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06 June 2011 @ 11:04 am
fic: (Don't) Put A Ring On It, 2/3  
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. I wish.
Title: (Don't) Put A Ring On It
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: R for this chapter, NC-17 eventually
Pairing: Finn/Kurt
Summary: Finn is getting married and Kurt is the best man. But Kurt wants to kiss the bride groom.
A/N: Thanks go to rebness for beta-ing this! Also, check out the second chapter of mothergoddamn 's twin story here.

Previous: Chapter 1


Chapter 2

Two hours later, they were sitting at the counter of a nearby bar with a considerable amount of empty shot glasses in front of them, the bitterness and tension melted for the time being.

Kurt was feeling tipsy and happy in a surreal kind of way, and Finn was laughing and drunkenly recounting some adventure or other that happened back in Lima, featuring Artie, Brittany and a huge rubber duck, and for a moment Kurt could see the old Finn again carefree and honest and enthusiastic instead of bitter and washed-out at the age of 21. And God, had he missed the sight.

They stumbled back into their old apartment, trying and failing miserably to keep quiet for Miss Bartletts benefit, and collapsed on the couch, still giggling. Well, Kurt was, at any rate, because Finn seemed to have suddenly grown very quiet, and kept just  looking at him.

After a while, Kurt noticed and snorted in a rather undignified manner. “What? Whats the matter? Do I have salt on my nose?” He went a little cross-eyed trying to look down at it. “Im terrible at drinking tequila, you know that, I just…” his voice trailed off, because Finn was still quiet and strangely sombre for someone who was completely drunk although to be fair it took a considerably bigger amount of alcohol to knock the giant dork on his ass.

Kurt wanted to ask again, but his throat had gone strangely dry. Finn was still looking at him with an almost scary intensity, his eyes very dark and his cheeks very pink, and then he licked his lips once and said quietly: “I like guys.”

Kurt frowned minutely. Three totally common words, but combined together like that they made no sense whatsoever. “Finn, you…”

I dont know when it started. I dont know if it was all the time, or if…  And Im totally blown like hurricane-plus-tornado blown but its true.  I like guys.”

Kurt shook his head, because really, it was always up to him to fix Finns mistakes. “You dont like guys. You like girls. Because youre straight!” he said, poking Finn in the chest, pretty proud of his logical abilities even when drunk.  “And straight guys like girls.” The old pang somewhere between his ribs. It never really went away, did it?

Finn nodded, frowning a little, but obviously agreeing. “Yeah. Girls are… I like girls.” Kurt smiled pleasedly. There. All fixed. “…I like guys, too.”

Kurt did such a powerful double-take he almost fell off the couch. “Finn!” he squeaked. “Stop it! Its not funny.”

Dude. Youre telling me. Its like poet… poem… epic justice.”

Poetic. And you dont like guys. Really, Finn!” he scoffed.

Yeah, really. Ive had these dreams, you know… so vivid, its like being 15 all over again, except with the wrong gender. In one of them--”

I dont want to know!” Kurt covered his ears, then dropped his hands when he realised he couldnt hear his own voice. “I dont want to know about your… your wet dreams. Look, Finn…” he took a cleansing breath. “All of this stuff? Its just because youre messed up!”

Finn shook his head, still strangely composed, which was irritating, considering he was usually unable to move without his limbs flying all over and producing casualties. “No,” he said shaking his head. “Noother way round. I think actually that Im messed up because of this.”

Oh, dont be an idiot. Look, it makes sense. Say youve been feeling trapped by your life; by your impending wedding, which is about the epitome of everything straight. Say you feel unsatisfied with yourself. Say your brain whose functioning I gave up trying to understand years ago decides to convince you of this just so you have an excuse for feeling so confused--”

Say I went to this gay bar and made out with a dude and got hard from it?”

Kurt choked on his spit. “What?!” he shrieked, because what!

Finn nodded solemnly. “Totally. I know it was wrong cos I was dating Quinn and everything, but I had toI had to know. And… yeah. I guess Im, uh, yeah. Bi.”

Kurt closed his eyes, trying to think beyond the tidal wave of freak-out that was building behind them. “Okay. You… youre bi. What does this even have to do with anything? Quinn will be okay with it, as long as you dont bring it up in front of her mother, her friends and possibly any shared acquaintances you have. So shes the one you should be telling. Why are you here at all? Why are you telling me?”

Finns mouth did that thing where his lips quirked up, except it was too rueful to really be called a smile. He leaned closer, only a little, and when he spoke his voice was softer. “Dont you know? Kurt… cant you tell?”

Tell what?” Kurt complained, annoyed, except a moment later it all clicked into place. The intense way Finn had been looking at him. The fact that the tips of his ears had been blushing all the time they were out drinking, something which was usually reserved for particularly interesting reruns of Baywatch. His shy, awkward posture on the couch right now and--

Oh my God. Oh my sweet, sweet Gaga!” he gasped, feeling suddenly painfully sober. “Finn, youre notyou arentyoure not attracted to me, are you?

Dude.” This time it was a real smile, the trademark Hudson smirk. “Took you long enough.”

Kurt shot up from the couch, clutching a pillow to his chest. “No. This is a joke. Its sick. Youre sick. What do you even think youre doing, getting engaged and then crashing through my door with your identity crisis and your sob-story of broken dreams and your newly embraced bisexuality? I dont want to be in this mess!”

Kurt, man, calm down, I just…” Finn got up in turn, his hands raised in a peace offering. “Im not gonna make you do anything! I just thought maybe… I know that you used to like me, you know, way way back, and so I figured that maybe…”

Maybe? Maybe what, Finn?!” Kurt could feel his shock turn into anger. “Oh, I see it now! Youre dealing with the scary, evil non-conventional sexuality, so you thought youd come here and get your kicks from the faggy stepbrother, because of course Im so desperate that I have nothing better to do than pander to your hard-ons, and furthermore Im friends with both you and Quinn, so I wont say anything--”

Stop it!” Finn yelled, grabbing him by the arm. It was done in desperation more than actual anger, but the height and bulk of the other man were still enough to shut Kurt up momentarily. “Thats not what… its not… its not a fucking experiment! Didnt you listen? I already have experimented! Do you think I would do that to you? Think I would just, I would use you like that? After… after everything?

Finn sounded genuinely hurt, and Kurt, irate as he was, had to admit it didnt sound like something the other man would do. He ran his hands across his face, sighing wearily. “No, I dont think that. Sorry. But… this is crazy. Totally, totally crazy. Lets just… lets go to sleep and forget all about it, and tomorrow youre going to go back to Lima and to your fiancée.”

Finns face fell and his mouth worked soundlessly, like he was trying to get something out but it hurt too much to make sense. “But… but I miss you!” he whispered eventually, his voice breaking a little. “I didnt even know at first, because I was so used to being around you, but I miss you so freaking much…! Ill be doing something anything just watching TV or talking to Quinn or our parents, and then I realise youre not there and its likeits like all the air got sucked out of the room.” He looked at Kurt, totally lost.

Kurt swallowed, feeling his eyes start to sting, and no, he really had to avoid this, truly. He couldnt let Finn get to him. That wasnt something he did anymore. So what if he felt exactly the same way? So what if he missed even the stupidest littlest things like drinking warm milk together at the kitchen counter? It didnt matter. None of it mattered.

Finn, I…” he tried to say as much, but his locked throat would not cooperate, and Finn moved closer, a way-too-tall presence in his personal space, taking Kurts hands in his large, impossibly warm ones, thumbs rubbing soothingly.

Please, Kurt...”  He really needed to stop being so devastatingly, annoyingly earnest. He also needed to stop leaning forward like that because it was way too close, way too close.  “I know you still like me. I can tell…”

Kurt considered slapping him across the face for the sheer arrogance of that, except it wasnt arrogance, not really, it was just Finn being Finn, running his mouth with whatever his heart was feeling. And God, he was right, too, wasnt he?

He didnt realise a tear was rolling down his cheek until Finns fingers dried it, and then he was standing up on tiptoe and tilting his head back and Finn was leaning down and they were kissing.

It took Kurts brain a good few seconds to catch up with the rest of his body; to register that Finns lips were warm and full and a little chapped, and his mouth was wet and inviting, andwow, he sure could use his tongue. Of course it made sense that Finn would be a practiced kisser, considering his girlfriends always took an insanely long amount of time before even letting him get to second base, but Kurt hadnt expected him to be quite that good.

Not that it would have mattered, really, because when your longest-standing, never-fulfilled crush who incidentally happens to also be your first love lays one on you out of the blue, chances are youll think its the most amazing kiss ever, even if he has all the technique and finesse of an orang-utan. Kurt, it turned out, was no exception to the aforementioned rule, if the shaky feeling in his knees was anything to judge by.

Finn had one arm around his waist, holding him steady, and Kurts hands found their way to the back of his t-shirt and made fists there, clinging tightly as he licked into Finns mouth, tasting, discovering.

They really should stop, Kurt knew as much. They should at least stop to breathe, if nothing else. Except he didnt want to stop, not ever. Finns lips left his with a soft, wet smack, and he kissed the line of Kurts jaw before catching his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling on it, and Kurt actually moaned.

His hands dropped to Finns hips, sliding under the t-shirt to caress hot skin. A pant escaped from Finns lips into his own, and Kurt felt himself get aroused, just from that. It was unacceptable, thats what it was. This hadnt happened to him since he was sixteen, for heavens sake, back when he was lusting overoh. Right, yes.

Finn… Finn, I--” he tried weakly pushing the other guy away, because he was not going to face the humiliation of being freaked out on when Finn realized he was hard, but Finn was apparently having none of it.

Its okay. We…  it’s fine, totally fine…” he mumbled, in-between sucking at Kurts neck, slowly working his way towards the hickey of the century; he started maneuvering Kurt away from the living room, and they stumbled and shuffled towards the kitchen, not really knowing why.

Finn pushed him with his back to the kitchen counter still kissing, always kissing, tongues touching, open-mouthed and dirty and when he pressed his body flush against Kurts it became painfully clear that he had good reason to be okay with Kurts arousal, a very obvious, very concrete reason currently poking into Kurts thigh.

Youre--” Kurt half-gasped into the kiss.

Told ya,” said Finn, lightly, but the pink in his cheeks grew one shade darker. “Is it, um, are you?” he inquired, probably reliving every indignant shriek hed ever received from outraged girlfriends.

Totally,” Kurt reassured quickly, slinging his arms around Finns neck and pulling him back down into the kiss. A moment later, Finns fingers were undoing his shirt buttons, fumbling a little and oh my God, Finn Hudson was stripping him.

And okay, that maybe unhinged his reason a bit, because maybe, just maybe, his hand snuck down all by itself and started palming Finn through his jeans, and then Finn was groaning and kissing along his exposed collarbone, and this was so, so wrong but oh, it felt so fucking right.

Kurt hooked his thumbs into Finns t-shirt, tugging determinedly. “Off. Now.

Finn immediately raised his arms, but by the time the fabric hit the floor he already had his hands all over Kurts chest, stroking, squeezing his hips, mapping out the pale expanse.

A shiver ran through Kurts body as he kissed down Finns jaw, every sensation shooting straight to his groin. He made a noise in the back of his throat that he hoped didnt fully qualify as a whimper, because he needed to be touched like yesterday.


Yes… yeah.”

Finn looked a little dazed, pupils blown wide with desire, but eventually he accomplished with the indirect plea. Strong arms wrapped around Kurts waist, hoisting him up on the counter, moving in even closer when the slighter man spread his knees apart, their erections finally pressed flush together.

And Kurt was about to take control, he really was, but apparently Finn, although coming from a life of straight-like-an-arrowness, was familiar enough with the concept of grinding, and oh,fuck, yes! so he tightened his hold on the other mans neck and just went with it, shifting, arching, as Finn drove his hips into Kurts over and over, faster, harder and then

--and then Kurt moaned and threw his head back, helpless, and he came. In his pants. In his expensive, expensive pants, and he would have been beating Finn to death with a kitchen spatula right then, if he hadnt still been tingling with the post-coital buzz.

When the ringing in his ears subsided and his eyes regained focus, he noticed Finn was still standing close, very much not freaking out, looking like a cat who ate the entire fucking supply of cream, and with a mess in his jeans to match Kurts.

They were breathing heavy, arms still encircling each other, lips less than an inch apartand that should have been the moment when they started kissing all over again, slow and heady, but…

As Finn leaned in, Kurt stopped him, his hands vice-firm on the other mans shoulders.

Finn,” he whispered, mortified. “What are we doing?”

Well, we…we… you know…?” Finn made a terribly vague gesture, looking honestly amazed that he had to explain this to Kurt.

No, Finn!” Kurt gave him a little shove, hopping down from the counter. “I mean, what are we doing? Youre getting married! In three days!”

Three and a half,” Finn protested, sullen.

It doesnt matter!” Kurt hated the way that the more heated his voice got, the higher it rose, and it was doing nothing to lessen his frustration. “What the hell are you thinking? You cant just, cant justyoure going to walk down an aisle and say vows and--”

But I dont want to!”

I dont care! You should have thought about it beforeand what, do you think you can just show up here and expect us to, expect me toyoure an idiot!”

Back the hell up, I didnt hear you say no or anything, so--”

So what, Finn? It doesnt make it okay for you to screw everyones lives up because of your eternal indecision! Your problem, Finn, is that you dont know what you want!” Kurt bent to retrieve Finns t-shirt from the floor, trying somehow, someway to fix the mess, make it disappear.

Yes, I do!” Finn was getting angry too, his voice louder, his jaw set hard. “It seems pretty damn obvious to me, that this is what I want. And you know it, so stop being such a hypocrite!”

Yes, fine. Of course. This is what you want. Im sure its your deepest aspiration to be my boyfriend and march in the annual gay parade.”

ImIm getting there, okay? This is still pretty new to me, all I know is that I want to be with you and…”

Kurt didnt let him finish. “Exactly, Finn! This is new to you! Youve been feeling this way for, how long now? One week? Two? Three, tops? Its not the same for me, Finn! Its not weeks for me! Try months. Try years. And Im not even sure I everGod!” He wasnt sure when hed started shouting, but he couldnt seem to stop.

You dont know what it was like, Finn! You cant even imaginejust… just watching you everyday and… well Im not going back there! Im not going to let you in, only to fall on my ass and watch you go back to the comfortable straight life the moment you get tired of this!” he yelled, his eyes stinging dangerously, his chest heaving.

Finn was staring at him wide-eyed, open-mouthed, any fight blown out of him under the weight of Kurts distress. He looked like he was aching somewhere, and had no band-aid to make it better.

But Kurt…” he said, weakly, his voice raw with feeling. “Kurt, I lo--”

Dont!” Kurts eyes widened in fear, as if Finn were about to fling a curse at him. “Dont,” he repeated in a whisper. He took the step separating him from the tall man and shoved the crumpled t-shirt in his hands.

Go sleep in your room,” he ordered, his voice carefully even. “Youre getting on the first plane back to Lima tomorrow morning.”



He headed towards his bedroom, ignoring the way Finn was clutching at his t-shirt like a little kid whose dog had just died, and the quiet defeat in his simple “Im sorry.”

Me too. Go to bed, Finn. Its the right thing to do.”

But later on, as he lay awake in bed, waiting for tears that wouldnt come, he couldnt help but wonder, right for whom?


The next morning neither of them talked much. Kurt made coffee, and Finn managed to finish all of Kurts cornflakes, which Kurt was pretty sure had been more than half the box.

Then Finn called a taxi, picked up his backpack, and in a matter of minutes Kurt was closing the door on him, slumping against it.

That was when the tears came.


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Vicki: Finn half out of framemyownghost on June 6th, 2011 11:01 am (UTC)
Oh, poor boys! I hope Finn doesn't marry Quinn, whatever happens with Kurt now. :/
Absinthe: Rockstarabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 11:08 am (UTC)
Aaah, who knows?;) The 3rd chapter will solve this.
Vicki: Finn thoughtfulmyownghost on June 6th, 2011 11:12 am (UTC)
I will be hopeful now, having seen your winky face. *g*

It tends to tear me up when Finn's all sad. He's such a teddy bear. :D
Absinthe: Uniqueabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 11:17 am (UTC)
That he is. A huge, dorky teddybear.
Bettina Dawesmothergoddamn on June 6th, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)
Aha! That was great. And again your Kurt was completely spot on. Loving the angst!
Absinthe: Glee - No Airabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 12:50 pm (UTC)
Merci, my dear! I'm trying to work on my Kurt-skills, as usually I write from Finn's pov.

...speaking of, how do you feel about roleplaying?
Bettina Dawesmothergoddamn on June 6th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)
You're doing him great!

Ah, not a fan of RP, am afraid. Becky made me be Finn once. Under duress.
Absintheabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 02:43 pm (UTC)
Now you're making me blush! \o/

...b-but... but RP is life!
do you got room for one more troubled soul?: [G] ♪I Just Can't Turn Away♬aoitsukikage on June 6th, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC)
*sigh* Oh, Finn. He has the best intentions and the worst timing. I swear...and as hard as it was to read, Kurt did the right thing in pushing him away.

Although I really hope he won't have to for long! Can't wait for the next part!!
Absinthe: Glee - Smileabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
Ah, well, you know Finn... he just listens to whatever he's feeling at the moment and rolls with it. I find it sort of endearing. Of course it can have pretty disastrous consequences, lol... but hey, someone has to act a little crazy.

Lovely rebness just sent it back, so it will be up tomorrow, on schedule!:)
xbiankisxxbiankisx on June 6th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)
oh my heart! >.< I love the way your write :)
Poor guys :(
Absinthe: Armand - Oopsabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 09:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Yes, poor them really. I'm such an angst bunny.
daisy70daisy70 on June 6th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)
Great chapter.It is very sad that Kurt always tries to do the adult of the situation and the right thing, even if he is badly suffering in doing it.He just wants that this" huge, dorky teddybear" reciprocates his love and that he will not change his mind.sigh!
I can't wait for the next chapter.
Absintheabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
Kurt has a way of pushing people away to protect his vulnerable side sometimes, yes.:(

Up tomorrow!
Madame Librarian: kiltmetaken_with_you on June 6th, 2011 08:06 pm (UTC)
GAAAAAAAAAAHK! This just *devastated* me. Utterly. I iz dead.

I love Finn's earnestness, his honesty, it all felt so true to his character, and Kurt would totally react the way that he did.

Can't wait to read pt 3.
Absinthe: Rockstarabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 09:15 pm (UTC)

But OMG I'm glad you liked it!:D It's always a relief when people think my characterisation is spot-on.

Part 3 will be up tomorrow!
Rebnessrebness on June 6th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
You know I love it, bb. Characterisation's fantastic. :D
Absintheabsinthe90 on June 6th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you! <3

(Asdsfjkdshfkdjf I just read the last chapter of mothergoddamn fic. ;____; My endless Kinn creys. She writes them so well, hence why I feel stabbed now. THIS WASN'T WHAT I EXPECTED.)
Jimmy Petstore: glee | THEN YOU'LL BE LIKE snoopypez on June 7th, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
gjhdgjkadskl this is SO GOOD. So so good.

/deepest comment ever
Absinthe: Glee - Smoothabsinthe90 on June 7th, 2011 07:57 am (UTC)
iskra667: L&L by Dany&Danyiskra667 on June 7th, 2011 08:22 pm (UTC)
sweet! looking forward to NC-17 the sequel! :D
Absinthe: Louis - Fuckabsinthe90 on June 7th, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)
NC-17 is all the fun!:D
coco_newt: misskurtcoco_newt on June 7th, 2011 06:52 pm (UTC)
Uhhh. Keysmash? Capital letter freakout? Gif packed spazzy fanning? I don't know what to do here.

I LOVE this so hard it's making my brain hurt. I feel so bad for Finn and for Kurt, and they are fireworks together. Totally IC, sweet, and believable. Finn is bi, and that's canon as far as I'm concerned. THIS pretty story (*pets it*) is so his future that I want to thank you for apparently living in my head and writing something that feels so genuine and accurate for future!Furt. You're too awesome. Become immortal and write this stuff forever.

"Kurt, I lo--"

Yeah, Finn. :'-( We know.
Absinthe: Glee - Squee!absinthe90 on June 7th, 2011 10:40 pm (UTC)

Finn is bi, and that's canon as far as I'm concerned.

I could go on for hours and hours about this and all the little clues I see in canon. Right now I'm just thinking of two screen-shots where he's blatantly ogling Mike and Sam's ass.

I want to thank you for apparently living in my head and writing something that feels so genuine and accurate for future!Furt. You're too awesome. Become immortal and write this stuff forever.


Thank you so, so much!