Finn is tapping some random beat on his knees with a pencil, Puck is messing around with his guitar, and Artie is just... Artie. We are currently trying to put together a project (at Finns house) that Mr. Shue asked us to do for Glee Club. Of course not one of us can agree on a Motown song. Then again I wonder if Finn and Puck have ever even heard of Motown.

"Why arent you at home to meet your new step-brother?" Finn voices, ceasing the tapping.

I shrug. Its not like I really need a step-brother for instance. Ive lived my whole life being an only child, Im sixteen, whats the point? Besides, he is probably some homophobic ass hole, just what I need. I could be wrong, really shouldnt judge the kid before Ive even met him but... theres always a chance. "Ill meet him another day," I answer, which may or may not be true. My father has been in a long distance relationship with his new wife for going on 6 months. He always flew out to see her every other weekend and they eloped a couple weeks back. Hence why I have yet to meet this mystery brother.

Before Finn can say anything else his Mom (a lovely woman named Carole) brings sandwiches into the living room. "Here you are boys, its a little past lunch time!" She smiles and walks back into the kitchen.
"Kurtfffff," Puck says through a mouthful of ham and cheese. "Finfsrught-"

Artie swats him in the back of the head, "Swallow, idiot."

Puck gulps and glares at Artie. "As I was saying, Finn has a point, you should really be there instead of here. We can always put this together another time." When has Noah Puckerman ever made a sensible statement other than this?
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Its around dinner time and my boyfriend, Sebastian, is waiting for me outside Finns house. I think were going to a party or something, Im not entirely sure, he didnt specify. I grab my bag and head for the front door but Im stopped by my best friends hand. Finn sighs and looks down at the floor, "Just... dont get into any trouble all right?"

I send him a weak smile before he lets go of me.

Once Im in the passengers seat of Sebastians car his lips are immediately attacking my neck. "Miss me?" he mumbles, and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I give a small nod, closing my eyes and exhaling slowly. "Good," he states, putting the car in drive and speeding out of the neighborhood. "You remember Wes and Nick, dont you?" he asks, not even bothering to stop at the stop sign.

Yeah, Im always surprised I havent died while in a car with him yet. "Yeah," I mutter, rolling down the window a bit.

Sebastian hates using the heater and air conditioner in his car. Absolutely hates it.

"Were going to their house for a party. I think well stay until about midnight and then youre all mine for however long after that."

And when Im all his, Im all his.

*******

After a long night of drinking, dancing (to Sebastians pleasure), and being fucked for an hour straight, Im dead tired when I get home. Of course my curfew was a few hours ago so I have to sneak in through my window. Not like its anything new, though. I knock a few times on the window and can see the shape of my step-brother stirring. Come on, shit face, I would like to get inside soon.

When he finally opens the window the first question that pops out of his mouth is, "Who are you?"

Seriously, what the fuck? What kind of question is that? Its not like Im some thief trying to get in by knocking on a window. I mentally roll my eyes. "Kurt. Let me the fuck in," I grumble.

He steps back. "You know there is a front door, right?"

No shit. I hold up my phone to show him the time. "Past my curfew," I state, getting off the sill and shutting the window behind me. I remove my jacket and throw my phone on my bed, trying to decide if I want to take a shower or not.

After a few moments I decide shower but my step-brother steps in and introduces himself. "Blaine," he says, holding out a hand.

I shake it quickly and pull off my shirt. "Kurt, but then you already knew that," I tell him, folding up the shirt halfway before tossing it in the clothes hamper. I begin walking towards the bathroom and the kid follows me like some kind of puppy. "Our bathroom," I mutter. Or actually... really... "Or at the moment, my bathroom," I add, shutting the door in his face.