A/N:

Ok, I am so sorry for the wait. I starred in my schools performance of The Importance of Being Earnest, which opened and closed last week, so yeah. My mind was kind of occupied. My posts should go back to being weekly now, especially since it's almost school holidays!

Also, I apologize for the really shitty previous chapter. I was in such a rush! Let's hope this one is better!

And thank you again for the amazing response.

And Gabi- You'll just have to see who Hayley has a crush on ;)

Anyway,
Enjoy :)

Disclaimer (which I forgot to do last time): I don't own Glee. If I did, then I wouldn't be sitting here right now. I would be somewhere fancy with Darren Criss on speed dial (hey, a girl can dream)

"Well little brother, he seems to be a lot better than the last one," Everett said, smirking.

"Ev-" Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

"Just saying."

"Is it really-"

"Necessary? Yes. Yes it is. Why must you feel the need to-"

"Ruin your fun? Maybe it's because your idea of fun-"

"Sucks? Bullshit. I am fucking awesome." Blaine and Everett said. Both brothers were talking at a mile a minute, finishing each other's sentences and ultimately confusing the crap out of Kurt.

"So you know how you guys do that thing where you –fuck you Princess Peach! –finish each other's sentences?" Wes said from the couch.

"Yes."
"Yes," The brothers said in unison.

"It's still annoying," He said, before launching into yet another rant on how Princess Peach was such a whore. Kurt was glad he wasn't playing. Wes, David and Hayley were intense. He was surprised they hadn't started physically attacking eachother yet.

"Great talking to you too, Wesley!" Everett called.

"So, why did you want to talk to me, asshole?" Blaine asked.

"Just checking in, douche bag. Making sure Harley Quinn's alright. Making sure you're not… Rushing into anything."

"Oh, for God's sake Everett-"

"What? I was talking about Nationals! You don't want to rush Warbler practise because, you know… You don't want a repeat of what happened last time."

"Wait, what happened last time?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing!" Blaine exclaimed, before Everett could even open his mouth. "We're all fine Ev."

"Mmmhmm. Hails?"

"Ugh, fuck you and your fucking banana peels, David. Sorry, what Everett?" Hayley said from next to Wes. By the sounds of the other two's curses, Kurt figured Dave was winning the Mario Kart race.

"Keep me posted, alright?"

"You know me."

"Good. Alright guys, I should probably go and call my girlfriend. I'll talk to you later, Blaine. Love you guys!" Everett called.

"TAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKER! Wait, what?" David said.

"Ev says he loves you," Blaine informed him.

"Everett, I'm flattered, but I thought you were the straight twin?"

"I can be whatever you want me to be, David darling."

"That's what I like to hear." Everett chuckled.

"It was nice to finally meet you Kurt. And welcome to the WAD-Crew."

"Thanks, Everett," Kurt said.

"Alright, bye twin."

"Bye," Blaine said, before hanging up. He closed his laptop and placed it on the floor.

"So yeah. That's my brother."

"He seems… Nice." Blaine laughed and rolled onto his back. He pushed a strand of Kurt's hair behind his ears. Now if someone tried to touch Kurt's hair, they would usually lose a hand, but when Blaine did it, it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"I do hope you were being sarcastic, because my brother is not nice at all."

It was at that moment when Kurt realised that he and Blaine were lying on his bed. Together. Awfully close together. Like, really close. As in, their-faces-were-right-next-to-eachother close. Blaine was staring at Kurt. He took Kurt's hand, slowly rubbing it with his thumb. Kurt stared at their joint hands in wonder, and then smiled. Blaine hesitated.

"Kurt, I-"

"FUCK YES BITCHES! I AM THE GREATEST! I RULE THE FUCKING MARIO WORLD!" David practically screamed, as he jumped off the couch, doing his bizarre victory dance. Blaine dropped Kurt's hand as he jumped in surprise at David's sudden outburst. Hayley and Wes finished the race, groaning and rolling their eyes.

"Shut up David."

"Or what? You'll challenge me to another race? Oh wait, no you won't because you know I'll beat your ass again!"

"You do realise you only won because Blaine wasn't playing?"

"Bullshit. I won because I am the best."

"No. I'm pretty sure I could beat you," Blaine said, winking at Kurt.

"Alright, you're on." Blaine jumped off the bed, and grabbed Wes's Wii remote.

"Come on Kurt, you're gonna want to see this," Wes said. Kurt wandered over, and sat down next to Blaine.

"I really have no patience for video games. Finn kind of ruined that one for me," he admitted.

"Ooh, is Finn your boyfriend?" Wes joked. Blaine's Mario car thing swerved as soon as he heard the word 'boyfriend'.

"Um, no. That would be my stepbrother."

"Wow. Well, that's awkward," Hayley said, and Wes shoved her playfully. Hayley was acting very strange around Wes. He was flirting with her, and rather obviously, Kurt thought, but the strange part was that she was flirting back. He actually thought she might have had a crush on Blaine for a moment there. It would have explained so much, but now he wasn't so sure. And for that, he was so fucking grateful.

"Ugh, screw you, Blaine," David said, drawing Kurt's attention back to the game. He had to admit, watching Blaine play was quite hot actually. His eyes were glued to the screen, with a hint of mischief in his eyes as he smirked. He was winning, obviously.

Kurt laughed with Wes and Hayley at David's curses when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He opened the message, and there he saw it.

Ur a worthles fag

Kurt sat and stared at the message, shaking. They found him. This was the third time he had changed his number, and they found him. The others laughed about the game, completely oblivious to Kurt's sudden change in mood. Kurt tired his best to ignore it, but he couldn't stop staring at the screen, at the strange number. He knew who sent it. He knew why they sent it. He knew why they wouldn't leave him alone.

"Hey, you ok?" Hayley asked finally noticing Kurt staring at his phone.

"Yeah. I really need to teach my friends to stop using text-speak. They're so hard to understand sometimes!" Kurt lied, forcing himself to smile. Hayley raised her eyebrows, but said nothing as Wes laughed.

"I know right? It's so fucking annoying!" He said.

"Wes, you can't talk. You use text-speak," David said, not taking his eyes off the game.

"David, if I were you I would focus more on racing because I'm on the final lap here."

"Fuck off Blaine," David said, and they all laughed. Kurt forced himself to laugh with them as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. His hands were shaking. Blaine noticed this, and shot him a look, but Kurt just smiled. A completely fake smile.

"And with that, children, I have FUCKING WON!" Blaine yelled, jumping up suddenly.

"No! Fuck you! I am the Mario God!" David exclaimed.

"Not anymore, motherfucker!" Blaine said, doing a goofy victory dance. Blaine swearing and dancing was making Kurt feel much better. Blaine dropped back onto the couch and laid his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Told you I was good," He said with a wink. Kurt giggled. Actually giggled. God, what was this boy doing to him? He felt his phone buzz again. And again. And again.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Blaine said.

"Y-Yeah," Kurt stammered. He pulled out his phone again. It was an unknown number. His face paled as he answered it.

"You better not have told anyone, Hummel," a deep voice said, and Kurt froze.

"Leave. Me. Alone!"

Dun dun duuuuuuuunnnn.

Soo who is sending Kurt the messages, and why? That is the real question here, but I promise, all will be revealed in time. And I'll try not to leave you in suspense this time. My school is finishing up for Easter soon, so expect updates a lot quicker :)

Anyway, review if you wish, and I will talk to you guys soon!

Thanks for reading!

- Lily xx