[A/N] I have no excuses for lateness and shortness of this chapter. I suck I know. I still hope you enjoy :)

"Dave?"

Dave looked up to see his dad standing in the doorway to his room. He put the football magazine he was reading down on the bed side cabinet.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Erm, I've just been on the phone to Connor. He's coming home at the weekend and staying for the next couple of weeks," Paul informed him.

"Oh, cool," said Dave. He waited for his dad to continue or leave, but when he didn't he spoke up again. "Anything else?"

"Your mum and I were wondering if you were planning on telling him?" he said with a tone of question.

"I think so. It would be easier than hiding it from him. I want to tell him myself though."

"That's great son. We're real proud of you, you do know that right?"

"Yes, dad!" Dave laughed.

"Good," Paul grinned. "If you need me, you know where I am!"

Dave smiled as his father left. He was so happy that things between him and his dad hadn't changed. In fact, if anything they'd got closer. Sure, at first it had been kind of awkward, as if Paul wasn't sure what to do with a gay son or expected Dave to suddenly turn into someone he's not. But soon, he realised Dave was the same as he had always been. Although Dave wouldn't think of going to his dad for relationship advice or to talk about boys, he was sure they were a lot closer than they had been.

Dave smiled at the text he received from Kurt.

Good luck with your brother! I hope all goes well! :)

He was now waiting for Connor's arrival and was getting impatient. He hadn't seen his brother for months and he always worried he'd have changed since the last time he saw him. What if he'd been hanging around with a bunch of homophobes and he'd hate Dave as soon as he revealed his secret? What if he didn't want to know his own brother anymore?

Dave was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a key clicking in the lock. His parents were back with Connor and now Dave was beginning to feel worried.

"We're back!" called his mother. The sound of shoes been taken off and bags been abandoned in the hallway echoed up onto the landing and Dave took a deep breath before stepping onto the landing and walking to the top of the stairs.

He looked down to see his parents and the familiar dark haired man. Connor looked up and saw Dave standing at the top of the stairs. He smiled as soon as he did. This was a good sign, right?

"Bro!" Connor yelled and Dave grinned as he stepped down the stairs and into his brother's open arms.

"Hey, Connor!" Dave greeted.

"Hey yourself little brother. God, I'm sure you haven't always been this tall!" Connor said, pulling out of the hug but keeping a hold of David by his arms, examining him. "Woah, dude, have you been working out too? Who you trying to impress?"

Connor laughed, obviously only joking, but Dave gulped and had to force his smile.

"Good flight?" Dave asked, attempting to steer the subject away from himself.

"Nope. I hate flying! But it'll be worth it for some of mum's lasagne. I swear I've been craving the stuff since I left!"

"You'll be sick of it by the time you leave. She's been making it all week!" Dave complained.

"I could never get sick of it!"

The boys shared a grin before continuing to take Connor's bags upstairs. Dave realised how much he'd missed his brother and hoped their relationship would stay the same when he found out the truth about Dave.

"So it turns out the girl he'd been speaking to was actually 20 years older than him!" Connor finished, the rest of the family joining his laughter as he ended the story. "Seriously, the guys are hilarious. I'll have to bring them to meet you sometime."

"Oh, we'd love to honey," said Linda, before taking a dainty sip of her drink.

"So Davey. How's school?" Connor asked.

"Erm, good, I guess. It's ... school," Dave replied, looking at his dinner plate.

"You still in football? All the trouble you were in a while back sorted?"

"Yeah, I'm still in football. We're doing alright actually. And yeah, all the trouble's sorted. It wasn't one of my finest moments, but I'm over all that now," Dave assured him.

"Got yourself a girlfriend yet?"

Dave nearly choked on a fork full of lasagne. He quickly swallowed it, chancing a glance at his mother who gave me a reassuring look. Now was as good a time as any to tell his brother right? In fact it was perfect.

Dave looked up at his brother who was still waiting for an answer.

"No. No girlfriend," he mumbled. He couldn't do it. He couldn't explain why he didn't have a girlfriend and he immediately regretted not telling him.

"That's cool dude. In your own time. You'd love the girls in our dorm building in Florida! Tall, tan, beautiful and they're all so nice and funny. You'll have to come visit sometime and I'll introduce you to some," Connor said, ending with a wink in Dave's direction.

Dave attempted a smile at his brother, but it drooped so he concentrated on his dinner, leaving his brother to go back to chatting to his parents.

"Hey bro!" Connor greeted as he stepped into Dave's room. "Mind if I come in?"

"No, of course not!" Dave replied, setting his homework aside and sitting up on his bed. "You want something?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to talk. I noticed how you were at dinner and I guessed you didn't want to discuss it in front of mum and dad," Connor said. Dave blinked at was, waiting for him to elaborate. "I know what's going on Dave!"

"Y-you do?" Dave stammered.

"Yeah! It's super obvious!" Connor smirked and came and sat on the bed beside Dave. He rested a comforting hand on Dave's shoulder and smiled at his brother. "You have a crush on someone, don't you!"

Dave let out a deep breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding. At least they weren't getting straight to the point and Dave recalled the way he'd told his parents. Maybe using the crush to explain his sexuality was a useful.

"Yeah, I guess so," Dave shrugged.

"They good looking?"

"Absolutely gorgeous!"

"You asked her out?"

"No. Not yet."

"What's stopping you?" Connor questioned, raising a eyebrow.

"I've not been the nicest guy in the past. And they're just out of a relationship!" Dave explained.

"Ah, I see. And do I get a name?"

Dave sighed deeply before meeting his brother's eyes.

"Kurt Hummel."