A/N: Hello :) This chapter - I don't know if I'm happy with it; the introduction takes up half the chapter anyway, and I'm sorry for that - would chronologically be the first, as it takes place in between Special Education and AVGC. Only after writing this chapter this way, I realised that maybe the Hudmels didn't immediately move in together but only after buying a new house (took me only four months to get there :S) - but naturally, that's not the case here.

Hopefully you'll like the chapter, and please leave a review! :)

It was two weeks since the wedding, and Finn had, by now, managed to come to terms with the fact that he now had a real stepdad and stepbrother. He and his mum had moved in with the Hummels almost right after the wedding, but now, for the first time, everyone was home. Which meant that Finn had spent most of his day cleaning up his (and Kurt's. Mostly Kurt's) room to avoid getting glared or shouted at the entire weekend.

Yes, Burt had promised that they would buy another house, in which both boys could have their own rooms, but for the time being, they had to share. Finn suspected that they were going to be moving during the Christmas holidays, which sort of sucked.

And he didn't really know how to behave around Kurt now – sure, they were brothers now and Finn meant what he had said at the wedding, but Kurt was still the competition (even though Sectionals was already over), and he had been the one who had (perhaps unknowingly, but still) told Rachel that everyone had known all along about Finn and Santana. Finn was fairly sure that the other boy's crush on him had been over the second he had said the f-word (no, not that one, the other one) all those months ago, but he had never shared a room with anyone before, and neither had Kurt, so who knew what would happen.

Of course, Finn wasn't sure if Kurt had a roommate at Dalton – he'd probably hear everything about it this weekend. It had been decided that Kurt should board at least until Christmas. If he'd rather come back home then, he was welcome to do so, but their parents had encouraged him to at least give boarding a try. Finn thought that maybe, it was to prevent them having to share a room the whole week.

Family dinner (it was a Friday night, after all) had been easy enough to get through; everyone talked about their week, and about the upcoming week. Everyone ate, spoke and laughed as if they'd done this for years already, even though this was the first time they were really together as a family. It seemed almost natural.

Which was great, of course.

After dinner, however, the trickiest part of the weekend came – it was the moment when Finn was told to take Kurt's bags downstairs, with Kurt himself following suit. Finn almost collapsed under the weight of the bags – it was as if his stepbrother had brought everything he'd packed for Dalton back home with him now.

"Why aren't you carrying anything?" Finn therefore asked as he tried not to fall down the stairs.

Kurt rolled his eyes at him. "Fine. Give me that." With that, he grabbed what was probably the lightest bag from the pile and scrambled past Finn, who tried to keep his balance and just barely succeeded. He didn't want to face the wrath of Kurt if he dared to drop any of his undoubtedly expensive bags.

When Finn finally arrived downstairs, he tried to carefully put the bags down (though apparently, not carefully enough). Kurt was already inspecting the room with the eye of an expert.

"I must say I'm impressed," the shorter boy commented in the end. "It looks like you at least attempted to keep the room clean, which is more than I thought you would do."

Finn grinned proudly. It wasn't often that he could prove Kurt wrong, after all.

"Although…," Kurt muttered, staring at Finn's bed pensively. He crossed the room within a second and crouched down next to the bed. Wrinkling his nose, he stood back up. "Honestly, Finn? You shoved everything under your bed?"

"You weren't supposed to find out about that," Finn muttered, frowning slightly at his stepbrother. Why did he have to be such a party pooper?

"You didn't exactly hide it well," Kurt retorted, walking over towards his bags.

As he started to move them across the room, Finn said, "At least it's out of your sight for now."

Kurt just gave him a look that dared him to leave his stuff littered around the room the next time he came home. Finn decided not to try it, for fear of the consequences.

Walking back upstairs, Kurt said, "I'm going to get some milk. You want some?"

Finn pulled a face. "Milk? Aren't we a little too old for that?"

Kurt huffed. "Milk is great for your health, I'll have you know. It's also delicious, and it helps you sleep."

"Sleep? It's nowhere near bedtime!" Finn exclaimed, wondering what Dalton had done to Kurt in only two weeks.

Kurt waved his argument away. "I didn't say it makes you sleepy, Finn." With that, he was out of the door.

Not feeling like doing any homework, Finn just sagged down on his bed, prodding the stuff he had shoved underneath with his foot. It wasn't all that bad, right? At least the floor was visible now – for the first time since he and his mother had moved in.

When Kurt came back, carefully walking down the stairs, he carried two glasses of milk with him. "Just try it, Finn. It's not going to hurt you."

Still, he placed one of the glasses on Finn's nightstand instead of just giving it to him. Finn eyed the glass wearily – he really didn't want to fall asleep so early. "Why did you tell Rachel that everyone already knew about me and Santana?" he blurted out all of a sudden. Sure, there had been some time to talk after Sectionals the week before, but much more than a mutual congratulations hadn't been exchanged between the two clubs (mostly Kurt and New Directions, though – the other Warblers had seemed both distracted by the girls and intimidated by Puck (and the other guys, too)).

Kurt stared at him for a moment. "Are you seriously so upset about that?" he asked, sounding incredulous. "I thought you'd already told her – you know, honesty is very important in a relationship, from what I hear."

"It didn't concern her," Finn muttered in reply. "It happened before I started dating her."

"It's still something you lied to her about," Kurt said. "From what I heard, she told you the truth about what happened between her and Jesse, and you still didn't say anything."

"It doesn't matter," Finn told him, eager to talk about something else. "She cheated on me. With Puck. I broke up with her."

"She cheated on you with Puck?" Finn didn't think he'd ever seen Kurt's eyebrows go any higher. "What is it about that boy that makes girls forget that they've already got a boyfriend?"

"Don't ask me," Finn said. "You're the one who likes guys, remember?" He was positive Kurt glared at him for that comment, but luckily, he was too busy drinking his milk to retort.

"Are you sure breaking up with Rachel was a good idea, though?" Kurt asked after a minute. "I mean, yeah, she cheated on you, but you love each other – don't you think you can work through it?"

Now it was Finn's turn to glare at Kurt – or attempt to, at least. "If she really loved me, she wouldn't have cheated on me," he responded. "You don't know what it's like… what it feels like."

"What if it was just a lapse of judgement?" Kurt asked. "Look, Finn – I'm not trying to defend Rachel here, but… it's obviously hard for you too."

Finn shook his head resolutely. "No. No, I – I can't just forgive her for doing that, you know? I can't even describe how I feel right now – not that I would, because guys don't talk about feelings anyway. It's just awful."

Kurt nodded as if understanding completely, though Finn wondered if he ever could. "Drink some milk before it gets cold," his stepbrother almost ordered him. "It might help you feel better. It does for me, anyway."

Frowning, Finn eyed him for a moment. "Uh – what?" he asked in the end. "Wasn't there supposed to be some… anti-bullying thing at Dalton?"

Kurt's eyes widened immediately. "No, that's not what I meant. Everyone's really nice at Dalton, it just takes me some time to fit in. It's hard, but… it's okay. And it's safe."

"So everything's good?" Finn asked, trying to sound stern but probably failing.

With a shrug, Kurt said, "Yeah, it is. But – did I tell you I got a real warbler during my first meeting?"

"You mean a real bird?" Finn asked, confused. What kind of Glee club gave their members pets?

"Yeah, a real bird," Kurt confirmed with a wry smile. "His name is Pavarotti. I left him at school for now, though – I doubt he'd like a two hour car ride, and Blaine volunteered to look after him anyway." After taking another sip of his milk, Kurt continued telling Finn about the bird. "Last week, everything was fine, but then, he didn't sing anymore, he didn't hop around in his cage, he barely seemed to eat… so I thought he was dying, you know? But according to Blaine, he was only moulting." Kurt rolled his eyes, probably out of annoyance with himself.

"Moulting?" Finn asked, uncertainly.

"Growing a new coat of feathers," Kurt explained as he placed his glass, which was now empty, on his nightstand. Finn eyed him for a few seconds, almost expecting him to fall asleep on the spot, before deciding that maybe, the milk was safe to drink. Tentatively, he reached over towards his own glass and slowly sipped it. "I felt so stupid."

"Would've happened to me too," Finn told him in an attempt to console him. "I bet no one's going to be mean about that to you."

Kurt smiled a bit at that. "I certainly hope so," he said, still sounding a little worried. "So – you like the milk?"

Finn narrowed his eyes at him, not sure if Kurt was merely interested in his answer or if there was more to it. In the end, he said, "It's alright."

It was as if Kurt knew about his internal struggle to come up with a good answer, for he rolled his eyes again, but now at Finn. "Just drink it, Finn, and give me your glass. I think dad wants to interrogate me a little more about Dalton anyway." He sighed, exasperated – but Finn was almost sure that he was secretly at least a little glad that his father was a bit worried… even if it was bad for his heart, like Kurt so often stressed.

"Good luck," he told his stepbrother with a goofy grin as he handed his glass over. He wasn't going upstairs now, that was for sure. Fortunately, he had his video games down here. It was up to Kurt to face his father on his own.

A/N: So... yeah. What do you think? Let me know, please review!