A/N:

I'm doing the Kurt/Finn prompt challenge thingy by OrangeAnimals. All of the stories here will be one-shots until I have my own little collection of one-shots. Each chapter will be the new weekly prompt. Just sounds like fun to do, if you've got the time you should go check it out as well.

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Prompt:

Rated K+

Kurt wakes up to a bad dream, Finn comforts him.

BONUS POINTS IF: The dream is about Finn

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The night air was still around me as I breathed deeply in my sleep. My dreams were of sweet nothing, or at least nothing I'd remember when I woke up. This time it was about football. Just watching a game play out, no special twist. It was comforting and made my lips curl into a small grin as I clutched tightly to my pillow in my sleep. That's when that god awful sound pierced through my dream and shattered it. It was a shriek of terror, pure unadulterated terror. Finally I was able to pull myself tiredly from the lovely dream and wake myself up.

I sat up in my bed, blinking through the sleepy haze and darkness. My eyes were sore from not having rested long enough. I looked through the pitch black of night and over to where Kurt's bed was. Kurt, my almost-step-brother was sitting up in his bed. I could only see his silhouette, so I had no idea what he was doing. I reached over and clicked on the light, blinking against the sudden brightness of the room.

"Kurt?" I asked, my voice laced thick with sleep.

Now that I could see better I knew something was most definitely wrong. The thin brunette boy was clutching his covers with a great strength, his hands shaking around the white cloth. His entire body was trembling, and when he turned his head to lock his blue eyes with my brown ones worry struck me deep to my core. It was rare to see Kurt so messed up and vulnerable. I quickly threw off my blankets and moved to sit on his bed. The second I made contact with his bed, he leaned over and comfortably wrapped himself in my arms.

Before, I would have been a bit uncomfortable to be holding Kurt like this, so steadily and intimately, but now it seemed like second nature. Since the whole incident with me calling him a fag and then me dressing like a red rubber superhero and getting back into the house, Kurt and I had gotten seriously close. I was sure his dad would never forgive me, but that wouldn't matter now, especially with the looks Kurt gave him when he looked at me angrily.

Then there was the day Kurt and I got into another fight, all because I wanted to go out with the guys, and he had not-so-calmly said that we had a 'cooking date'. His dad had come in and seen us shouting at each other, but just as he was about to step in and probably kick me out for good, I just got so frustrated that I moved forward and kissed Kurt, making him drop the wooden spoon in his hand and his dad emit a very un-manly noise. I'd been confused for a while but I'd finally come around, and so had our parents, and now Kurt and I were going steady; with constant watch because Burt was always afraid I would violate his baby boy.

Anyways, Kurt's hand clutched around my thin white t-shirt and he shook and shivered against me. I let my hand come up and run through his hair while I made soft shushing noises and moved us so I could slip under the blankets and lay with him in his bed. It was always warmer then Kurt and I were under the same blanket, our bodies reacting to each other and becoming warm. I slunk my arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him close. His nails dug lightly into the skin of my back and I inhaled his scent.

"What happened?" I asked softly, as not to startle him. I knew that despite the hard front he put up, Kurt was as fragile as porcelain.

"Bad dream." He sniffed and I ran my thumb over his upper cheek, catching unfallen tears that were beginning to well up in his eyes.

"You wanna talk about it?" He nodded into my chest and clung tighter to me.

"You didn't want me." He spoke as if he were talking of the dead. I pulled away to look at him in question. "You left me for Rachel, Quinn, Santana, Brittany and this giant talking sour patch kid." I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"A, uh," I coughed to hide a laugh. "A Sour Patch Kid?" He nodded and looked at me, completely serious. "W-what flavor was it?"

"Finn!" He reached up between us to smack me lightly on the forehead. "This is serious." I rose an eyebrow at him. " it was one of the red ones."

"Good, because if it were a yellow one I might be considered a man-whore." Kurt rolled his eyes and tried to pull away but I kept him firm in place. "Okay, sorry. I can promise you I will not leave you for Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Brittany or even a giant sour patch kid. Though that would be awesome." He cracked a smile and I figure now was my chance to take payment for waking me up in the middle of the night.

I leaned down to meet his lips with mine. My own were a bit chapped from breathing through them in my sleep, while his were soft and smooth. I fell deeply into the taste of warm vanilla sugar and strawberries. He moved back against my own lips, our heads moving back and forth to meet each other's rhythm. I let my hand trail down his side, relishing in the shivers it sent up his spine and the goose-bumps it raised on his arms. I swallowed down the choked moans he made as my fingers played against his skin. Slowly I let my fingers play under the hem of his shirt, happy to finally be able to be close with him without one of our parents breathing down our neck.

As if on cue, the light from the upstairs hall came through the door, which we'd been told to leave open at all times. I sighed enraged against Kurt's lips, and pulled back as footsteps came down the stairs. I looked over to see Burt standing there with crossed arms and my mom behind him, rubbing her bare arm in an attempt to warm it from the cold. I shrunk about three feet under Burt's gaze as he took in the scene of me in bed with Kurt.

"Uh, what's going on here guys?" Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against his pillow dramatically. "You wanna go back to your own bed there, buddy?" My mom chuckled under her breath and trailed her way back up the stairs while Burt watched and waited for me to get up.

I gave Kurt a small peck on the lips, our parents having seen us kiss a ton of times, and pulled myself out of the warmth and over to my own bed, which seemed cold now compared to Kurt's. Burt gave a comment on just doing what he does because he loves Kurt before going back up to bed. I turned over the light after getting a last glance at Kurt, falling asleep thinking about Burt's protectiveness over his son.

Of course that didn't change the fact that I woke up with Kurt's small body wrapped in my own taller frame. Our legs were tangled, and he curled into my chest with my arms wrapped possessively around his back. I smiled into his hair before kissing the top of his head, slowly waking him, only to be met with bright blue orbs that melted my soul each time I looked into them.

Don't really care about winning, this isn't my best and it's a bit short for my taste but hey, I tried, right? Plus, it's a good waste of time at 2 : 56 in the morning.

Seriously, you should try writing out the prompts as well, it's going to be a fun challenge.