finn hudson.

Finn was definitely a heavy sleeper. A heavy, UNATTRACTIVE sleeper at that. Mouth open, drooling, snoring. He definitely ticked every box, and had he not have grown closer to Blaine over the past few months, he would have been embarrassed. Luckily, he had started to hang out with Blaine a lot. He was around the house a lot to see Kurt, and Finn made the effort to get to know him. He could be his future… STEP-BROTHER IN LAW.

He grumbled a husky ‘GOOD MORNING’ as he rubbed his eyes and sat up a little. “Dang.” He cleared his throat as he woke up a little more, and took in his surroundings. “I must have fell asleep watching Alien vs Predator… Then dreamt about it..” He shook his head, and stood up from the couch and approached Blaine in the kitchen. “You know what’s so AWESOME about you and Kurt? You’re the first dudes who have ever made me breakfast. Seriously. When I crash at Puck’s, we sleep ‘till lunch time and then make some hot pockets. I don’t know if I can actually make anything besides toast. How’d you get so good at cooking?”

“Alien vs Predator, huh?  I’m not sure I’d want a dream based off any of those movies.  Alien or Predator.”  Blaine grinned tucked his chin towards his collar with a joking grin curling the corners of his mouth, “But?  That would explain the sounds I heard when I was coming down the stairs.  I wasn’t sure if a human could make them.  Turns out?  You shattered that doubt in two seconds.”  His grin grew before he took a deep breath, eyes sparkling as a silent chuckle broke free.  “I’m kidding.  You might have been,” his right hand lifted from his left forearm and gestured towards Finn and the sofa, “all over that thing.  No Predator noises, though.  Or Alien.  Promise.”

“Hot Pockets at noon,” he nodded tsking wistfully as if he was disappointed he missed such a bountiful meal of microwaved cardboard contained food.  “Brunch of champions.  I hate to disappoint but I was thinking of pancakes, eggs, and toast?”  A thumb jutted over his shoulder before he answered the question.  Instead, Blaine turned towards the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at Finn and waving for him to follow talking louder as he walked away.  “I, um, just had a lot of practice.  Come on.  You can help me crack some eggs.  Who knows?   Maybe you can graduate to flipping a pancake or two.”