"Hello!" Kurt removed his hand to see a middle aged woman with straight dirty-blonde hair holding the door open. She was holding a squirming cat in her arms.

"Umm..hello, Mrs. Pierce," Kurt said awkwardly, guessing it was Brittany's mother.

"It's just Ms. Pierce," the woman smiled and raised her empty left hand. "No ring. I almost thought that you thought I was my mother. Even I'm not that old."

Kurt chuckled a little to be friendly. "I'm looking for Britt-"

"Kurt! You're here!" Brittany came flying down the carpeted stairs, almost running into her mom. "Why are you still outside? Come in!"

"Ok-ay!" Kurt squealed. He turned around a second to wave at Ms. Pierce before Brittany grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house, almost making him trip over the many rugs placed behind the door.

"I hope you don't mind, but Blaine's here," Brittany informed Kurt as they trudged to her room.

"Wai-what?" Kurt stopped dead in the hallway.

Brittany turned back to him, a confused look on her face. "Yeah...? Puck couldn't hang out with him, he's been super tired because of football practice. I know you don't exactly get along, but I thought you would've been fine with him here...?"

Kurt remembered seeing a motorcycle parked in the driveway, but hadn't given it much thought. Plus, they were dating so it shouldn't come as a surprise to him. He instantly felt bad about his actions when Brittany was being so nice and sweet to him. "Yeah, it's okay. Sorry I reacted that way, he's just...I don't know."

Brittany laughed at that. "It's okay, he doesn't give good first impressions. But I promise once you get to know him, you'll like him!"

Yeah, Kurt really doubted that, but he still nodded to reassure Brittany.

Kurt followed Brittany into her room. If he had been taken back at the exterior of the house, the interior - more specifically, Brittany's room - was even more...uhm, interesting. There were tons - TONS - of throw pillows covering her bed. Her bed which was covered in neon sheets. Kurt almost brought his hands up to cover his eyes from the brightness until he realized it might be rude. There were also stuffed animals...everywhere.

"What kind of world have I stepped into?" Kurt whispered to himself, giving the room another look.

"'Sup, Hummel," a deep voice drawled from the corner of the room.

Kurt glanced over to see the curly-haired boy half sitting, half-lying in a rocking chair next to Brittany's desk. "Anderson."

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt's hostile tone, but didn't say anything as Brittany pushed Kurt to her desk. Kurt took one of the chairs, sliding it further away from Blaine. Brittany didn't want to have any of that, she pushed Kurt's chair back towards Blaine to settle in her own chair.

Kurt tried his best to ignore the short boy while he and Brittany went over possible books for their project. The curly haired boy wasn't having any of that though. Set on making Kurt uncomfortable, he curled his ankle around one of the legs of Kurt's chair and repeatedly tugged and Kurt would spin around and pin him with a vicious glare. Once he tugged so hard at the chair leg that Kurt's chair tipped sideways dangerously. All Blaine did was raise his hands up in innocence when both Kurt and Brittany turned to glare at him, uncurling his ankle so as not to be caught out.

"Cut it out, Anderson!" Kurt repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time when Blaine continued annoying him.

Blaine threw his hands up in mock confusion, his brow furrowing. "What did I do?"

"Oh?" Kurt said in a sickly sweet voice, a little smile on his lips as he curled his own ankle around an unsuspecting Blaine's chair. "Do you want me to demonstrate?"

Before Blaine knew it, his chair disappeared from under him. "Oof," he landed with a thud on his ass, Brittany's rug cushioning his fall, but not by much - his ass was still gonna be bruised form the rough landing. "Shit! What the hell, Hummel?"

Brittany giggled as Kurt gave Blaine a smug smile and thought to herself, 'Boys are such idiots.'

Finally - finally - two hours later, Kurt and Brittany were done outlining their project. Seriously, it was turning out to be more work than it should be. Brittany was too worried about the grade since she had flunked English the previous year. "It's okay, sweetie," Kurt reassured her. "I'm sure you'll get us an A."

"I gotta head home now," Kurt stood up, collecting his things. "Dad'll be getting home soon."

"Okay!" Brittany said, shooting out of her chair and into Kurt's arm, giving him a huge bear hug. "I'll see you at the pep rally tonight, Kurtsie!"

Kurt smiled at the nickname Brittany had adopted for him. "Yeah, I'll see you there."

"Yeah. Later, Hummel," Blaine piped up from behind them. "Don't come back anytime soon."

"Aww," Kurt turned around to face him, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, drawing Blaine's attention to it. "Won't you miss me?"

Blaine grimaced. "Not as much as I'd like to see the back of you."

'Especially in those skin tight jeans...wait - what the fuck am I thinking?' Blaine mentally slapped himself, why was he thinking stuff like that?

"Hmmm..." Kurt grimaced right back at him before turning back to give Brittany another dainty hug. "Bye!"

Blaine watched Kurt walk out before grabbing his own bag. "I'm gonna head out, too. The old man already grounded me."

"Then what were you doing here?" Brittany asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Psshh," Blaine said. "Like he even notices if I sneak out."

Brittany sighed loudly before grabbing his face between her hands and giving him a little kiss. "Okay, bye, honey."

"Bye, Britt," Blaine replied, returning the kiss before hitching his too-heavy bag over his shoulder and running out of the house and onto the the driveway. "Yo, Hummel!"

Kurt turned around, keys stuck in his car door. He grimaced when he saw it was Blaine who had called him. "What is it now?" He yelled back at the hobbit, his voice full of annoyance.

Blaine ran until he was standing right in front of Kurt. He bent over, kneeling his hands on his knees, completely winded from running with that boulder of a book-bag on his back. "Your dad owns that tire and lube store right?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Yeah..."

"I think there's something wrong with my bike," Blaine said, indicating the huge motorcycle in front of Kurt's Corvair. "I wanna get it checked out."

"I could look at it for you if you want," Kurt replied.

Blaine guffawed, Kurt glared at him. "I don't think so, Princess. What would you know about fixing a car, let alone a motorcycle?"

"Hahaha," Kurt mocked. "Don't be so stereotypical. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't fix a car, big boy."

Blaine instantly stopped laughing. So did Kurt.

'God, what the fuck did I tell him that for? First, Santana and now Anderson? God, at the rate I'm going, the whole world will now I'm gay before my parents do,' Kurt slapped himself mentally, only because he would look like a crazy person if he actually did it.

He looked at Kurt, a strange expression crossed his face. "Wait...you're gay?"

Kurt waved his arms around himself, no doubt indicating his choice of clothing - which were tr�s tight, by the way. "Isn't it obvious?"

Blaine balanced from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Actually, it's not."

"Oh..." Kurt didn't know what to say to that. "Well, now that you know," 'I'm such an idiot to have let that slip out.' "You'd better not tell anyone."

Blaine spun his head back up to look at Kurt, a strange expression on his face, "Why? Are you like, I don't know, ashamed or something?"

Kurt reared his head back from his car door, pulling it open before fixing Blaine with a glare that would have reduced Medusa herself to stone. "What the fuck, Anderson?"

Blaine actually flinched back at Kurt tone. Kurt however didn't stop, "Why the hell would I be ashamed of myself? I'm not like those idiots who think there's something wrong with them just because they like dick! I'm not gonna try to hide it from anyone - " Blaine winced at the indirect jab. "The only thing I'm ashamed of, as you so eloquently put it, is the fact that I told you of all people before I told my parents!"

Blaine flinched at the jibe.

"Besides, why would you care?" Kurt continued in a much calmer tone, his arms crossed.

"I don't," Blaine stammered. "It just - it just..I don't know..."

A long, uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

Kurt took the initiative to break it. "I'll tell my dad that you'll stop by, he probably won't even charge you."

Blaine scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, not knowing how someone could go from yelling their brains out in rage to offering a check-up for his motorcycle, free of pay. "Yeah, thanks, H - Kurt."

Kurt didn't even have any time to inquire about the use of his first name before he was in his car and barreling down the road.

"Kurt?" Beatrix pushed herself off one of the gas tanks and sauntered over to the awkwardly parked car in the lot.

Kurt didn't hear her because his windows were up, but he immediately came out of his daze when her fist pounded on his window. "Huh? Wha-"

"You awake now, Hummel?" Beatrix smirked, laughing as Kurt hit the roof of his car in surprise.

"Uff," Kurt said, scrunching up his nose in annoyance. "I was awake."

"Yeah, it sure looked like it," Beatrix chuckled and turned to walk back to the shop.

"Hey, hold up!"

Beatrix winced when she heard a loud crash behind her. No doubt Kurt has probably fallen in his haste to catch up to her. Kurt pushed himself off the ground impatiently, dragging his legs from where his car had tripped him. Ugh, great. His outfit was now covered in dirt. Fucking awesome.

"You're such a slowpoke," Beatrix giggled as Kurt jogged to her. He stuck his tongue out at her which only caused her to laugh even more. "What're you doing here anyway?"

Kurt huffed, making his perfectly-gelled hair ruffle onto his forehead. "I don't know. Got bored, I guess."

"So you looked to me for entertainment?" She smirked, pushing the door to the shop open.

"What else are you good for?" Kurt joked, receiving a hard punch to the shoulder in response. "Ow!"

Beatrix led him to the very back on the store, past the check-out counter where Soda was making out with some girl and past some loitering customers who probably weren't going to buy anything, but hoped to get a chance to mack with Soda themselves.

Her office was in the supply room. It wasn't the neatest of all offices, but this was Beatrix - she probably had tons of excuses for the mess. There were boxes everywhere and tons of official-looking documents thrown all over the little couch. The only thing that showed the tiniest bit of organization was the desk with a name plate that said 'Manager' with her name engraved underneath: Blair Anderson

"Anderson?" Kurt whispered to himself, picking up the name plate. Then he said a little louder, "Your last name is Anderson?"

Beatrix spun around at a supernatural speed from where she was picking up things from the couch, much too quickly to not get any speculation from Kurt. She glanced at the name plate the Kurt was holding. "Umm...yeah. It's a small town, a lot of people have the same last names."

She shrugged as if it was no big deal, quickly turning back to the piles of papers she'd neatly stacked on the ground. Kurt narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Seriously, Bea? That's a lame fucking explanation. Plus, I didn't even need one," he said, putting the name plate back down. He rolled his eyes at Beatrix as she continued to shuffle through the mess. "I mean, it's not like I immediately thought you were somehow related to that Blaine kid just because you have the same last name."

Beatrix stiffened. She had never been a good liar, she was very bad at keeping things from people. It was surprising since everyone thought she was so tough. Kurt raised an eyebrow when she stopped what she was doing. "...Bea? You okay?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, turning around slowly. "And what would you, umm, do if I was somehow related to that oaf?"

"Well, that's not really something I-" Kurt immediately halted, as if he had suddenly had an epiphany.

Beatrix was wringing her hands, waiting for a response. His narrowed eyes went from the name plate to her a few times, trying to calculate exactly what was going on.

"Bea, are you and Blaine...?" He weaned off his sentence as Beatrix pursed her lips nervously, chewing on the insides of her cheeks. He dropped the hand he was pointing at her with. "Wow."

Beatrix dropped her head, shuffling her feet on the carpet. "Yeah, wow." She looked back up at him, h4er eyebrows knit together. "The whole town knows. I'm surprised you didn't realize it before considering how much we look alike."

Kurt scanned her appearance. He hadn't give it much thought before, but now.

'How the hell could I have missed that?' Kurt cursed in his mind. 'They're practically twins!'

She had very curly hair, just like Blaine's only longer. They had the same eyes, Kurt remembered the green-brownish of Blaine's eyes - it was the boy's best feature.

'Along with others.'

Her nose was thinner than his, but they had the same tan skin-tone. She was taller than Blaine, but everyone was - Kurt had even nicknamed him Frodo.

The list of similarities could go on and on, get even more detailed - like how both of them chewed their lips until they bled when they were nervous. Or how they had that little smirk whenever they saw something amusing. Or the fact that they had that same 'I'm-way-better-than-you' attitude.

"Damn."

Beatrix laughed, a huge bout of laughter that had her coughing and snorting in intervals. Kurt was almost worried that she'd start choking until she stopped, chuckling a little at times. "You're so cute, Hummel."