Rating: R - bad, bad themes

Kye and Kennedy weren't like other twins. They had a secret.

Kennedy and Kye sat with their legs crossed on the bed, staring intensely at the TV screen and barely blinking. Their fingers flew over the controllers, tapping buttons in random succession, producing moves on the game that would knock their opponent to the ground.

They had been playing this game for years – they were as good as each other, and yet they continued to play. Most of the time, the game resulted in a double knockout, or one of them would just get bored.

Their parents were next door. They were virtually alone.

Kennedy hit the pause button and Kye relaxed with a content sigh.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked softly, worry lines troubling her forehead.

"What?"

"…have you ever kissed someone? A girl?"

Kye chuckled softly. "No...but I want to. Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"No…" Kye gave her a curious look. "I don't know if I want to though."

"…Why not?"

"Because maybe I want to kiss girls. Maybe I like girls." She whispered.

Kye looked interested. "What, like Aunt Santana?"

Kennedy nodded shyly.

"How do you know?"

Kennedy shrugged.

"You haven't even kissed a boy yet…how do you know if you want to kiss a girl?"

Kennedy shrugged again. "I don't know what I want…"

Kye laughed suddenly, and Kennedy stared at him curiously. "It'd be funny, if you did end up like Aunt Santana. We'd be going after the same chicks. Some competition, eh?"

Kennedy laughed as well. "Except the chicks you'll be going after want your dick."

Kye rolled his eyes. "Details, details. It's all small things, Kennedy."

"I know it is." She teased and he gave her a playful shove.

They were silent for a few minutes, and Kennedy un-paused the game before it got too awkward.

When the double-knockout screen flashed, they both sighed, throwing their controllers on the floor.

"Would you be my experiment?" Kennedy asked softly, and Kye raised his eyebrows at her.

"What?"

"Like…I don't want to mess things up for myself…going and kissing chicks before I know what it's like kissing a guy. So I was wondering if I could kiss you…that way you can kiss a girl and get experience, and I can kiss a guy and decide if I like guys." She said it in a long rush, a blush rushing to her cheeks.

"Kennedy…we're related!"

"But it won't mean anything!" She said quickly. "We won't have feelings for each other and it's not like we're having sex or anything. It's just kissing. Like sharing an ice-block."

Kye laughed ."Alright. One kiss then."

She nodded with a grin. "Excellent."

She leaned forward and pecked his lips, pulling back quickly. Kye scoffed.

"That's not a kiss."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, doofus. I was just testing to see if it was weird."

"Was it?"

She bit her lip shyly. "No…"

She leaned forward again and captured his lips in a longer, sweeter kiss. His hands fell to her waist, drawing her in closer and opening his mouth against hers. They kissed like well-tuned lovers, already knowing how the other worked – their mouths were identical. Tongues battled for dominance, and they eventually pulled apart, gasping.

"Wow…"

"So…do you like kissing boys?"

Kennedy was silent for a moment, wiping her mouth.

"I think I'm going to have to kiss you again to find out."

^.^

It was another two years before Kennedy pressured him into going further.

"We shouldn't do this…" Kye whispered as Kennedy placed hot little kisses along his jawline. "It's not right."

Kennedy's tongue flicked out and she ran it over the tiny amount of stubble that she knewher brother was proud of. "Who's going to tell?"

Kye audible gulped, and Kennedy took that as an opportunity to suck at his adam's apple.

"Touch me." She whispered, and he shook his head.

"I don't want this." He said softly, and she sat back, frustrated as she wiped the hair from her eyes.

"Look, it's experimentation, okay? Nothing more. I don't have feelings for you and we're not going to reproduce, so our babies aren't going to look fucked. Nobody has to find out. You can think of it as practice. When you actually get a girlfriend, it's not going to be awkward because you've practiced." She moved forward, pushing him on the bed and straddling his hips. "On me."

Kye was silent for a long time, and she let him, tracing little patterns on his stomach.

He finally looked up with round, insecure, but lust-filled eyes. "Okay." He breathed.

^.^

Over the years, they found themselves together more often then not – keeping their secret relationship hidden from everyone.

"Come on…" Kennedy whispered into Kye's ear.

"Kennedy…" Kye whined, trying not to shiver as her slender hands stroked his inner thigh.

"Please?" she practically whimpered, the sharp bites on his ear not reflecting her desperate tone. "I'll make you feel good…"

"Kennedy…our dad's will be back soon…"

"Then hurry the fuck up." She hissed, straddling his hips and rocking against him.

"KenRi…" he whispered feebly.

"Shut up!" she bit his earlobe and he closed his eyes sadly.

Kye sighed as she moved to take off his shirt. "I wish you wouldn't force your own brother to have sex with you…it's not right…"

He hesitated at the dark look she was giving him. "I'm not forcingyou to do anything." She growled, yanking his zip down. "Besides. You like it."

^.^

And then, it stopped.

Kennedy leaned forward, grinning and running her hands down Kye's chest. He rested his own hands on her waist as she kissed him, having shucked her shirt off earlier. She straddled his lap, her short shorts riding up.

"I love you, you know that, right?" she whispered, but Kye had closed his eyes and distanced himself from the whole situation.

She gave a small sigh and unbuttoned his jeans, palming him through his briefs. He gave a small squirm accompanied by a moan - the only sign that was conscious.

"Use a condom." He reminded her softly, and she rolled her eyes.

His hands cupped her arse – another sign that as much as he hated to admit it, he was still fully aware of what was going on.

"Kye, do you know-" Kurt paused in the now open doorway, his eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

Kennedy sat on Kye, a condom wrapper between her teeth and the actual condom between her fingers.

"Fuck!" Kye's eyes were wide, shoving Kennedy off of him.

"Dad!" Kennedy breathed, jumping from the bed, a giant blush creeping up her cheeks.

Kurt shook his head wordlessly, his mouth parted in shock. His eyes were wide, and he stumbled backwards out of the room.

"Oh dear god…" he whispered.

Kennedy and Kye stared at him, neither of them knowing what to do. What couldthey do?

"Kennedy…put a shirt on." Kurt finally said, blinking at them. "Ten minutes…in the living room…both of you…" he turned to go, squeezing his eyes shut, before pausing. "Fully. Dressed."

Both Kennedy and Kye stared at the ground, nodding once before Kennedy fled to her own room without so much as a backward glance at Kye.

Kurt practically bolted down the stairs, finding Blaine and burying into him immediately.

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

"Twins…they…" Kurt shook his head. "Blaine…oh my god…Blaine!"

Blaine's eyes were wide, trying to get Kurt's attention. "Hey, look at me. What's going on?"

"Blaine…they're…oh god…"

Blaine tried to kiss him, to calm him down, but Kurt snapped his head away. "No! Blaine…they're together."

Blaine eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"The twins…"

"Wait, what do you mean…together?"

"Blaine…she was…" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Straddlinghim!"

Blaine blinked. "What? Who?" he groaned in frustration. "Calm down and talk to me properly!"

Kurt actually took a deep breath, his voice still hushed. "The twins. Kennedy and Kye. They…Blaine, I think they're…" he squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. "I think they're having sex." He took in a shuddering breath. "With each other."

Blaine froze.

"What?" he blinked – once, twice and a few more times before shaking his head. "What?"

Kurt swallowed hard. "I walked in on them…and she was on top of him! She had a condom,Blaine. A condom." He shook his head. "I mean, where the hell are they even getting-"

"Kurt!" Blaine barked, silencing him. He was pale and he looked shell-shocked. "Are you…are you sure?"

Kurt nodded seriously. "Blaine…what are we going to do?"

Blaine mumbled under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Dads…?" a small voice came from the lounge room, and both men froze, their eyes wide.

Kurt let out a deep breath. "Come on…we have to…we have to talk to them.."

Blaine narrowed his eyes, nodding and entering the lounge room first.

Kennedy and Kye sat on either end of the sofa, squishing themselves into the sides and wishing they were somewhere – anywhere else. They hadn't said another word to each other since Kurt had caught them, and Kennedy had had the brilliant thought to go put on long pants and a t-shirt that didn't expose herself so much. Both of them had their heads ducked, staring at the floor as Kurt and Blaine walked in.

"Dad…"

"I don't want to hear it…" he started, his voice low and dangerous. "No wait – maybe I do. Maybe I want to hear why the fuck you two thought this would be an okay thing to do."

They both flinched. Blaine had never sworn at them. Ever.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, but Blaine jerked away from him, ignoring him.

"Go on. Tell me."

Kennedy glanced over at Kye, but he was silent, staring at the floor.

"I…I was…I just…" she couldn't find words. What could she say? "I…I…I don't know."

"Tell me the truth Kennedy." Blaine growled. "Because I'm pretty sure you know exactly why."

Kennedy sighed. "It was…it started out as experimentation…and then it was just practice…for when we had partners of our own…"

"Practice?" Blaine hissed. "Kennedy, you're sixteen.You shouldn't be wanting sex. You…shouldn't be having urges or even thinkinglike that….especially not with your brother! You're a child!"

Kennedy snapped. "I'm not a fuckingchild. Yeah, I'm sixteen, but what the fuck were you doing then? I have a job, I have a car for fuck's sake. I'm old enough to decide what I fucking want."

"No, no you're not. You are sixteen – you've never experienced anything further then a few hours away. Until you are eighteen and you can vote, you are a child. A child incapable of making decisions and knowing exactly what you want – knowing what you're doing and the consquences of your actions. You live under myroof."

"You're so fucking over-fucking-protective. That'swhy I've never experienced anything. That'swhy you still see me as a child. Wasn't it fucking obvious that we'd turn to each other for experimentation?"

"Kennedy. He is your brother!You said….you said it startedas practice. What the fuck did it become?"

Kennedy groaned, turning away. "I got curious."

"Curious? You got fucking curious.That'swhy you started fucking your brother?"

"Yes. I got curious because Ideveloped feelings for him!"

There was a stunned silence – even Kye looked up.

"What?"

"He's my brother! Aren't I supposed to have feelings for him?"

"Platonic feelings!" Blaine hissed. "Hell, even sibling rivalry would be better than this. Kennedy, what the fuck did you think would happen if you got pregnant!"

"We were careful!" she retorted.

"Condoms break!" Blaine shouted back.

"I'm on the fucking pill!"

"Kennedy…when the fuck did that happen? Fuck, it's not important. Kennedy…this is morally fucked."

"You'remorally fucked."

Blaine let out a growl, taking a step forward as if to grab her, but thought better of it and stormed out of the room, leaving via the front door and slamming it behind him. Kennedy let out a broken sob, running the opposite way – out the back door, slamming it behind her.

Kurt and Kye still sat there. Both of them had watched the scene unfold silently, listening, both of them trembling. Kurt was still staring at his hands when he finally found his voice again – a little shaken.

"What happened?"

Kye swallowed hard. "She wanted sex…she told me not to tell. If I did…she'd blame me. I…" he choked back a sob. "I didn't have a choice. I was scared. So I let it happen."

Kurt nodded once before standing up, exiting the room without a word.

Kye watched after him, but he knew that he was in the clear now. Kennedy loved him, and Blaine probably hated him, but having Kurt on his side would help.

It had to.

A/N: So Claire and I did a very...very bad thing. Kye and Kennedy were originally Tina and Mike's twins, with a little sister called Kellie who walked in on them, but we scrapped them and rewrote it so they were Klaine's kids. Please, do not shoot us. We've actually left it pretty open, and that's mostly because we are fully prepared to write a sequel to this chapter - provided you guys are okay with it. If it's too hard to get your head around, we'll scrap the sequel and we'll never talk of this again. Thoughts?

We've also decided to keep Katelyn as our constant OC. In future fics, if Niff make an appearance, our headcannon for them will most likely stay the same. But that's pretty much the only thing that's linked in this Collection.