Title: Of New Snow and Uncertainty
Summary: Kurt just needs someone to tell him what to do. Luckily for him, he's got a nearly-brother waiting in the only light came from the streetlights outside his window. A premature Christmas fic because I've been listening to the beauty of Chris Colfer and Darren Criss in Baby, It's Cold Ouside aaaaaaall daaaaaay.
You can't just gooo to Pigfaaarts. It's on Maaaaars! Everyone else has AVPM references and I wanted one too. There you go.
The only light came from the streetlights outside his window. They reflected their light against the spotless white snow falling gently over the empty sidewalks. By tomorrow, Kurt thought somewhat bitterly, it will be all brown slush and nothing special.
He heaved a sigh. Next to the Sound of Music sing-along, Christmas was his favorite event of the season. Now all he could look forward to was the much-needed break from school. He didn't even have his white Christmas tree up and the silver ornaments were still in their boxes in the attic. There was only a week and a half until Christmas and all Kurt could think was, soon I won't have to see any of them for almost three weeks.
Above him, he could hear his dad, Carole, and Finn puttering around the kitchen cleaning up. He hadn't felt much like company at dinner and he'd excused himself, feigning a need to do homework, lest anyone accurately suspect his chipper attitude was all a well-performed act. He poised his hand over his phone absentmindedly, ready to check to a missed call or text… again.
"This is stupid," he mumbled under his breath. He let his hand fall. "He hasn't called, he hasn't texted, and he isn't going to. You're just friends."
Frustrated, he threw his phone to the end of his bed.
Kurt looked up to see Finn standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Are you okay?" He looked around hesitantly and started to move away from the stairs and towards Kurt but paused awkwardly just a foot away from where he started.
Kurt tried for a smile. "I'm fine. My stupid phone just… froze. And I'm really tired and homework and all that," he trailed off, vaguely waving his hands to emphasize a point. What point? He wasn't even sure what he was saying.
Finn nodded, not quite believing him but unwilling to push the issue. "Your dad sent me to get you. For the game."
Oh, fuck. It was game night too.
"You know, I'm really tired. I think I'm just going to go to bed."
Finn furrowed his brow. "It's eight-fifteen."
"Yeah, well, I'm just really tired and I have a big… day… tomorrow…" he finish lamely.
Finn walked into the room, wringing his hands slightly. "Look, I heard you talking to yourself when I came down here… Is it- is it about that guy from Dalton?"
Kurt smiled in spite of himself. Once he'd allowed himself to get close to Finn without expecting anything but friendship, he'd found quite a good potential brother.
"I'm fine, Finn," he said. "Don't worry about it."
Finn's expression remained unmoved and he stayed rooted to the spot. 'Kurt…"
"If something's wrong… We could talk about it," Finn said softly. "Our parents are getting married. We're practically brothers, you know? Brothers talk about stuff like this."
Kurt looked at Finn quizzically. "You… want… to talk about my guy problems?"
"Well, if I can help… Yeah," Finn shrugged. "Besides, we're friends too, right? You help me out all the time."
"Kurt looked away and sighed. "Okay. Okay, sit down."
Finn sat on the couch and waited for Kurt to start talking.
"It's just…" Kurt sighed again. "I don't know. I don't talk about this stuff. I've never really had an opportunity," he only realized the truth of his words as he said them. "This is probably just stupid."
"It's not," Finn said with surprisingly firmness. "It's not stupid."
Kurt began again. "Okay. So, I met this guy, you know that part. And he's really nice and funny and he's…" Kurt stopped, searching for a word. He looked away from Finn as he realized a soft pink blush spreading across his cheeks was the only explanation for the sudden warmth of the room. He hurried on, willing himself to get it all out. "He's just really sweet and he really understands and I thought he maybe, might have, kind of liked me, but he hasn't called or texted or anything the last day or two and I don't if maybe I did something wrong or if-" Kurt broke of suddenly, aware of the rapidity of his ramble.
"I'm just confused and frustrated and I hate everything. And Blaine understood and he listened and he cared," he concluded softly, aware of Finn's gaze boring holes onto the side of his head.
Finn sat quietly, apparently soaking in what Kurt had just said.
"Well, that is. That sucks," Finn replied, trying to fill the silence and desperately wishing he could find something more intelligent to say. "Why can't you just call him?"
Kurt looked up and met Finn's eyes with a blank stare.
"Why can't you just call him?"
Kurt was dumfounded. "I hadn't thought of that."
Finn grinned. "Come on, just because you like guys doesn't mean you're a girl. Make the first move. Maybe he's having this conversation with somebody else right now."
Kurt looked thoughtful. "Then can't I just wait for his confidante to tell him to call me?"
Finn laughed warmly and easily. "Or you could do that, I guess. But what if he doesn't take his friend's advice either?"
"Then we may have a problem," Kurt frowned. He looked at his iPhone hard, willing it to ring.
"Dude, just call him. Or text him or whatever it is you do," Finn said, standing up, obviously pleased with his successful performance as pseudo-older brother.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Singing telegrams. That's how we gays communicate. Through telegram performers using the immoral songs of Barbra Streisand and Cher."
"Whatever man," Finn laughed. "Just call him. I'll your dad you'll be up in a few minutes?"
"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "I'll be right there."
Finn nodded and turned to leave. He was halfway up the stairs when
He turned around. Kurt was sitting on the edge of his bed, phone in hand.
"Thanks," Kurt smiled. "You're really- you- Thanks."
Finn grinned back. "Anytime. We're brothers, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Absolutely."
Kurt turned his attention towards the window as his finger firmly pressed call.
"Kurt!" The voice on the other end answered after two rings. "I was hoping I'd hear from you this weekend."
Kurt grinned widely and watched the snowfall as he invited Blaine to help him put up his Christmas decorations the next day.
"I'd love to. How have you been? How are you?"
Things were certainly beginning to look up.
Look, I'm not going to make anyone review, because that would be impossible. I'm just going to suggest it. Just try it. You might like it. And, besides, we're all friends here, amiright? C: