Sorry it's been so long since I updated! I know I said I was putting this story up for adoption, but I had sudden inspiration and decided to give writing this story one more try! Sorry for any confusion.

Also, I decided to fast-forward ten years! Let me know if you like it or hate it!

Finn- 28

Santana- 27

Brittany- 27

Puck- 26

Sam- 25

Quinn- 25

Mike- 24

Artie- 23

Rachel- 22

Mercedes- 21

Tina- 20

Kurt- 15

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Finn P.O.V.

I sat silently on the beat up couch in my miniscule room looking through the photo album my sister, Quinn had gotten me for my fifteenth birthday. It had been thirteen years since then, I was getting old fast. Every time I looked through this particular photo album, it made me want to burst into tears- something Noah (he'd stopped going by Puck as soon as he got settled into his job as an actor) said showed weakness. At this point, I could care less. It still pained me to look back on the times when my family had been whole. It never quite returned to normal after my parents died. Then everything started changing; my little brothers and sisters started to grow up and move out. This once crowded house had turned into a cruel reminder of what had once been there.

My thoughts were interrupted when Kurt, my youngest brother (the only kid still young enough to be living at home) entered my room. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. As he did this, he started to leaf through my closet, throwing things into a garbage bag as he went. That kid had absolutely no boundaries.

"Nothing," I said absently, shoving the photo album under my bed. Out of sight, out of mind, right? "Hey, Kurt?'

"Yeah?" he said, still organizing my closet. If he thought he was going to get away with throwing out my lucky baseball hat, he was dead wrong.

"What do you think of inviting everyone up here for spring break?" I'd had this idea in my mind for quite a while now, but this time it seemed like something I really had to do.

Kurt set the garbage bag to the side and sat beside me on my bed. "I've been suggesting that since Tina moved out. Why the sudden interest? Loneliness complex since Anne dumped you?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow in his signature Kurt way. I narrowed my eyes in response. Kurt had been acting really testy lately, but I assume it's simply from teenage angst, not anything else. Kurt had always been a pretty happy kid, despite the fact that our parents died when he was only five years old. I suspect the reason this has not caused him any real emotional damage is because I secretly suspect he doesn't even remember our parents. He's never said this outright, nut all the memories about them that he claims to have are ones that I know he has heard the others say before, and he is simply parroting them back. I'd been a pseudo-parent for ten years; I was really good at recognizing the signs.

"Why bring up Anne, Kurt? That's a low, low play," Anne was my girlfriend of nearly three years, who had been living with Kurt and I for the past two. I had been ready t propose to her, and Kurt had even helped me pick out a perfect- and way out of my price range- ring. These plans were put to the side when she unexpectedly picked up and left two weeks ago. Both Finn and Kurt had been acting weirdly lately, although Finn honestly had no idea why Kurt was acting this way; he had hated Anne from the beginning, and had warned Finn countless times to run as fast as he could. But Finn hadn't listened.

Kurt ignored this, deciding to return back to their original conversation. "If you really want everyone to come over, I could send out a mass text, but are you sure about this? The last time everyone came over it was a complete disaster!" Six years ago, when Kurt was eleven, the whole family had come home and his older sister Rachel, who at the time had been sixteen, had ran away in a desperate play for attention. The sad thing was that no one had noticed for several days, which had upset Rachel terribly.

Kurt decided the conversation was over when he noticed Finn's blinking alarm clock shaped like a dinosaur, something Kurt had tried to convince his brother that no respectable man nearing thirty should own, announced that he was already late for school. Kurt currently was on scholarship to Dalton Academy, and if he was late one more time than his scholarship would be revoked. Both Finn and Kurt scrambled to the car, as Kurt still did not have a driver's license or a car, and Finn flew out of the driveway

Kurt's P.O.V.

I made it to school with mere seconds to spare. I slid into my usual seat in homeroom just as the bell was ringing, my boyfriend, Blaine, smiled at me from across the room. I took out my phone from my backpack and sent out a text to each of my siblings, inviting them to visit next week.

Within seconds, my phone started to vibrate and I opened up several texts from under the table. The first one was from my older brother Sam, of course. Although we talked on the phone a lot, I still hadn't told him of Blaine. Actually, I hadn't told any member of my family this particular news. "Gr8," texted Sam. "I'll bring Heather. U'll love her. Swear."

I smiled to myself. I had forgotten what it was like to have more than on brother. Finn was great, and I appreciated all he'd sacrificed for me, but oftentimes he acted too much like a parent for us to have a normal relationship as brothers.

I got my next text, this one from my sister Santana. She was currently writing for Saturday Night Live, which Brittany was starring in. She texted, "Tell Dumbo I'll be there. Bringing Lola." Lola was my sister's seven year old daughter whose father had never been brought up by Santana.

I got the following text from Puck: "Not coming. Tell Finn he sucks." I took this as Puck was coming, and no doubt bringing some slutty girl from his latest movie, because this was what he always said.

The next text was from Quinn, who was working as a nurse, in Lima, no less, but we rarely saw her. She was too busy with her twin sons, Samuel and Noah, named after our brothers. She had gotten married straight out of high school to her high school sweetheart, whom Finn had never approved of, Dave Karofsky. "I'll be over this weekend, but don't expect Dave, he's out of town. Love ya lots! Quinnie." 'Love ya lots'? What had happened to my b*tch of a big sister?

Rachel, who refused to get with the times and text like the rest of us, called me in the middle of homeroom. I silenced the ringer, took the bathroom pass, and headed into the hallway to talk to my sister.

"Hello, Kurtholomew," Rachel chirped in her high voice. "I sincerely hope all is well with you and Finn." Before waiting for me to ask, she launched into her own story. "Broadway is well, I'm Idina Menzel's understudy in Wicked, and I noticed there's been a bit of a cold going around New York!"

"Rachel, you do realize you called in the middle of class, right?" I said a little bitter. I've got to go back inside, so just tell me if you are coming or not."

"Well then why were you texting? Kurt, you may not realize it now but school is very important and you need to use your time wisely like I did. Noah used to mock me for it, but I bet he wishes he did now that I'm so successful.'

"In case you've forgotten Rach, Puck's last movie made 115 million dollars. I don't think he has that many regrets." I said.

"Well, never mind that. Get back to working on school. And yes, I am planning on coming."

"Bye," I said, snapping my phone closed.

I headed back to class and resumed texting. I got a text from Mike, saying that he was bringing a buddy of his, Matt, whom he used to hang around with in high school. Artie was the only one who could not make it; a he was busy traveling the world giving speeches on what it's like to go through life disabled. Tina was able to make it, and would be bringing her boyfriend Jesse (I didn't catch a last name) and their adopted child Lily, who was three and absolutely, breathtakingly adorable. Mercedes was a little depressed, after just being rejected from American Idol, but we figured this was the perfect thing to cheer her up.

Brittany never responded, not knowing how to text, but I was sure she would come. This spring break sure was going to be something. I just didn't know if that something was good or bad.

What did you think? If any of you caught the whole Tina/ Jesse (yes, that Jesse) thing, I want to know what you think of this: Rachel develops a big crush on Tina's boyfriend and it causes a huge debacle.