A/N: I honestly don't even know what I just wrote. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! There should be another post some time tomorrow!
xxx, Elizabeth
Chapter Two
Your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze—we're singin' in a car, getting lost upstate.
Kurt woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and cinnamon. He slowly sat up and looked around the room. The realization that he wasn't sitting in his small apartment in Buschwick was a bit jarring. The time that he saw glaring up at him from his phone was worse. It was almost eleven. Isabelle was going to kill him—he was four hours late for work.
And then he felt a shift of the cushions beside him, looking up to see Brody sitting by his feet, sipping a cup of coffee. "Good morning, princess," he said with a smirk.
"Brody!" Kurt practically screeched, jumping off of the couch as the memories of the night before surfaced in his brain. The two had talked and laughed and watched mindless television for hours and Brody had offered for Kurt to stay the night since he would have to come to the city for work in the morning either way—explaining why he woke up on a soft leather couch in a posh apartment in the city.
"What?" Brody asked, smiling innocently.
"Why didn't you wake me up? Isabelle is going to kill me—or worse. Fire me!"
"Calm down, Hummel. You're starting to sound like that girl from Harry Potter," Brody chuckled. "You're kinda adorable when you're sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up, so I called your boss earlier, and she told me you could take the day off. Said she was happy you were finally moving on—whatever that means."
Kurt blushed brightly, "Oh god. My life is over."
"And why's that?"
"My boss thinks you're my new boyfriend!" Kurt tried to play it off with a sneer, but honestly, the idea wasn't all that terrible.
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing," Brody smirked. "Am I really that terrible?"
Kurt laughed at that, "I guess not, but don't you ever worry about people thinking you're gay?"
Brody rolled his eyes. "I go to a performing arts college, and I've taken dance lessons since I was four. That ship sailed a long time ago." He was quiet for a moment, seemingly attempting to figure out how to word what he was about to say next. "Besides, if I were suddenly thrown into a relationship, you aren't the worst possible option I could have. You're not half bad looking."
Kurt curled in on himself. He liked to think he had a healthy amount of self-esteem, but he still was caught off guard when people said he was good-looking. Especially boys. Especially boys that looked like Brody. "A-and what's that supposed to mean?"
Brody's laugh trickled through the entire apartment. "Oh, please! Even you know you've got a hot piece of ass. You wouldn't wear those jeans that probably cut off your circulation if you didn't."
Kurt was pretty sure his face was on fire. "They aren't that tight!"
"See? You didn't deny you've got a hot ass!"
"Careful, Weston," Kurt grinned maliciously. "People might start to get the wrong idea about you."
"You'll come to learn, Hummel, that I don't really give a shit about what other people think of me."
"I bet you care what your family thinks of you," he replied pointedly.
"Right!" Brody's eyes lit up. "That reminds me! Since you're free for the day, do you wanna go see my family with me? I promised my sister I'd go up to visit soon, and car rides aren't as fun when you have to make them alone."
"Didn't you say that it's three hours away?" Kurt asked, reluctantly. "Plus, I don't have any clothes to wear."
"It isn't that bad! You can borrow some of mine. They'll be a little big, but I don't think you really need to impress anyone. It's just gonna be my mom and siblings."
Kurt let out a loud sigh. "Fine, I guess I'll go. You're lucky I honestly have nothing else to do." He ran a hand through his hair, cringing at the warning of grease building up in his locks. "Can I possibly take a shower before we leave?"
Brody nodded, setting down his coffee. "Bathroom's down the hall. I'll get you some clothes to change into."
Kurt felt ridiculous wearing Brody's sweatshirt that was two sizes larger than he was used to and jeans that miraculously fit, but were definitely not tight or flattering in any way, but it was easy to forget about that when he was sitting in a Lamborghini that was going 30 over the speed limit while singing to pretty much any song that had ever been on Broadway. The fact that Brody had an arm carelessly flung around the headrest of his seat, just distracted him further.
Every once in a while, Brody would glance over at Kurt, and when he caught him looking back, his grin would widen, but he never said a word—just kept singing to whatever song was on. It was weird for Kurt to feel so comfortable with a straight man. Normally, he would have about fifteen different walls up like he did around Puck or Finn, but the mixture of show tunes and the nice car and the smell of Brody's cologne sort of intoxicated him and made him feel strangely at home sitting in the buttery soft leather passenger seat.
A little over two hours into the car ride, Brody broke the silence. "We're gonna be there in like fifteen minutes. The house is just a minute or so off the highway."
Kurt nodded, "Can you tell me their names again? I don't wanna look dumb."
"Sure," Brody said with a laugh, "but I don't think you could ever really look dumb. My mom's name is Wendy—call her Ms. Weston the first time you see her, but I'm sure she'll tell you you don't have to call her that. My two sisters are Sierra and Audrey. Audrey is the older one, and she has really pretty red hair. Sierra's the youngest and she has long straight blonde hair. She kinda sticks out. My brother is Austin. He's the middle child."
"Audrey, Austin, Sierra. Okay, I think I got it," Kurt said with a grin. He looked out the window, surprised to see the scenery had changed drastically now that he was looking more closely. The leaves hadn't all fallen yet in this part of the state, and everything was much quieter—much more peaceful compared to the city. It almost reminded him of Lima—but only about the good parts.
Suddenly, Brody pulled over to the side of the road. "Hold on, I wanna show you something before we get caught up in the chaos." He slid out of the car, running over to Kurt's side and opening the door for him. "Come on, follow me!"
Kurt tried not to think too much about the fact that Brody had opened his door for him. He tried not to think of how the clothes he was wearing smelled faintly of the boy's cologne. He tried not to think about Brody's voice and how it had effortlessly floated through the notes of every song they had blasted on the way up here. He tried, but he failed miserably.
"Where are we going?" he called as he followed Brody up the trail leading off of the highway. Brody was leading him into the woods, it seemed.
"Just trust me, okay? You won't regret it," Brody replied as he trudged further down the path toward whatever it was he was trying to find.
Kurt could hear it before he saw it. A loud crashing of water. Then he could feel mist that was spraying out from the waves. And eventually he could see the source of the noise, and he understood why Brody found it necessary to come out here.
"This is probably my favorite place in New York," Brody said, not taking his eyes away from the beach the entire time. It was secluded and quiet—it seemed like a secret, and Kurt was surprised that he was the one Brody chose to share it with. "No one ever comes out here, so it's really quiet. No one's ever here to see."
Kurt nodded, smiling out at the waves, not noticing that Brody's eyes were now fixed on him.
"No one would ever know," Brody whispered almost to himself as he took Kurt's hand in his own.
Kurt looked up in surprise, not knowing what to expect. His eyes locked with the set of blue-green ones in front of him, and suddenly he could feel heat rising in his cheeks and a sense of want coursed through his veins. "No one would ever know what exactly?" Kurt asked, trying to make sure he knew what Brody was thinking before making an assumption that could ruin whatever this was.
Brody's lips twitched up at the corners, and his eyes flicked down to Kurt's lips, his tongue flicking out to wet his own. "No one would ever know about this," he said simply, and then Kurt could feel soft lips pressing down against his.