Kiss Me, Quarterback
SPOILERS: Silly Love Songs
Note: This is partially AU because I'm using season one!Kurt in the season two scenario. All the canon season two drama is nulled.
Summary: AU/Canon. Finn was never the brightest kid at McKinley, and when he sets up a kissing booth, he doesn't consider the possibility of getting male customers—specifically one eager and daring Kurt Hummel.
Finn Hudson's lips separated from those of a mildly attractive sophomore girl's and he waved her off with a smile after collecting his proceeds. The end of the day was approaching and it didn't look like there were any more girls lined up, so he decided to slowly start closing up his 'Kiss the Quarterback' booth. He picked up the jar of dollars and leaned down to place it on the floor beside his backpack behind the booth when he heard a very definitive slam resounding from the surface of the booth. His head shot up and the first thing he saw was a perfectly manicured hand pressing a five-dollar-bill down onto the booth daringly, wordlessly and demandingly stating that the quarterback wasn't yet done with his shift.
Still kneeling down on the floor, Finn let his eyes travel up to the well-fitted black sweater that clung to its owner's every curve and proceeded traveling further up until they passed the delectable, milky skin that was visible above the ivory scarf wrapped around the customer's delicate neck and those glossy lips that curved upwards in direct response to the significance of the bill being placed before the quarterback. Finally, he met gleaming baby blue eyes that fluttered at him in that ever-flirtatious manner.
"Hello, Finn Hudson." Kurt's voice did not conceal his ever-present breathlessness as he uttered the quarterback's name in a tone that could only be defined as flirty.
"Uh..." Finn stuttered, standing back up. His eyes subconsciously shifted from side to side as if to make sure no one was watching them. "Hey Kurt," he finally replied with a crooked, nervous smile, settling his dark eyes on the boy leaning against the booth. The black hat on Kurt's head complimented his neatly brushed dark brown hair and made his eyes pop out—or maybe he was wearing eye make up? Finn couldn't really tell. It was one of Kurt's best physical qualities: you couldn't tell whether he was wearing make up or naturally looked that good.
"Kissed a lot of girls?" Kurt asked, not sounding too interested in the answer but Finn supplied him with it anyway.
"Yeah. Yeah, I did. It was for a good cause." He added the last sentence as an excuse on his part, not sure why he needed one for kissing girls but saying it to Kurt made him feel like he needed the justification.
"Yeah. For a good cause." Finn glanced down, noticing Kurt sliding the five-dollar-bill towards him cautiously. He looked back up at his face, his own lips parted but not letting out any sound. He wanted to say something but didn't know what. It reminded him of the time Kurt had inadvertently proclaimed his love to him through song. Kurt probably thought that Finn didn't understand what he implied, nor did he expect him to. But it wasn't the most difficult thing to figure out even for someone as dim as Finn. At that time Finn had pretended not to notice the implications.
This time it might not be so easy.
"Yeah... I mean... I was just about to close up." The quarterback said, motioning towards the sign that hung in front of the booth. It was currently on 'in' and Kurt merely glanced at it before returning his gaze to Finn's eyes.
"You haven't yet." Kurt knew he was probably pushing his luck but he knew what he wanted and he always went for what he desired.
"Um... Yeah," Finn agreed, not finding much else to say. He could've easily just reached over and turned the sign over and avoided the whole situation but something kept him from doing so. He told himself it was because he didn't want Kurt to take it as a homophobic gesture. And it would be rude according to some unwritten kissing booth rules that he suddenly came up with in his head. For some reason, those unwritten rules did not mention anything about not being allowed to kiss customers of the same sex. Finn frowned at the thought and told himself he should probably rewrite those rules in his head at some point, if that made any sense at all.
"So... for a good cause, right?" Kurt asked, more shyly this time, a forced smile on his face as he tried to ignore the pain he was starting to feel in his chest. This was a bad idea. Finn would never agree to kiss him for charity, but he couldn't help but hope for the best and try anyway. And he couldn't exactly back down now. Sure, Finn would regardlessly turn him down but until that happened, there was still the sliver of hope.
Finn's eyes got shifty again in paranoia. If Puck saw this, he would never hear the end of it. The guy was already teasing him about being in love with Kurt at any given opportunity. Finn usually just ignored the accusations and didn't even bother to deny them, instead always shifting the topic to something else to avoid having to talk about it. Not that there was anything to talk about because Finn Hudson was not in love with Kurt Hummel.
But what if he really was? Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Setting his eyes back on Kurt but avoiding looking him directly in the eyes, he carefully lay his hand on top of the future fashionista's, feeling the smoothness of the creamy white skin along with an undeniable spark. He diverted his eyes down to glance at where their hands met in response to the spark.
Kurt's breath hitched in his throat and he didn't allow himself to move for fear of losing this feeling. Finn's hand touching his sent shocks of electricity coursing through his entire body. He could hear his heart beat at about a thousand beats per minute and hoped that Finn couldn't hear it. He was brought back to reality when the quarterback's hand started to slide away.
Finn slid his hand down to Kurt's fingertips until his own fingers reached the five-dollar-bill that was held in place by the countertenor's. "Okay," he heard his own voice say even though he couldn't remember agreeing to that.
Kurt's eyes grew wide as saucers at that implication. "O-okay?" He swallowed a lump in his throat as soon as he heard the crack in his voice.
Finn's head nodded numbly, looking at Kurt's face again before leaning across the booth and waiting for Kurt to do the same.
The countertenor found himself frozen to his spot. The tips of their fingers were still in contact and both refused to pull away.
Finn noticed the lack of motion in the other's body and found himself boldly reaching over with his free hand and gently grabbing hold of the ivory scarf before carefully pulling on it, consequently making Kurt lean forward until their faces were inches apart. He stopped pulling on the scarf, knowing that Kurt would probably freak out about it later when he was thinking straight again, no pun intended. Instead, he found his voice and spoke again. "I can't do this without your help," he said, just above a whisper.
Kurt's eyes shifted from Finn's dreamy eyes down to his lips and back up again before whispering back, not trusting his actual voice. "Okay." His eyes slid shut and he pressed his lips against Finn's, leaning his forward for easier access. Sparks flew everywhere and his whole body felt like it was in heaven.
Finn's hand rested on Kurt's chest after letting go of the scarf and he fought an internal battle in his mind of whether to push the boy away or to pull him closer. He settled on neither, instead pulling away from the kiss completely, realizing that it had lasted way longer than necessary already. He parted his lips to speak but found himself unable to form any words again. Instead, his gaze fell on the lips he'd just been kissing and lingered on them. "Um... five dollars..." He desperately tried to form a coherent sentence but only managed broken up words.
Kurt couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. He regained his flirtatious attitude and gently ran his fingertips across the backside of Finn's hand before completely breaking the contact, as much as he wished to keep it. "You can pay me back with the other four later, Quarterback," he said in a hushed tone, his pitch dropping a good interval, and pulled away from the booth. He sent Finn a wink and turned on his heels to walk away, feeling the giddiness eat him up from inside as he held his fingers to his lips where the texture of Finn's still lingered.
Finn stared after his departing back in disbelief. He kept on staring even long after Kurt was out of sight and was only brought back to reality by his best friend's voice.
"Dude, you okay?"
"Huh, what?" He saw Puck standing in front of the booth with a look of concern on his face. "Y-yeah." He grabbed the bill Kurt had left behind and quickly reached over to flip the sign to 'out', not wanting Puck to get any ideas. "I'm done. Wanna head out?" He placed the jar of money into his backpack and draped the bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure." Puck didn't sound convinced but dropped it, continuing on his way out of the school. Finn caught up with him, trailing behind. He noted that the bill he failed to put into the jar with the rest was still in his hand and carefully pocketed it in the pocket of his letterman jacket, keeping his palm around it to make sure it didn't get lost.
For the rest of the day he couldn't get Kurt's last words out of his mind and they followed him into the night.
Note: I couldn't not write this after seeing Finn's kissing booth. Review please!