“…and I just don’t know what that’s supposed to mean,” Rachel wailed, dropping her hands to her lap. “Kurt, you’re his brother, what does he mean?”
“I don’t know,” Kurt shrugged, leaning back against the plush pillows of Rachel’s bed. “I try not to think about what goes on in Finn’s head.”
Rachel huffed in exasperation and flopped backwards on her bed, but sat up when the door open. “Rachel, sweetie, do you kids want pizza?” her mother asked. “Hi, Mercedes. Hi, Kurt.”
“Hi, Shelby,” Kurt and Mercedes chorused.
Shelby leaned against the doorway. “Seriously, honey, I know you’re all torn up about this football player business, but as dramatic as it is, you can’t stop eating and waste away to nothing till he arrives to sob at your bedside,” she said dryly.
“Fine,” Rachel sighed.
“What should I get? Pepperoni?” Shelby asked. “Your sister wants extra cheese and your brother wants Hawaiian.”
“As long as the pepperoni’s vegan,” Rachel grumbled.
“I’ll do my best,” Shelby said. A thin baby cry echoed from down the hall and she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, Beth’s crying. I’ll get Francey to order for us, okay?”
“No, Mom, last time she got Meat Lover’s just to spite me!” Rachel called, but her mother had already hurried down the hall to get the baby from her nap. “Ugh. I hate my family.”
“Aw, Rachel, you know you love them,” Mercedes grinned.
“I’d rather be an only child,” Rachel grumbled.
Kurt stretched his legs down the length of the bed. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said. He picked up a bottle of pale blue nail polish and shook it. “Believe me, I was an only child for sixteen years. It gets pretty lonely sometimes. At least having Finn for a stepbrother provides for some entertainment.”
“I would give anything to be an only child,” Rachel said fervently. Kurt sighed as she launched into her oft-repeated tirade and started idly painting his fingernails. “That way my parents could focus solely on my career instead of saving for four different college funds, and I wouldn’t have to suffer from middle child syndrome, and I wouldn’t- Blaine, get out of my room!”
She picked up a pillow and chucked it at her brother as he stuck his head in her bedroom. He wrinkled his nose as the fluffy pink fleece attacked his face. “You’re having another sleepover?” Blaine said.
Mercedes waved. “Hey, Blaine,” she said.
“You’re not invited, Blaine, because pesky little brothers are not welcome at sleepovers,” Rachel said loftily. “You especially wore out your welcome at my sixth birthday when you ate all of the Tootsie Rolls out of my pinata and threw up on my new microphone stage.”
“First of all, I’m only ten months younger than you-” Blaine started to counter.
Rachel held up her pointer finger, glaring fiercely. “Because you were an accident,” she accused.
Blaine rolled his eyes. “…and second of all, I only ate the Tootsie Rolls because Noah Puckerman dared me to,” he said. “And I-”
He paused. “Oh,” he said. “Hi, Kurt.”
Kurt glanced up from his nail polish. “Hi, Blaine,” he said. “How are you?”
“Fine,” Blaine said. He took a step forward, then sat down on the edge of the bed beside Kurt. “Fine. School’s great. Awesome, actually.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve got another solo. We’re doing a Pink medley.”
Kurt smiled. “That’s fantastic,” he said
Rachel gave Blaine a push, sliding him off the bed and onto the floor. “I know you want to be part of the sleepover fun, little brother, but this is for me, Mercedes, and Kurt only,” she said. “We have important things to discuss. So go away. Come back when the pizza’s here.”
“Well, someone’s in a bad mood,” Blaine said, standing up and brushing off his pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll go. Bye, Mercedes.”
“Bye, boo,” Mercedes said.
Blaine smiled, his cheeks pinking a little. “Bye, Kurt,” he said.
“Bye,” Kurt said absently, carefully painting his thumbnail light blue.
“Goodbye, Blaine,” Rachel huffed. Blaine sighed and left the room. “And close the door!”
Mercedes waited for the door to close all the way before turning on Kurt, grinning like a cat that got in the cream. “Kurt, I think Rachel’s brother has a crush on you,” she grinned.
Kurt jumped, nearly upending the bottle of nail polish. “I didn’t…what?” he stammered.
“He very well might be,” Rachel shrugged. “I mean, he’s been writing a lot in his diary about some boy that he likes, but he won’t write the name.” She looked up guiltily. “I mean…not that I read his diary…”
Mercedes elbowed Kurt playfully. “Blaine’s pretty cute,” she teased. “In that prep school kid way.”
“You don’t honestly think he likes me, do you?” Kurt stammered. “I mean…I never thought…could he?”
“You are his type,” Rachel mused.
“Oh, he likes Kurt, all right.”
They glanced up to see Rachel’s older sister leaning against the doorway. “Hey, Francey,” Mercedes grinned.
Francey strolled into the room, tossing her coat on her bed and kicking off her shoes. “Frances, stop messing up our room,” Rachel snapped. “You know, you never clean up our shared space. I even made up a chore schedule that you choose to ignore.”
“Ignoring that,” Francey said breezily as she flopped onto her bed. “Kurt, baby, Blaine is in love with you. It’s adorable. He keeps waxing poetic about your voice and your eyes and stuff…and all kinds of borderline creepy things like that.”
“Aw, that’s not creepy, that’s sweet,” Mercedes cooed. She pinched Kurt’s cheek. “Your first love.”
Kurt stared dumbly at the pink walls of Rachel’s bedroom, his mind racing. He really did like Blaine- he was kind, and charming, and he was a fantastic singer. But he had never thought of him as…as a potential boyfriend.
Francey laughed. “I think we broke Kurt,” she said. “Shit, baby, didn’t you notice all those big puppy dog eyes he keeps flashing at you? God, he’s been pining after you for months.”
Rachel sighed. “Fantastic,” she said. “This is the last thing I need, my little brother taking away one of the best members of my support team.”
“Hey, you still have me,” Mercedes protested.
Shelby knocked as she entered the room, sleepy baby Beth tucked up on her hip. “Kids, the pizza’s here,” she said. “Wash up and sit down at the table. Francey, honey, clean up your stuff.”
“Aren’t we waiting for Dad?” Francey asked.
“Daddy’s working late,” Shelby said.
Rachel’s face fell. “Again?” she said.
Francey tugged on one of Rachel’s braids. “Cheer up, princess,” she said. “C’mon, you’d better hurry or I’m going to make you eat some of Blaine’s Hawaiian pizza. It has ham on it.”
Rachel’s jaw dropped in indignant horror and Shelby just sighed. “Girls, stop bickering,” she said.
Kurt tuned out the argument. He was trying to figure out how he could possibly sit down at the same dinner table as Blaine. Eye contact. How did eye contact work again?
And, as a counterpoint to mine, Caitlin’s adorable take on sibling Rachel and Blaine. :)
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