Kinda waaaaavered from the prompt a little, but I hope you like it anyway.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
Kurt rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before the car jerked forward and he fumbled wildly for the handhold above the door. His head jerked around and he fixed a worried stare on Finn, who was, thankfully, looking at the road.
"Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
It made sense now that they were a one-household family. Finn didn't have a car of his own, so the boys could share. Carole needed hers for work, and so did Burt. The problem was, Kurt was a little overprotective of his car - within reason, he thought, given that Finn was running into doorframes and tripping over himself without the aid of a motor vehicle.
But Burt had been firm, and Finn had agreed to let Kurt ride along on a test drive to prove his worth. Kurt had agreed, since he really didn't have much choice in the matter. Maybe Finn would end up being a great driver and he wouldn't have to bite his nails every time the Navigator left the driveway.
He shut his eyes as Finn braked harshly at the end of the drive.
"See, I saw him coming," Finn said in a tone that was supposed to be reassuring. Kurt groaned.
*
It was one of the most stressful drives of Kurt's life. Finn drove marginally better than he danced, speeding down straight roads and following too closely behind slow drivers. He turned widely and he didn't always remember to signal. Kurt was mentally counting down the days - perhaps hours - until his Navigator was sold for parts and the two of them ended up sharing a much cheaper car. He kept texting Mercedes with depressing predictions; she sent him back lolcats and hopeful reassurances.
Finally Finn decided it was time to turn toward home. Kurt sunk down in his seat, made sure the seatbelt was in place, and shut his eyes again. When the car stopped, therefore, he figured they were home. He unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hold on," Finn said. "I'll be right back."
Kurt sat up and looked around; they were parked (more or less in one space) in front of a local ice cream parlor. The car door slammed (Kurt winced), and he watched in amazement as Finn went up to the window.
glee -- kurt & finn -- life is too short for traffic 1/2
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
Kurt rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before the car jerked forward and he fumbled wildly for the handhold above the door. His head jerked around and he fixed a worried stare on Finn, who was, thankfully, looking at the road.
"Don't worry so much, Kurt. I got this. I have my license and everything, just like you," Finn answered. He pressed down on the accelerator again, and this time the car moved more smoothly - back down the driveway. Finn looped his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, which is something Kurt might have enjoyed several months ago before Finn moved into brother territory and out of crush territory. And he might have enjoyed it more, too, if he wasn't letting Finn drive his baby.
It made sense now that they were a one-household family. Finn didn't have a car of his own, so the boys could share. Carole needed hers for work, and so did Burt. The problem was, Kurt was a little overprotective of his car - within reason, he thought, given that Finn was running into doorframes and tripping over himself without the aid of a motor vehicle.
But Burt had been firm, and Finn had agreed to let Kurt ride along on a test drive to prove his worth. Kurt had agreed, since he really didn't have much choice in the matter. Maybe Finn would end up being a great driver and he wouldn't have to bite his nails every time the Navigator left the driveway.
He shut his eyes as Finn braked harshly at the end of the drive.
"See, I saw him coming," Finn said in a tone that was supposed to be reassuring. Kurt groaned.
*
It was one of the most stressful drives of Kurt's life. Finn drove marginally better than he danced, speeding down straight roads and following too closely behind slow drivers. He turned widely and he didn't always remember to signal. Kurt was mentally counting down the days - perhaps hours - until his Navigator was sold for parts and the two of them ended up sharing a much cheaper car. He kept texting Mercedes with depressing predictions; she sent him back lolcats and hopeful reassurances.
Finally Finn decided it was time to turn toward home. Kurt sunk down in his seat, made sure the seatbelt was in place, and shut his eyes again. When the car stopped, therefore, he figured they were home. He unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hold on," Finn said. "I'll be right back."
Kurt sat up and looked around; they were parked (more or less in one space) in front of a local ice cream parlor. The car door slammed (Kurt winced), and he watched in amazement as Finn went up to the window.