Llama Turf 2/2
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nightfire_kvalaTitle: Llama Turf
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Rating: M (for swearing)
Summary: Written for this glee fluff prompt. The first time the Hummel-Hudsons tried to combine households the results were devastating. Three days into their second move in, Finn discovers something about Kurt he would have never guessed. Epic!Furt bonding.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; but would probably sell my soul for the rights to Glee.
Spoilers: General season two spoilers, but if you've watched up to 2.16 you're good.
Author's notes: All of the sleep talking bits were actually said by STM; this English guy whose wife records him sleeping. If you want to hear others (they usually post one or two every day), visit sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com. Please be kind; read and review!
Part One
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Finn’s day couldn’t have gone by any slower. By lunchtime, he was seriously considering ditching the rest of his classes and listening by himself. Only the appearance of Kurt, looking somewhat paler than normal stopped him. Instead, he smiled at Kurt, before trying desperately to make time move faster.
It didn’t work, but it took Finn’s mind off of the deceptively small recorder sitting on the shelf above Kurt’s bed for a while. He only got yelled at twice in his afternoon classes, but was almost too focused for football practise – he had to be reminded a couple of times that he was running drills, not playing the game.
Finally though, he made it back home, where his Mom had cooked a fantastic dinner. Usually the best part of his day, Finn was fidgety and didn’t go back for thirds like normal. This garnered a raised eyebrow from Kurt, a concerned glance from Burt, and worried questions from his mother.
After persuading Carole that no, he had not caught a bug of some kind and stuck his tongue out at Kurt, who had drolly implied his unlikely actions were the result of aliens, he managed to get out of the kitchen. Following Kurt down the steps, he was almost bouncing from repressed excitement.
He stopped when he realized Kurt was staring at him like he was insane (to be fair, this was one of Kurt’s favourite looks when staring at him, but still). “What?” Finn whined, “I can’t be in a good mood?”
Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, but couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face at Finn’s expression. “Just – get the tape.”
After fiddling around with it, Finn got it hooked up to the computer. Allegedly, it would download everything that had been spoken the previous night – whenever it was activated.
There were eleven files, which made Finn really excited. Unfortunately, the first four appeared to have been caused by snoring, and only lasted for a minute or two each. Finn looked completely downhearted after the second one played. He really wanted to hear what Kurt had to say subconsciously.
Noticing Finn’s expression, Kurt gingerly patted his back. “You didn’t wake up last night did you?” When Finn shook his head, Kurt continued. “You said that you had woken up for most of my previous speeches, so maybe I didn’t say anything last night.” He seemed a little too excited at that prospect.
However, Kurt had spoken too soon. The next bit of tape had him on it. “Flowers for the lovers, schnapps for the thinkers, death to the vegetarians… I don't care if you eat fish, you give yourself that stupid name, you deserve all you get.”
Finn, after looking over at Kurt (who seemed a little pink but otherwise fine), started howling. A couple of minutes past before he was able to calm down enough to talk. “Kurt, man, what do you have against vegetarians?”
“I’m sure I don’t know Finn Hudson, but I do know your girlfriend is one, so that may be part of it.” The pink had grown to cover most of his face, but Kurt still seemed to be in a good enough mood.
Finn playfully punched the arm closest to him. “No ragging on my girl Kurt. She told me that I’m obliterated to stand up for her.”
Kurt laughed a little, “Do you mean obligated?”
Finn shrugged, unconcerned. “Yeah that makes more sense. Come on there’s like six more files to go through!”
Another three of snoring, which prompted Kurt to ask Finn if he had considered breathe-right strips or some other form of anti-snoring aid, which Finn ignored completely.
Then there were two in a row of Kurt. The first sounded crisp, as if he actually was awake. Finn actually asked him, “Dude – did you wake up at some point just to mess with me?”
Kurt sighed. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever liked you. Really Finn, why would I wake up only to say that my main aim in life was your face, and you'd better watch out? I had such high hopes for you as well.”
Finn crossed his arms and pouted.
“Oh for – let’s just listen to the next one then?” Kurt pressed play, then blushed as Finn immediately regained his good humour.
“Don't come any closer! You'll water down my greatness with your ordinariness. Fuck off!” Kurt sounded almost petulant in this one. Finn, giggling madly, glanced over as Kurt’s eyes dropped and he fiddled with the mouse.
His smile dropped, and he nudged Kurt with his shoulder. “We can stop you know. You don’t need to listen to it if you don’t want to either.”
Kurt raised his eyes, gave a half-hearted smile, and said, “No – it, it’s helping I think. Of course, I’m imaging saying all these things to Rachel, and the face she’d make would be pretty amazing.”
Mock-frowning, Finn pointed a finger at Kurt. “What did I tell you about making fun of my girlfriend?”
Kurt rolled his eyes, but the smile solidified as he played along. “Not to?”
“That’s right.” Finn told him pompously. “We have the one left – do you want to listen to it tonight or not?”
Shrugging, Kurt waved a hand as if to say go ahead. Luckily (perhaps) the final piece was only mumbling – nothing resembling words.
---
After that first hurdle, Kurt grew more comfortable with it. It became routine – after football or Glee, the two would come home to listen to the tape. Finn found unholy amusement in naming the sound bytes according to the message rather than the date. It was part of the glue that held the relationship together – and it continued through their parent’s marriage and Kurt’s transfer to Dalton (he brought the recorder with him, thanking his lucky stars that he had scored a single room through transferring partway through the semester).
Instead of listening to them together, Kurt would send the sound files to Finn every day. The first weekend home however, Kurt was very surprised when Finn unceremoniously plopped down on his bed with his laptop.
“Finn, what are you doing?” Kurt asked incredulously.
“I saved the best ones in a separate folder so you could listen to them as well.” Incredibly, Finn’s cheeks tinted pink. “I – just, this was our thing you know?”
Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to stop the giant grin that was erupting. He only partially succeeded as he responded. “I guess it is.”
Finn grinned, and queued up the player. “This one is my favourite of the ones you sent me.”
Pressing play, Kurt’s voice slurred out, sounding almost confused, “There was so much blood! Oh, there must have been at least five llamas. Totally unprovoked attack by those puffins. I managed to clip their wings. This is llama turf.”
Kurt couldn’t hide the smile. Finn beamed at the visible unwinding of Kurt’s outer layers, and asked, “What were you dreaming about do you think?”
“Honestly Finn, I don’t remember any of my dreams. But anyway, you can’t talk when you’re dreaming – in REM sleep you’re basically paralyzed.” Kurt rolled his eyes at Finn’s wide eyed look of surprise – or possibly terror – before continuing, “I’m only talking during a lighter phase of sleep, and it’s my subconscious firing these off.”
Finn interjected, “I didn’t really understand that, but okay. I have a bunch more saved for you to listen to –” and he moved onto the next one.
---
After that first weekend, it was common to see Finn make his way into Kurt’s room after he came back from Dalton. Even though they no longer shared a room in the new home, the sleep-talking that had helped forge their relationship held it together.
Even after the financial strain of going to Dalton grew too much for Burt and Carole, and they were forced to pull Kurt out just after Regionals, Finn and Kurt would make time for the recordings. However, Finn had been determined to keep Kurt’s sleeptalking ability between the two of them, so he had never mentioned it in Glee – or to Rachel, which was a lot harder than one would expect.
There was one final road bump to Kurt’s acceptance of his sleep talking and that was New York City. New Directions, having won Regionals, would be going to Nationals there. And although the news was met with jubilation (and in the case of Rachel and Kurt), starry eyed fervour, Mr. Schuester’s follow up quickly shut Kurt down.
“And since it’s so far away, we will be staying for a few extra nights. So, everybody, get your fundraising hats on again, because Figgins will not pay for this.” Mr. Schuester’s enthusiasm was infectious, leading to a number of suggestions thrown at him from almost every member.
Kurt, however, was pale. Even with New York almost 11 hours away by car, he had not thought about accommodations at all. The only people he was comfortable sharing a room with were Mercedes or Finn, but if Schue divided them up, there really wasn’t much of a chance of getting someone who wouldn’t bug him about his little problem.
---
When it came time to choose their roommates, Kurt immediately latched on to Finn, even though he had been moving towards Puck. Finn looked down at him, and almost whined, “Dude, it’s not that big a deal.”
Flushing, Kurt peered around Finn at the other Glee members – no one was paying any attention to them. He hissed, “Yeah, but I don’t want them to bug me about it.”
Finn waved a hand in his general direction, “Don’t worry so much Kurt.” As Kurt continued to stare pleadingly at him, he sighed before agreeing to room with him.
While he may have been ok with Finn and Mercedes knowing (after months of de-sensitization), he dreaded the other’s reaction to it. He was silently freaking out about what would happen if Puck knew (although he had been fairly *nice* compared to last year), when Puck came up behind them, draping an arm around each of them.
“Why shouldn’t you worry so much Hummel?”
Kurt froze, eyes wide. For once he was without a snappy comeback, and Puck’s teasing grin faded.
Finn sighed in frustration. “Kurt. Seriously. Just tell them.”
He had made no effort to lower his voice, which meant that more and more people were looking their way, taking in the frozen tableau. Mercedes strode over; she had quickly grabbed Tina when room choice came up and had missed the initial exchange, but she did not like the look of her boy.
When Puck saw the two-hundred pounds of furious black woman bearing down on him, he made the smart decision. Dropping his arm from around Kurt, he hid behind Finn. Who then promptly stepped out of the way.
Puck raised his hands in defence as Mercedes began berating him. He was obviously trying to be nice, not saying anything as Mercedes ranted louder and louder about how Glee club members couldn’t make fun of one another about things they couldn’t help.
“Mercedes!” Kurt found his voice as she poked Puck in the chest repeatedly.
“What boo?” she looked over at him, Puck taking the time to back away from her.
His indignant voice was raised above the clamour of the other students. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! He’s my boy now.” Kurt looked at him incredulously before shaking his head and turning back to Mercedes.
“He didn’t do anything ’Cedes. You shouldn’t worry so much.”
Mercedes deflated, and Puck, never one to quit while ahead, added, “All I asked him about was why he was so worried about the room arrangements!”
Kurt, who had regained his equilibrium, was once again at a loss as the members of New Directions turned to look at him. Mercedes and Finn were both gesturing for him to speak, and Kurt looked down at his hands for a moment to compose himself.
Drawing himself upright, he turned to face Puck. “I was worried about the room arrangements because of what happens when I sleep.” Cutting Puck off – as he was clearly getting the wrong idea – Kurt continued. “I talk. A lot. In my sleep. It’s all very loud and nonsensical, but Finn finds it amusing for some reason. If you aren’t used to me doing it, it’s startling – or so I’m told.”
Puck stared at him. “Dude, that’s it? Have you heard Finn snoring?” As the other glee kids chimed in, Kurt slowly started to relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
---
Their hotel had obviously been a last minute addition to the trip; the Show Choir Nationals Board had been double-booked, leaving over half the teams stranded across town in various hotels. It was New Directions luck that they were among the last to arrive, and so received the last spots in the “Hotel Pennsylvania”, a two star hotel somewhere near the centre in which they were going to be performing the next day.
As the members of New Directions filed into the elevator (Mr. Schue was obviously thankful that they had been able to stay on the same floor), Kurt was feeling pretty good – even with the hassle of reloading their bags into the bus to make their way over.
That good feeling lasted just as long as it took to determine the hotel’s rating was optimistic at best. As Kurt began unpacking, he could hear Puck and Artie’s conversation in the next room rather clearly, and while Puck may have been a bit of a jerk, Artie wouldn’t have gone along with it. Even so, Kurt sighed, and spoke up, “Guys? Can you hear me?”
The conversation halted, and Artie’s voice sounded slightly confused as he answered, “Kurt? Is it just me or are the walls a little thin here?”
Kurt laughed a little, agreeing. “Can’t wait to impress you guys tonight,” he said, smiling at the snickered agreement through the wall before exiting the bathroom. He needed to change for dinner.
---
Finn was wide awake when Kurt spoke, loud enough to be heard through the paper-thin walls of the hotel. He silently cursed. Even with Puck and everybody on either side of them aware of Kurt’s sleeptalking, he didn’t think it would end well. Kurt would be super embarrassed, and they would be divided by tomorrow’s competition – he really didn’t think Puck would be able to keep from bugging Kurt.
“So I can’t swim. And I can’t climb like you. Okay? But I can make fire, and that's you fucked for a start. Fuck off back to the jungle. Jungle pussy! Wah wah wah...PUSSY!” With that final utterance, Kurt jerked upright and awake.
Finn was giggling as quietly as he could, but Puck’s distinctive laughter erupted from behind the wall and he just lost it. Kurt looked at him helplessly, “Oh fuck.” That only spurred them on, more and more people joining in the general merriment.
Kurt groaned, and said, raising his voice a little, “Welcome to Finn’s world everybody” sort of shrugging, even as his face grew hot with embarrassment.
He dropped his face into his hands when Puck uttered reverently, “That was so cool!”
Finn tried to calm himself down, and started, “You were saying *giggle* You said – oohh – you said.” It was no use. He couldn’t stop laughing.
Kurt looked up at him and whispered, “I know what I said.”
Finn cleared his throat and told him solemnly, “Really loud – you yelled it.”
Kurt groaned. “Oh, no, did I?” Rubbing a hand over his face, he continued, “Whenever we go away now, we need to rent sound-proof rooms. It’s too much. I can handle you giggling next to me like a little girl –”
He ignored Finn’s indignant “Hey!” and continued.
“But to have someone giggling in the next room makes me self-conscious.” He sighed, and then fell back onto the bed. Raising his voice again, he commented, “Show’s over folks. We’ll be here all week,” to the renewed merriment of those sleeping beside him.
Finn looked at him curiously. Where were the bitchy comments? The protective anger that he had encountered? “Dude – that’s it?” He was feeling almost let down.
Kurt opened his eyes, furrowing his brow. “What do mean, is that it? Was I supposed to get upset? Angry?” He gave a half-smile, “Finn, you told me yourself that I couldn’t control it, and well, those months of listening to myself give nonsensical speeches has kind of desensitized me to my embarrassment. Yes, I may hurt Puckerman tomorrow if he continually mocks me, but –” colour was rising in his cheeks again, “You helped me through it.”
Finn smiled lopsidedly. It had been a long road, but he felt like they had finally become brothers. “Hey, Kurt? I was thinking about putting up a blog about your sleeptalking and –” a pillow hit him in the face, and Kurt’s voice whisper-yelled through the hotel room.
“Finn! Under no circumstances are you going to put those recordings anywhere near the internet!”
Author:
nightfire_kvalaRating: M (for swearing)
Summary: Written for this glee fluff prompt. The first time the Hummel-Hudsons tried to combine households the results were devastating. Three days into their second move in, Finn discovers something about Kurt he would have never guessed. Epic!Furt bonding.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; but would probably sell my soul for the rights to Glee.
Spoilers: General season two spoilers, but if you've watched up to 2.16 you're good.
Author's notes: All of the sleep talking bits were actually said by STM; this English guy whose wife records him sleeping. If you want to hear others (they usually post one or two every day), visit sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com. Please be kind; read and review!
Part One
---
Finn’s day couldn’t have gone by any slower. By lunchtime, he was seriously considering ditching the rest of his classes and listening by himself. Only the appearance of Kurt, looking somewhat paler than normal stopped him. Instead, he smiled at Kurt, before trying desperately to make time move faster.
It didn’t work, but it took Finn’s mind off of the deceptively small recorder sitting on the shelf above Kurt’s bed for a while. He only got yelled at twice in his afternoon classes, but was almost too focused for football practise – he had to be reminded a couple of times that he was running drills, not playing the game.
Finally though, he made it back home, where his Mom had cooked a fantastic dinner. Usually the best part of his day, Finn was fidgety and didn’t go back for thirds like normal. This garnered a raised eyebrow from Kurt, a concerned glance from Burt, and worried questions from his mother.
After persuading Carole that no, he had not caught a bug of some kind and stuck his tongue out at Kurt, who had drolly implied his unlikely actions were the result of aliens, he managed to get out of the kitchen. Following Kurt down the steps, he was almost bouncing from repressed excitement.
He stopped when he realized Kurt was staring at him like he was insane (to be fair, this was one of Kurt’s favourite looks when staring at him, but still). “What?” Finn whined, “I can’t be in a good mood?”
Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, but couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face at Finn’s expression. “Just – get the tape.”
After fiddling around with it, Finn got it hooked up to the computer. Allegedly, it would download everything that had been spoken the previous night – whenever it was activated.
There were eleven files, which made Finn really excited. Unfortunately, the first four appeared to have been caused by snoring, and only lasted for a minute or two each. Finn looked completely downhearted after the second one played. He really wanted to hear what Kurt had to say subconsciously.
Noticing Finn’s expression, Kurt gingerly patted his back. “You didn’t wake up last night did you?” When Finn shook his head, Kurt continued. “You said that you had woken up for most of my previous speeches, so maybe I didn’t say anything last night.” He seemed a little too excited at that prospect.
However, Kurt had spoken too soon. The next bit of tape had him on it. “Flowers for the lovers, schnapps for the thinkers, death to the vegetarians… I don't care if you eat fish, you give yourself that stupid name, you deserve all you get.”
Finn, after looking over at Kurt (who seemed a little pink but otherwise fine), started howling. A couple of minutes past before he was able to calm down enough to talk. “Kurt, man, what do you have against vegetarians?”
“I’m sure I don’t know Finn Hudson, but I do know your girlfriend is one, so that may be part of it.” The pink had grown to cover most of his face, but Kurt still seemed to be in a good enough mood.
Finn playfully punched the arm closest to him. “No ragging on my girl Kurt. She told me that I’m obliterated to stand up for her.”
Kurt laughed a little, “Do you mean obligated?”
Finn shrugged, unconcerned. “Yeah that makes more sense. Come on there’s like six more files to go through!”
Another three of snoring, which prompted Kurt to ask Finn if he had considered breathe-right strips or some other form of anti-snoring aid, which Finn ignored completely.
Then there were two in a row of Kurt. The first sounded crisp, as if he actually was awake. Finn actually asked him, “Dude – did you wake up at some point just to mess with me?”
Kurt sighed. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever liked you. Really Finn, why would I wake up only to say that my main aim in life was your face, and you'd better watch out? I had such high hopes for you as well.”
Finn crossed his arms and pouted.
“Oh for – let’s just listen to the next one then?” Kurt pressed play, then blushed as Finn immediately regained his good humour.
“Don't come any closer! You'll water down my greatness with your ordinariness. Fuck off!” Kurt sounded almost petulant in this one. Finn, giggling madly, glanced over as Kurt’s eyes dropped and he fiddled with the mouse.
His smile dropped, and he nudged Kurt with his shoulder. “We can stop you know. You don’t need to listen to it if you don’t want to either.”
Kurt raised his eyes, gave a half-hearted smile, and said, “No – it, it’s helping I think. Of course, I’m imaging saying all these things to Rachel, and the face she’d make would be pretty amazing.”
Mock-frowning, Finn pointed a finger at Kurt. “What did I tell you about making fun of my girlfriend?”
Kurt rolled his eyes, but the smile solidified as he played along. “Not to?”
“That’s right.” Finn told him pompously. “We have the one left – do you want to listen to it tonight or not?”
Shrugging, Kurt waved a hand as if to say go ahead. Luckily (perhaps) the final piece was only mumbling – nothing resembling words.
---
After that first hurdle, Kurt grew more comfortable with it. It became routine – after football or Glee, the two would come home to listen to the tape. Finn found unholy amusement in naming the sound bytes according to the message rather than the date. It was part of the glue that held the relationship together – and it continued through their parent’s marriage and Kurt’s transfer to Dalton (he brought the recorder with him, thanking his lucky stars that he had scored a single room through transferring partway through the semester).
Instead of listening to them together, Kurt would send the sound files to Finn every day. The first weekend home however, Kurt was very surprised when Finn unceremoniously plopped down on his bed with his laptop.
“Finn, what are you doing?” Kurt asked incredulously.
“I saved the best ones in a separate folder so you could listen to them as well.” Incredibly, Finn’s cheeks tinted pink. “I – just, this was our thing you know?”
Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to stop the giant grin that was erupting. He only partially succeeded as he responded. “I guess it is.”
Finn grinned, and queued up the player. “This one is my favourite of the ones you sent me.”
Pressing play, Kurt’s voice slurred out, sounding almost confused, “There was so much blood! Oh, there must have been at least five llamas. Totally unprovoked attack by those puffins. I managed to clip their wings. This is llama turf.”
Kurt couldn’t hide the smile. Finn beamed at the visible unwinding of Kurt’s outer layers, and asked, “What were you dreaming about do you think?”
“Honestly Finn, I don’t remember any of my dreams. But anyway, you can’t talk when you’re dreaming – in REM sleep you’re basically paralyzed.” Kurt rolled his eyes at Finn’s wide eyed look of surprise – or possibly terror – before continuing, “I’m only talking during a lighter phase of sleep, and it’s my subconscious firing these off.”
Finn interjected, “I didn’t really understand that, but okay. I have a bunch more saved for you to listen to –” and he moved onto the next one.
---
After that first weekend, it was common to see Finn make his way into Kurt’s room after he came back from Dalton. Even though they no longer shared a room in the new home, the sleep-talking that had helped forge their relationship held it together.
Even after the financial strain of going to Dalton grew too much for Burt and Carole, and they were forced to pull Kurt out just after Regionals, Finn and Kurt would make time for the recordings. However, Finn had been determined to keep Kurt’s sleeptalking ability between the two of them, so he had never mentioned it in Glee – or to Rachel, which was a lot harder than one would expect.
There was one final road bump to Kurt’s acceptance of his sleep talking and that was New York City. New Directions, having won Regionals, would be going to Nationals there. And although the news was met with jubilation (and in the case of Rachel and Kurt), starry eyed fervour, Mr. Schuester’s follow up quickly shut Kurt down.
“And since it’s so far away, we will be staying for a few extra nights. So, everybody, get your fundraising hats on again, because Figgins will not pay for this.” Mr. Schuester’s enthusiasm was infectious, leading to a number of suggestions thrown at him from almost every member.
Kurt, however, was pale. Even with New York almost 11 hours away by car, he had not thought about accommodations at all. The only people he was comfortable sharing a room with were Mercedes or Finn, but if Schue divided them up, there really wasn’t much of a chance of getting someone who wouldn’t bug him about his little problem.
---
When it came time to choose their roommates, Kurt immediately latched on to Finn, even though he had been moving towards Puck. Finn looked down at him, and almost whined, “Dude, it’s not that big a deal.”
Flushing, Kurt peered around Finn at the other Glee members – no one was paying any attention to them. He hissed, “Yeah, but I don’t want them to bug me about it.”
Finn waved a hand in his general direction, “Don’t worry so much Kurt.” As Kurt continued to stare pleadingly at him, he sighed before agreeing to room with him.
While he may have been ok with Finn and Mercedes knowing (after months of de-sensitization), he dreaded the other’s reaction to it. He was silently freaking out about what would happen if Puck knew (although he had been fairly *nice* compared to last year), when Puck came up behind them, draping an arm around each of them.
“Why shouldn’t you worry so much Hummel?”
Kurt froze, eyes wide. For once he was without a snappy comeback, and Puck’s teasing grin faded.
Finn sighed in frustration. “Kurt. Seriously. Just tell them.”
He had made no effort to lower his voice, which meant that more and more people were looking their way, taking in the frozen tableau. Mercedes strode over; she had quickly grabbed Tina when room choice came up and had missed the initial exchange, but she did not like the look of her boy.
When Puck saw the two-hundred pounds of furious black woman bearing down on him, he made the smart decision. Dropping his arm from around Kurt, he hid behind Finn. Who then promptly stepped out of the way.
Puck raised his hands in defence as Mercedes began berating him. He was obviously trying to be nice, not saying anything as Mercedes ranted louder and louder about how Glee club members couldn’t make fun of one another about things they couldn’t help.
“Mercedes!” Kurt found his voice as she poked Puck in the chest repeatedly.
“What boo?” she looked over at him, Puck taking the time to back away from her.
His indignant voice was raised above the clamour of the other students. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! He’s my boy now.” Kurt looked at him incredulously before shaking his head and turning back to Mercedes.
“He didn’t do anything ’Cedes. You shouldn’t worry so much.”
Mercedes deflated, and Puck, never one to quit while ahead, added, “All I asked him about was why he was so worried about the room arrangements!”
Kurt, who had regained his equilibrium, was once again at a loss as the members of New Directions turned to look at him. Mercedes and Finn were both gesturing for him to speak, and Kurt looked down at his hands for a moment to compose himself.
Drawing himself upright, he turned to face Puck. “I was worried about the room arrangements because of what happens when I sleep.” Cutting Puck off – as he was clearly getting the wrong idea – Kurt continued. “I talk. A lot. In my sleep. It’s all very loud and nonsensical, but Finn finds it amusing for some reason. If you aren’t used to me doing it, it’s startling – or so I’m told.”
Puck stared at him. “Dude, that’s it? Have you heard Finn snoring?” As the other glee kids chimed in, Kurt slowly started to relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
---
Their hotel had obviously been a last minute addition to the trip; the Show Choir Nationals Board had been double-booked, leaving over half the teams stranded across town in various hotels. It was New Directions luck that they were among the last to arrive, and so received the last spots in the “Hotel Pennsylvania”, a two star hotel somewhere near the centre in which they were going to be performing the next day.
As the members of New Directions filed into the elevator (Mr. Schue was obviously thankful that they had been able to stay on the same floor), Kurt was feeling pretty good – even with the hassle of reloading their bags into the bus to make their way over.
That good feeling lasted just as long as it took to determine the hotel’s rating was optimistic at best. As Kurt began unpacking, he could hear Puck and Artie’s conversation in the next room rather clearly, and while Puck may have been a bit of a jerk, Artie wouldn’t have gone along with it. Even so, Kurt sighed, and spoke up, “Guys? Can you hear me?”
The conversation halted, and Artie’s voice sounded slightly confused as he answered, “Kurt? Is it just me or are the walls a little thin here?”
Kurt laughed a little, agreeing. “Can’t wait to impress you guys tonight,” he said, smiling at the snickered agreement through the wall before exiting the bathroom. He needed to change for dinner.
---
Finn was wide awake when Kurt spoke, loud enough to be heard through the paper-thin walls of the hotel. He silently cursed. Even with Puck and everybody on either side of them aware of Kurt’s sleeptalking, he didn’t think it would end well. Kurt would be super embarrassed, and they would be divided by tomorrow’s competition – he really didn’t think Puck would be able to keep from bugging Kurt.
“So I can’t swim. And I can’t climb like you. Okay? But I can make fire, and that's you fucked for a start. Fuck off back to the jungle. Jungle pussy! Wah wah wah...PUSSY!” With that final utterance, Kurt jerked upright and awake.
Finn was giggling as quietly as he could, but Puck’s distinctive laughter erupted from behind the wall and he just lost it. Kurt looked at him helplessly, “Oh fuck.” That only spurred them on, more and more people joining in the general merriment.
Kurt groaned, and said, raising his voice a little, “Welcome to Finn’s world everybody” sort of shrugging, even as his face grew hot with embarrassment.
He dropped his face into his hands when Puck uttered reverently, “That was so cool!”
Finn tried to calm himself down, and started, “You were saying *giggle* You said – oohh – you said.” It was no use. He couldn’t stop laughing.
Kurt looked up at him and whispered, “I know what I said.”
Finn cleared his throat and told him solemnly, “Really loud – you yelled it.”
Kurt groaned. “Oh, no, did I?” Rubbing a hand over his face, he continued, “Whenever we go away now, we need to rent sound-proof rooms. It’s too much. I can handle you giggling next to me like a little girl –”
He ignored Finn’s indignant “Hey!” and continued.
“But to have someone giggling in the next room makes me self-conscious.” He sighed, and then fell back onto the bed. Raising his voice again, he commented, “Show’s over folks. We’ll be here all week,” to the renewed merriment of those sleeping beside him.
Finn looked at him curiously. Where were the bitchy comments? The protective anger that he had encountered? “Dude – that’s it?” He was feeling almost let down.
Kurt opened his eyes, furrowing his brow. “What do mean, is that it? Was I supposed to get upset? Angry?” He gave a half-smile, “Finn, you told me yourself that I couldn’t control it, and well, those months of listening to myself give nonsensical speeches has kind of desensitized me to my embarrassment. Yes, I may hurt Puckerman tomorrow if he continually mocks me, but –” colour was rising in his cheeks again, “You helped me through it.”
Finn smiled lopsidedly. It had been a long road, but he felt like they had finally become brothers. “Hey, Kurt? I was thinking about putting up a blog about your sleeptalking and –” a pillow hit him in the face, and Kurt’s voice whisper-yelled through the hotel room.
“Finn! Under no circumstances are you going to put those recordings anywhere near the internet!”
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:30 pm (UTC)I heard of STM thru my sis and she showed me one about a dragon or something. I wish I could find it.
Wonderful writing by the way. :)
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Date: 2011-05-24 07:19 pm (UTC)http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/ is the blog, but since it's in order of date I don't know if you'd be able to find the specific one.