Disclaimer: I do not own Glee (even if I want to). This story belongs to PykaL who let me translate it to you, all rights of this story go to her. You rock girl!

A/N: My first Glee story, at least the first one I post in this page. I hope you like it.

Glee's characters don't belong to me so please don't sue me, we already know that Fox and RIB are the owners.

—Conversations

'Thoughts'

—Talks on the phone

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

'How did I get to this? I'm here in the middle of a café talking to a wonderful woman about my so expected engagement with her son… The problem? Well, he's JUST my best friend and now it turns out we're dating or, better said, we're engaged… this wasn't the way my Saturday should be going, I was supposed to spend it in my apartment with Santana watching Grey's Anatomy and judging each one of the honeyed scenes… and, of course, drooling for Dr. Sheperd. How doesn't? Because my best friend can't be like him, if he was I'd have no problem with pretending on being engaged to him.

But anyway, I am in this mess and I guess it's worth it just for a few months and get $10,000 in exchange… Mmmm maybe this will sound like I'm selling myself but I'm not! Really! Fashion Week is in a few months and if I want to participate I need a lot of money… Man… What kind of person am I! My father didn't raise me for this… MY FATHER!... Oh God, I'm dead!... It's official, Kurt Hummel won't make it through the week.'

—Kurt?... Are you okay?

The brown headed boy lifted his head and smiled looking at the beautiful woman who was looking at him confused, clearly it wasn't a good look for Ellen Anderson.

—Y-yes, Ellen, don't worry— he said with a little fake smile.

—Are you sure? I was talking to you for a moment and you didn't answer.

—I was thinking about my father, he doesn't know anything about this… he's going to get a surprise— he said looking strongly to his partner in crime who covertly shrugged. The fear in his eyes was clear.

Yes, he would be the only who would tell Burt Hummel, at the end of the day he was the one that had him in this problem.

—But it'll be a wonderful surprise! — Ellen said with a big smile. —Since my son told us the news I haven't stopped smiling. My husband cancelled his trip to London just to congratulate you, these months will be amazing. I have everything planned, the parties, the picnic days, Kurt you'll meet our entire family and you'll see they'll love you.

—Parties?! — The two of them asked nervous, definitely that wasn't part of the plan.

—But sure— Ellen said like if they were crazy. —Summer is just beginning and I perfectly know you two don't have to work until September, we wait for you to spend in a week in Westerville.

—Mom! We can't travel just like that, I-I'm sure Kurt has so much to do and flights now are so expensive and if you buy them at the last minute they're even more expensive.

—Son, that's why I'm giving you a week, I don't see anything wrong with you going and Kurt always spends summer with his family, doesn't he? There aren't more than two hours from Lima to Westerville. You have a whole week to fix everything and you don't have to worry about the ticket, you know very well your dad's jet is available. It'll be waiting for you at the airport. —Ellen said with a final tone.

—But mom-

—But nothing. You don't think we'll do nothing in an event like this, do you? It's something to celebrate, dear. You know what they say: if Mahoma doesn't go to the mountain…

—NO! No mom! We'll go, we'll see each other then.

—Okay cuties, then I'll see you in a week. There's still so much to buy and so little time. See you!

Ellen gave them a warm kiss and left the small café taking his whole elegance and beauty with her. Apparently that was a familiar stuff.

—Well, apparently this will be a very fun vacation— his partner said with a nervous smile glancing at him with fear.

—Cooper Anderson… You are dead!

Kurt Hummel's life wasn't exactly as planned as he had it. When he came out of High School he didn't make it into NYADA the way he had always dreamed of; he went into Parsons and he didn't turn back from there.

He had always been in love with fashion but once he stepped college he realized that was his place; he had finally found the place where he could move like a fish in the water, once there he found a job in there and an amazing scholarship as an inter in the Vera Wang's design house but that wasn't enough to find a good job in NY once his studies were over.

A few months later after getting out of college he met Cooper Anderson, in the most peculiar way…

—A large Mocha please, light-

—And a Chai-Latte large for me too.

Kurt turned to look at the man behind him who offered the barista a 100 bill with a big smile.

—Keep the change.

In that moment Kurt's mouth like the barista's were wide open.

—Are you crazy?! Who the hell gives $70 dollars as a tip? Who the hell are you?!

—Cooper Anderson, to your services, —he said with a big smile. —And now I need your help… do you see those two girls?... Well, they haven't left me alone in all day so I need your help.

—Listen, I appreciate you bought my coffee but, you can't just come just like that! —Kurt said looking at him intensely with a raised eyebrow.

—Yeah, okay… I gotta kiss you…

—I'M SOR - mphmm—

This Cooper Anderson guy grabbed him by the waist so fast it didn't give him time to stop him, his lips went to his, the kiss was quick but not as quick as he would have liked.

—Okay, they're gone.

Cooper separated with a smile and taking their two coffees that were already in the counter. —You don't know how much I've struggled to get them off me, they can't understand that one night is enough for Cooper A.

—…You taste like onion, —Kurt said with disgust taking his coffee. —You're disgusting, you know. Those girls don't deserve the way you treat them.

—Hey, those girls are two sanctimonious. They knew what they were headed to.

Without realizing it the two of them walked to one of the coffee tables and without planning it they spent the next two hours talking.

—I have to go, my class starts in an hour… it was a weird pleasure meeting you Cooper, —Kurt said with a little smile.

—For me too… you still don't tell me your name…

—Kurt Hummel.

Days later he received a Facebook friendship request and another request to go out. Incredibly a friendship was born; the mocking, self-centered and charismatic personality of Cooper matched to the sarcastic, happy and self-centered personality of Kurt.

Months later he found a job in Hollywood in one of the movies Cooper was working at needed someone to take care of costumes. Cooper showed them Kurt's designs and was hired immediately.

Cooper changed all his plans of living in NY to live in LA, where the two of them were living for four years, with Santana Lopez who decided that 'porcelain' needed another roommate when she found out he was living in the beautiful coasts of California.

It was hard to live with both of them all day. It was a torture, but he couldn't complain; they were his best friends and he knew they'd be there for him like he'd be there for them.

The three Musketeers, like Cooper said.

The metrosexual with doubtful sexuality, the living crazy jail and the hottest bitch in all LA according to Santana.

Yes, he couldn't deny it, they were special… maybe that was why he accepted Cooper's petition that morning…

—I need to talk to you, —Cooper said that morning at breakfast.

—If you are going to tell us you got a bottle blond pregnant you can do it after breakfast, I don't want to throw up thinking about cabbage patch babies running around.

Cooper turned exasperated to look at Santana who wouldn't stop eating her omelette while she read the newspaper.

—It's not that Santana, it's something much more important, —he seriously said sitting on the chair.

—Oh, you scare me Cooper, —Kurt said. —The last time you were this serious was when you found out the bronzer stained your skin.

—That was a big stain, okay? —Cooper said offended. —My chest isn't what it used to be.

—And people say I have to get along with women, —Santana said looking at them not believing what she saw. —Are you really not gay Cooper? You're making me doubtful.

—Shut up Satan… this is serious… I was talking to my parents and you guys know how they're with me with the whole not-settling-down thing and well, they're still responsible of grandpa's heritage and they threaten to not give me my part if I don't change the way I am, —Cooper said.

—Aww you poor Richie Rich, just think you'll have to live like the mortal ones and live from the money you make working and not from daddy's wallet.

—Leave him alone, Santana, —Kurt said giving her a slight punch in her arm trying to not smile. —Coop, you had told me that months ago… is there something new about it? —he asked him seriously.

—Yeah… well, when my parents told me that I said I had found someone and that it was a serious relationship. They were calmed until a few months because they wanted to know who it was and if there was some advance… Seriously, you don't know how annoying the Andersons can be.

—We know, —the two of them said without hesitating.

—Okay, so my parents said that the moment of giving everyone their part of the heritage was coming and that they weren't planning on giving me my part until I settle down… Something silly actually, how old do they think I am? 16 or something? —he said indignant.

—Well, you are 37 years old Coop, it's time to have some stable relationship, don't you think? —Kurt asked him.

—Yeah; by the time you want to get married your genitals will be all wrinkled and so full of syphilis that not even a high Joan Rivers would look at you.

—Santana, always as fine as always, anyway will you let me finish?... Well, I told them I finally put my pants on and said I proposed… So now my mother is on her way to congratulate us on our commitment, she wants to meet us at the cafe she goes to at 3 P.M.

—Erm… why are you talking in plural, Ken?

—Well, here's where I need your help… ItoldmyparentsthatmyboyfriendisKurt!

—I'm sorry, I think I didn't get that, —Kurt said rubbing his temples. —For your own good I hope I didn't hear well.

—Kurt please! You gotta help me! I-It's just for a few months, we don't even have to do anything. My mother will see us, we'll pretend we're in love, once they give me my heritage on November I'll say we broke up because I cheat on you with a blond girl with huge boobs and that's it. The break-up is friendly and my family still will love you. It's infallible.

Kurt opened and closed his mouth like a fish not believing what he heard, Santana next to him was laughing like a parrot. —ARE YOU NUTS?! First of all I don't like to lie to parents; I like them, they're nice people and they don't deserve it. Besides the most important thing is that YOU ARE NOT GAY! —Kurt finished saying accentuating the last words red with rage.

—Kurt you were my best choice, you know me better than anyone, you don't know how happy they were when I said it was you. And the thing with my sexuality is nothing to worry about, my parents know I sleep with anything that moves, —Cooper said looking at him desperately.

—And that's true, —Santana said with a mocking smile. —I still remember that party where-

—For the last time Santana, I said I don't know how that dog got there!

—Cooper, we can't just pretend, what if we get caught, have you thought about that? —Kurt interrupted.

—I'll take the responsibility, in fact do you remember you had asked me $10,000 for your material? I'll give it to you! Just do me this favor, —Cooper was on his knees begging with the most intense puppy eyes Kurt had ever seen.

—Accept Porcelain, the only thing you need to do is talk to Mommy Anderson and take Ken's hand. Maybe you won't see her again until you 'break-up' it's an easy way to make money, —Santana said excited, nothing as exciting had happened since high school.

—I'm not for sale, you know, —he said upset.

—Come on, Kurt, you need the money and Cooper need your help. What could happen?

Kurt sighed and nodded. —You're right Santana. What could happen?

Apparently a lot of things could happen, now he had to spend all summer pretending he's in a relationship, surrounded by strangers risking to be caught in any minute.

Kurt wondered if $10,000 were worth it.

One week later they found themselves in the Andersons private jet, there wasn't a doubt about them having much money; it was a surprise how they had been so humble… Well, as humble as they could be.

—Well, Cooper no wonder you care about having your heritage. How much did grandpa leave you? 50 million? —Santana asked him sarcastically.

—Of course not Santana, it's like a 25 million dollar heritage, —he simply said ignoring his friends' surprise faces.

—Wow… And you plan on giving Kurt just 10 grand?! He's risking his life for you. We both deserve at least 20 grand, —the Latin girl said seriously.

—Santana! You can't just demand money, Cooper isn't a bank. And he's not at your disposition either.

—Okay, okay, —Cooper said while he made himself comfortable on one the seats ready to sleep. —Wait… and why do I have to give you money too?

—Somebody had to help you two, pair of idiots so that your story is believable. What's better than a witness? —She said standing up. —Who do I have to kill so I can get a drink?

It had only been two hours when Cooper's phone rang and judging by his look it was one of his parents.

—Hi dad!... Yes, we're on our way… Yeah, he's here… Wait, I'll put you on speaker, —Cooper put the phone in the middle of a table and in less than two second Robert Anderson's strong voice resonated on the speaker.

—Now? Kurt, do you hear me?

—Hi, Mr. Anderson, —Kurt said smiling when he noticed his joyful and almost desperate tone.

—Son, I had told you thousands of times to call me Robert, we're almost family!

—Yes, sure, —he said with a nervous smile.

—You know when my son said that you were his fiancé I almost jumped in the air, I still don't know how my dumb son could get someone like you, I'm truly surprised by how you had kept up with him all this time and even more to be together. But I don't complain, he couldn't find someone better.

Robert's words were nice and his voice tone showed a huge sincerity, Kurt felt how guilty tears were forming in his eyes.

—It hasn't been easy Rob, —Santana said who was drinking his third, or fifth? Martini. —These two are such two love birds, they don't stop coddle each other, seriously so much sugar will give me diabetes.

—Santana! —Robert said surprised. —You'll join us, too?

—They bothered so much on inviting me I couldn't refuse. It's okay, isn't it?

Kurt and Cooper's look were steady on her, in that moment is was hard to tell who was more annoyed. It looked like a tie with Cooper's vein popping out of his forehead and Kurt's face with an intense red.

—Beg you? Just so you had stayed, —Cooper muttered to not be heard by his father.

—Cooper! —His father screamed, clearly the firstborn didn't get away with his way. —Excuse him Santana, sometimes I wonder if they switched our child in the hospital, I don't know where he got those manners from. But anyways I'm so glad you're coming, Ellen will love your company, she needs another woman to live with now that the house will be full of men.

—Full? —Cooper asked him curiously.

—Didn't your mother tell you? You're brother has finally come back from London; he's done with his contract with the lawyers buffet and has decided to come back, he's been in the house for two weeks.

—The hobbit is back? Great! I haven't seen him in so long, I can't wait for him to tell me all his adventures and…

Kurt didn't pay attention to the conversation anymore, since the beginning of their friendship he had heard about the other Anderson, he had even seen pictures of his childhood but he was a whole mystery to Kurt. The only thing he knew was that he was gay, a graduated lawyer from Harvard and that he has spent the last six years studying degrees and working in London. He seemed like a serious and reserved man from what he heard, completely different to Cooper.

—See you in a few hours dad… Thanks for making him come to pick us up.

The last thing Kurt heard was Robert saying good-bye, there were still a few hours on the air and the best thing to do would be sleep, there would be time to think about the famous younger brother.

Columbus Airport was popping, there hadn't even been there for ten minutes when he had lost Cooper and Santana out of sight, he had received his bags and poor Kurt could barely walk trying to carry his entire luggage.

'I think Santana was right, I should've bring just two bags instead of fours… but how does she think I can forget about my clothes for months?' He thought while he hardly dragged his luggage, the exit was close, he could see it. The only thing he needed was walk through that hallway full of chairs and…

His bag had been obstructed… even if he pulled harder it wouldn't give in, he could see how people around him looked at him criticizing him, like if they had never had his Gucci $1,200 bag obstructed by a chair and they couldn't get it out pulling it… in a matter of time he could feel how it was giving in, the only thing he needed was one more push.

—Gahhh! —The push was harder than he expected, one moment he was standing up and the next one he was flying on his bag taking his bag with him and falling on an innocent person crushing them. —Ouch! —Kurt said turning around to try to apologize to the person on the ground.

—Are you okay?

It was a man's voice, sweet and happy. Kurt looked up to deeply apologize but the only thing he accomplished was a sigh getting out of his mouth.

The man was totally different than anything Kurt had seen in his life, considering that he lived in L.A… he had an elegance air, even exotic, with his arranged hair, white and tight pants and shirt with a turquoise Oxford sweater covering him and… was that a bowtie? A purple one?

The boy was a pure vision, a vision he expected to see over and over and over and over and over… anyway.

—Yeah! —Kurt quickly said, blushed while he stood up. —I'm really sorry, I got lost and I was pulling my bag and it didn't give in and I think I broke it and now I need to buy another one and… I'm sorry I tend to ramble when I'm nervous… I'm really sorry.

Kurt helped him stand up and the boy let out a small laugh.

'Laugh again please, what do I do for you to laugh again? Do I fall again? I'd trip for you everyday, screw my Alexander McQueen… Okay, not. There's gotta be another way.'

—Are you okay? —The guy asked him confused. —I asked you if you're not hurt.

—N-No! I'm fine, I have strong bones, —Kurt said with a nervous laugh. 'Stop laughing! Are you in high school?'

—I'm glad, —the guy said with a smile.

—But what about you? You were the one attacked by me and my enormous luggage, believe me I don't travel lightly.

—I felt it, —he said to laugh later when he saw Kurt's scared face. —Don't worry, I'm fine. Do you want me to help you with your bags?

Kurt smiled and nodded to the strange handsome man, he had finally found his Dr. Sheperd, who would have thought he would find him in a place like Ohio, the only thing he needed was his name and…

—Kurt! I finally find you, were have you been?

Kurt turned around to see Cooper running towards him. —Now the only thing I need is find… BLAINE!

Kurt was confused, Cooper was hugging Dr. Sheperd. 'MY Dr. Shepperd' He thought bitterly when he saw them still hugging each other tightly.

—Do you know each other? —He finally asked them when they separated.

—Kurt, this is my brother Blaine Anderson.

This couldn't be happening… it was unfair, surreal, completely illogical. Why did life treat him like this? He had finally found someone who made him sigh by just seeing him and turns out he's his fiancé's brother.

Life couldn't treat Kurt Hummel worst… but he was wrong, life would treat him even worst… and this was just the beginning.

—Ni-Nice to meet you.

Author's note:

Do I go on? Should I leave it? What do you think? Let me know. Nice day, don't forget to leave your review!

Translator's note:

So this is the surprise, Kurt engaged to Cooper but in love with Blaine, what will happen with that love triangle?

Same question: Do I go on or should I leave it? This is the other story I told you about and it's so great. Let me know what you think and if you think I should continue.

If you wanna keep reading I gotta say that it's getting harder for me to translate due to my schedules so I'll try to do my best to update as long as possible but I won't say the exact date like I did in 'With the Devil on our back' so I won't have you guys waiting for an update that might not come that day. I hope you understand and let me your reviews... please?