Kurt wasn't sure what it was supposed to be, but it certainly looked like a piece of shit.
Finn was nodding excitedly, though, his big brown eyes completely begging for praise, and Kurt had no choice but to deliver it. So Kurt grinned, hugged his boyfriend around the waist and gushed out the same lies he did every other time this happened - “I love it” and “you're gifted, Finn.”
Half of Kurt's wall space was already filled with Finn's drawings. Some of them were done with sharpie that had bled all over the paper, some done with slow drying paint that had ended up dripping down his wall on more than one occasion, some just with pencil, but every picture had one thing in common - they all looked like little more than giant blobs of color. He tacked the newest drawing up next to a red and blue painting that he had originally thought was a lake but ended up being a kangaroo.
He really hated lying to Finn, but he couldn't just tell him to stop giving him his “artworks.” Mostly because it was really sweet, but partly because Finn had looked ready to cry when Kurt had asked why that lake was so red. Girls crying on his shoulder he could deal with, because they typically tried to be quiet about it and not get his sweaters too wet, but he was sure boyfriends were a completely different matter. If Kurt already knew all of Finn's dark and dirty secrets, Finn certainly wasn't going to be ashamed of letting his snot and tears soak through Kurt's new McQueen.
Besides Finn hadn't shown his... art, to anyone else. It was their little secret. Everything could have worked out perfectly if it weren't for the fact that Finn can't actually keep a secret.
Now, Kurt can't deny Finn much, so when Finn told him that he and Puck were failing, Kurt soon found himself helping two football players with a science project. All it took was a lull in conversation, all the boys bored after only an hour of work, before Finn rushed off somewhere. He came back quickly, long before the silence that grew between Puck and Kurt could get too tense. The only problem was that Finn had brought his lastest blob with him - the one that really and truly looked like shit. As soon as he saw it, Kurt was frantically shaking his head at him, mouthing “nonono,” but Finn took no notice.
Kurt was sure he would remember those next few minutes for the rest of his life, living in infamy in his memories forevermore as indisputable proof that Puck is a terrible person and Finn is kind of an idiot.
It starts off as most moments between those three did - Finn smiles his adorable smile, Kurt chokes on his water, and Puck does the worst. thing. ever.
“It looks like a piece of shit.” The whole room fell silent. Even Kurt's iPod had somehow muted itself. Finn's mouth was hanging open. Kurt was burying his face in his hands, already mourning his new cardigan. Puck just looked bored.
“But...” Finn starts, and Kurt mentally urged him to shut up, because there is no way to justify the thing in his hands, “but it's Kurt!” And, as Finn's fingers flew over the drawing, pointing out the nose and eyes and ears, and Puck asked where the penis is, Kurt wasn't quite sure which one of them he was more offended at.
Though he does know that as soon as he gets done alternating between pouting and glaring, he's changing into one of last season's sweaters and telling Finn the truth.
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Finn was nodding excitedly, though, his big brown eyes completely begging for praise, and Kurt had no choice but to deliver it. So Kurt grinned, hugged his boyfriend around the waist and gushed out the same lies he did every other time this happened - “I love it” and “you're gifted, Finn.”
Half of Kurt's wall space was already filled with Finn's drawings. Some of them were done with sharpie that had bled all over the paper, some done with slow drying paint that had ended up dripping down his wall on more than one occasion, some just with pencil, but every picture had one thing in common - they all looked like little more than giant blobs of color. He tacked the newest drawing up next to a red and blue painting that he had originally thought was a lake but ended up being a kangaroo.
He really hated lying to Finn, but he couldn't just tell him to stop giving him his “artworks.” Mostly because it was really sweet, but partly because Finn had looked ready to cry when Kurt had asked why that lake was so red. Girls crying on his shoulder he could deal with, because they typically tried to be quiet about it and not get his sweaters too wet, but he was sure boyfriends were a completely different matter. If Kurt already knew all of Finn's dark and dirty secrets, Finn certainly wasn't going to be ashamed of letting his snot and tears soak through Kurt's new McQueen.
Besides Finn hadn't shown his... art, to anyone else. It was their little secret. Everything could have worked out perfectly if it weren't for the fact that Finn can't actually keep a secret.
Now, Kurt can't deny Finn much, so when Finn told him that he and Puck were failing, Kurt soon found himself helping two football players with a science project. All it took was a lull in conversation, all the boys bored after only an hour of work, before Finn rushed off somewhere. He came back quickly, long before the silence that grew between Puck and Kurt could get too tense. The only problem was that Finn had brought his lastest blob with him - the one that really and truly looked like shit. As soon as he saw it, Kurt was frantically shaking his head at him, mouthing “nonono,” but Finn took no notice.
Kurt was sure he would remember those next few minutes for the rest of his life, living in infamy in his memories forevermore as indisputable proof that Puck is a terrible person and Finn is kind of an idiot.
It starts off as most moments between those three did - Finn smiles his adorable smile, Kurt chokes on his water, and Puck does the worst. thing. ever.
“It looks like a piece of shit.” The whole room fell silent. Even Kurt's iPod had somehow muted itself. Finn's mouth was hanging open. Kurt was burying his face in his hands, already mourning his new cardigan. Puck just looked bored.
“But...” Finn starts, and Kurt mentally urged him to shut up, because there is no way to justify the thing in his hands, “but it's Kurt!” And, as Finn's fingers flew over the drawing, pointing out the nose and eyes and ears, and Puck asked where the penis is, Kurt wasn't quite sure which one of them he was more offended at.
Though he does know that as soon as he gets done alternating between pouting and glaring, he's changing into one of last season's sweaters and telling Finn the truth.