapproving stare.
"I know you don't want to eat this in the car, so come out here," Finn said, thrusting the cone towards Kurt.
"What?"
"I know I made you nervous. So I got you ice cream to make up for it."
Kurt hesitated.
"If you say no, I'll squeal the tires when we pull out. Puck taught me how," Finn retorted, with way too much pride in his voice. Kurt sighed theatrically, pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out of the car. He accepted the ice cream cone, already dripping down onto his hands, and licked at it tentatively. Finn laughed.
"You look like a kitten. Come on, I won't tell Coach Sylvester. Or Mom or Burt. They don't have to know about your secret passion for chocolate ice cream."
"Bad for my complexion," Kurt mumbled, but he still stood there with Finn, leaning back against the Navigator, while they finished their cones. Finn had even remembered to grab a few napkins. He cleaned his hands and offered one to Kurt. They were entirely too rough on his hands, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Do you want to drive home?" Finn asked, examining his fingers for any last traces of chocolate, instead of meeting Kurt's eyes.
Kurt tossed him the keys, smiling just a little. "I think you still need time to get used to driving our baby," he said.
"That sounds creepy," Finn answered, eyebrows twitching, but his tone amused.
"Unintentional," Kurt said, waving a hand, and he climbed into the passenger seat with just a little more confidence than he'd had when they left.
"So can we name her something cool like Drizzle?" Finn asked, tucking himself behind the wheel.
Kurt snorted. "Never," he answered firmly.
And since it was Kurt's car first, Finn didn't complain.