The Story of Us - Quinn Fabray

There's noting worse than missing something that never happened

"Kurt, honey. Come in, he's by the pool."

As Kurt stepped over the threshold of the Taylor home, he was greeted by the comforting aroma of lasagna wafting through the air, wrapping him in a warm embrace of familiarity. It was a scent he associated with happy memories and a sense of belonging, surrounded by Isaac's family. This summer had been a split between spending time with his father and being in Columbus, but being here felt like coming home.

However, Kurt's relationship with his father had become strained ever since he started dating Carole Hudson, Finn's mother. While he understood his father's efforts to blend their families together, Kurt couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that plagued him during every forced dinner or gathering with the Hummels and Hudsons. Carole's attempts to fill the maternal void left by his own mother's passing only served to frustrate him

"How is he?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern as he deposited his belongings in the guest room. Isaac's mother met his gaze with a mixture of sadness and reassurance, offering him a small smile.

"He's starting to get back to his old self. Distracting himself with new projects, going to the gym. You know how boys are," Sabrina replied, her tone lightening with a touch of humor

Kurt had learned of the incident between Quinn and Isaac, and although he wasn't privy to all the details, he couldn't help but feel a sense of solidarity with his friend. Isaac had always been nothing but kind and accepting towards him, often including him in his plans with friends and seeking his opinion on fashion choices. Unlike Finn, who might have been embarrassed to be seen with him in public, Isaac never made him feel out of place.

"Kurt, come here!" Isaac's voice rang out from the pool area, drawing Kurt's attention.

Despite his attempts to quell the flutter in his chest, he couldn't deny the faint crush he harbored for his friend. Whether it was his infectious smile or his unwavering acceptance of him as he was, there was something about the dark-haired boy that drew Kurt in ways he couldn't quite explain. He knew his friend was straight and viewed him more as a little brother, he couldn't help but admire him from afar.

He never made Kurt feel uncomfortable, never pushed him into situations he wasn't ready for. Isaac always demonstrated a remarkable level of patience and compassion, especially when it came to sports. Alongside Jayden and Asher, they took the time to answer his questions, patiently explaining the intricacies of the game and guiding him through each play.

"How's everything going?"

Kurt's expression twisted in disgust as he pulled away slightly from his embrace, "Dad keeps insisting that Finn and I should get along," he muttered, shaking his head in frustration. "He doesn't seem to understand that Finn and I will never see eye to eye."

"And how's the football team? Still giving you trouble?" Isaac asked, settling onto a nearby lounger as he took a seat opposite him.

"Everything remains the same," he lamented, his tone tinged with annoyance. "Nothing has changed. We in Glee Club are still labeled as losers. Well, not all of us. The popular ones are still riding high."

"I've already told you that you can always transfer to Carmel or even Columbus. They have zero tolerance for bullying."

"Mercedes would never forgive me," he remarked. A faint smile tugged at his lips at the familiar proposal. "And Rachel would be in hysterics at the mere thought of having to compete against me in Sectionals."

"Still snagging all the solos?" The hockey player quipped, his laughter ringing out. He couldn't help but smile in response, seeing Isaac's smile was like basking in the radiance of the sun itself.