A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoy!
xxx, Elizabeth
Chapter Three
The autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.
There was something innocent about the simple brush of lips that made it hard for Kurt to pull away. The strong arms that wrapped around his waist and the faint smell of spicy cologne and mint toothpaste was so unmistakably Brody, and Kurt was intoxicated.
Eventually, he came to his senses, stepping a few feet away and crossing his arms in front of him almost regretfully. "W-what about Rachel?"
Brody's face softened at the mention of the girl he was growing so close to. "We don't have to tell her if you don't want to."
Kurt stepped further away, surprised, "What do you mean? She's my best friend! Of course I have to tell her."
"I meant what I said before. No one would ever know if you didn't want them to."
"I don't get it. Are you even gay?"
Brody shrugged. "I'm not gay, but I'm not straight either. I'm not attracted to people because of their gender. I like pretty things, and I like pretty people."
"How does that even work? Do you even care what the people are like or are they just a collection of pretty things for you?" Kurt asked, accusingly. He didn't like where this was going. He didn't want to hurt again.
"Kurt, would you calm down for a second? I meant pretty in general. If someone's pretty outside, but their insides are uglier than a baboon's ass, I'm not about to throw them on a pedestal."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm not going to judge you on that, but I still don't understand what will happen with Rachel. I thought you liked her."
"I do," Brody sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just—there's something about you, Kurt. You're… you're special."
Kurt didn't respond. He just stood there fighting the blush that was rising in his cheeks. When Brody decided the silence had gone on for a moment too long, he let out another long sigh. "Look. I don't know what you want from me, but I really want to see where this could go. When we're at my mom's, let's try this out. If it doesn't work, I'll let it go, and we won't have to talk about it ever again."
"W-what if it does work?" And, perhaps, that was the part Kurt was more afraid of.
"Then we'll play it by ear," Brody replied as if it were the most obivous thing in the world. "It's almost three. We should probably get back on the road before my family decides to eat without us."
Kurt nodded, turning back to the car, blushing only slightly when he felt Brody's large hand slip into his and tangle their fingers together.
Brody's family's house was possibly one of the most perfect homes Kurt had ever seen. It was secluded and surrounded by a large plot of land. The wrap around porch gave the place a welcoming air, and the red shutters made the home unique. As they drove up, Brody's mother was already at the door, waving them inside. At the door, Brody greeted his mother with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Kurt thought Ms. Weston was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was petite and had her long brown hair pulled to the side in a tight braid that draped over her shoulder. When she spoke, her voice had music in it, reminding Kurt of a bird and making him smile.
"Brody, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Ms. Weston asked pointedly as she looked Kurt up and down.
Brody shook his head, feigning exasperation, but Kurt could tell that he loved his mom. He seemed more relaxed than Kurt had ever seen him before, but Kurt could understand why. There was something about the atmosphere that made him forget all of his problems. "Mother, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is my mom. Kurt's roommates with Rachel—the girl from NYADA that I was telling you about."
Ms. Weston nodded animatedly. "Rachel's the one with the really nice singing voice, right? The one Tibbedeuax likes?"
Brody grinned, "Yeah, that's the one. Anyways, this is Kurt. He works at with Isabelle Wright."
"Isabelle? Oh, I love her!"
"You know Isabelle?" Kurt asked, surprised by the familiarity that seemed to warm Ms. Weston's features at the mention of his boss.
"We went to school together—a boarding school near Manhattan. Isabelle was always so…eccentric."
Kurt nodded, "She's definitely something else, but I love working with her."
"Well, you'll have to tell her I say hello. Oh, and it's nice to meet you, Kurt," Ms. Weston said with a bright white smile.
"Of course, Ms. Weston. And it's a pleasure to meet you as well."
"Ms. Weston? Oh, please, call me Wendy," Ms. Weston—Wendy—said with a wink before turning to Brody.
"So, how long are you boys staying here?"
Brody shrugged, "Just for the day unless I can convince Kurt to stay longer."
Kurt smiled almost paifully, "I would, but I have to get back to the city for work tomorrow. Isabelle was nice enough to give me the day off, so I sort of owe it to her to actually show up tomorrow."
Wendy brushed it off. "Oh, Kurt, I insist that you stay. At least for the weekend. I'll call Is myself. I can be very convincing when I want to be."
"You really don't have to do that," Kurt murmured, biting at his lip.
"Just let her," Brody whispered, a smile playing at his lips. "She'll get a thrill out of it."
"Just give me a few minutes and I'll make the call. Oh, and I wasn't expecting Brody to bring company, so the guest room isn't made up. I'm sure you won't mind sharing a room with him? At least for tonight?"
Brody smirked, slipping a hand into Kurt's and twining their fingers together. "I'm sure he won't mind, Mom. I'm just gonna go show him the room. You call Isabelle."
Wendy gave a knowing look, smiling down at the boys' interlocked fingers before turning and walking towards what Kurt assumed was the kitchen in order to make the phone call. Before she was completely out of the room, he already felt Brody dragging him up the stairs. "Come on, my room's up here."
Kurt tripped up the stairs behind Brody, following him down a short hallway that led them to a large, navy colored room. The wooden floor contrasted brightly with the dark blue walls, and the white comforter on the bed and the white curtains hung from the large picture window gave the room a nautical feel. "It's nice here," Kurt said as he looked around.
"Yeah, this is home," Brody said with a smile.
"So," Kurt looked up awkwardly. "I have to ask you something."
"I'm guessing this has to do with our agreement?" Brody asked, sitting down on his bed and motioning for Kurt to join him.
Kurt nodded, "I'm just a bit confused. I think your mom thinks we're—you know—together."
"And?" Brody asked, a smirk playing at his lips once more. "Isn't that the point? We said we were going to try this out. I wanna get the full experience in while I can."
"So what do I say if she asks about us?"
"Tell her the truth," Brody said simply.
"And what would that be?" Kurt was getting a bit exasperated. This trip was starting to become a lot more than it was cracked up to be.
Brody scooted closer to Kurt, wrapping an arm around his waist and smiling. "The truth is that we didn't always talk much, but we knew each other because Rachel was a mutual friend. Recently we started getting closer, and I convinced you to come up here with me. On the way here, I asked you to go out with me, and you said yes."
"Oh," Kurt said dumbly. All he could focus on was how Brody was—again. How green his eyes were in the moment, and how they were blue only a minute ago. How his eyes were now fixed on Kurt's lips for the second time that day.
"Has anyone ever told you you're kinda adorable when you're flustered?"
Kurt grinned, shaking his head in answer. "No. Has anyone ever told you you're kinda annoyingly persistent?"
"Usually it's just stubborn, but yes. Has anyone ever told you that your lips are really distracting? All I can think about is how soft they are and what it felt like to kiss you."
"Well, I guess, in the spirit of 'trying this out' I can remind you." Kurt smiled, leaning in only slightly to press his lips against Brody's. This kiss was easier. The complications of what would happen with Rachel were pushed to the back of his mind because he had no reason to think that whatever was happening would last for more than the weekend, but Kurt decided when he lost Blaine that he would stop thinking too much about the future. Right now was all that mattered, and right now kissing Brody felt pretty good.
Suddenly there was the sound of a throat clearing in the doorway. Kurt pulled back quickly, attempting to collect himself, turning to see a girl with bright red hair leaning against the wall. "Mom told me to come up to say hello, but you seem a bit busy," the girl said with a smile directed at her brother. "I didn't know you met someone."
Brody grinned back at his sister. "Well, hello to you too, sis."
The red-haired girl laughed slightly before stepping forward and lending a hand for Kurt to shake. "Hello, boy that was just attempting to eat my brother's face. I'm Audrey."
Kurt blushed brightly before shaking Audrey's hand. "Hi, Audrey, and I prefer Kurt if you don't mind."
"Kurt it is," Audrey smiled, turning back to her brother. "Mom said dinner should be ready soon, so you should head down."
"Alright. Thanks, Audrey," Brody said, watching as his sister left the room, turning back to Kurt when she was walking back down the hallway. "Well, that was my sister."
"She seems nice," Kurt smiled, blushing when Brody's hand found its way back into his. It seemed to be a habit of his.
"She's alright, I guess," Brody said with a laugh, pulling Kurt to his feet and kissing his forehead. "Come on, let's go get dinner."
Kurt nodded, stopping only when he felt a buzz in his pocket. He pulled his phone out, finding a text from his boss.
From Isabelle: Hi, Kurt! Wendy told me all about that new boy of yours. Don't worry about work this weekend. I want you to have fun! Consider it an early Christmas present. I expect to hear some details when I see you Monday, though, sir. xxx