I do not own glee.

Kurt went to sleep that night at about ten in a warm bed and with a full stomach. He would have to go to school tomorrow. He really didn't want to, and he would probably just ditch Finn once they got to the building, but hey, he'll humor them.

Kurt woke up at about two in the morning and realized that he needed a fix. Cigarettes, wine, hell he'd even work with cigars or weed at this point, but just something, anything.

He sneakily went downstairs to raid the wine cabinet. He chose some inexpensive Sangria and drank about a quarter of the bottle before putting it back. He'd have to get some cigarettes some time this week.

After his nightly fix he went back to his room and snuggled deeply into the thick comforter. Kurt was woken up from his deep sleep by loud thumping and finally a short rap on his door.

He was startled by the six-foot-three figure standing at his doorway at first, and immediately reached for a blunt object (which just happened to be the bedside lamp) out of habit. "Whoa, easy there dude," Finn said. "I just came to wake you up. We leave for school in about forty minutes. Breakfast is downstairs whenever you're ready. Oh, and my mom put some of my old, smaller clothes in the drawers if you need to change."

"Right," Kurt said, untensing.

Once the frankenteen shut his door and tramped down the hall he took a quick shower, styled his hair, and searched for some clothes. He never could really afford nice clothing, but he had always wished he could wear some of those chic outfits he saw in the Vogue magazines he often stole. Inside the drawers of the bureau were a few pairs of barely worn jeans that he decided would probably fit, and a plain new-looking red t-shirt. He paired it with a thin, black belt and a pair of black high tops.

Kurt went down to the kitchen to find Carole and Finn sitting at the small kitchen table eating cereal, bacon, and some fruit. "Good morning, Kurt," Carole said.

"Morning," Kurt replied not looking her in the eye.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good," Kurt said, still focusing elsewhere.

"Well," Carole said, "There's some food on the table, help yourself."

"Thanks."

After breakfast Finn and Kurt went out to Finn's car, an old truck that was in genuine need for a new paint job.

Finn must've sensed Kurt examining it because as he got in he said, "Me and dad fixed it one summer. You would have liked him. He was always supporting me and he was so understanding. He was great."

Kurt just nodded and sighed, getting into the passenger's side. He understood what Finn was trying to say. "He would be okay with having a gay son who used to live in a whore house, who also smokes, drinks, and does drugs."

They pulled up to a large, brick building and as the two walked together, a mohawk-haired boy approached them. "So, you must be Finn's new bro?"

"I suppose you could say that," Kurt said, scrutinizing the teenage boy.

"Puck," He said, nodding.

"Kurt."

"He doin glee?" Puck asked Finn.

"Um, I don't know. He has to stay today though because I have to give him a ride home." Finn then turned to Kurt, "Hey, Kurt I have to stay for glee today, so at the end of the day just meet me in the chorus room, I'll show you where it's at, okay?"

Kurt nodded, and they soon got into the school. Kurt was immediately faced with a short, brown-eyed brunette wearing just about the ugliest sweater he had ever seen.

"Hello, my name is Rachel Berry," She said, extending her hand out for the young boy to shake.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt said, eying the girl suspiciously.

"I'm assuming that Finn has told you about our school's glee club," Rachel said.

"Yes, he may have mentioned it. Now listen Hobbit, just let me get to class, I can assure you that I have zero interest in your silly club."

Kurt walked away from Rachel, leaving her jaw hanging open. Finn chased after his new step-brother, ignoring his stunned girlfriend.

"Kurt, what was that all about?"

"I don't want to be in your stupid club, and I don't want to have to deal with that spoiled bitch, and I don't want you to get all up in my face!"

"Whoa," Finn said, backing up and raising his hands in mock surrender, "Fine, you don't have to be all defensive about it."

"Well you don't have to chase after me, and you definitely don't have to play "big-brother" on me, okay? You can just leave me alone now."

"Kurt, I actually want to be friends with you. I know that you didn't have the best life back in California, but-"

"Stop! Just stop it! Please, I know that you're mom is making you play nice with me, but she can cut it out too. It's obvious that no one wants me here, the social workers just made me come here so I wasn't working the streets, but you don't have to do all of that for me. Just let me stay here until I turn eighteen and then I'll be out of you're life."

"Kurt, no one wants that for you!" Finn said. "We just want to be your family. If Burt was still here he'd want to take you in and get to know you, too."

"Stop lying to me, I know that your mom's just making you say that. Just pretend to be brothery at home, and then we can avoid each other at school. It's obvious you don't want to be seen with me. I mean, come on! You're Finn Hudson, the popular jock!"

"Kurt, we just want to be here for you, can't you just accept that?"

"No, Finn, I really can't. I can't just accept that these two strangers want to come into my life, and take me in, and feed me, and clothe me and that they don't want anything out of it! How can you just expect me to do that?"

"Fine, Kurt, if you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Just know that we'll be here if you need us."

A/N

So I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I figured I'll just split it up and post the shorter chapter sooner, rather than post a longer chapter way later. I'm sorry for not updating this in like, forever but now that it is summer vacation I should have some more time to update my stories! Yay!

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