Chapter 2

Finn merged out of the bathroom and shook his head, a towel wrapped around his waist with himself dripping wet; he held onto the towel and walked towards the table of his where his phone and laptop was set up at and looked at the time; his eyes went wide. "Oh shit," he rushed around his room, trying to get ready as he did not have enough time to catch his flight.

Voices came through as the door of his flat opened, he turned around with jeans half way up and shirt still unbuttoned along with a tie which was hanging, an asian looking person walked inside as everyone else followed suit.

"Dude, like what the actual fuck?"

"I'm late for my flight!"

"Yeah, it's broken..." the sharp beautiful hazel brown eyes spoke, Finn sighed and rubbed his face. "I forgot to tell, I'm sorry."

"Ugh, Blaine..." Finn moaned, he rolled his eyes and started to dress properly. "Kurt is going to have my head cut off, I promised to be there."

"Hey, I'm coming as well, remember?"

"Oh I remember Blainers," Finn was finally done dressing, he quickly shut off his laptop and kept it in his bag along with the charger, he picked up the phone and pushed it into his pocket. "OK, all set?"

"Hmm...how is Kurt?" Blaine asked randomly which the rest of the friends also seem to wonder. "I mean the last time I saw him was when he was nine..."

"Oh, I came over once when he was fourteen..." Nick spoke up with a smile. "He was adorable! He had his first boyfriend!"

"Oh yeah, I remember that douche..." Finn glared at nothing but the memory, Blaine shook his head and smiled. "Anyways, come on. We are going to be late for the flight."

Kurt smiled at Mercedes as they fed each other popcorn with Santana and Brittany cuddling on the floor that was surrounded by pillows, Mercedes stopped and looked at the time with a frown.

"Where is Zizies?"

"I don't know, she should be here..."

"Hmm... I'll text her." Kurt said, taking out his phone he sent out:

Where the fuck are you, Zizies?

"There, we will now just have to wait." he announced with a smile.

Can't make it, sorry! Next time my sugars! x

The girls frowned, Kurt sighed when he heard his father shout out for him to come downstairs.

"Sorry girls, I'll come back." Kurt got up and walked upstairs to be greeted by his father with the mobile phone in his hand. "Yes, dad?"

"Your brother and his friends are coming."

"What?"

"I said-"

"No, I heard it but really?!" Kurt asked excitedly, happy that he would get to see his brother again. "And his friends?"

"Do you remember, Blaine?" Burt asked teasing his son as he saw Kurt's cheeks turn a shade of red. "I'll take that as a yes." Burt watched his son shifted under his gaze and his mind started to wonder what on earth was going on in his son's head.

"So when are they coming?"

"Tomorrow in the morning at three which is like in six hours."

"Oh OK," Kurt's mind started wondering how Blaine looked like, if he changed or not and if his curls were still there; so maybe he did have a slight crush on him but that was when he was nine, he was now more mature and can handle himself. Right? "Um... the girls are waiting for me, I'll probably wake up when they arrive..."

"Alright, kiddo."

Kurt smiled before racing down to his room, closing the door with a big bang and looking at his friends with horror written in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding with nerves, wait, why was he nervous? It was just his brother and Blaine- the Blaine he proposed to, he was also the gorgeous older man that Kurt use to crush on.

"Woah, tinkle-toe, what's up your fairy ass?" Santana asked, slowly pulling herself and Brittany to sit beside Mercedes. "I mean we're here for another hour..."

"My...my..."

"Boo, what's wrong?" Brittany worriedly whispered yet it was loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"My brother is coming back..."

"That's it?"

"No, Satan, that ain't it." Kurt snapped, the girls were taken back. "He is coming with."

"Holy shit, Blaine is coming?"

"Yes,"

"Who's Blaine?"

"This guy ten years older than Kurt and Kurt proposed to him when Porcelain was nine."

"That's cute."

"Not really... I mean what will he think of me?"

"You're a cheerleader, you're not suppose to care what other people think shit about you." Santana answered, smiling softly at the white boy. "You are hot, you are sexy; you will rule and step on anyone that gets in your way, like I do."

Kurt rolled his eyes but sighed, "Anyways, we have an hour to talk to lets get to it."

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2:58 am

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Kurt heard voices echoing through the house, his eyes slowly fluttered open and read the time and groaned; he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The girls left five hours ago so who the hell was downstairs, and why the fuck are they making so much noises in the morning? Oh shit, Kurt has school in like five hours and that was barely enough time for him to get his full time beauty sleep.

He was getting fed up by the noise, he turned to the side causing his warm feet to slip out of its comfort and onto the cold night air and floor, he shivered and bent down to look for his slippers. He found his fuzzy blue slippers and slipped it on, getting up he stretched and yawned; he yanked the door of his bedroom open from the basement and walked out with only a night long cosy fleece robe.

He rolled his eyes by the sound of his dad's laughter along with the other men that were in the living room with them, but what Kurt did not notice were the bags that were set near the front door as he just barged in the living room with a glare.

"Excuse me?"  All three men he saw turned around to face him, Kurt did not pay attention to any of the two because his main focus was on his father. "Dad! I have a special event for tomorrow and that means I need my beauty sleep!" Kurt crossed his arms and stood in a pose, a bitch pose with his eyebrow higher than the other. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Come on, dad,"

"Kiddo, Finn's here..." Burt's voice echoed, that's when it bitch slapped Kurt to the face: Finn, his brother is here, which meant that B..Blaine was here was well. He slowly turned to face the other two and what struck him the most was thos piercing honey brown eyes that held his gaze.

"Oh shit." Kurt mumbled.