Brothers

Author's Note: In this story Kurt's mom's old sewing room becomes Finn's new bedroom. I borrowed the idea from another FF author, Dyl01. Thanks!

Mercedes was waiting for Kurt. She started talking the minute he climbed out of his baby. "Boy, I said call me! Not text me! 'I'm home. Nigel didn't kill me. See you tomorrow.' Very funny! Now spill."

Kurt linked arms with his BFF. Together they strolled into McKinley. "We met at the Starbucks on Main. Then we went to Kibby Corners Park. Then," Kurt stopped walking, and turned towards Mercedes. For this, he had to see her face. "I brought him home for dinner."

Mercedes squealed and grabbed his arms. "NO! What did your father say?"

Kurt twined her arm through his and pulled her towards their lockers. "He asked if we were dating."

"What did you say?"

The countertenor pulled some books from his locker. "I said we were thinking about it."

"I'm guessing your father wasn't too happy about that. He's a little protective of you."

"A little?" Kurt slammed his locker closed. He and his girl headed towards their first period class. "He's not happy that Nigel's four years older than I am. But Carole likes Nigel, so he's not freaking out too much."

As they took their seats, Mercedes leaned over towards her best boy, and lowered her voice. "Do you like Nigel?"

The countertenor smiled. "You know, I think I do."

"Kurt?" Burt wandered into Kurt's room. "Carole says you and Finn have worked things out?"

Kurt turned from his lap top. "Yeah, we talked when they came over for dinner. We're O.K. He didn't mean to hurt me, Dad. I didn't mean to freak him out. We're over it."

"So, you'd be fine with them moving back in?"

"Sure." Kurt leaned back against his chair, thinking. "You know, if we cleared out Mom's old sewing room, Finn could use that. Then we wouldn't have to share a bathroom. He's really a slob!"

"We've never touched your mom's room. You ready for that?"

Kurt nodded. "I think Carole would appreciate it. It can't be comfortable for her to have to walk by a room full of mom's stuff. Besides, Finn and I need our own space." Kurt grinned at Burt. "If he promises not to make a mess, he can still play his games on the large screen down here."

Carole and Finn had moved back in a few weeks ago. The boxes were unpacked. They were all starting to relax again. At dinner, Carole and Burt talked about maybe taking a camping weekend, just the two of them. Kurt nodded his head and said, "Yeah, sounds nice," in all the right places but he wasn't really paying attention. In his mind, he was creating scenarios for himself and his own personal salesman, for their next 'store' night.

Later that evening, as the Glee diva brushed his teeth and got ready for bed, Nigel was still front and center in his thoughts. Switching off the light in his washroom, and entering his bedroom, he wasn't surprised to find his almost step-brother sitting on the couch in his room. Game control in hand, Finn was happily blowing cars, buildings and avatars up. The tall teen nodded to Kurt but didn't take his eyes off the screen. Kurt sat at his vanity, and started on his cleansing/moisturizing routine.

The McKinley jock finished his game and waited until the Glee diva was done smearing gunk on his face. He had learned not to try and talk to Kurt until he was finished. The nightly routine was a multi-step process and if Kurt got side tracked and missed a step, he had to start all over which really pissed him off. So, Finn waited until the other boy capped his last tube, got into bed, and fluffed the pillows behind his back.

Finn turned on the couch, leaning over the back, facing his almost sibling. "Kurt…"

The countertenor folded his hands in his lap and waited patiently. He knew that it often took Finn quite a while to find the right words. "Finn…"

"This camping trip that our parents are thinking about, we've got to convince them to go."

"Why?" Kurt shuddered. Camping was so not his thing!

"If they go camping, we get the house to ourselves." Finn could see that Kurt was just not getting it, which really surprised him. Kurt wasn't usually slow to connect the dots. "Dude! Empty house! No parents! I can have Rachel over. You can have Nigel over. Kurt! This is going to be amazing, bro!"

"Don't call me dude." Kurt's reprimand was automatic. The annoyance and threat that usually flowed through the words, was missing.

Finn just waved his hands. "Yeah, yeah, whatever… Kurt? Are you with me?"

Kurt's eyes sparkled and his smile widened until it seemed to cover his whole face. "Oh, yes, Finn. I'm definitely with you." Kurt nodded decisively. Finn jumped off the couch, punched his fist in the air, and whooped. "Shush! Shush! Keep it down, you idiot!"

Finn tackled Kurt in his bed, rolled them both over and over until Kurt shoved him off the bed, laughing. Finn hit the staircase out of Kurt's room, running. "I've got to call Rachel."

Kurt sat in the choir room next to Mercedes. His BFF muttered to herself while jabbing at her phone, Angry Birds was teaching her a whole new level of frustration. Kurt watched Finn, who was in a huddle with Rachel. Finn spoke quietly, but urgently. Rachel kept shaking her head. Obviously, Finn wasn't having much luck convincing Rachel to stay over while Carole and Burt went camping. The countertenor was so focused on Rachel and Finn that he didn't see Puck approach him. "Yo! Hummel! I hear you're not flying solo anymore."

The Glee diva rolled his eyes. Really, could Finn never keep his mouth shut! "Yes, Noah, I'm seeing someone."

Puck smirked and twitched his biceps. "Is he hotter than me?"

Kurt looked the other boy over, eyes taking in Puck's pride and joy, his famous 'guns'. "He may not be hotter, but he's definitely smarter and nicer." Kurt leaned closer to the Mohawked teen and lowered his voice. "And, he does absolutely anything I tell him to do." The countertenor laid major emphasis on the word 'anything', to make sure that Puck got the point.

Puck blinked and backed a step away from the delicate boy, staring at him. Yes, Kurt was actually saying what Puck thought he was saying! Puck raised his hand and pulled Kurt's hand up, forcing a high five. "Way to go, Hummel!"

Kurt laughed and shoved the muscle bound boy away from him. The Glee diva would never admit it, but it was kind of nice to be treated like one of the guys for a change.

Finn was not happy that Rachel was being so hesitant. He bitched about it the whole drive home from school. "Have you asked Nigel yet?"

"No, I'll call him tonight. He usually works Saturday, so that could be a problem. If he can't switch days with someone, then he'll just come over after work."

"I bet he's not going to give you the same crap Rachel's giving me."

"It's easier for Nigel, Finn. He doesn't live with his parents. He doesn't have to get anyone's permission. Rachel's going to have to lie to her fathers. She's going to have to give them some reason for staying out all night. That's not something Rachel does easily." Kurt drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and glanced over at his almost brother. "You know, Finn, there could be another reason why Rachel's hesitating."

Finn's head swiveled towards his pseudo sibling. "What?"

"Maybe she's not just nervous about her dads; maybe she's nervous about you."

"No way, man." Finn looked at Kurt as if he had lost his mind. "There's no way I make Rachel nervous! We've been seeing each other for like forever!"

"Yes, but you've never been alone, just the two of you, all night." Really, Finn could be so dense!"Do I have to spell it out for you? Rachel may be worried about what you expect from her." Finn's eyes were still puzzled. The McKinley voice sighed dramatically, exasperated with the taller teen's confusion. "Maybe she's not ready to have sex with you, Finn and she's worried that you're expecting it. Just talk to her."

The quarterback flushed to his hairline and look down at his hands. "Yeah." A few awkward minutes later, the jock looked over at the slighter boy behind the wheel. "Thanks, man. You're going to make the best brother!"

The Glee diva ran a hand through his hair straightening his bangs, and smirked at the boy beside him. "I know."

After dinner, Kurt called Nigel. "You know the expression, 'to fuck someone right through the mattress'? I think we should test the theory, on my mattress."

"You mean your bed, with pillows and sheets and comfort?"

"That's what I mean."

"Honey, I'm salivating."

Kurt laughed. "My father and Carole are going camping this weekend. We have the house to ourselves Saturday night, well, except for Finn and Rachel but I'm pretty sure they'll be busy."

"I'm working Saturday but I'll be over as soon as the store closes."

"See you then." Kurt wasn't surprised at Nigel's reaction. The dressing room at Nigel's store was private but not very comfortable. The couch at Nigel's sister's place, or the bed in his room, were both comfortable but privacy was almost impossible there. His niece and nephew were everywhere, all the time. Even when they were supposed to be sleeping, there was no guarantee. They constantly woke up with nightmares, and tommy aches, ear aches and flu. A whole night, in bed, with Nigel sounded really good. Every once in a while, when you least expected it, Finn came up with a brilliant idea!

Saturday morning, Burt and Carole left bright and early. The boys got up to say goodbye to them, and waved as their car pulled away. Finn closed the front door and yawned. Kurt rubbed his eyes. "I'm going back to bed. When's Rachel coming over?"

"She told her dads, that she's doing a sleep over with the Glee girls. She said she'd be here around 6."

"Yeah, Nigel too. We'll order dinner when they get here." Kurt stopped at the top of the staircase leading down to his room, and called to his almost brother, who had started up the stairs to his own room. "Finn, you realize that you've got to clean your room and change the sheets before Rachel gets here, right?"

The jock turned and smirked at the diva. "Yeah, bro, I'm not a complete idiot!"

Kurt and Mercedes hit the mall for an hour or two. Not a successful trip! Nothing was on sale, nothing fit, and nothing was gorgeous enough so they decided to drive out to the Lima Bean and have coffee with Blaine.

"Wes is making everyone nuts. He called an extra rehearsal this morning. No one likes getting up early on Saturday! If he doesn't watch it, someone is going to drug his morning coffee." Blaine stared down into his own coffee, and smirked, making it clear that the 'someone' would be him!

"I'll trade you Rachel for Wes." Mercedes took a bite of her white chocolate raspberry scone. "She really thinks that she's the only one in Glee who can sing!"

"No, she's vaguely aware that the rest of us can carry a tune. She just thinks that we should be happy to harmonize behind her." Kurt stirred his non-fat mocha. "You know, Rachel would be happy with the Warblers, as long as she was the front man/woman."

"Yeah, she'd love that." Mercedes nodded in agreement, and raised her eyebrows at the Dalton lead singer. "You sure you don't want her?"

"No thanks." Blaine laughed. "I think I'll stick with Wes." The head Warbler looked at the two friends sitting opposite him. "What are you guys doing tonight?"

"I'm going over to Tina's." Mercedes took a last sip of her latte. "She's having a spa/movie night. All the Glee girls are going, except for Kurt and Rachel."

"You're missing a spa/movie night?" The Dalton boy knew that the McKinley kid loved nights with his 'girls'.

"Nigel's coming over." Kurt checked his watch. "I've got to be home by 6."

Mercedes gave Blaine a sly smile. "Ask him where his father and Carole are tonight."

The Warbler's eyes glinted with curiosity. "O.K. Where are your father and Carole tonight?"

"Thank you, Mercedes!" Kurt glared at his BFF. "They went camping this morning. They won't be home till tomorrow night."

Blaine's eyebrows rose into perfect triangles. "And Nigel's coming over!" The Warbler shook his finger at the pale teen and assumed his prissiest, teacher voice. "Why, Kurt Hummel what ever happened to Daddy's little boy?"

Mercedes snorted. She and Blaine grinned at each other.

The countertenor flushed a pale pink but answered with composure. "He grew up!"

Rachel arrived first. It wasn't hard to tell that she was a nervous wreck. Kurt pulled her into the house and hugged her. "Rachel, relax. If Finn gets too pushy, call my cell and Nigel and I will come up and beat the crap out of him."

The Streisand clone giggled and returned her friend's hug. "Thanks, Kurt."

Finn came bounding down the stairs. "Hey, get away from my girl!"

The three McKinley teens were in the kitchen, looking through take-out flyers, trying to decide what they wanted for dinner, when the doorbell rang. Kurt dropped the flyer he had been reading and flew out of the kitchen. Finn smirked at Rachel. "I thought he didn't like to run!"

Kurt skidded to a halt before the front door and ran a hand over his clothes, straightening anything that might have become disheveled in his mad dash. The teen let his boyfriend in and turned to close the door. The college boy wrapped himself around the high school junior, arms snaking around his chest. "A whole night!" Nigel whispered into Kurt's ear. "I'm so excited I could giggle like a little girl on Christmas morning!"

The countertenor turned in the economics student's arms. "Am I the gift or are you?"

The four of them sat around the kitchen table, Chinese take-out spread out before them, chopsticks in hand. Well, not Finn, actually. They had all tried to teach him to use the chopsticks properly, amid much teasing and laughter, but he finally gave up and resorted to a fork. They were all excited, smiling and laughing at nothing and everything. Without Burt and Carole around, the house felt different. There was a vibe in the air. They were each a little louder, a little more relaxed, a little more free. Nigel kept the others laughing with tales of his days at McKinley. Finn told horror stories of Coach Tanaka and his infamous shorts. Kurt described what it was like to be chewed out by Sue Sylvester, back when he was a Cheerio. Standing at the table, he imitated her perfectly, making the others howl with laughter. Even Rachel, who wasn't usually much of a story teller, surprised them with some funny stories about her early dance competitions and how crazy her fathers got at them.

Dinner over, table cleared and plates put in the dishwasher, the kids moved into the living room. They checked through the TV shows that were waiting on PVR, finally deciding on an episode of True Blood. Half way through the show, Finn looked over and saw Kurt slide off Nigel's lap, take his hand and pull him out of the room. Finn smiled and pulled Rachel closer. When the show ended Finn picked up the remote and turned the TV off. He pulled Rachel into his lap and trailed gentle kisses over her jaw and neck. Rachel hummed under his lips. Finn thought it was kind of hot how Rachel did everything to music, even this. The jock ran his hands down his girlfriend's back and over her hips. He lifted her to her feet and guided her to his room. It wasn't that large a house, so Finn's room wasn't too far, but it took them a while to get there. They kept stopping every few feet to kiss and touch and hold each other.

Finn leaned over Rachel, his tongue in her mouth, his hands tracing her ribs. He pulled away and looked down into her eyes. The petite girl stared back at him as he traced the lace on her bra, running his fingers under the material, against her skin. She smiled and reached up to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one at a time. When she finally got all the buttons opened, she pushed the shirt against his shoulders, trying to get it off. Finn shrugged out of the shirt. Rachel ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself up against him, until their chests were crushed together. Staring into the jock's eyes, the petite soprano moved one of his hands over the catch on her bra and smiled. The teen didn't waste any time unhooking her bra. He didn't want to give her the chance to change her mind. They had gotten this far before, but always in a car, under a bunch of layers. This was naked skin, this was better.

Finn had taken Kurt's advice. He had talked to Rachel. She had been embarrassed. He had been embarrassed. But after a lot of hand wringing, and blushing and saying she just couldn't talk about it, she had finally admitted that she didn't think she was ready for intercourse. Finn smiled to himself, remembering. He was pretty sure that only Rachel actually used the word 'intercourse'. He told Rachel that they would only do what she was comfortable with. He meant it then, and he meant it now. Lying on his back, he pulled his girlfriend on top of him. She was so tiny, that he worried about crushing her, when he was on top. Rachel nibbled on his lips, ran her tongue against his teeth, her hair spread out like a curtain around them. "Rache? Rache?" Finn pushed his hands into Rachel's hair and held her away from him. "You're wearing too many clothes. I want to see you. I want to feel you." The tall teen held his breath, waiting for the small one's answer.

Rachel blushed. She ran her hand along her boyfriend's skin. "I like touching you too, Finn. I like the way we feel together, naked. I want to feel more." She put her hand flat against his chest. "But, I haven't changed my mind about, you know."

Finn grinned and moved his hand down to the zipper on her skirt. "I remember."

Nigel wanted more than anything to pull the zipper down on Kurt's pants. But he couldn't. He couldn't because Kurt had tied his hands to the headboard. Really, the kid owned way too many ties! The OSU student was naked. The McKinley student was still wearing his incredibly tight black jeans and his boots. "Kurt, I want to touch you."

The most beautiful eyes that Nigel had ever seen, or he was certain, would ever see; sent heat racing through him. Their owner smiled and brushed a hand along Nigel's cheek. "I know." Kurt went right back to licking and biting his boyfriend's hip bones. "Don't worry. I'll untie you eventually."

"When?"

"When I'm ready." Kurt's voice was soft, but it had that edge to it. That edge made Nigel's heart race. That edge sent little tongues of fire dancing over Nigel's spine. That edge said, "I'm going to do exactly what I want and you're going to love it."

Nigel never argued when Kurt sounded like that. "Sorry."

The economics student had spent hours trying to analyze that edge to his boyfriend's voice. It wasn't always there. One minute Kurt would be laughing and joking, or quiet in thought, or busy texting his friends and the next minute his eyes filled with force, and heat, and his voice got that edge to it. Nigel couldn't figure out exactly how Kurt changed. He didn't even raise his voice, or tense his body. If anything he became more relaxed and his voice even softer. Nigel didn't understand it, but he loved it. He loved watching those beautiful eyes darken with intent. He loved hearing that angelic voice take on that edge. When Kurt sounded like that, when he looked at him, like that, he was just so impossibly hot! Kurt's voice, with that edge to it, said SEX and Nigel loved it!

Finn couldn't believe how perfect Rachel was. Her skin was warm silk. Her hips were delicate curves that he just couldn't stop smoothing his hands over. He couldn't get close enough. He ran his tongue over her breast, licking and nibbling. He moved his hands from her body, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, large gentle circles. Finally, he held his hand between her legs until she opened for him, and he cupped her centre.

Just as his fingers started to delve, Rachel pushed him back against the pillows. "My turn." She sat, curled into his side, and began to move her hands over him. She trailed a hand down his ribs and abdomen. She tried to trace his skin from one hip to the other, from one thigh to the other, as he had done to her but there was a rather large pulsing impediment in her way. The small soprano slid her palm up and down his shaft. "Is this O.K.? Tell me if I hurt you, or if I'm doing something wrong."

"Babe, you're not doing anything wrong. Believe me!"

"Kurt! Kurt I'm going to …"

Kurt took his mouth off Nigel. "No, you're not." The teen sat on the edge of the bed and started to unlace his boots. He tugged them off and then stood to wiggle out of his jeans. Standing beside the bed, he put one hand on the college boy's knee. He slowly moved his hand up Nigel's thigh, and cupped his balls. He wrapped his fingers around Nigel's shaft. The OSU student moaned and thrust his hips up. The countertenor grabbed his boyfriend's hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. Since Nigel's wrists were still tied to the headboard, the new position forced one arm to cross over the other. The ties twisted and tightened around his wrists.

Kurt opened the drawer in his bedside table and grabbed a condom and lube. He threw them on the bed and straddled his boyfriend. Slicking two fingers, he worked them into the man beneath him. He took nips and bites out of the OSU student's ass, as he stretched him. When Nigel was ready, Kurt rolled the condom on and spread more lube.

Nigel moaned as Kurt entered him. "God!"

The McKinley teen leaned over his boyfriend's back and whispered into his ear. "You can just call me Kurt." The Glee diva reached a hand under his boyfriend and grabbed his cock. Kurt thrust into Nigel, deep and fast. Now, neither one of them could talk. No words, just moans and grunts. No thoughts, except more, harder, faster, now! Kurt came first, spilling into Nigel. He collapsed onto his side, pulling Nigel with him. The Glee diva pressed teeth and lips into the college student's shoulder. He pumped Nigel's cock. "Now! Now! Nigel!" The college student keened and erupted. Kurt smiled, he really loved that Nigel always did exactly what he told him to do. The McKinley teen untied the OSU student's wrists. Nigel stretched his arms out, and rubbed at his wrists. He grabbed Kurt and pushed him flat against the mattress. He covered the younger boy, pushed his lips apart and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Kurt flung a leg over Nigel's hip, wrapped his arms around his back and let him take the lead.

Kurt and Nigel were sitting at the table, eating bacon and eggs when Finn and Rachel wandered into the kitchen. "Waffles are on the counter, eggs and bacon on the warming tray. Nigel made coffee."

The tall jock and the small soprano helped themselves to the food, and joined the two boys at the table. "You guys are up early."

Nigel sipped his coffee. "I'm working today. I have to be at the store by 12."

"I can't stay too long either. I usually get home from a Glee sleep over by lunch time."

No one was very talkative. They were all exhausted. None of them had gotten much sleep last night. They were tired, but they were happy, in a sleepy, contented, 'I wish I could curl up on the couch' kind of way. Under the table, Finn and Rachel held hands. They couldn't take their eyes off each other. Under the table, Kurt's right leg was crossed on top of Nigel's left leg, and Nigel's thumb rubbed circles on Kurt's thigh. Eventually, they untangled themselves from their respective partners and cleaned up the breakfast mess. Finn walked Rachel to her car in the drive way, and kissed her as she settled into the driver's seat. Nigel pulled Kurt into a hug by the front door and walked to his car. Both boys waved as the two cars pulled away.

Finn walked back into the house and closed the door behind him. "So, Kurt…" Finn put his arm around his almost brother's shoulder, as they walked down the hallway together. "Where can we send our parents next weekend?"