When Kurt's mom died he would never have thought that his dad would re-marry. He honestly didn't think he would. He had never expected his dad would find interest in anyone like that again. That was until his dad met Susan.

Kurt and his dad had been alone for 11 years. They had a great relationship, and even though Kurt's teacher in the younger grades had expressed their concerns of Kurt not having a female role model they had done pretty well.

It was a grey Wednesday afternoon when Burt Hummel came home and was happier than Kurt had ever seen him. He had got a date with a woman he had been support person for, for a few months. She had left her husband after their 13 year old son told them he was gay and her husband had a fit. Burt Hummel offered guidance to parents with homosexual kids after having gone through it himself, so when she came to him for guidance nobody raised an eyebrow.

As their relationship gradually moved forward Burt's mood also picked up. It didn't take long before they decided to move in together, and not soon after they announced their wedding. Kurt was thrilled. He loved seeing his dad this happy, and he was always excited to hang out with Susan. She was a lively woman with a great sense of humor and style. She took Kurt all the fancy places when they went shopping and she didn't find it strange to take him to the nail salon. No, Burt Hummel had got a wife and Kurt had got a friend.

Two friends actually. When their parents had realized their relationship was serious they agreed that their sons should meet. So they had a family dinner and let the boys have some alone time to get to know each other.

Susan's son Blaine was three years younger than Kurt. He was still struggling with his identity and coming to terms with his sexuality and the fact that his dad not only couldn't accept it, he had simply tried sending Blaine to an institution to be "cured" - that's when Susan had packed her bags and her son and had left the city. Kurt knew there was a lot more to the story, no one had told him anything more, but he could feel that there was something he didn't know.

Kurt got along great with Blaine. They quickly found that they had a lot more in common than their gender and sexuality, so they made friends in no time. Blaine was awkward; he was very shy and insecure. It took a long time for Kurt to get him to open up to him, and it took him even longer to convince him to sign up for glee club. He only really socialized with Kurt, so Kurt did his best to help him fit in with the other members of glee.

Kurt loved the long evenings he and Blaine would spend together. They would watch TV or go over issues of Vogue and talk about everything and nothing. Kurt had never had a friend he could truly share everything with so he treasured his time with Blaine greatly. Especially since Kurt was now on his senior year of high school and was standing with one foot out the door headed towards New York - all alone.

xXx

If had been difficult for Blaine to adjust to the changes there had been in his life over the last few years. Not only with his family and his school - but also with his body. Sure, every teenager goes through some biological changes when they're that age, but to Blaine it was harder.

How did he know that? To be a teenage boy is hard enough, but to be a gay teenage boy is stressful - only thing was that Blaine wasn't just any gay teenage boy. No, Blaine was a gay teenage boy with a vagina instead of a penis. Something his father definitely hadn't been happy about.

To add fuel to the flames of the bonfire that was Blaine's catastrophic body issues he was also in love with his brother. Alright, it really wasn't as gross as it sounded - but Blaine knew that to other people it was and he was terrified anyone would ever find out. Especially his family - especially his brother.

Kurt was only Blaine's brother by parental marriage. They hadn't even grown up together. They had actually only know each other for around two years - but that was enough. Ever since Blaine had met Kurt for the first time he had known that Kurt was all he could ever dream of - and it had only grown stronger since.

Kurt was gay as well. He was confident and fabulous. He was determined to make something of himself and he never excused for being who he was. He was a killer performer and never let anyone go down without trying to help. In short; he was everything Blaine wished he could be. And it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous as hell too.

When Blaine went to bed at night he thought about Kurt. When Blaine got up in the morning the first thing he thought was whether Kurt would join him for breakfast. When Blaine was in the choir room all he could do was look at Kurt and blush whenever he smiled at him. Blaine was struck hard.

As hard as all of that was it wasn't even the hardest part. The hardest part was the nights when their parents weren't home. Blaine and Kurt had made a ritual out of the evenings their parents were out of the house. They would adjust their schedules to spend the night together on the couch watching black-and-white movies in their pajamas while eating sushi an fruits. Whenever something funny happened Kurt would laugh heartedly and touch Blaine's thigh lightly, or when something sad happened he would clench his hand. Sometimes he even hid his face against Blaine's shoulder when watching something scary. All of the actions that made Blaine want to drag him close and ask him to never leave.

Only really comforting thing was that Kurt never had a boyfriend. Blaine felt terrible about it but he couldn't help fearing the day Kurt would announce that he had a boyfriend and Blaine would be forced to meet him and be nice to him and act like the supportive brother he was supposed to be.

xXx

It had been a horribly long day and when Kurt came home to find that his favorite scarf had a stain he was ready to throw himself in front of a bus. Or maybe just go into hibernating until after Christmas where everything good would be much closer.

It was only October and senior year had already turned out to be a way harder task than expected. It wasn't the classes or anything, because he was a good student and had never really had any problems about that - it was more or less everything else.

Being a senior meant more responsibilities, more stuff like class president election and being a good example to the rest of the school. It also meant that the morons of the school had realized it was their last chance of harassing Kurt and apparently they had decided to not let it pass. Add to that Rachel was much more on her toes about anything and everything, which meant that she was much more on Kurt's back.

"Is anyone home at all?" Kurt called out throughout the house when he entered. His dad's car wasn't in the driveway, so he figured that he had probably taken Carole out.

Sure enough, there was a note on the kitchen table and money for take-out. Kurt's mood dropped a little because he had really hoped for one of his dad's pep-talks when he got home. If anything could get Kurt's spirit up it was his dad explaining him that the men of the Hummel-family never quit.

Unfortunately he would have any of that tonight, so he went upstairs to shower. Apparently not even Blaine was home, and to be honest the world did look a little more hopeless at the moment.

When Kurt was done showering and had smeared himself in all his favorite lotions he slipped into his favorite pajamas and went downstairs to see if there was any way he could ever save his scarf from that nasty stain of coffee. Only thing was that when Kurt came into the kitchen his scarf wasn't on the table where he had left it.

As he could hear the TV in the living room he decided to go see who was home. Blaine was on the couch watching a documentary about Marlon Brando, very absorbed in the program.

"Blaine. Did you move my scarf? I put it on the kitchen table before I went to shower, but it's gone," Kurt asked. He had no idea why Blaine would move his scarf. It hadn't been in the way and it wasn't like it was so dirty that it was gross to have on the table.

"Oh hey. Didn't hear you. Yeah, I saw it was stained so I removed the stain. It's in the washing room for drying now," Blaine said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He had touched his favorite silk scarf. Someone had actually tried getting something off his favorite silk scarf, and it wasn't someone who was authorized. What else could Kurt do than storm to the washing room to get an overlook of how terrible the damages were and whether or not it could be saved or at least covered up.

When he returned to the living room he was definitely not as worked up as he had been when running to the washing room. In fact, he felt a bit confounded.

"You removed the stain completely. It's gone. I can't even find it there," he said.

Blaine turned around and stared at him like he had fallen from the sky, or only now concluded that water was actually wet.

"Yeah. Should I have only taken half of it?" He asked, not really sure where Kurt's problem was.

"No. I mean. Thank you. I thought it was ruined. The stain was huge. I was already planning a funeral for it," Kurt said embarrassed.

"That would have been pretty sad. It's a lovely scarf. Next time hurry to rinse it with cold water, and if it's not enough just dub it with club soda," Blaine shrugged and returned his attention to the screen.

Kurt walked over to sit on the couch next to Blaine. It was nice. He had thought he would spend the evening alone, and with that he would undoubtedly be even more depressed than he had been when he came home - but hanging out with Blaine always made him feel a little lighter. Even when neither of them said anything and they actually didn't do anything but share a couch.

Blaine shifted a little in his seat. It was weird how he could always feel the change in the atmosphere whenever Kurt entered the room or sat down next to him. It wasn't like they were sitting close or anything; Kurt was at the other end of the couch - it was simply the knowledge that he was there that made everything turn inside him.

It was hard not to send him sneaking glances from the corner of his eye. Kurt had dragged his feet under him and was resting his head on his arm that was curled over the armrest. He looked completely exhausted and Blaine had to stop himself from not offering a massage. He could smell his shampoo and lotion all the way to his end of the couch, and the way he looked so small he was nearly begging to be held.

When the torture became too much he stumbled to his feet, and watched Kurt follow him with his eyes. He went to the kitchen where he thumped his head against the refrigerator a couple of times before he ordered some food. He made some tea and returned to the living room.

"Here. I uhm… green tea with lemon. I just figured you could use it," Blaine smiled and put the mug on the table in front of Kurt.

He loved seeing his face light up whenever he was surprised in a good way. If anything in this world could make Blaine's heart dance twist it was Kurt's smile and sparkly eyes.

"Thank you. God, Blaine, you are so sweet," Kurt beamed and sat up to grab for the mug. He choked down half of the tea and he could already feel himself relax a little. He had no idea how Blaine knew it was his favorite tea or how he had figured out how much he needed it at that point, but he really didn't care; Blaine definitely knew how to make him feel better after a hard day.

"I uhm… I also took the liberty of ordering your favorite pizza. Double cheese and no meat. Just seems like you need a lazy evening," Blaine told and sat back down.

The documentary he had been watching was almost finished and it bummed him out a bit because he had really been looking forward to it, but on the other hand did Kurt's shiny eyes make more than enough up for it.

"You didn't have to do that. Admittedly I had been fearing the thought of having to make a decision regarding food, but -" Kurt put his mug down and sighed.

He didn't have to say anymore. Blaine would just brush it off if he tried thanking him, so Kurt simply smiled and sunk back in the couch cushions to let the rest of the tea ease him down.

"I'm really happy that our parents met," Kurt said softly and watched Blaine's mouth crack in a grin that made his cheeks seek for his eyes. That smile was the most adorable thing ever.

"Me too. We have it pretty good here," Blaine chuckled back.

I like being with you, he thought and hoped Kurt didn't see him blush.

When Kurt had heard that his new step-brother would be three years younger than him he had feared it badly; young teenage boys could be such a pain and immature, how did his dad expect him to make friends with someone like that?

Now he couldn't imagine a life without Blaine in the house. How he had ever been lucky enough to end up with such a sweet, adorable and considerate guy to share house with would forever be a mystery to him, but he wasn't going to ever stop appreciating it.