A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update! Hopefully there'll be another one soon. Until then, enjoy!
And I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here no more. It might be okay, but I'm not fine at all.
Dinner with the Westons was… interesting. It started off with a bang when Wendy jumped straight to the question she had been dying to ask since the pair had arrived.
"So, Kurt," she began, biting back a grin, "how long have you been dating my son?"
Kurt had been taking a sip of water when the question slipped out, and it took a lot of effort just to keep the water from spraying out of his nose. "W-what?"
"She asked how long you and Brody have been fucking," Audrey mumbled, swirling spaghetti noodles around on her fork.
And now Kurt really was choking. Brody jumped up to assist him, all the while chastising his oldest sister. "Audrey! Did you really have to say that?"
"What? It's what she was thinking—I just thought I'd cut to the chase."
"Well," Kurt cut in as he recovered, "Brody and I aren't technically dating…"
"So you're just fucking then? Makes sense. I never pegged Brody as the monogamous type."
"No," Kurt laughed patiently. "Brody and I have never… engaged in that type of activity."
"So why are you here? Why did I see you practically devouring his face earlier?" at least Kurt knew where she got her persistence from.
Brody grinned at his younger sister, recovering from the initial shock of her bluntness. "Audrey, Kurt is my boyfriend. If he wants to devour my face every once in a while, I have no objection."
"So he is a boyfriend then?" Wendy asked, trying to pull the conversation back to its origins.
Brody smiled, sitting back down in his chair and wrapping an arm tightly around Kurt. "I'd say that's about right. How about you?"
Kurt blushed, "Only just."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sierra chimed in, twirling her long blond hair around her index finger.
"Well, it's just Brody and I haven't been together very long."
"Define very long," Audrey challenged.
"He only asked me out a couple hours ago, actually," Kurt mumbled.
There was silence for a few moments, then Brody picked up, "That's true, but we've known each other since September. I just never really knew how to approach him."
"Are you saying my son—the one that has been synonymous with school flirt since the third grade—was having problems talking to a boy?" Wendy cooed.
Brody just grinned, bowing his head to hide his embarrassment. "Well, have you seen Kurt? He's sort of intimidating."
Audrey looked Kurt up and down, shrugging. "He isn't your usual type."
"I think he's beautiful," Sierra smiled sweetly.
Brody's grin widened as he looked over at his youngest sister. "And right you are, Si."
Now Kurt was the one blushing, "Alright, alright. That's enough of that."
"So how did he do it?" Sierra asked.
"How did he finally ask you out?"
"Well," Kurt began, "I had agreed to come with him here—as a friend—and when we were a couple miles away, he pulled over to the side of the road, and—"
"And I took him to the lake where you and Dad used to take us when we were little. I kissed him, and when he recovered from the shock of that, I asked him."
"That's sickeningly adorable," Audrey laughed. "My brother, the romantic."
"Yeah, Brody. When did you become part of a romantic comedy?" Austin laughed. It was the first time Kurt heard the small boy with brown hair speak, and it was a bit jarring. He looked just like Brody—only a few inches shorter, a little less muscular, and with a voice a few tones higher.
Brody laughed, and the conversation went on. Kurt was perfectly charming. He told stories about the New Directions that had the Westons laughing so hard they nearly cried, and by the time the dinner was over, Wendy was practically planning their wedding. Brody held Kurt's hand under the table for most of the dinner and whispered how happy he was that he fit in so well with the family when he thought no one was watching.
By the time the boys made their way back to Brody's room that night, Kurt had almost forgotten that this was all moving so fast. It just seemed right to be here—to be with Brody and Wendy and the rest of the Weston children. Brody was sitting in the window seat, staring out at the night sky when Kurt's thoughts resurfaced, so he slowly made his way over and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's muscled chest.
"You were amazing tonight," Brody almost whispered, leaning his back into Kurt's touch but not turning to look at him. Instead he watched the reflection in the window of them together.
Kurt caught on to the idea and smiled, "We don't look half bad together, do we?"
"I was thinking the same—" he was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.
Kurt rushed to pick up before the Katy Perry lyrics picked up, cursing himself for having not changed the ringtone back to the default yet. At first, he thought of just ignoring the call, but he knew it would kill him to not know what the caller had to say.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked when he picked up.
"Hi, Kurt," came the voice from the other end of the line. Kurt could still recall a time when all he wanted to hear was that voice, but now all it did was pick at the wound left by the voice's keeper.
"Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you calling?"
"I missed your voice, Kurt. I miss you. So much. I miss holding you, dancing with you, singing with you. I miss when my pillows smelled like you and it felt like I was falling asleep next to you even when you weren't there," the words were a bit slurred as they poured from the boy's mouth, but they felt like a knife stabbing into his chest and twisting around inside of him.
"Blaine… are you drunk?"
A small chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Only on you, babe."
"Blaine, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Why are you calling me?"
"I see someone hasn't changed since we were together. Always busy with your fancy new life and your cool new friends and your amazing new job. Kurt, you have no idea how alone I felt. I was scared you were going to leave me. Everything else in your life was so new and exciting. Why would you have still wanted me?"
Kurt gasped at the words, not knowing how to react. "Blaine, I can't talk about this right now. Y-you sh-shou-should g-g-g-g—"
Brody ran over and took the phone when he noticed Kurt was close to tears. "Look, kid, I don't know you, but I know enough about you to know that you don't deserve someone as amazing as Kurt. Now do us all a favor and hang up your phone. If you want to be mature, call back when you're sober."
As soon as the line shut down, Brody dropped the phone by the window and pulled Kurt into his arms. "Hey, it's okay," he hummed as Kurt collapsed into his embrace, nursing away the beginnings of tears. "It's okay, everything's gonna be okay now. I'm not gonna let him hurt you again," Brody repeated over and over again into Kurt's ear as he led him over to the bed and lay down beside him. He didn't stop until he noticed Kurt's heartbeat was regulating and his breathing had slowed down, kissing the boy's forehead then cuddling up to his side and falling asleep as well.