Author's Note: Sorry for the wait! Lot's of Hudmel Brotherly Love this chapter :)

-Raver

Kurt rolled his eyes as he glanced over at his brother while they sat on the couch, watching late night TV. "Finn, I swear to god if you don't wipe that stupid smile off your face, I will hide the remote and you will be forced to watch Project Runway."

Finn grinned from ear to ear. Sadly, Kurt knew his threat was empty. He was in just as good a mood as Finn. And to Kurt's surprise, it was from Dave. He had indeed give in and sang. Fantastically, may he add. But the fact that Finn and Dave had slowly grown accustomed to each other during that hour Dave had stayed over was astounding. Kurt had left to go to the bathroom, and had come back to see they two boys already on the Xbox. There was a small argument, but only after Dave had called Finn a dumbass after his step-brother had somehow managed to set their entire Left 4 Dead party on fire with a Molotov. But the crisis was quickly averted, Dave eventually making his way out of the fire while the others were incapped, only to be quickly pounced on by a Hunter. Finn was practically doubled over in laughter.

When Dave finally left, both the boys were in a good mood. Kurt was happy to see his sort-of friend and brother getting along, while Finn was excited about having yet another to add to his Live Friends List.

"I guess I never told you we were friends when we were little. Until about 5th grade." Kurt raised an eyebrow. He'd never known that. And to be honest he was shocked, because he never thought Dave and Finn were anything like each other. Then again, he'd known Karofsky, not Dave. And now that he was on acquaintance terms with his former harasser, he was actually learning that the two weren't quite so different after all. Finn noticed Kurt's expression and laughed. "Yeah, he and Puck and I did everything together. Like the Three Musketeers."

Kurt smiled, picturing the three of them in full costume. The couch shifted as Finn stood up. "But you know, if he ever says or does anything… Tell me." Kurt's smile disappeared, but he nodded slowly. He may be getting to know Dave, but the boy had been quite unpredictable before. Kurt just hoped to god that he would never see the "Karofsky" side again. Because, being completely honest, he liked Dave. Could see them becoming friends. Maybe they wouldn't go see a musical together like Kurt always tried to drag his friends to, but they could easily hang out. Kurt did get along with Finn and the others after all. At least until Puck brought up having sex with some girl, when Kurt would panic and leave, convinced he'd have nightmares of flying vaginas with teeth for the following week.

Finn gave one of his infamous crooked smiles before holding his arms out. Kurt sighed, and stood up, heading over to Finn. He wrapped his arms around the boy, rolling his eyes. "Thank you."

Kurt felt Finn nod before hearing the boy chuckle. "Holy shit Kurt, when did you get so tall?"

"Well you see Finn, normal people tend to grow slowly, rather than suddenly shooting up like someone slipped some Miracle Grow into your Dr. Pepper."

"Maybe you're finally hitting puberty."

Kurt's jaw dropped, and he pulled away from his brother. "Finn!" he glared disbelievingly. Finn simply giggled, and ran up the stairs before Kurt could catch up. Kurt just groaned, returning to the couch and grabbing the remote before smiling mischievously. "Fine!" Kurt yelled, tapping a few buttons on the remote to get to the TV guide. "I guess I'll just delete the Buckeyes game you never got to watch!"

Kurt smiled as he heard the door slam open, and Finn came barreling down the stairs, launching at Kurt for the remote. Kurt squeaked as the boy landed on him, and they were sent into a tumbling match on the floor.

"Not the hair!" Kurt screeched, trying to squirm away from under Finn.

Not a minute later, they were found tangled and in the midst of a giggle fit when Burt came in from work, and was immediately both concerned and disturbed of the tousled mess that were his sons on the floor. Kurt and Finn both caught the look on Burt's face at the same moment, and they both burst into even heavier bouts of laughter as Burt shrugged, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever the boys were doing now.

Kurt sighed as he sunk into his chair. Yet another date with Blaine at the Lima Bean. Now Kurt was entirely grateful to even be asked out on a date in the first place. But if he was being completely honest, the incessant coffee dates were, like Blaine's solos, incredibly numerous. Occasionally Kurt would suggest heading to the fair, or the movies, and they would go. But only after asked Blaine first. And when they were together, Blaine very rarely wanted to show any affection in public other than every so often lightly holding Kurt's hand as they walked, or hugged or gave him a quick peck as the date ended. Once Blaine had pulled Kurt in between two buildings, and inducing an intense make out session between them. Kurt had enjoyed it, almost a little too much. Kurt distinctly remembered nearly losing all sense of control as Blaine began feeling him up, but froze when he felt a shock of arousal shoot through him. Ever since he'd told Blaine to stop that night, it seemed as if Blaine was purposely not showing affection. Kurt just shrugged it off, watching his boyfriend grab a few sugar packets and a stirrer before returning to the table with a smile.

Kurt returned the smile. He was just being paranoid.

"So," Blaine grinned, taking his cap off of his coffee. "How was your day yesterday? I know I didn't call you yesterday. Got caught up at Dalton." He opened a packet of sugar and shook it in, looking up at Kurt expectantly.

Kurt pursed his lips, unsure of what to say. Then he shrugged, deciding that he had nothing to hide.

"Well I invited David over."

Blaine nearly spilled his coffee everywhere, barely catching the cup in time after his hand jerked and hit it. Kurt winced, convinced that was not a good reaction. Blaine had never really liked Dave, even after Kurt told him that Dave had apologized. Blaine had kept mentioning something about competition, which Kurt laughed at and never fully understood.

"You, uh," the curly haired boy stuttered, struggling to put his cap back on. "I wasn't aware you two were close."

Kurt shook his head, motioning for Blaine to pass the cup over so he could fix the lid. Blaine rolled his eyes, and pushed the cup across the table, and rested his hands in his lap. "We're not close, Blaine. If anything, we're simply acquaintances." Kurt popped the cap on, sliding it back across to his boyfriend, who gave a grateful nod. "Was actually asking him if he would consider joining glee. He can sing. Pretty well, I might add."

Blaine raised his eyebrows before crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. "Really?" He asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, that's awesome."

Kurt squinted his eyes at Blaine, unsure if why the boy's mood had suddenly changed. Before he could say anything, Blaine spoke up again, leaning forward again. "How did you find that out? I imagine he didn't simply walk up and start serenading you."

Kurt felt his fingers twitch, unsure of what to say. He was pretty sure his boyfriend wouldn't want to hear that he had practically ogled the boy when he was naked and wet in the showers. He blinked, deciding to go with what he had told Mercedes.

"I heard him under his breath during class. I asked him over yesterday, and persuaded him to sing again. Aloud."

"Huh. Interesting. Never would have guessed the guy could sing."

Kurt nodded, smiling as he recalled Dave's voice the first time he'd heard it. The fact that it was so rich and deep was only enhanced by the echo it made off the ceramic tiles. If anything, Kurt was mesmerized by it. Silently, he wondered what it would be like to sing with someone with that low of range. Being the milk-maid he was, it wasn't hard to find a voice with a lower pitch. Though even with someone like Blaine, who was at an average male pitch, their voices didn't go well together. It was surprising when Kurt first realized it. But now he considered how he would sound with someone like David. He smiled, taking a sip of his coffee as Blaine returned his gaze to his lap. Kurt leaned over the table, but couldn't see anything.

"Texting?"

Blaine glanced up for a moment before looking back at his phone. "Yeah. Wes. Warbler drama."

Nodding, Kurt gave a weak smile. He continued sipping his coffee until Blaine slid is phone back into his pocket and looked up at Kurt, frowning. Kurt gave a questioning look, and his boyfriend sighed.

"I still don't trust him."

It was Kurt's turn to frown. He understood why he wouldn't, but if Kurt had forgiven the former bully, why couldn't Blaine? Kurt rolled his eyes. "Okay, I was there last year, I know what happened. But no he-"

"He hasn't changed."

"What?" Kurt's eyes widened. "And what would you know about David? You haven't said ten words to him."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "I just think it's suspicious. Why is he so kind all of a sudden? Maybe he's trying to get something from you."

Kurt's jaw dropped.

Blaine continued, ignoring Kurt's stunned expression. "I'm just pointing out something quite simple, Kurt. I know people like him. They don't change." Blaine's face was calm, yet his eyes burned. Kurt could see a fire in them, and could tell that there was something more to this. And that Dave was just a cover up.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, gripping his coffee cup. "Dave is different, Blaine. He's not like the others. Not like the ones you had to deal with back at your old school. He's like me. Like us: an outsider."

Blaine was about to open his mouth before Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry. I understand your concern." He really didn't. Not to this extent, at least. It seemed that no matter how hard Kurt tried, he wouldn't be able to convince Blaine that Dave was not "Karofsky" any longer. But Blaine was his boyfriend. It was nice to have someone worried about him. Though now, based on this reaction, Kurt decided against telling the shorter boy about the PFFLAG planning sessions over the summer. He didn't want to cause anymore unnecessary drama. "I'll be sure to be careful." Though I don't see what from.

Blaine nodded abruptly before taking out his phone as it buzzed in his pocket. He quickly responded, glancing over at Kurt before standing up, grabbing his coffee. "I have to go. The Warblers are in a riot." Kurt simply nodded, watching his boyfriend smile and turn around, heading out the door. Kurt would be sure to call him later that night. But for now…

Kurt grabbed his keys, tossing his near-empty cup in the trash can.

I need a drive.

By the time Kurt got home, there was a faint tinge of smoke in the house. Kurt cocked his head, shutting the front door slowly behind him. "Carole?" he called, leaning around the corner to stare into the kitchen.

Oh god.

Kurt nearly jumped over the kitchen table on his way to the stove. Finn was standing over the burner, poking whatever congealed mush was in the pan. When he heard Kurt come in, he looked over, giving a stupidly crooked smile. "Kurt! Hi! You weren't home, and mom and Burt went out, so I thought tha-"

"Finn. Get out."

His brother stared at him, confused. "I'm cooking."

"That is most certainly not cooking."

"I can do it, Kurt!"

Kurt ran around the table, arm outstretched. "Give me the spoon!"

Finn smirked, holding the spoon higher than Kurt could reach. Kurt glared in return, pushing his oversized friend out of the way in order to turn off the stove. When the smoke faded, Kurt gave a curious sniff at the blackened matter in the pain. Instantly, he recoiled, pinching his nose.

"Finn! What the hell was this!"

"Scrambled eggs."

Kurt closed his eyes, holding a hand up to Finn's face. He opened his eyes suddenly, and released his nose. He lower his hand, though raised it again to point at the pan on the stove. "How? How do you fail at making scrambled eggs?"

Finn's face fell, looking genuinely hurt. Kurt sighed, and made his way over to the pantry. He looked around for a minute, finally deciding on just a box of rice when he heard Finn make a noise.

"Kurt?"

"What, Finn?"

Kurt stood up, spinning around to see the boy standing over the stove, spoon near his mouth, and making a disgusted face. "Please tell me you did not do what I think you just did."

Finn threw the spoon on the counter and immediately started wiping his tongue with his hand. After a moment of Finn dry heaving, and Kurt staring disapprovingly with a hand on his hip, Finn turned to Kurt, eyes watery.

"Maybe you should cook."

Kurt collapsed on his bed, completely exhausted. He'd managed to cook something edible for Finn and himself, and they were both completely full. Finn had crashed on the couch, but Kurt decided that he was not up for waking up to have severe back and neck pain, so he retired to his room. Kurt glanced over to his bedside table, staring at his phone.

Maybe he should call Blaine. He didn't manage to yesterday, and by the looks of their coffee date today, Blaine was not happy about it. Even if Kurt still had no idea why. Kurt stretched, hearing his back crack softly, and reached for his phone. As he picked it up, he saw Blaine's face on the screen. He smiled. As if his boyfriend read his mind. Kurt tapped the "answer" button, bringing the phone up to his ear. "Why, hello Mr. Anderson."

"I need to tell you something."