"Alright, the jig is up." Alec snapped his head up from his notebook, where he'd been scribbling notes furiously, to see his adopted brother leaning on the doorframe. He blinked, dumbfounded. Jace stepped into the room.

"I haven't seen you this happy since before the divorce. Who's the guy?" he asked, flouncing onto the bed. Alec's heart flew to his throat.

"I- I haven't got a clue who you're talking about," he muttered weakly. Jace snorted.

"You're a horrible liar Alec. Who is it?" he pushed. Alec turned back to his music, chewing his bottom lip frantically. He felt Jace punch him lightly on the arm.

"I'll fight it out of you if I have to," he teased. Alec rolled his eyes.

"We haven't wrestled since we were twelve idiot you can't use that-" before he could even finish the sentence he had been flipped onto his back. On the floor.

"Sorry didn't catch that," Jace said with a laugh.

"You little shit," Alec muttered, grabbing his brothers ankle and yanking him to the ground. He fell with an "umph!" Alec laughed and straddled him, grabbing his arms and forcing them above his head. But Jace just smirked.

"I see that boyfriend has taught you a thing or two," he noted. Alec's jaw dropped in shock and Jace used the opportunity to flip their positions.

"Jace Herondale you get your fat ass off me!" Alec snarled, struggling in vain to escape his brothers stronger hold.

"What about Jace's fat ass?" Alec heard a girl say before Isabelle and Clary both entered the room. Alec groaned and struggled harder to get out from underneath the younger boy.

"Not until you give me a name, lover boy," Jace chuckled, tightening his hold on Alec's wrists.

"Not on your life, asshole," Alec growled, using an opening in Jace's defense to knee him in the area God only intended to be treated with respect. Jace yelped with pain, rolling off of Alec as his hands flew to the affected area. Alec leapt up and smirked down at the groaning boy.

"Next time I'd think twice before tackling a guy with less morals than you, hmm?" he teased darkly as Isabelle howled with laughter.

"Less morals- Jesus- my ass- ah fuck, Alec you kick hard," Jace groaned from the floor. Clary helped him up, trying and failing to stifle a grin. Jace saw and pouted.

"You're my girlfriend you're supposed to be doting over my wounded body and praying I make it through alive," he said. Clary snorted and pushed him back to the ground.

"Nevermind, I like you better rolling on the floor in pain," she retorted. Alec joined in Isabelle's laughter, laying down on his bed and scootching his guitar over. Jace popped up.

"You still haven't answered my question," he said quietly. Alec dead panned.

"I still have no idea what you're talking about," he replied. Clary flounced onto the edge of the bed.

"He's talking about the light in your eyes," she answered instead of her boyfriend.

"And the way you walk around the house like you're walking on a rainbow or something," Isabelle joined in. "No pun intended," she added. Alec started chewing his lip as Jace grabbed at the sheet music he'd been writing.

"And these melodies you've been putting out? They reek of sappy love songs," he pushed. "I just want to know who makes my big brother so happy." Alec sighed and layed his head back.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he whispered.

"Is it Logan Lerman?" Isabelle asked excitedly, earning a snort from Alec.

"No he's a little older than that," he replied.

"Come one Alec, just tell us," Clary pushed softly. He peeked at her.

"Or you guys could just meet him."

They snuck out the front doors quiet as mice, meeting Clary on the front steps. Alec glanced back at the monstrosity they called home. It was an old gothic church his great-grandfather had transformed into living quarters for soldiers in the war. There was a training room and hundreds of bedrooms and even a ballroom for holding parties. It had been passed down to Alec's mother, and it was where they all now lived. When he had been younger the place had creeped him out. Now it just felt empty most of the time.

The four of them walked silently down the rarely empty streets of New York, Alec informing them that a cab would be unwise and the subway too dangerous. Secrecy was of the utmost importance. He didn't want the media ruining his little bubble of happiness. As they walked they talked, trying to guess who this mysterious person was that they would be meeting.

"Is it Donald Trump?" Jace suddenly asked. "Cuz if it is I'm gonna have to put my foot down." Alec snorted disgustedly.

"It is most definitely not Donald Trump," he answered, shaking his head. Clary and Isabelle giggled.

"Is it someone closeted?" Clary asked, causing Alec to burst out laughing so hard he almost lost his balance. He grabbed onto the side of a building and gripped his stomach as the peals shook him violently. Magnus Bane, closeted? He had never heard something so absurd. The man practically smelled gay. Not that many had been that close. When he regained his composure he turned back to them with a grin.

"No, he's so far out of the closet, he couldn't find his way back if he wanted to," he answered with a small giggle. This caused the other three to look at each other with wonder. Who on earth could it be? Alec smiled.

"Come on, we're almost there," he said. And just a few minutes later they were on the front steps. Alec clicked the buzzer.

"Who is it?" He heard Magnus say. He had texted him earlier to tell him not to buzz him in immediately.

"It's Alec, with that... surprise I told you about," he answered. He heard the buzz telling them they could come up. He opened the door and walked the familiar path up to Magnus' apartment. He glanced back at his little entourage, feeling a bit nervous.

"Please, just... Whatever you do, don't freak out. Please?" He was mainly directing this at Clary, as he knew her to be a big fan of Magnus herself. They all nodded.

"Of course, Alec. We'll be perfectly normal," Isabelle replied. Alec stifled a snort, and turned to knock on the door.

It swung open to reveal Magnus in bedazzled jeans and a ripped t-shirt depicting Barbie with her head cut off that said "I told you blondes don't have brains." His cat eyes were ringed with smoky black, smudged eyeliner and his hair was a corona of glittery black spikes. In short, he looked beautiful. Alec fought every nerve in his body telling him to leap on the man in front of him and forget all dignity.

"Alec," Magnus said softly, smiling that small smile that made Alec's heart do cartwheels. And then he did the last thing Alec expected him to. He grabbed Alec's wrist and yanked him close, kissing him hard and with total abandon. At first, Alec had some peace of mind to think maybe he shouldn't start making out with his boyfriend in front of his two younger siblings and Clary, but then Magnus' tongue swept across his bottom lip and his thoughts scattered. His arms snaked around Magnus' neck of their own accord, his fingers tangling in his spiky hair without his permission. Not that he minded, really, when Magnus was doing those magical things to his mouth. Alec's brain started going fuzzy, consumed by all things Magnus. His lips, his hands, his smell. Everything else just began to fade away.

Until someone cleared their throat rather loudly. Alec broke away automatically, gasping for breath and probably glowing like the setting sun.

"Um, Jace, Clary, Isabelle, I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Magnus Bane," he introduced dazedly, head still spinning from the kiss. Magnus smirked down at him before turning to the three teenagers with dropped jaws in the hallway and extending a hand.

"Well isn't it a pleasure?"

Author's Note: HA! I DID IT! I UPDATED! I'm sorry for such a long wait guys and I know it's still super short. Just know I'm doing my best! I really hope you like and please leave reviews because I love reviews!