"Well, what are my other options? A twin who is like a grandpa in the yay fun stakes most days, a brother who is cock-at-the-ready 24/7 for a dude who rams his fingers down his throat like a hobby, a cop who is drool-only for tits and pussy, or a blond due with Bieber hair bending over for Italian enemies in elevators. As much as it pains me to admit, you're it. So, entertain me. I can't promise I won't get bored off my knob, but you have my undivided attention right now. Of course I'm fucking slipping, but beggars can't be choosers and all that metaphorical crapshit. Please. Queer as Folk? I get more than Brian Kinney, I don't need to watch him for ideas. Plus, Justin reminds me too much of Jeff and it's a whole creepy-as-fuck dejavu thing that happens in my head. I'm moving on up to brunettes, so if you know any with awesome cocks, send them my way. You know what? I'm going to have a beer. Want one? I think you're going to need it when you finally stop being deluded about the fact you're scared to commit to tit."

He shrugged indifferently as he got up off the sofa to seek out the beer. "It's not my fucking career either unless the dude murders someone in the process. We don't actually end up in court for murdering yourself, though. That's Germ's forte. He's the sympathetic one. I can be sympathetic if it wins me the case. But I learnt my lesson. I backed off and shut up because I don't know anything about it. I just don't want Blaine to get more hurt than he has been. And trust me, he was seriously fucking hurt when he found Kurt in the middle of an induced spew and then split up with him in an epic bloody mess. It's why we're here. We were supposed to stop off home in New York for awhile, but we came right here. Dad and Wendy are coming own to visit us soon. They want to meet Kurt." He snorted in amusement. "Germ failboats pulling, but when he does, he's skilled enough. He seems to nab a lot of hot chicks, so he can't be doing much wrong."