Thanksgiving had gone surprisingly well. Some of Carole's family had shown up as well as one of Kurt's aunts, whom he hadn't seen since he was six. It was a pleasant surprise when she announced that in a few months she'd be moving back to Lima. All and all it had been a great day.

But now the visitors were gone and Kurt was stuffed to the gills, lying on his bed with his computer on his lap. He was combing through fashion news when a text lit up his phone.

'I think I'm going to die. I'm so full. –B.' Kurt smiled fondly.

'It will be a happy death. And I think I'm in the same boat. Carole's mom brought homemade cherry pie. Cherry pie! I was a goner the moment I saw it.' He paused before sending another text. 'You going on WoW tonight?'

A moment later the phone lit up again. 'Later probably, right now I'm in a food coma.'

'You can text in a coma? Well colored me impressed.'

'You are such a brat.' Kurt laughed before texting back a smiley face and putting his phone down. He grabbed his keys and used his authenticator to log in. A round of green 'hello's' greeted him in guild chat before he logged onto vent. Gana, Marne and Death were the only three on.

"Hey Tenor," Gana practically moaned out pitifully.

"Let me guess, fighting a food coma?" Kurt asked as he stretched out, glad that since fixing his built in mic he didn't have to use the head phones unless Blaine was in the room, to avoid feedback.

"She's totally losing. My mom brought out the big guns this time since I brought the 'girlfriend' home for the holiday," Death chimed in, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, than I had to do it all over again with Marne than to my house for my families dinner."

"Hey Tenor! Sorry was making tea," Marne piped in.

"Hey Marne. Do you two usually do Thanksgiving together?" Kurt asked always slightly surprised how close these two actually were.

"Yup, since high school. My mom worked all the time and forgot so when my mom didn't feel like dealing with my grandmother Gana and I would go out for ice cream or something."

"We actually do it for every holiday now," Gana chimed in.

"I feel like I'm the 'little something on the side', dude," Death stated in mock sadness. Kurt couldn't help but laugh as he went through his bags trying to find the new helm Whisper had helped him get the night before.

"You know you're not the first person to say that…" Gana stated thoughtfully with a loud laugh at the end. "And seriously, I had a huge Irish style Thanksgiving than ice cream with Marne than came home to a huge Italian style Thanksgiving. Some one please shot me." A groan was heard over vent as everyone burst out laughing.

"No one forced you to have the three scopes of ice cream earlier."

"But they were so good."

"Or a whole turkey leg at my house."

"Shut it you two."

"Did you honestly have any room for your families thanksgiving?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"Not really but my mom made me eat at least two plates. Kill me."

"Why don't you ask one of your brothers? They will happily help after you stole the last canole. And yes Joey texted me about that," Marne stated smugly.

"Homemade canoles by my aunt are the best. And those four twits couldn't put their heads together long enough to attempt. I'd get out of it with a broken leg and a rather odd bruise. Than we'd be back at the hospital explaining it all to yet another stunned silent resident."

"You sound like you've been in this exact situation before," Kurt stated as he flew past Death's toon and hugged him quickly before flying to the bank in Stormwind.

"Fly by hugs!" Death interrupted, laughing.

"Yeah, shut it Tenor. I was 10, it was right after Anthony was born. The twins and I thought it was a good idea to build a robot." Kurt burst out laughing, almost falling off the bed.

"So how was your Thanksgiving?" Marne asked.

"It was actually really good," Kurt almost choked out trying to stop laughing. He paused, breathed and continued, "The Hudsons and the Hummels mixed beautifully and Carole's mom brought cherry pie!"

"That's good to hear. By the way is Demon-baby conscious? I texted him and got no response," Gana stated, sounding as if she was pouting.

"Food coma." A round of "ohhh's" soon followed.

"Hey you guys up for a dungeon? Tenor, you can heal if you want. Get in some practice. Gana will tank."

"Gana will do no such thing," the girl in question stated loudly.

"Shut it. Tenor needs his new healing belt and we're gonna get it for him."

"Why can't Death tank?" Gana whined.

"Are you guys sure I'm ready to heal?"

"Don't worry. You're ready. You leveled with Demon. You are more than ready," Death chimed in quickly causing Kurt to snicker. "And no, my love, I need the boots for my warlock from the second boss."

"I hate you all."

"Gana! Do you have me on auto-follow? You're the freaking tank," Kurt exclaimed.

"Just bring me near the next mob and I'll death grip them. I'm way to full to even open my eyes."

"Hold on guys," Marne stated with a sigh. There was a few minutes of silence before Marne chimed back in happily. "There we go that should work." Marne kind of cackled which startled Kurt. She was suppose to be the sane one of the two.

"Marne!" Gana exclaimed. "Did you just text Anthony?"

"Why would you ever think that, my dear?"

"He just ran in smacked me upside the head and ran out yelling 'Do you're job bitch!" As the two continued to argue, this time with Gana more involved in tanking and Kurt learning how to keep what seemed like the most suicidal tank he's ever ran with alive.

"I have such deep appreciation for Whisper and Death now…" Kurt muttered to himself, not even bothering to key in.

"Hey Kurt? There's two pieces of cherry pie left and mom said I should offer you one before inhaling them. You want one?" Finn asked as he came into Kurt's room without knocking. Kurt looked up quickly and saw two pieces of cherry pie. His eyes brightened dramatically.

"Tenor! Out of the black goo!" Kurt snapped his eyes away from the pieces of pie, signaling one moment to his step-brother before moving his toon and healing like a maniac to get Gana's health to full again. Finn stood in the doorway looking confused.

"Did your computer just talk?"

"No, that was Marne." He looked at his stepbrother who's brow furrowed in confusion. "Her real names Meghan. Marne's her characters name."

"Death if you don't stop fearing everyone for fun I am going to drive to your house and kill you!" Gana exclaimed loudly, the sound startling Finn slightly.

"And that would be Gana, short for Morgana." He paused than looked quickly at his stepbrother. "Real names Laura." Kurt pronounced it 'Loudra.'

"But it's fun watching you run around trying to gather them up."

"You two are children," Marne muttered.

"Who was that?"

"Death, short for Deathscythe. His real name is Andrew." Kurt stopped and thought for a moment, thinking just how casual and close he's gotten to these people.

"What- What are you doing, man?" Finn asked tentatively, taking in just how focused Kurt was looking at his screen, pushing button after button so fast it made Finn's head hurt.

"Running a dungeon. Stupid Marne had the bright idea that I should heal."

"Dude-"

"Seriously? Why does everyone call me that?"

Finn came right up to Kurt's right shoulder, peered over at the screen. "Are you playing WoW?"

"No, I'm walking a fish. Of course I'm playing WoW." Kurt paused, looked at the screen than keyed in to vent. "Mana. Don't even think about running in Gana, that wasn't even funny the first time."

"You almost having a heart attack was."

"Are you level 85?" Finn asked, ignoring the voice coming from Kurt's tiny speakers.

"Yup, hit cap last week." In game Kurt sat down to drink before looking at his stepbrother who had made his way onto Kurt's bed with the two pieces of pie and was watching gleefully. "By the way if you get any of that on my bed. I will kill you."

"Got it. Can I watch?"

"Sure?" Kurt answered slightly unsure.

"Cool!" Finn exclaimed, moving closer and all but cuddling up to Kurt. The smaller boy just rolled his eyes as he hit the space bar causing his character to jump up.

"Alright you suicidal monkeys. I am ready."

"Okay I'm going to pull this boss and oh, Tenor?"

"Yes my beloved monkey?"

"I hate you. Anyways if he randomly turns around run, dear god run."

"Rodger-"

"Kurt, why is she calling you Tenor?" Finn asked, interrupting Kurt who was still keyed in.

"Finn! The pie is sliding. What did I say about getting it on my bed?" Kurt growled out before remembering to take his finger off the key.

"Woah, who was that?" Gana asked loudly. "Are you seeing someone on the side?" A slight disbelief colored her words and Kurt visibly winced.

"I thought you and Demon were dating," Death keyed in and said exactly what Kurt didn't want brought up.

"Kurt?"

"Give me a moment." He breathed before keying back in. "First off, Demon and I are not dating."

"Who's Demon?"

"Finn stop talking!" Kurt keyed out for a second to grab both plates that Finn wasn't paying attention to and moving them to the bedside table before keying in again. "And that was Finn. He's my stepbrother."

"Oh okay, cool," Gana answered, sounding completely relaxed. Kurt couldn't help it but he slapped his palm against his forehead. "Hi stepbrother of Tenor."

Finn leaned over cautiously and pressed a random button. "No not that one Finn. Here." Kurt pressed it and sighed loudly.

"Oh cool! Hey! Why do you keep calling him Tenor?"

"His main's name is Tenorangel," Marne answered as her toon started to bounce around.

"Tenorangel? Really?"

"Shut up Finn. Blaine wanted me to make a character right away and that's all I could come up with."

"Blaine plays WoW?"

"Yes, he's Demon, full name Demonology. Don't ask. He's a bit of a nerd."

"Like you're one to talk." Kurt looked at his stepbrother a moment before sighing and adjusting himself on the bed.

"Finn, do you think you could move a bit? You're kind of cuddling my side."

"But for such a skinny kid you're so comfortable." Finn grinned and leaned down to put his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt tried not to laugh as he pushed his stepbrother away.

"No, just no." Finn burst out laughing as he grabbed one of Kurt's pillows and repositioned himself so he was lying down next to the smaller boy, watching the screen.

"Tenor, you ready? This pug rogue is getting antsy," Marne chimed.

"Yeah. Gana go." Finn sat in wide-eyed wonderment as he watched Kurt pull the tank from verge of death many, many times as they downed the final boss. He was extremely surprised just how good Kurt was at this. He had tried to get Kurt to play Call of Duty a few times since they moved in together but it never worked. He would stare at Finn for a moment before rolling his eyes and walking off.

"Stepbrother of Tenor," Gana chimed in. "Do you play in the wonderful world of Azeroth?" Kurt laughed at Finn's confused expression.

"She means do you play WoW?"

"Oh. Oh, kind of. I played it for a few months back in middle school but the computer we had died."

An evil grin appeared on Kurt's face as he ported out of the dungeon, keyed in and told them he'd be right back before he almost threw the laptop into Finn's lap and ran out of the room.

"Kurt, that looks so freakin' evil!" Finn called out. "What are you planning?" A moment later Kurt came back into the room holding Finn's new laptop that he got for his birthday over the summer.

"You, my good Gigantor, are going to join my guild."

A.N. This took a lot longer to write than I thought it would take. Things have been awful as of late so I might flood the klaine community with stories that have happy endings only or disappear completely for a long time. I hope it's the former.

Hope you liked this. It's just an added bonus for the first story and from popular vote, unanimous really, the next story will feature a house crashing Gana. That should be out soon. It'll be longer and involve more of Kurt's real life friends. Thank you for reading.