Many older, wiser writers have told me that the key to being a good writer is to write every day. It doesn't matter what you write, they said, as long as you're writing. So, to keep up with my writing, I'm starting this series of drabbles.

Most will be Furt-centric, but there will also be bits of Klaine, possibly Finchel, and other characters that come to mind. I will try to post one every single day, except for the days when I work on other stories. Some will be short – incredibly short – and some will probably have absolutely no point. There will be happy ones, sad ones, interconnecting ones, impossible ones.

For once, I am not doing this for reviews. They would be much appreciated, but I will continue writing, no matter what. A writer is born a writer, and trying to stop them is like trying to stop the Earth from turning.

So, after that long and unnecessary author's note, I present In Inches, In Miles, In Laughter, In Strife.

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Kurt was really, really annoying, Finn decided. Like, really.

Kurt bossed him around all the time, telling him to clean his room and do his homework and oh my Gaga, he couldn't just drink milk from the carton! That's disgusting! It was like having a second, whinier mother with some serious control issues.

But the worst part? Kurt was friends will all of Finn's ex-girlfriends. Quinn came over frequently to pick Kurt up for trips to the gym, Santana (not a girlfriend, but close enough) hung around some weeknights to get secret tutoring for math class, and Rachel – sweet Jesus, it seemed like Rachel lived at the Hudson-Hummel house half the time, always flitting in and out of Kurt's room with karaoke CDs and DVDs for movie nights. Finn felt uncomfortable in his own home most of the time anymore, and it was all Kurt's fault.

The worst was when Kurt threw sleepovers. Watching Quinn, Santana, and Rachel all running around in their skimpy little pajamas, giggling and chatting and arguing as Kurt sat amongst the group, like some sort of screwed-up harem leader, just taunting Finn and his inability to keep a girlfriend.

So Finn retaliated. The next weekend, single guy from glee club (yes, even Sam) came over for an all-night Call of Duty tournament. Kurt was out late on a "not-date" with Blaine (and Rachel and Mercedes), and was completely unprepared for the sight that met his eyes when he trudged through the front door.

Half the guys were shirtless, most in pajama pants or boxers, and they were yelling and making completely inappropriate noises as the game heated up. In frustration, Puck dropped his remote and wrestled Mike to the floor as Artie cheered them on. Kurt's pants tightened a little, and he glared at Finn, who was wearing his perfected "innocent" face.

Kurt calmly walked up the stairs, resisting the urge to flip off his brother. After all, revenge was something Kurt was a master at.

Three days later, Finn came home to a bunch of half-naked girls in his living room. His mom was sitting on the couch, ooh-ing and ah-ing as the girls twirled around, showing off their swimsuits. Swimsuits. It was March. In Ohio.

"What's going on?" Finn asked, clearing his throat awkwardly. Kurt, who was seated next to Finn's mom, looked over, smirking demonically.

"Oh, the girls and I just got back from a shopping trip in Columbus, and we're showing off the new swim suit styles for Carole, here. Don't the girls look wonderful, Finn?"

Finn bit the inside of his cheek. "Yeah…you guys look…nice."

The girls giggled, making Finn's face turn red. Kurt's smirk grew.

Finn thought carefully about The Mailman, and started inching towards the staircase. Before he reached it, though, he leaned in to Kurt, whispering, "Bring it, Hummel."

Kurt licked his lips, eyes narrowing. "Prepare yourself, Hudson."

And thus the war began.

A day later, Finn called Kurt from the locker room, asking him to bring his gym bag from its spot under the piano in the glee room. Kurt ran so quickly past all of the sweaty, half-naked guys that as he left, the track coach offered him a spot on the team. Finn couldn't stop laughing, and Puck was ready to take him to Ms. Pillsbury's office for completely losing his mind.

A week later, Finn found his computer screen frozen on a scandalous porn sight. Kurt laughed a little too hard when he found Finn pounding on his keyboard. Carole was less amused.

Three days later, Burt stumbled across some questionable magazines on Kurt's desk. Dinner had been so awkward that Finn had to excuse himself multiple times to go laugh in the bathroom.

Two more weeks went by like this, until Finn approached Kurt one evening, waving a sock like a flag of surrender. "Look, man, I don't think our parents can handle any more of this war. Truce?"

Kurt eyed his brother skeptically, then nodded. "Truce. But only because you don't have enough restraint to hide your boner in public."

Finn sighed. "This war isn't really over, is it?"

Kurt shook his head. "It'll never be over, brother."

So, yeah, Finn found Kurt really annoying. But, after all, what else were brothers for?