The sisters had no more materialized in the dining room of Halliwell Manor, Kurt waiting patiently for them, when Piper's middle child crashed into her.


Air was forced from her lungs in a whoosh. "Chris, I wasn't gone that long!"

"Yes, you were," he argued, mumbling into her midsection.

She held him close and kissed the top of his head. In a way, she was pleased that he was so clingy with her. After her future son's trip to the past, she had despaired that her relationship with Chris was doomed to fail. Instead, the new timeline he had created ensured they were closer than ever, for which she was incredibly glad.

Wyatt and Melinda were sometimes jealous, but Leo always reassured them that they loved their children equally. Only once had anyone ever said anything about Piper's relationship with Chris; Phoebe had warned her sister that she was turning her younger son into a mama's boy. Leo had become so enraged with her that he refused her access to the Manor for an entire month, a punishment Piper wholeheartedly supported.

After her sentence was over, Phoebe admitted she had thought long and hard about her words, coming to the realization that she was jealous of Piper and Chris' relationship because she had never had the opportunity to develop such a bond with her mother.

Piper understood, but it had pissed Paige off. She never said anything, but Phoebe, being an empath, realized she had stepped in it once again. Eventually she and Paige had returned to solid ground.

The boy was suddenly conscious of an unfamiliar pair of eyes upon him and he cautiously turned toward them, peeking out at the unknown stranger. "Hi," he whispered.

Kurt was at once both charmed and uncomfortable. He didn't really know how to relate to children. He hadn't when he was a child himself. Brittany and Quinn had always taken the lead in social situations, with Santana being surly and Kurt himself aloof.

"Hello, Christopher," Kurt said, struggling to interject some warmth in his voice. In truth, he was very happy to meet this new little cousin. Outside of his father and the sisters, the next generation of Halliwells were his only biological family.

Chris wrinkled his nose at the formal address. "Who are you?" he demanded.

Piper swatted him. "Manners, young man! This is Kurt, your cousin."

Chris' eyes widened. He'd heard of Kurt, of course, but usually it was because his mom or Aunt Phoebe was missing him terribly. He'd always been a little jealous of Kurt because Mommy had known Kurt a lot longer.

Kurt wasn't sure what to do. He thought perhaps he should lie very still and then Chris might sniff him and leave him alone. Deciding that wasn't really the protocol for which he should be aiming, he hesitantly held out his hand.

Chris took and shook it in a practiced manner, as though it had been drilled into his head on numerous occasions. "It's nice to meet you!" he chirped.

"It's nice to meet you," Kurt returned, smiling. "I've been wanting to meet you for a very long time."

Chris then turned shy and buried his head once more in Piper's stomach.

Kurt was nevertheless pleased, suddenly very aware that he shared a biological connection with this child. That seemed so desperately important.

Wyatt came storming in from the kitchen, a milk mustache already drying on his face. "There's someone in the house!"

Piper smiled. "I know, sweetie. He has our permission."

Wyatt cocked his head and stared at his mother, finally nodding. "He feels like family."

Piper and Phoebe exchanged an interested glance, wondering if Wyatt was perhaps displaying some unconscious empathic abilities.

"That's because he is," Paige chirped. "He's also awesome."

"Chris!" a voice called. "Did you tackle your mother again?"

A lanky blond man turned the corner from the living room, his mouth open to reprimand his younger son, his daughter latched to one of his legs. He blinked owlishly.

"Look who dropped in to say hi," said a giddy Piper.

"Hi, Leo," Kurt said bashfully.

"Kurt?" he asked in disbelief.

"It's good to see you again."

Leo stared for a moment before holding out his hand and then shaking his head and pulling Kurt into a hug. "Welcome back."

"Thanks," Kurt said softly, voice thick with emotion, returning the embrace with equal force before abruptly withdrawing. His eyes darted around. "It still looks the same," he said almost reverently. He had truly missed the Manor. He drew in a sharp breath. "I still feel her here."

And he did. She was present in every stick of furniture, every baseboard, every book.

"Prue?" Phoebe whispered.

He nodded. "She's everywhere."

It was a decidedly surreal experience. He was keenly aware of how badly the sisters, including Paige, missed Prue; he didn't need to be an empath to feel it. He felt like a heel that he'd had the woman almost all to himself for his entire childhood, watching over and protecting him every minute of every day, but her sisters and their children were denied that comfort.

It wasn't fair and made him very conflicted. He wanted nothing more than to tell them that Prue was still with them, missing and still loving them, but it wasn't his story to tell. He had no idea the ramifications such an admission would cost him, his mission, and Prue herself. It wasn't his place to interfere, an unwanted lesson that he'd had to learn religiously and painfully over the year.

Despite his power, he was not the final arbiter. It was humbling. It always was.

He was startled from his thoughts by a tug on his sleeve. He looked down into the wide eyes of Melinda.

"Did you know Aunty Prue?" she asked sweetly.

He leaned down and smiled. "I did, and you remind me very much of her. You must be Melinda. I'm your cousin, Kurt."

She looked up at her father and then her mother, both of whom smiled and nodded.

"Up, please," she said, raising her arms aloft.

Kurt remembered himself in the same position all those years ago in the hospital daycare center when Prue came for him after his mother had passed. He bent over and scooped Melinda up into his arms.

"What was she like?" asked an awed Wyatt. All of his life he had heard of his Aunt Prue but had never really known her. Once he and Chris had tried to summon her, but they hadn't been able and Aunt Paige had almost caught them. They weren't allowed to practice magic unsupervised.

"She was very smart and very brave," Kurt said softly. He smiled. "She was also funny. She made me laugh more than anyone ever has. She was kind. So kind." He turned toward Chris. "You look a lot like her, you know."

"Really?" asked a surprised Chris. He'd never heard this comparison before.

Kurt nodded. "You have her eyes; my eyes. You have her cheekbones and her hair and her lips."

Piper and Leo looked askance at each other and considered the words, startled to find they were true. When Future Chris had traveled back to their time to save Wyatt, they had kicked themselves for not recognizing him as their own. Never had they considered he also looked like Prue, but the description was apt.

Perhaps, Piper reasoned, she had purposefully blinded herself to the reality. She still didn't like thinking about Prue. It only opened wounds she knew would never close. She then looked more closely at her cousin and noted the resemblance between Kurt and Prue, never before noticing it, though it was plain to see. Looks alone could have proffered a successful argument that Prue had birthed Kurt herself.

And now he had her powers.

It was eerie and probably foreboding.

"We weren't expecting you for another two weeks," said a happy Leo.

"I thought it best to do a test run, so to speak," Kurt said. He smiled. "Piper wasn't very thrilled to find me unattended in P3."

"You're underage, mister," Piper griped.

"Yeah, and then there was the whole witch thing," Paige said.

Leo's eyes widened. "Paige!"

"It's okay, Leo," Kurt said, grinning. "There are no secrets from family."

"Kurt," said a worried Leo, "you need to understand ..."

"He's a witch, Leo," Phoebe interrupted, very serious. "And I think there's even more."

"There is," Kurt said, "which is why we're here. I can't stay long. They'll feel my presence."

"Chris, Mel," Piper said, snapping to attention, "go with your brother and keep yourselves occupied."

The children began protesting as Leo sighed. "Come on, kids. Let's go play a game."

Kurt's arm reached out. "I need you for this, Leo. Wyatt, too."

Leo gave him a surprised look and then a slow nod.

"I can call Coop," Phoebe offered, closing her eyes and summoning her husband, who appeared a moment later.

Kurt openly stared. "Whoa."

Phoebe snickered. "You have no idea."

"I'd sure like to," Kurt whispered to her.

Coop looked around in confusion. "What's going on?"

"Uncle Coop!" Chris shrieked, throwing himself at his favorite relative.

"Hey, Little Man!" Coop cooed, picking Chris up in his arms.

"Where are the girls?" Melinda asked her second-favorite uncle. Henry was her favorite. He was Wyatt's too.

"They're with your Aunt Billie. Would you like to pop over and say hi?"

"Yay!" Melinda cheered.

Chris soured. "Girls."

"You know you love Aunt Billie," Coop countered.

He crossed his arms and gave a disdainful sniff. "Aunt Billie's not a girl. She's a woman."

"I'm going to tell her you said that."

"And she's going to tell you I'm right."

Phoebe gave her husband a quick hug and kiss. "Long story short, this is our cousin Kurt. We need to catch up on ... family business ... and we need Leo and Wyatt. Can you watch the Chris and Mellie?"

"Of course," Coop said, frowning, before turning to Kurt. "Oh, my god," he whispered. "You're ..."

"Yes," Kurt whispered, "and now I have to explain it to them. It's nice to meet you, Coop."

Coop gave him such a sorrowful look, it almost broke his heart.

"What the hell is going on here?" Piper demanded.

Coop took that as an opportunity to grab the kids and fade out to his and Phoebe's apartment.

"Kurt," Phoebe began, "what is it my husband knows that we don't?"

"Who would feel your presence?" Paige added. Her eyes hooded. "Demons."

"They've been quiet," Piper hissed. "Too quiet."

Kurt pressed his palms together and slowly drew them back. A second later, his Book appeared in his hands.

"What is that?" asked an awed Wyatt.

"The Bowen Book of Shadows," Kurt said, "but I think you're more apt to be convinced by your own Book." He looked up toward the ceiling. "Is it still in attic?"

And then he disappeared.

Piper growled as Paige grabbed them all and orbed.

"What did you want to discuss, Buffy?" asked a wary Giles.

Ever since Angel arrived, Buffy had been more on edge than he could ever recall. It was actually rather horrifying, to be honest. She was no longer one to rattle easily.

"Dean Winchester has made contact with Sam and Xander."

He removed his glasses and began polishing them. "Ah. Well, we knew it would happen sooner or later. I assume, then, that he has been informed."

She waved a careless hand. "Faith thought it would be sooner rather than later, but that's not the point. His arrival has set things in motion."

Giles frowned. "What kinds of things?"

She exhaled. "Things only Xander knew, or at least suspected." Her hand shot out and punched through the nearest wall. "And he would have told us if I wasn't such a stupid, selfish, myopic little brat."

"Enough of this," he said, sighing. "Buffy, your schism with Xander has hurt us all, but the blame does not lie solely with you. As suspected, Xander has been keeping secrets, potentially devastating ones, and rather than show some of the maturity I know he possesses, he has been petulant and juvenile."

Buffy arched a brow and burst out laughing. "Oh, come on! You don't really believe that." She shook her head. "Look around, Giles. Out of all of us, Xander is the only one who's married, who's created his own family. He built his home with his own hands. He has a real job. Hell, he's even got his own kids!"

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"He and Sam think of Connor and Dawn as their children, Giles. Faith says the kids are now calling both of them Dad."

"Sam is barely three years older than them," he argued. "Xander is not even ten years their elder."

"They don't care. Angel and I sent them to Xander so he would watch over them and he did. He and Sam became the fathers they never had. Sam was terrified Angel and I would come back to claim them until Dawn said that was never going to happen because she would never agree."

He blew out a breath. He silently admitted he believed Dawn was being somewhat childish in this whole affair, perhaps because when he thought of her he still saw a young girl, not the accomplished woman she had become.

She set her jaw and averted his eyes, slowly and haltingly explaining Dawn and Connor's origins.

Giles was horrified. "And he knew? Xander knew all those years that Dawn was his child and never said anything?"

"What was he supposed to say?" asked a tired Buffy. "He was used as some supernatural lab rat when he was eighteen and suddenly had a teenage kid? Who was going to believe him? Not me. How about you?"

His silence spoke for itself.

She groaned. "Now I understand why he was always so desperate to keep her safe at all costs, why her friendship with Spike so appalled him." She swallowed. "Why he wanted to bring me back. It was for her."

"But then why was Dawn given to you and Joyce?" he wondered. He blinked. "Was Joyce her mother?"

She shook her head. "Tara."

He stared. "Dear god," he murmured as he sat down. "I take it Willow is in the dark." He sighed. "How long as Faith known about this?"

"I don't know. She didn't say and I didn't ask. There were more important things to discuss."

"That doesn't sound good."

"It isn't." She explained about Cordelia.

His eyes misted over. He doubted his guilt over that girl would ever lessen. For three years, she had fought at their side, complaining all the while yet had been an invaluable resource. She had then moved to Los Angeles, continued to fight, and arguably had paid a higher cost than any of them.

He had thought of her as his daughter, as much as he did Buffy or Willow, but had always held her to a higher standard, much as he had Xander. He knew it wasn't fair, that it was wrong of him, and that it had perhaps damaged his relationship with Xander beyond repair. Cordelia, however, had always seemed so far above the others in certain aspects and he knew she had never required his approval. Still, she'd had it and he had never told her. It haunted him now and always would. He had failed her.

"But none of you know precisely what Cordelia is after?"

Buffy shook her head. "The only one who might know is Xander. The fact that he's been able to keep it from us just shows how much he's changed."

He scoffed. "Does it? You'd do well to remember that Xander was always notoriously secretive about his relationship with Cordelia. They were together for months before we had any idea, and had we never known, they might be together still. We all interfered in that relationship."

Her brows gathered. "How did you interfere?"

"I didn't tell him to fight for her. I thought he would reach that conclusion on his own. I thought he would realize that when two people loved each other that much, the glory was worth the agony."

He shook his head. "But he didn't. I handled Xander very badly, Buffy. I never understood the depths of his self-loathing, of his lack of confidence. I interfered by not interfering at all."

He looked away. "For all intents and purposes, that man is my son, but I have never told him how much I love him, how proud I am of him, and both he and I have paid for my silence. I was too consumed with you and Angel, with Willow and her magic, with whatever, er, Big Bad we were facing that week. I never made time for Xander."

"Is Quentin Travers still alive?"

He regarded her with speculation, startled by the abrupt change in topic. "There are rumors."

"Not good enough. I want facts and I want them now."


"Because I'm going to kill him and, once I tell you why, I think you'll want to help me."

He raised a brow.

"When I put Faith into that coma, she was pregnant. Travers ordered the it terminated and then went one step further and had her sterilized. He spayed her like an animal. He killed Xander's child. So now I kill him."

She watched as he turned stark white before color slowly rose his in his face, turning his complexion florid. His eyes brightened with pain and loathing and outrage. It was the most beautiful and awful thing she had ever seen. She'd never told him, could barely admit it to herself, but there had been moment these past almost fifteen years in which Giles terrified her far more than any vampire or demon.

She understood his fury. Regardless of what her relationship with Faith had been back then, she would have viewed that child as a niece or nephew. Giles would have considered it his grandchild. Travers had stolen that from them, and he would pay.

Finally she would be able to do something for Xander other than ignoring him and praying every night he wouldn't go away.

"There's something I need to tell you," said a guilty Connor to his ... fathers.

Xander and Sam edged closer to him, the former wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders. "You know you can tell us anything," he said.

A concerned Sam nodded.

Dawn was much more interested in watching Dean try to assimilate all of the information they had unloaded upon him, painfully reconciling it with what he already knew about the supernatural world. It was pretty funny in a terrible way. She let Nysa take the lead in answering his questions.

Connor exhaled. "I called Faith."

Sam and Xander exchanged a glance.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Xander said quickly. "We know how close you are to her and we're just glad you have someone to confide in."

"She's never lied to you," said a gentle Sam, "and we all know how much you need someone you can trust absolutely. I have that with Dean. Xander has it with Prue. It's okay, Connor. It really is. We'll deal with any blowback."

Xander smiled, proud of his husband.

"She's probably told Buffy and Angel everything," Connor warned.

Xander forced a shrug. "It was coming sooner or later, honey. In the end, our personal conflicts don't much matter in the face of things." He sighed. "I love Buffy. I always will. These years apart were a long time coming, but I can't say I'm not glad it will soon be over. No matter how much she and I might disagree on, well, a heck of a lot of things, I've missed her a lot."

He took a breath. "But things have changed and I think she realizes that. She's not my first priority anymore; she can't be. That's you, your sister, and Sam. We're family. That always comes first."

Sam said nothing, but knew that despite what Xander thought, things would change. However, he was no longer sure they would be for the worse. He could say a lot about Buffy, and he certainly had, but he knew how much the woman loved Xander. Their relationship was unique and frustrating and he knew there a lot of jealousy on his part.

He could never be for Xander what Buffy was, but he hoped Buffy had finally realized and could respect that he, Sam, was now a permanent part of the equation.

"What do you think she'll do?" Dean asked.

Sam turned and gave him a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

"Fuck no, but I'll get there. I'm in this now. I'm with you always, Sammy. I hope you know that."

"It's no longer just me, Dean," Sam said quietly.

"And that's fine," Dean said, looking around and meeting the eyes of Xander, Connor, Dawn, and Nysa. "They're your family, so they're my family. We take care of our own."

And the others got why Sam had so keenly missed his brother.

Leo, Wyatt, and the sisters rematerialized in the attic to find Kurt standing before the Book.

He looked up at the ceiling. "How about it, Aunt Pen?"

The girls felt their grandmother's presence as the pages of the Book began rapidly turning until they finally settled. A silent Kurt stepped aside and the sisters hesitantly approached the podium.

"The Hand?" asked a confused Paige.

Leo ceased breathing for a moment, his wide eyes landing on Kurt who met them unflinchingly. Wyatt watched them with anxious concern.

Piper quickly scanned the entry and then waited for her sisters to catch up. She turned around to face her cousin. "Okay," she said briskly, "obviously this is what you wanted to tell us. This Hand is coming and you're in its crosshairs. If you need help, we're there. It's just that simple."

Phoebe and Paige offered resolute nods.

Kurt smiled, but it was pained.

"You're the Hand," Leo whispered.

Kurt nodded.

Piper sucked in a breath. Phoebe and Paige were horrified.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Paige asked.

He nodded.

"When did you find out?" Phoebe whispered.

He looked away. "The night Mom died."

Piper winced. "This is not fair. This isn't right. This is too much to expect of one person."

He gave her a sad smile. "And how many times have you said that to yourself over the years? How many times have you said that when you looked at him?" he asked, tilting his head toward Wyatt.

Piper gave a broken laugh and a gruff nod. "Yeah, well, at least we were all adults. To put this on a kid is really fucked up."


"Sorry, baby," she said insincerely.

"How can we help you?" Phoebe asked her cousin.

Kurt reared back in surprise.

Paige frowned. "Did you really think we wouldn't?"

Kurt shook his head. "I just want you to be aware of what comes with associating with me. I need you to be on guard. I cannot and will not ask for your help. This isn't your fight."

"The hell it's not," Phoebe argued. "You're family. We do for family. Otherwise, what's the point of living?"

His face was pinched. "You have children now. You have more to consider than me."

Piper shook her head. "You're not getting this. Kurt, you're our family. We're not about to let you deal with this on your own. The bottom line is that this could have been any one of us. It could have been any one of our kids."

"I'm just your cousin!" he protested.

"You're our family," said a passionate Wyatt. "Other than each other, you're all we have. Of course we're going to help you in any way we can."

Piper and Leo were so proud they were fit to burst.

Kurt looked to Paige to interfere.

She smiled. "Nope. I'm on board, honey. The moment you put your arms around me, it was decided. Family is everything."

He blinked back tears and turned away. "There's more."

"Well, of course there is," said a reasonable Piper. "There would have to be. Now tell us everything. We need to know what we're up against."

Santana sauntered into Mike's house as though she owned it, Brittany in tow, both girls waving hello to Aunt Mary and Uncle Peter before heading up the stairs to Mike's bedroom.

Santana threw open the door and pranced inside, startling Mike, who dropped the book he was reading.

"What the hell!" he yelped.

"Please," she said, rolling her eyes and plopping herself next to him. "Tell us everything."

His confusion was obvious. "About what?"

"You and Kurt totally did it!" Brittany squealed.

Mike's mouth fell open. "No, we didn't!"

"Well, you did something," Santana insisted. "We all felt it."

"What!" Mike screamed.

Brittany shrugged. "Kurt's the Hand. We're his Pentad. When something that major happens, we know. We could feel his happiness, his completeness." She tilted her head. "What else could it be?"

Mike blushed to his hairline. "We did ... some stuff."

Santana sidled up next to him and bumped his shoulder. "And?"

"It was amazing," he admitted. "He's amazing."

She studied him for a long time. "I'm really happy for you," she finally said. "And for him. It sure took you both long enough."

Mike flushed further. "I didn't know ... I mean ... "

"That you were hurting him," Brittany said.

Mike sighed. "Is there anything he doesn't tell you?"

"Of course not," Santana said.

He sighed again. "It was wonderful to be that close to him. We didn't do everything, but we did some things. I ... I didn't think it was possible to love someone so much that you don't know where they end and you begin."

The girls exchanged a fond smile.

"We also felt his anger," said a hesitant Brittany.

Mike scowled. "That was my fault. I, uh, kind of brought up Sam at the wrong time."

She winced. "Ouch."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Santana demanded.

He glowered. "I was thinking that as much as I love Kurt and want to spend my life loving him, Sam feels the same way about him. I was thinking that if Kurt didn't and could never feel that way about him, he needed to let Sam go, because it's not fair to let him live in that kind of limbo."

Santana opened her mouth but Brittany cut her off.

"And you're right," she said. "So what did you decide?"

Mike gave a slight smile. "Kurt admitted he loved Sam, too, but was afraid. He was angry with himself for loving Sam, that it somehow meant he loved me less."

Santana rolled her eyes. "What a martyr."

"So are you three together now?" Brittany asked.

Mike shook his head. "We agreed to let things settle a bit between us before talking to Sam. Kurt needs to be sure. I mean, he already is - we both know it - but I don't want him to feel pressured or rushed."

"Would you be doing this if you didn't love Hot Lips too?" Santana asked.

He eventually nodded. "I'd do anything for Kurt. My loving Sam is a bonus, an awesome one, but I'd do it regardless. If Kurt only wanted Sam, then I'd step aside. His happiness is more important than my own."

"No," Brittany said, "it's not, and that kind of thinking is probably why Kurty is upset."

Mike frowned. "What do you mean? I'm doing this for him."

"And that's why he's mad." She shook her head. "Mike, can't you see? Can't you see what the rest of us do when we look at the two of you?"

"Hot Lips being Pentad might have been divinely directed," Santana said, "but so were you and Tink. He's loved you from the moment he first saw you. Sam aside, that's never going to change. You talk about stepping aside if Sam is what Kurt wanted, but don't you get it? There's no world in which Kurt doesn't want you, Mike."

He gave her a startled look. "But I'm just me. He's ... he's ..."

"He's just a boy who loves another boy," Brittany said, smiling. "You're his one true thing, Mike. Kurt and Sammy wouldn't be an automatic if you weren't in the picture. You and Kurt are the destined ones."

He blinked rapidly. "Did you see that?"

"I felt it. We all have. Trust in his love for you, Mike. Being loved by Kurt Hummel is one of the greatest gifts of this world, so be worthy of it. You don't have to worry about how Sam will fit in. As long as you both want him, it will work out."

"Kurt thinks it's weird."

Santana sighed. "Kurt, despite being gay and prissy and brilliant, is very puritanical about certain things. I don't know where it comes from because Uncle Burt and Aunt Suzie were never like that, and neither was Prue, but Kurt, as much as he says he doesn't care what society thinks, still believes in some of its traditions."

"Three people in one relationship scares him," Brittany added, "and he's probably worried that you and Sam might come to love each other more than you do him, and then he would lose you. He's terrified of losing you, Mike. He always has been."

"But why?" said a suddenly enraged Mike. "I would never leave him! He has to know that!"

"Mike," Santana said roughly, "you need to understand what he's dealing with. For as long as he can remember, he's been able to read the thoughts and feelings of everyone around him. That's a huge thing and it's taken a big fucking toll on him. For years he wasn't able to separate out his thoughts and feelings from those around him.

"He finally mastered it, but it rears up again when the people involved are close to him. He probably feels the love you and Sam have for each other and is scared he won't fit in, that there's no real place for him. Losing Aunt Suzanne really messed him up for a long time. Yeah, he had therapy and he talked about it with all of us, but there's always going to be a large part of Kurt that he keeps hidden from everyone else. And that little boy in his head is still waiting for his mom to come home from the hospital."

He dropped his head, blinking back tears.

"It's nothing you've said or done," said a gentle Brittany, "and he understands that Aunt Sue was sick and needed to go, that magic can't fix everything, but he's so powerful, Mike. He feels guilty. He feels he failed his mother somehow.

"He's more powerful than anyone and he feels this tremendous responsibility to the world around him, but he can't fix everything. The problem is that he believes he should be able to do that. He wants to keep us safe. He's terrified something will happen to one of us. If it does, no matter the circumstances, he'll blame himself. That's just who he is."

Mike gave a forlorn sigh. "So what do I do?"

"Do what you've always done," Santana advised. "Just love him. That's all he's ever needed from you, Mike."

"And Sam?"

"Sam knows the score," she said, "and he understands that nothing might ever happen. He knows that, if it does, Kurt will have to set the pace. And he knows that Kurt is always going to love you in ways he'll never be able to love Sam. He's okay with that. It doesn't mean Kurt would love Sam any less, but just in different ways. That's why it's good that you and Sam have hot homo love between the two of you. Knowing you love Sam too will help Kurt realize it's okay to love him."

"Thanks," he said.

"Sure!" Brittany tinkled. "Just make sure when you three finally have sex, Sanny and I are there to see it. We'll even wear our Cheerios uniforms!"

Mike blanched.

Santana leered. "Or nothing at all."