A/n: Hi readers! Thanks so much for reading - I appreciate it. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this chapter, honestly, so I would love feedback on it (plus, reviews make me far more inclined to update quickly - just sayin'). I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again. :)


There was a short knock on Kurt's door. "Come in," he called softly, knowing that the twins were already in bed a few doors down.

Finn entered quickly, closing the door and sitting on the bed beside his brother. "So – Blaine, huh?" he asked pensively.

Kurt nodded. "Don't look so surprised," he said. "You've been processing the news all day. I'm just amazed nobody noticed the fact that you've been staring at me like I've grown three heads."

"Yeah, but – but Blaine." Finn sighed. "I didn't see it coming. Nobody's even said his name in eight years on the chance that it'll upset you. And then you tell me you're with him again."

"I'm not," he said quickly. "I'm not – we're not together. It just happened."

Finn waited, knowing the explanation was coming now.

"We met up in La Guardia," he began. "I found his daughter –" he noted Finn's double take at the word but ignored it – "and she led me to him. We had coffee, I told him I wanted to see him again, then I called him last night and went over to his house."

Finn nodded mutely, staring at the pattern on the comforter. "How's he doing?" he asked finally.

"You've missed him." It wasn't a question.

"Hell, Kurt, the guy was going to be in my wedding before you broke up. We hung out practically every day of senior year and every holiday while you were in college. He lived with me and Rachel the summer you went to Italy. We texted all through every NFL championship game we weren't together for. We were close." He shook his head. "So what else?"

Kurt swallowed nervously. "I went over. He's staying in his parents' pool house, we talked, and I kissed him. One thing led to another. We fell asleep together." He sighed. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you still love him?" Finn met his eyes earnestly. "I mean, it's important, Kurt. I'm your brother, and I love you, but you left him, and judging from the way he loved you, I have a feeling it broke his heart more than he'd ever let on. And I'm not saying I'm on his side. But you can't just toy with him. If you're not serious about him, he needs to know that."

"I don't want it," he said wretchedly. "A relationship. Marriage. A kid. I don't want those things, Finn; I haven't wanted them since I was eighteen." He paused, rubbing his forehead. "But I want him."

Finn stood up abruptly. "I'm gonna be straight with you, Kurt. I'm sorry you don't want those things. Those things are easily the best things that have ever happened to me, and honestly, you'd be a hell of a lot happier if you just let someone, anyone in your life for once. But you can't just mess with Blaine when all you want to do is fuck. I'm sorry, but that's just shit and I'm pretty sure you know it."

Kurt bristled. "I'm not some kind of whore, Finn. And it's not like I'm sleeping with him out of spite. It was nice, being with him. Comfortable."

Finn didn't answer for a minute, heading slowly towards the door. He turned around, his hand on the doorknob. "You know, Kurt," he said, "it might have been comfortable for you, but I think Blaine deserves a little bit more than that. Don't you?"

With that, he was gone.

Kurt's phone vibrated beside him on the bed. Can we meet? Our place? The text read.

He typed a quick yes and grabbed his keys, making his way towards the middle of nowhere.