Kurt looked out of the window in Burt's truck. They were on their way to a motel. Burt kept looking at him every few minutes, like he was making sure that Kurt was actually there. Kurt couldn't blame him, he couldn't imagine what losing your 3 year old child for 13 years was like, so he wasn't judging.

He still missed his mom. He wanted to see her, hug her and tell her that he loved her. He didn't care that she kidnapped him, she was his mother. The one who raised him. And she did a damn good job of it.

He also missed Brendan. They had been best friends since grade 1. They we're each other's first everything. He loved Brendan more than anything. They were like platonic soulmates. Sure they had dated but it was mostly just to see if they could be something more and they couldn't. They'd had sex a few times and made out a lot of times before and it had all been in good fun. They loved each other, but they weren't in love.

Their motel room was a tiny space with two separate twin beds on either side of a nightstand. Kurt put his bag on the bed near the window and laid down head down on the mattress. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was so tired after the rollercoaster of a night he'd had. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 4AM in the morning, no wonder he was tired.

He was almost asleep when Burt patted him on the leg "Kurt?"

He looked up and saw his father sitting at the end of the bed looking serious, but gentle. He motioned for Kurt to sit up, so he did, with his back against the headboard.

"I need to tell you somethings before we go home."

Kurt nodded and gestured for him to go on.

"This is hard for me to tell you but, when you had been missing for 5 years, so you would've been 8 years old at the time, your mother passed away. I mean your real mother."

Kurt was frustrated. Lori was his real mother and he wanted to say just that but chose not to. He didn't want to upset Burt. He could see how much it pained Burt to talk about this.

"She died of cancer, she always had hope that you were alive and she was right. Here you are. You also have a sister. A twin sister."

Kurt looked at Burt with shock in his eyes
"I have a twin? Seriously?"

Burt nodded with a small smile on his face
"Yeah, you have a twin sister. Her name is Quinn and she's very excited to see you when we get home tomorrow morning."

Kurt felt kind of happy about this whole twin thing. He'd always wondered what it'd be like having a twin. He'd always wanted to have a brother or a sister but his mom always said that he was always enough for her. He looked at Burt and gave him a small strained smile.

"One more thing, you have a stepmother and a stepbrother. I remarried a wonderful woman a year ago, her name is Carole and her son, Finn, is also 16. They're also excited to meet you."

Kurt nodded
"Okay… uhm can we go to sleep now, I kind of can't handle any more information right now."

"Yeah, of course. It's been a very long day. Good night, Kurt."

They drove through a semi fancy neighbourhood in Lima, Ohio. Kurt thought the houses looked nice and homey. He was a little nervous to meet this family. He knew it was his family he was going to be meeting but he didn't actually know them. The only thing he could remember was the feeling of home he got when Burt hugged him. That was the only thing that convinced him. And the baby picture that the agent had shown him.

His new home was a nice white suburban house at the end of the street. It had a little cute garden at the front lawn, obviously recently mowed. He walked ahead of Burt up the tiny stone path leading up to the front door. He walked around on the porch and stopped in front of the door.

Burt walked up to the door and opened it. It wasn't locked. Kurt thought it was kind of weird not to lock your front door but he figured it must be open because someone was home. They walked in and saw that everybody was standing there.

Kurt came to an abrupt halt when he saw his twin sister. He had such a weird feeling of knowing her but not remembering her at the same time. He looked at her for a whole minute before he walked a few steps towards her.

"Do you…?"

She looked at him with a small smile and whispered a small "No"

So they both had the same feeling right in that moment.

"Hey dude, it's so awesome to meet you!"

A huge guy was standing beside him and Kurt just stared at him. This was the tallest guy Kurt had ever seen. So this must be Finn.

"Hi…"

It weirded him out a little how casual Finn seemed to make this situation. He just walked up to him like they were old friends. Kurt couldn't decide what to make of him. He clutched his leather jacket closer to him and walked back to Burt's side.

"Can we get something to eat? I'm starving after the drive."

Burt looked startled by the normal tone of Kurt's voice. Kurt had been talking to him with a semi cold voice since the moment they met the day before. He nodded and walked into the kitchen with everyone in tow.

Kurt walked into his new room after having lunch. The room was so plain, he needed to redecorate. Make it his since he was going to be staying there awhile.

He sat down on the bed and took the sweater Brendan lent him months ago and hugged it. If he couldn't have his mom, he was going to get to see Brendan. He took out his picture of him and Brendan from a trip they took together last year.

He was looking at the picture when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to see Quinn standing in the doorway.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

She sat down next to him and saw the picture he was holding
"Who's that?"

"My best friend. His name is Brandon. I really need to see him, or just hear his voice. He always makes me feel better."

Quinn smiled and took a closer look at the boy next to Kurt in the picture. They looked so happy and carefree. Like true best friends would.

"Do you want to use my phone to call him?"

Kurt almost cried at hearing that. He nodded empathetically
"Yeah. Yes, please."

She handed him the phone and walked out of the room. She even closed the door. He liked her.

He quickly dialled Brandon's phone number and put the phone up to his ear.

It only took 3 rings for Brandon to answer
"Hello?"

"Brands! It's me."

"Ohmygod Kurt! Are you okay, honey?"

"Yeah. I mean not really but just hearing your voice helps me."

"I heard what happened. Text me the address, okay? I'm coming to see you."

Kurt was so relieved in that moment that he finally let the tears escape.

"Kurt, it's going to be okay. Text me the address, I'm on my way."

Kurt nodded even though he knew Brandon couldn't see him but he hung up and texted Brandon the address to his new home.

"Please, Brandon, hurry!" was Kurt's last thought before he fell asleep clutching the phone to his chest.

Burt had just sat down in his beloved armchair when someone rang the doorbell. He sighed and walked to the door. When he opened it he saw a teenaged boy around who looked about 17 years old standing there. He was wearing blue skinny jeans, white v neck and a leather jacket. He looked anxious but determined.

"Is Kurt here?"

"Yeah, and you are?"

"Brandon. I'm Kurt's best friend, and I'm here to see him."

Burt looked at him sceptically for a moment before he opened the door wider and stepped aside to let him in.

"Kurt's sleeping in his room right now. How long have you two known each other?"

Brandon sighed but accepted his fate of small talk before he'd get to see Kurt
"We've known each other since we we're six. Been close since the day we met. Now can I see him?"

Burt was reluctant but let him go upstairs to Kurt's room anyway. He wasn't going to make this any harder on Kurt than he needed it to be. If Kurt needed Brandon there, he wasn't going to stand in their way.

Kurt was still sleeping when Brandon opened the door to his room. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Brandon laughed quietly when he saw that Kurt's hair was all over the place. He often moved his head a lot while he slept.

He looked around the room and saw that it was very dull. It didn't fit Kurt at all. He was going to have to talk to Burt later and ask him to buy some paint so he and Kurt could paint the walls. He noted to himself that he also needed to buy a pack of chalks so he could draw on the huge chalkboard on the wall behind Kurt's bed.

He laid down beside Kurt and took him into his arms.

Kurt woke up 20 minutes later. He was still tired but the nap helped him.

He looked at Brandon and saw that Brandon had fallen asleep too. He was so happy in that moment, to have his best friend there. He nudged him awake "hey Brands, wake up!"

Brandon woke up and smiled
"Hey, how you feeling?"

"I'm good, now that you're here."

Brandon kissed him on the cheek and they sat up. He brought out his sketch book and opened it to the page of the drawing he had drawn the last time they'd hung out before all this happened. It was a drawing of Kurt eating ice cream. He tore the picture out of the book and hung it up on the wall.

"Now this can officially be your room."

Kurt laughed and nodded. It was true, it wouldn't be his room if he didn't have a drawing by Brandon on his wall. He felt sad that he would never get the other drawings again, since the FBI had emptied the apartment that he'd lived in with his mom.

"Brandon?"

"Yeah?"

"I know she kidnapped me but she's still my mom, right?"

Brandon took him into his arms
"Yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt."

"Dinner!"

Kurt and Brandon walked downstairs and sat down together at the dining table. Carole had made lasagne and it looked and smelled delicious. They both hadn't eaten in almost 6 hours and they we're starving.

"So Brandon, do you have a girlfriend?"

Brandon and Kurt both laughed at the question before Brandon answered
"Uh no, I don't. I recently just broke up with my ex."

"What was so funny?"

Kurt was the one who answered that time, bumping his shoulder with Brandon as he talked
"They broke up because the loved each other, but aren't in love with each other. They're just really good friends now. With the occasional benefits."

He winked subtly in Brandon's direction.

Quinn was the only one who got it right away. She noticed the subtle wink Kurt threw in Brandon's direction. She laughed out loud and everyone looked at her like she was weird except for Brandon and Kurt. They only smiled at her.

"OH that must suck. What was this girl's name?"

Kurt laughed again because of Finn's cluelessness.
"It wasn't a girl, Finn. He's talking about me."

"Dude! You're into guys?"

Kurt giggled at Finn's face. His reaction was one of the best things he's seen in a while.

"Finn, it was kind of obvious who he was talking about."

Burt had stayed silent the whole time. He had no doubt that this was his son. His son was back home.

"This doesn't come as much of a shock to me. All you wanted for your third birthday was a pair of sensible heels."

Brendan burst out laughing at that and Kurt patted him on the back.

"Oh man, that's brilliant. I'm so gonna draw that. Can I have a baby picture of him as a three years old?"

Burt chuckled and nodded. He had a feeling he was going to like this kid.