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.”
Uh, yeah, okay. That wasn’t creepy at allllll to hear incoherent mumbling coming from the couch he just tiptoed past trying not to wake Finn up. It broke the quiet he was doing his best to keep with an odd string of barely audible words. Blaine wasn’t sure he could pick out a single English one in the bunch. All his efforts to keep quiet must have failed anyway. Judging that the boy strung out with limbs everywhere cracked one eye open in his direction.
Stepping backwards until he could lean against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest. One hand lifted a few inches to fan an ‘hello’ wave. Blaine kept his voice low as to not wake his boyfriend still sound asleep upstairs. “Um. Good morning to you, too, Finn. Sorry. I was trying to sneak to the kitchen. Kurt asked me over since your parents are in Washington.”
“I figured I’d surprise him with breakfast. Sorry if I woke you up.. Weird dream?” And then Blaine couldn’t hold back the chuckle that lit up his eyes. He watched the other boy joining the land of the living with a warm smile that stayed even after the laughter faded. “I think you might’ve just invented your own language a minute ago. Hope you’re hungry..“
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