Author's Note: Just a bunch of fluff and crack to take the edge off from last chapter. There is also some brotherly Furt fluff thrown in there because of Cory week and the way I miss him is by writing Finn scenes. I'm also sad to hear about Becca and her boyfriend. July is really a bad month, like jeez.

Glad to know you guys are still reading, favoriting, alerting, and reviewing. It really does mean the world to me.

Duet explanations:

Kurt (Bold)

(Jeff) (Parentheses/Bold)

Hope you like it and it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!

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*Warning* for a few curse words and light foreplay.

Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.


(Chapter 21)

"You sure about this?"

"Not entirely."

"But we're doing this anyway?"

"Looks that way." Blaine sighed out, watching the numbers climb as they took the elevator to the floor their band loft was located on. "I mean if you're not comfortable with this, I could just tell them I can't today."

Don't you back out of this now, Anderson!

Kurt shook his head, "Well, I guess I'm still embarrassed by the dramatic exit they saw me perform, and I sort of caught two of your band mates having sex more than once…other than that I'm good though." He chuckled half-heartedly. "But if you're hesitant about this whole thing—you know, introducing me to your friends—I understand that. It says something, about our relationship. Whether people believe in those types of public announcements or not, it's a step. And if you're not ready for other people to judge the idea of us, or at least know about us, I completely understand. It sucks how others are going to a put a label on what we are when we haven't even figured it out for ourselves yet, but I—"

Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's ramblings ones, smiling into the kiss when his last muffled out words finally died out. Then he pecked his lips again, only partially paying attention to the ding of the elevator doors. "Kurt, I'm dating you, we're dating each other, and I don't feel like dating anybody else. Does that sound about right?" The musician shook his head fondly, tugging a dazed Kurt along down the hall.

His eyes fluttered open, because whoa when did he close them, as he let Blaine lead him towards the correct loft. "Y-Yeah. Sounds good. It's just…I don't know. With all the practicing for Baz Luhrmann, I guess we never really voiced what this was."

Not that I'm the type of clingy person who NEEDS verbal validation…I think.

"Yeah, I guess we haven't, but that may be mostly my fault." Blaine confessed.

"How so?"

"Uh…haha…Kurt, I know you decided to stay in New York, but no matter how strong of feelings I have for you, I'm kind of taking this one day at a time." He smirked to himself, "I like the way we've been with each other these last few days, ya know? Learning stuff about you, looking for and practicing different songs with you, and sex. I quite enjoy that last one." Blaine admitted, and laughed at the way Kurt turned his head away in a blush. "We have something here, and I don't feel the need to justify it to anybody but you. Is that—Is that wrong?"

On the contrary…

"That's kind of how I feel about it too. This isn't anybody else's but ours, and when we're ready, when it feels right, our relationship will just define itself." He smiled softly, squeezing Blaine's hand when they finally arrived in front of the loft's door.

Blaine nodded at him, eyes crinkling at the corners with his happy expression. "Cool."

Kurt bit his lower lip as he watched the other knock on the intended door, thinking back to a comment Blaine made when they had been walking down the hallway. "So Blaine, about these strong feelings…" He hinted at playfully, his smile widening as he watched the hazel-eyed man splutter.


"Blaine freaking Anderson! Where the hell have you bee—" Wes paused in his yelling, blinking rapidly when he realized someone else was standing next to their lead singer. "Kurt? Why are you—Oh shit, is Puck with you? Was he supposed to watch another practice set today? I-I-I wasn't aware—"

"No! No, no, no." Blaine chuckled, holding his hands out in a placating manner. "Calm down, bro. Kurt and I just so happened to be hanging out when you called me down here. I didn't think it'd be such a big deal if I just, if he just tagged along."

Wes stared at Blaine, narrowing his eyes before glancing over at Kurt too. "So what? You two know each other?"

That's a safe bet.

"Basically." Kurt provided.

He put a hand to his chin and rubbed it contemplatively. "Are you guys…dating then?"

Kurt glanced over at Blaine, cocking his to side, curious to know what his answer would be too. He just rolled his eyes, "I guess you could say that, yeah."

Wes stared at Blaine again, that unnervingly blank stare he had before turning and shouting across the apartment. "David! DAVID!"


"Blaine needs an intervention!"


"I said Blaine needs an intervention!"

"A WHAT?!"

"For the love of…AN INTERVENTION!"


"Because he's got himself a boyfriend!"

"He's what?!"

"He's fucking the bar owner's brother!"


"You deaf mutherf—" Wes tiredly scrubbed a hand down his face, turning to flash Kurt a hospitable smile. "I'm sorry, but I got to go talk to our band manager. Um…but feel free to hang out here, okay? Excuse me."

The blue-eyed young man had a horrified look on his face as he watched Wes sprint across the practice area where their band equipment was set up in the adjoining room. The minute the door slammed shut was when a mortified Blaine apologetically looked up at Kurt, "Oh my fucking gosh."

I'm going to strangle Wes.

Kurt tried to cool his features, at least managing to no longer look horrified but just a tad on the appalled side. "Maybe we should have waited after all…"

"Waited for what?" Jeff inquired, strolling out of the kitchen with a plate of pizza bagel bites and a bag of cheddar goldfish snacks. "Sup, Blainers? What trouble you've been in now?"

"If 'trouble' is code for 'Kurt' then I'm sure 'trouble' is exactly what he's been in." Nick said saucily, fully implying the sexual innuendo. He strutted out of the kitchen behind Jeff, flopping on a couch against the wall and popping open a can of beer. "Babe, toss me a bagel. Fuckin' starving."

"Here you go, Nicky!" Jeff happily tossed him one, worming his way between Nick and the armrest, stretching out his legs to drape them over his boyfriend's lap. He tore open his goldfish and poured half the bag over the plate of cheesy pepperoni bagels before picking one up to take a bite out of. "So, Blainey, what's with Puck's friend being here? I gotta say, it's kind of weird seeing him again without me being in the middle some sort of sexual act."

And to think, I'd almost forgotten about those incidents.

Nick scrunched up his nose in disgust as he watched Jeff stuff goldfish and a bagel into his mouth simultaneously, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. "Yeah Blaine, what happened? Sebastian didn't feel like coming today?" He smirked devilishly.

Jeff elbowed him in the ribs, "Nick, so not cool." He muffled out around his mouthful.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "And who is Sebastian?"

"He's Blaine's boyfriend." Nick provided.

"EX-boyfriend, you ass. Emphasis on the EX." Blaine glared. "H-He's just this jerk I used to date."

And never will again.

"Oh, is that why you two fucked not even two weeks ago?" Nick asked, but it sounded more like an accusation.

"Whoa." Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"God, Nick. What is your damn problem?!" Blaine took a step towards him, glowering at his band mate.

Nick stood up then, moving Jeff's legs off him even as he squeaked in surprise, and got in Blaine's face. Their foreheads were nearly touching. "My problem is that you're treating one of my friends like shit AND parading your new side-bang in front of us like Seb meant nothing!"

"I was the one who meant nothing and you know it! He's a douchebag, and I can't believe you would take his side…"

"I don't care what you guys think of him. He has been my friend for YEARS, before he was ever your boyfriend."

"Good, he can be your friend. Do whatever you want with him, but I'll tell you this right now Nicky…" He hissed his name out. "I'm through with his games, and I'm certainly through with him."

"Seriously? After everything he's done for us, you're going to kick him to the curb, just like that?"

"You fucking idiot." Blaine shook his head. "Sebastian didn't do any of that for us. He's only ever done anything that benefits him in the long run. Once he's bored with us, he'll toss us aside like a used condom."

"And yet you keep stringing him along—"


"He is not some innocent victim!"

"Well, neither are you!"

"I never said I was!"

"Yeah, right. Oh boo hoo, my name's Blaine and my boyfriend isn't as sensitive or as pathetically sappy as me. Meh meh meh—you whiney little bitch." Nick mocked Blaine, pretending to cry obnoxiously.

Blaine was about to growl something out when David stuck his head out of the room him and Wes were using for their impromptu meeting. "Uh Blaine? Can we speak to you?"

The musician kept scowling at Nick, glaring harshly before answering. "Sure. Be right there." He sneered at him one last time, turning away only to stomp towards the bedroom.

Once the door closed, Kurt realized that he was alone with two of Blaine's friends. Friends who may not like him, and obviously don't approve of Blaine dating him. Well, at least one of them has already made that perfectly clear. He swallowed nervously, about to say something to break the silence when the bathroom door on the opposite side of the room decided to open. Trent walked out into the living room, wiping his hands on his dark jeans. "Hey guys, what I miss?"

Only…a lot.

Oh boy.

"I can't believe you two. Nobody here had a problem when I was with Sebastian, or when I had one night stands. But now that I'm dating Kurt, you guys think it's a bad idea? Nu uh." Blaine told them, fed up with the people he called his friends telling him what he can and cannot do.

David sighed, "Look, Blaine. I'm sure Kurt is a nice enough guy…"

"He's amazing. You'd know that if you just took the chance to talk to the guy, meet him at least."

"BUT he's also the brother of one of our clients. How is that going to look to our other possible clientele when they find out you were with one?" David asked pointedly.

He sighed tiredly, "I don't know, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

Wes huffed, "They're going to think that the only reason you guys booked this gig is because you were sleeping with someone who had sway over the venue. Our shot at the 'Pinn Up' will be written off as one of the band member's boyfriends taking pity on us. Or worse, they'll think every gig we've gotten is because we pimp out our musicians to anyone who might hire us."

Is he serious?

"You're joking, right?" Blaine couldn't believe his ears, were they really this paranoid?

David only nodded along though, not at all disagreeing with their Image Consultant. "It's career suicide, Blaine. Would you really want to jeopardize all that we've worked for, all that we've sacrificed? And for what even? Some dude who's using his position at the club to take advantage of you?"

Blaine's mouth dropped open in shock, that statement physically hurting him. "So the idea of someone actually liking me for ME is impossible, right?" He couldn't help it. He really, REALLY wanted to cry right now.

"No, we're not saying that at all."

"Really?!" Blaine laughed, but it was strained and disbelieving. "Because it sure as hell sounds like it."

"We're just trying to look out for you." Wes clarified.

"As your friend, and as your manager, I don't want to see you get hurt."

Kurt is not the one hurting me right now…

The curly haired man shook his head. "You guys are such hypocrites. Why weren't any of these concerns when I was with Sebastian?"

"That's different."


"You were already with him in high school before we started this band. You guys' relationship is irrelevant to our image. But dating a client, or even someone in relation to a client…it could ruin us." David explained.

"You two can't possibly believe that."

Wes sighed, "It has to be true. Why else would Puck have not called us back about the gig?"

"H-He hasn't?"

"NO!" Wes and David said together, doubly glaring his way.

OH…oh, I see.

"And you guys are blaming me for this. You think it's my fault." Blaine said numbly, trying to seem un-phased.

David pursed his lips before saying, "Well, what other explanation is there?"

"It did look pretty bad after Kurt ran out of here. Puck didn't even comment on our performance, he just ran after Kurt." Wes reminded.

"Because Kurt is his friend."

"EXACTLY!" The Image Consultant shouted, like his point was finally getting across. "So even if you and Kurt have settled this little tiff that you two have had, what's to stop you guys from fighting again?"

"We wouldn't—"

"You would, and you will, because every couple fights. Therefore, what would stop Puck from firing us in retaliation for his friend? Without Sebastian's dad helping us, it's harder to find places to play at. We NEED this gig." David stated.

"I know we do, okay! I know!" Blaine bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head at them. "You two have always put everything on me. Everything is always on me! And I have never complained about it, I have accepted my place in this band, and I know what I signed up for. You twist, and bend, and mold me into whatever it is I need to be in order for this band thing to work. Never once have you asked if it's what I wanted though, but I guess that's my fault too for thinking my friends would take my feelings into consideration when deciding anything, isn't it?"

Or for them to see how much I hate this when I've been trying to scream it at them for past few years.

Wes and David just looked at each other, not knowing how to respond to any of it. Maybe, just maybe, this was the wake-up call they've needed in order to see what their actions have cost Blaine. What their crazy trends and superstitious methods have been doing to him, to everyone in the band for that matter.

Blaine took a deep breath after that, willing himself to calm down now that he wasn't being verbally ganged up on anymore. "Look, my sex life—no, my love life, that's the only thing I have control over anymore. And I'll be damned if I let you take that away from me too."

The Band Manager was quiet while he mulled over Blaine's words, wondering how he's never noticed this and why he never saw this outburst coming. "Blaine, I—"

I'm so fancy!

All three men stopped for a moment, cocking their heads towards the door.

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

Blaine got a weird smile on his face, recognizing that voice. What on earth?

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow

The hazel-eyed musician silently checked out of the conversation he was previously having, definitely more interested in the singing that was coming from the loft's living room.

(I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this.")

(Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is)

(And my flow retarded, each beat did depart it)

(Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department)

(To get my money on time, if they not money, decline)

(And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind)

Blaine curiously opened the door, and what he saw honestly made him laugh. Wes and David following out after him once they heard their friend laughing his ass off.

(So get my money on time, if they not money, decline)

(I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind)

(Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?)

(Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that)

(I be the J-E-F-F, put my name in bold)

(I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw)

Kurt and Jeff had somehow found a couple of over-sized sunglasses and were standing on the couch with a slightly bewildered/slightly ticked off looking Nick trapped between them, singing that song in an obnoxious over the top demeanor. Blaine had to give Jeff his props though. He was pretty awesome at rapping in Iggy's style. Who knew?

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

Nick was about to get up when Jeff lowered himself to straddle his lap, pushing his back against Nick's chest to pin him against the couch. He then reached back to start playing with his boyfriend's hair and caress his neck, fully enjoying the way Nick squirmed in frustration under him, Jeff gyrating his ass against the other's crotch just to tease him.

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow

Kurt lowered his glasses to glance down at the pair on the couch, smirking at Jeff when he shot a finger pistol at him. He hopped off the couch and skipped over to his curly-haired boy, pecking Blaine on the cheek briskly. "Hey babe." Then he was skipping off again, dancing with a buoyant Trent in the middle of the room.

Trash the hotel

Let's get drunk on the mini bar

Make the phone call

Feels so good getting what I want

Nick growled when Jeff's movements were giving him a serious hard-on. Like really, WHAT has gotten into his boyfriend? "I hate that wannabe Nicki Minaj." He grit out, surprisingly not wanting to throw his boyfriend off his lap when the blonde just laughed and continued to dance in his lap.

Yeah, keep on turning it up

Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck

Film star, yeah I'm deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch


Trent clapped his hands in a slow applause, Kurt taking a gracious bow towards Trent, and then to the rest of his audience. "Thank you, Thank you. Oh, I'm humbled. Thank you." He even gave a curtsy, and then he gestured towards the couch. "And a round of applause for our very own Iggy Azalea, my new friend, Jeff." The paler young man lifted his glasses and rested them on his head, proceeding to blow a kiss at him.

Jeff climbed off of Nick and took his own bow. "You are too kind, such a wonderful audience."

Nick huffed at them, standing up and trying to hide his half hard erection by pulling down the front of his shirt. "Jeff, what the hell? You're supposed to be Sebastian's friend, not Kurt's." He spat out the new guy's name.

The blonde stared at him for a second, before asking "Who that, who that? That do that, do that?" Kurt and Jeff cracked up when Nick huffed at them, stomping off towards the bathroom to presumably do something about his problem. Guess that was Jeff's answer to that.

Trent went over and high-fived them both, "That was hilarious. Anyone who can get Nick that mad that fast is freaking awesome. Blaine!" He called his friend's name, "Your boy is coming to our first concert at the 'Pinn Up,' right?"

Blaine didn't answer at first, glancing over at Wes and David. Their Manager was actually grinning somewhat, perhaps finding the whole scenario kind of funny. Who wouldn't? "Yeah Kurt, we'd love for you to be there."

Kurt's eyes lit up, overjoyed at being accepted by Blaine's peers. "Of course I'll be there! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" He giggled, jumping up and down in excitement with Jeff and Trent.

Hazel eyes looked over at David, nodding his thanks. David just shrugged, his expression finally saying 'I heard you.' Blaine glanced back over at Kurt, smiling at how easily he was getting along with his friends, all of them laughing and talking amicably about something he couldn't hear.

Hopefully there's still a concert he can be at.

"Rachel, so what about this song for the audition?"

His stepsister-in-law was scurrying about the apartment, trying to find everything she needed before it was time for her to leave for morning rehearsal. Rachel stopped in her frantic searchings for a minute, glancing at the music sheet. She crinkled her nose, "Ugh, Kurt. You might as well sing something equally overdone from Wicked or Phantom of the Opera. I know you're better than this. If it really is Baz Luhrmann, like Blaine says it is, you have to do something unexpected."

Kurt rolled his eyes once she flitted off again, flopping down on the pulled out couch and groaning into the mattress. "We've been at this all night. We're never going to be ready in time."

Blaine wormed closer under the covers next to Kurt, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his clothed back while he let out a tired yawn. "Or we could just go with my idea?"

"Come What May, Blaine? Really? As much as I think we would slay that song, how many others do you think are going to perform the same thing? If we even consider doing a number from Moulin Rouge, it has to be one that no one else would attempt. Something…unpredictable, ya know?" Kurt explained, tired and a little bit frustrated.

I can't believe the audition is in just a couple of days. How are we ever going to be ready in time?

"That furrow you get between your brows when you're concentrating real hard is so cute." Blaine smiled, gathering Kurt up in his arms and pulling the taller boy on top of him.

"Ah! Blaine!" Kurt giggled sleepily, situating himself so he was between Blaine's legs. "Stop goofing around, we don't have the time to be lollygagging if we want to be serious about getting those roles."

The curly haired male chuckled, running a hand through Kurt's chestnut brown hair. "I am serious, Kurt. I am, but we won't be at our best if we forgo sleep. I know my band practice took away from some much needed preparation time, and I'm sorry, but sleep deprivation won't do us any favors." He rubbed his thumb across Kurt's pale cheekbone, not liking the dark circles forming under his glasz eyes, and then urged him down for a sleepy kiss.

Kurt breathed out through his nose, sighing in defeat when one of Blaine's warm hands snuck under his white T-shirt, pressing up his back until he felt the hem of his shirt get caught under his armpits. He muffled out a laugh against the other's lips, letting the shorter man pull his shirt over his head, the article falling onto the pile of music at the foot of the pull out. "Blaine, we aren't done working, and I KNOW this isn't your proper idea of sleep."

Right now, being proper isn't what's going through my mind.

Blaine yanked the covers over their heads, hiding them from the outside world. "All work and no play makes Kurtie a dull boy." He whispered against his lips, trailing down to nip at Kurt's pale neck.

Then he gasped at the pleasurable bite, easily letting Blaine flip them so his back was pressed against the creaky makeshift mattress. What was left of the sheets on the bed were crumpled and kicked off, remnants of their all night efforts floating to the floor. Kurt threaded one his hands into Blaine's soft curls, arching his back when he traveled lower to suck a nipple in his mouth. He keened when his tongue swirled around the pebbling bud, panting hotly against the blanket covering his face. "Blaine…we can't…R-Rachel."

He chuckled lowly around Kurt, rolling him in his mouth before he moved to do the same to the other one, coaxing the nipple to a hardened peak. Kurt was squirming under him, happy little breaths and whimpers spilling from his mouth. Blaine bit down on the tightened nub, popping off with a smirk when the glasz eyed boy whined high in throat. "She's in the next room." He said simply, kissing down his taunt tummy and breathing in Kurt's blanket warm skin. "You taste good…you SMELL good."

Kurt gurgled vulnerably when Blaine began pulling down his sleep pants, thoughts and fears about exhibitionism sort of dying away when olive hands kept caressing him. Blaine touched him, and stroked him, his flaccid cock chubbing up in the musician's calloused hand. He was pretty sure he wouldn't even notice, or care, if Rachel caught on to what they were doing between the sheets. "I swear if you two are having morning sex in the middle on my apartment, I'm shipping Kurt back to Lima." But Finn was another story.

This can't be happening.

Suddenly, hands left his wilting erection, pants and underwear hastily snapped back onto his hips. Kurt huffed in annoyance, pouting out a glare when Blaine pulled the blankets from over their heads, the shorter man smiling sheepishly and trying to seem as innocent and as adorable as possible. "Heeeey Finn, what's uuuuup?"

Finn's left eye twitched, the two men's flushed faces and obvious positioning giving away the activities they were most likely doing. "Did he spend the night here?"

Kurt scooted out from under Blaine, reaching over the side to grab his shirt and pull it back over his head. "That would imply us actually having slept all night." He slipped his arms through the holes, rolling his eyes when Finn got a constipated look on his face. "Chill bro, we were busy with the audition, not 'getting busy'." His fingers made the obligatory air quotes.

When Finn's mouth dropped open in horror at the insinuation, Blaine realized it was time for him to split. "You know what? I'm gonna jet." He grabbed his jeans off the floor and shoved his legs inside, standing and zipping himself up. "Where's my—"

"Right here."

Blaine smiled, leaning over to kiss Kurt in thanks and taking his offered shirt. He didn't waste time putting on his shoes or his jacket, wanting to avoid an awkward situation with Finn, and was in serious need of sleep…maybe a shower too. "I'm going to see if I can get some semblance of a nap in before I head to band practice again. Um, I know we're supposed to practice later…" The musician awkwardly patted himself down, making sure his phone and wallet were in his jeans and his keys were in his jacket pocket. "What say we just meet at my place this time?"

I can feel Finn glaring daggers at the back of my head. Kinda burns.

He snorted softly, sitting up on the bed and nodding at Blaine. "Sure."

"Awesome. I'll pick us up some food on my way home."

"And I'll be sure to bring the music." Kurt smiled, running a hand through his hair as he turned to leave. "Wait!" He stood up and walked over to Blaine, wrapping his arms around his the other's neck as he kissed him deeply. "Have a nice day."

They ignored the exaggerated clearing of the throat behind them, Blaine swooping in for another lingering kiss. "See you tonight."

"Blaine, are you leaving?!" Rachel finally emerged from the bedroom, noticing Finn by the doorway and smiling. "Hi, honey! You're home." She pecked him quickly on the lips. "I have morning rehearsal so I'll see you when I get back. Go get some sleep, you look a bit run down." The Broadway star patted her husband's cheek, "I'll see you later, Kurt. Blaine, walk me to the subway."

"…it's six blocks."

"I know, which is why it's so nice of you to escort me there."

Honestly, I'm too tired to argue otherwise with her.

"Rachel, you're not the least bit uncomfortable with how he was nearly naked in our apartment?" Finn hissed at her.

She blinked at Finn for a moment, turning to Blaine and asking, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Not at the moment, no."

"See?" Rachel pointed out, "He's gay. Only pants he wants in are Kurt's. We already knew as much when we caught them on the stairwell a few days back."

"That's not making me feel any better." Finn frowned.

The petite brunette sighed, "Finn, you can calm down. I have my pepper spray and my Taser. Everything will be fine." She tugged a hesitant looking Blaine along with her, "Anyways, come on Blaine. I don't want to miss the subway."

"Whatever you say…" Blaine breathed unenthusiastically, submitting to Rachel's request. He waved a helpless goodbye in Kurt's direction, letting out a surprised yelp when he was forcibly yanked out of the apartment, the door shutting behind them. Kurt snickered through the entire thing.

I feel bad that I don't feel worse for laughing.

Kurt yawned again and stretched his arms above his head, loving the feeling of his lean muscles pulling and tired joints popping. "Ugh, am I tired." He was about to just climb into his bed and snooze for the afternoon when his stomach grumbled, Kurt sighing and shuffling into the kitchen for a quick breakfast. "Got anything to eat?"

Finn was giving Kurt an unreadable look, which was weird considering his stepbrother was usually such an open and easy to read book. He shrugged off his slightly damn coat and followed his food-seeking brother into the kitchen. Kurt got some bagels from the cabinet and stuffed them into their toaster, grabbing two glasses from the dish rack to pour him and Finn some orange juice from the fridge. There were mostly liquids and toppings in their fridge. Finn rolled his eyes when he realized Kurt was probably only going to eat a cream cheese slathered bagel, taking out their carton of eggs after him. The shorter brother hopped up on the counter to sit and wait from his toasting breakfast, smiling at his domesticated brother when Finn started up the stove and cracked some eggs into a bowl. "You and Blaine then, it's getting serious?"

Kurt laughed, smiling around his glass as he sipped some orange juice. "I don't think it was ever a joke to begin with."

The bar-owner raised an eyebrow, scrambling his eggs in the bowl and pulling out some milk to add to it. "Is he the reason you stayed? Because it's not like me and Rachel begging you not go was enough for that to happen." When the milk and eggs were mixed he put it into the heated pan, tossing the bowl and the whisky thing Rachel always used for eggs in the sink.

Here we go.

"Finn, there was a lot of reasons for why I decided to stay, also for why I decided to leave in the first place. Blaine may be one of the reasons I'm staying, but he isn't my sole reason for being here. Neither are you, or Rachel." Kurt explained, looking over when his bagels sproinged, sucking his teeth when he realized they were a bit on the black side. Fan-fucking-tastic.

His brother thought about it for a minute, thinking about his answer while he pulled out some shredded cheddar and ground bacon bits from the cabinet. There were mostly used for Rachel's salads, but whatever, he could make do. "But you don't think you and Blaine are moving just a little too fast? What do even really know about him?" Finn pointed out, throwing the cheese and bacon into the cooking eggs.

"He's been singing at your bar for almost a year. Has he given an indication that he's a grade A douche? Because you know, I obviously can't tell what those look like." Kurt said a bit bitterly, fixating his gaze on the makeshift omelet Finn was currently flipping over.

"Kurt…" Finn sighed, finally turning to look at his brother. "I never said that."

"But you impli—"

"No, I didn't. I would never." He stated firmly, fully knowing he would have never done such a horrible 'I told you so' to Kurt's situation. "I just don't want you getting hurt again, okay? Last time that happened you ran all the way back to Lima. You think I want to lose my brother again, over something stupid like a shitty guy?"

Kurt ducked his head, touched by Finn's concerns. "Worried about me big brother?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." He admitted.

Affection welled up in Kurt's chest, hopping off the counter and getting a plate for Finn's food. "Well, thanks and all, but this isn't at all like my last relationship. He encourages me, makes me laugh, puts up with your crazy wife and friends in addition to you…" Kurt smiles softly, "Blaine doesn't tear me down. He builds me up, makes me feel safe enough to want things. Finn, he knows what's it's like to have been hurt by someone he thought he loved, I don't think he would ever do that to me."

And I would never do that to him.

Finn regarded Kurt for a moment, sliding the egg concoction onto the offered plate. "I want to be happy for you, I do. Because—MAN, I get to have my brother back—but I don't know. I guess after last time I just don't like the idea of anyone taking such an interest in you." He turned off the stove and started putting his mess away.

"YOU are an overprotective brother who needs to let go. I'm a big boy remember? You said so yourself." Kurt grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece of the egg, nibbling the slightly overcooked breakfast. Not bad, considering Finn just mastered boiling water a few months ago.

"Maybe." Finn smirked, reaching out to ruffle Kurt's unwashed hair and pulling him in for a brotherly hug. "Just promise me that if something doesn't feel right, with Blaine or anything else, you'll actually tell me this time? Puck even, just…say something? I-I can't handle being so far away from my favorite brother, not again."

Kurt hugged his brother back, careful to balance the fork and plate of food behind the ex-football player's back, pillowing his head on the taller male's chest. "I promise. I'm not going anywhere. New York is my home. It's where I belong, where I've always belonged. There's no way anything like last time will happen, I won't let it."

They hugged for another minute or so, Finn pulling back and clearing his throat to hack up the feelings that were building in his throat. He swiftly clapped Kurt on the shoulder, and then grabbed his orange juice on his way out of the kitchen. "Love ya, little brother."

"Love you too, you big lug." He chuckled, blinking suddenly when Finn left the kitchen without his weird pizza egg thing. "W-Wait! You forgot your food!"

"I ate at Puck's! I made THAT for you!"

A/N: That song was 'Fancy' by Iggy Azalea. Thank you again for all your support! Review?

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Love and miss you, Cory.