Finn hadn't known a lot about Kurt before Glee and their parents got married. He just knew that he was probably, mostly likely gay and he had a high-pitched voice. After Glee, he knew Kurt could play football and sing, but other than that, he still didn't know a lot.

It was one of the first nights in the new house. Finn was getting used to have a room that wasn't... small. And a closet with cowboy wallpaper. It was different- a cool different. His room was also on a different floor. That was also really cool.

Finn sighed, looking up from his laptop. Mr. Schue had them looking up songs and Finn had been at it for what felt like hours. His eyes were swimming with song titles and he could hear the loud lyrics of the few songs he'd listened too. Rubbing his eyes, Finn laid back in his beanbag. Being 6'3 and sitting in a beanbag was kinda weird- his legs were stretched out really far-, but it was really comfortable.

Looking over at his clock, he realized it was 12 in the morning. Wow, it had gotten late fast. Or Finn had been really absorbed in the songs. Either way, he should probably go to bed before he turned into a zombie tomorrow.

There was a flash of light outside and Finn's attention was drawing towards his window. Was it thundering? Setting his laptop on his bed, Finn stood up for the first time in a few hours. He groaned a little, stretching his back before walking over towards the closed window. He pulled back the curtain and- sure enough- rain was plastered on the glass. There was a loud rumble of thunder and Finn dropped the curtain, sighing again. He should really sleep.

He had walked towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and had been walking back when he read it.

It was just barely audible, but Finn paused anyways, waiting.

Sure enough, it came again.

Finn cautiously walked towards the direction it was coming from. It was coming from the end of the hall- where Kurt's room was. His door was slightly ajar. Finn pushed on the door, looking inside. Kurt was on the bed, the blankets thrown over him messily.

That wasn't like Kurt.

"Kurt?" Finn said softly, not wanting to wake his step-brother if he was asleep and Finn was just going insane.

The blankets moved slightly and Kurt's feathery, unbrushed hair appeared, followed by his eyes. Finn could barely see him in the darkness. "Finn?" He sounded congested, like he was sick or had been crying. "W-What are you doing?"

"You okay?" Finn asked, opening the door wider.

Kurt didn't answer.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Finn walked over towards him. There was a clap of thunder and he saw Kurt jump, his hand clenching tigher on the blanket, as if Kurt wanted to throw it over his head again. Finn may not be the sharpest crayon in the marker box, but he could put two and two together. "Are you scared of storms?" Kurt was still silent. Finn stood awkwardly by his step-brothers bed.

It took a while, but finally, Kurt sighed, wiping at his eyes as he glancing up at Finn. "The dark, actually. Storms just make it worse."

"It's okay- it's just a storm."

Good job, Finn. Finn silently scolded himself. Genius plan, dude.

Kurt sighed, shaking his head. Finn's step-brother fell backwards back onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow. "You don't get it." He said softly. A flash of lightning cracked and it momentarily illuminated Kurt's room. Finn was startled to see that Kurt's eyes were red and puffy, the way they got when he'd been crying silently, when he was trying to not let it all go. "It..." He sighed, his breathing uneven and shaking. "It stormed the night she died."

"Wh-" Finn stopped himself, putting two and two together. "Oh..." He means his mom.

Kurt wiped at his eyes again. "Every since then... I just..." Kurt's shoulders shook and his wiped more furiously. Finn hesitantly reached over, gently putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt didn't recoil like Finn thought he would. He sort of leaned into Finn's touch. It felt natural, so Finn sat down and let his arm travel around Kurt's shoulder. Finn's step-brother turned into him, crying into his chest.

Finn was really bad at this stuff. The last time someone had cried this hard was probably when he thought Quinn was pregnant. Or maybe when Rachel didn't get the solo she'd wanted. He couldn't keep track of all the girl emotions. Not that Kurt had girl emotions- he didn't think he did, at least...

But anyways, this was different.

Kurt was his step-brother. Finn should know this kinda stuff. Kurt was scared of the dark? And storms? Finn made a mental note, but seeing as he could barely remember Rachel's number, he was pretty sure it was going to get lost in the abyss called his mind.

"It'll be okay." Finn found himself mumbling. His hand was pulling Kurt towards him, embracing him. Kurt didn't fight him.

Finn wasn't thinking about how much crap he'd have to take if anyone found out about this. He wasn't worried about himself or his reputation or anything concerning himself. His sole focus was on his brother, Kurt.

Burt had been asleep through most of the storm. There was a clap of thunder that finally brought him around. He blinked a few times, looking around the room, trying to figure out where he was. Carole was next to him, still asleep. There was a flash of lightning and Burt's eyes widened.

Kurt.

Kurt hated the dark, let alone storms. Storms made everything worse. Truthfully, Burt didn't exactly love storms either. But Kurt... Kurt's fear was so much worse.

Burt got out of bed, the floor cold on his bare feet as he all but ran down towards his sons room. He was used to going downstairs and into the basement, but seeing as they'd moved, he just had to go down the hall. Burt couldn't tell if Kurt liked it better or worse, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

The door was open wide when Burt reached it. He looked inside, his mouth half-way through his sons name when he stopped.

Kurt wasn't awake and he wasn't crying- he was asleep in Finn's arms.

Burt felt relief come over him and he sighed.

Thank god for Finn.