He was going to eat ice cream in Kurt's car? When Kurt had told him that food was the number one forbidden item? (Number two was canoodling with Rachel in the backseat, a suggestion which had made Finn blush and promise hurriedly. Kurt didn't really believe him.)
Kurt watched irritably as Finn paid for two ice cream cones and returned to the car. When he did, he gestured awkwardly with one for Kurt to roll down the window. Kurt did, fixing him with another disapproving stare.
"I know you don't want to eat this in the car, so come out here," Finn said, thrusting the cone towards Kurt.
"What?"
"I know I made you nervous. So I got you ice cream to make up for it."
Kurt hesitated.
"If you say no, I'll squeal the tires when we pull out. Puck taught me how," Finn retorted, with way too much pride in his voice. Kurt sighed theatrically, pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out of the car. He accepted the ice cream cone, already dripping down onto his hands, and licked at it tentatively. Finn laughed.
"You look like a kitten. Come on, I won't tell Coach Sylvester. Or Mom or Burt. They don't have to know about your secret passion for chocolate ice cream."
"Bad for my complexion," Kurt mumbled, but he still stood there with Finn, leaning back against the Navigator, while they finished their cones. Finn had even remembered to grab a few napkins. He cleaned his hands and offered one to Kurt. They were entirely too rough on his hands, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Do you want to drive home?" Finn asked, examining his fingers for any last traces of chocolate, instead of meeting Kurt's eyes.
Kurt tossed him the keys, smiling just a little. "I think you still need time to get used to driving our baby," he said.
"That sounds creepy," Finn answered, eyebrows twitching, but his tone amused.
"Unintentional," Kurt said, waving a hand, and he climbed into the passenger seat with just a little more confidence than he'd had when they left.
"So can we name her something cool like Drizzle?" Finn asked, tucking himself behind the wheel.
Kurt snorted. "Never," he answered firmly.
And since it was Kurt's car first, Finn didn't complain.
glee -- kurt & finn -- life is too short for traffic 2/2
Kurt watched irritably as Finn paid for two ice cream cones and returned to the car. When he did, he gestured awkwardly with one for Kurt to roll down the window. Kurt did, fixing him with another disapproving stare.
"I know you don't want to eat this in the car, so come out here," Finn said, thrusting the cone towards Kurt.
"What?"
"I know I made you nervous. So I got you ice cream to make up for it."
Kurt hesitated.
"If you say no, I'll squeal the tires when we pull out. Puck taught me how," Finn retorted, with way too much pride in his voice. Kurt sighed theatrically, pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out of the car. He accepted the ice cream cone, already dripping down onto his hands, and licked at it tentatively. Finn laughed.
"You look like a kitten. Come on, I won't tell Coach Sylvester. Or Mom or Burt. They don't have to know about your secret passion for chocolate ice cream."
"Bad for my complexion," Kurt mumbled, but he still stood there with Finn, leaning back against the Navigator, while they finished their cones. Finn had even remembered to grab a few napkins. He cleaned his hands and offered one to Kurt. They were entirely too rough on his hands, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Do you want to drive home?" Finn asked, examining his fingers for any last traces of chocolate, instead of meeting Kurt's eyes.
Kurt tossed him the keys, smiling just a little. "I think you still need time to get used to driving our baby," he said.
"That sounds creepy," Finn answered, eyebrows twitching, but his tone amused.
"Unintentional," Kurt said, waving a hand, and he climbed into the passenger seat with just a little more confidence than he'd had when they left.
"So can we name her something cool like Drizzle?" Finn asked, tucking himself behind the wheel.
Kurt snorted. "Never," he answered firmly.
And since it was Kurt's car first, Finn didn't complain.