A/N: Yay, epilogue! This is set eight years later, so there are sexual references as Dustin recieves 'the talk'.

Enjoy!

~8 Years Later~

"Mom, I can't believe you're asking us this!"

"I know honey, but please we'd feel so much better if you spoke to him."

"He's not even having sex yet and Sex Ed has changed since we left school, he knows it all already!"

"David, please. He'll listen if it comes from you two and we're not saying he needs to know the mechanics and all of that we just want him to talk about it, you know? Especially from two people who are still young and still at it like cats on heat."

"Mom! You're on loud speaker you know and Kurt is in the car – don't laugh at her!" Dave stuttered and took a right down the lane where his old house was.

"We'll do it, Abigail don't worry. My dad gave me an awesome sex talk so I can just regurgitate that," Kurt smiled and continued to paint his nails with clear nail polish.

"Thank you Kurt, you star! When are you getting here, supper is almost ready."

"We're pulling up right now and we're starving so get serving – never eating plane food again," Dave muttered after giving the orders to his mother and hanging up.

"But you didn't eat it," Kurt said in a high voice which usually meant he was thinking.

"Not the point, get out the car."

"Ooh, pushy," Kurt smirked and raised his eyebrow seductively.

"No wonder she thinks we're at it like cats in heat," Dave smiled and reached over to kiss Kurt firmly, teasing with his tongue.

When they pulled away Kurt immediately started blowing his nails, almost like the kiss didn't happen and then Dave knew. He'd been with this man for long enough to realise that Kurt was going to tease him and play hard to get all weekend – on purpose because they made a stupid rule about not having sex at their parents' houses. It was a stupid rule in the first place but when Kurt did this on purpose it was even more stupid.

Fine, Dave thought, fine he can just get Kurt back when they talk to Dustin. Kurt's embarrassing ramblings were enough to shut him up and send him into a dark cave to hide for the whole of eternity. So Dave definitely had the upper hand here.

They arrived and greeted everyone in the household, Abigail and Kurt never failing to reach that dangerous level of decibels and Paul and Dave just looking over at them thinking 'I have no idea why I love you but I do' and 'please for the love of everything glorious, shut up'. Dustin emerged from his room (ah, such a teenager already) and fist pumped Dave before being drawn into a happy hug.

"Dave, Twink," Dustin nodded to them both and walked into the living room.

Over the years Kurt had adopted the name 'Twink' because well, he was one. But it was when Dustin was about eleven years old when Kurt came back to Dave's after a day out with Blaine that he started ranting and getting into a fit about Blaine saying "I'm not really into twinks, I like more casual looking guys so I'm super excited for this date." Obviously Kurt raged because although he and Blaine were friends at the time and it wasn't anything personal, Blaine seemed to have forgotten that he was with a twink at the time and said twink was his boyfriend for half a year.

"Douchebag," Kurt replied and ran after Dustin, grabbing him in a big cheesy hug.

"Dude, you can let go now."

"Nah," Kurt held Dustin tighter. "I'm alright."

Eventually Kurt did let go of him and they all relaxed and began catching up, reminiscing about how much Dustin had grown up. Muttering something like 'it was only a few years ago when you'd come in at night and cuddle with us because you were scared.'

"Alright kids, we're going to bed – don't stay up too late," Paul warned after they'd cleaned everything up from dinner.

"We won't," Dustin promised and picked at the grapes that were at the end of the table.

Paul and Abigail retreated upstairs, sharing a look with Dave and Kurt to encourage them to have the talk with him. Dave rolled his eyes and walked to the fridge, brushing his hands through Kurt's hair on his way.

"Babe, you want a beer?"

"If there's no more wine," Kurt smiled and gulped the last of his glass down. "Get Dustin one too, he's gonna need it."

Dave snorted. "True that," and kissed Kurt firmly earning a moan from the smaller man.

Dustin stared on, wondering and full of curiosity. He loved that his brother was happy and he finally understood everything that was 'them' but he still found himself watching them and thinking about how important they were to him.

"What's it like?" Dustin asked quietly as Kurt played with the rim of the wine glass.

"What's what like?" Kurt frowned.

"I don't know, just being with Dave."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, dude. Just being in... love," Dustin shrugged and blushed bright red.

"Oh. I don't know," Kurt laughed. "It's like – erm, it's hard to explain without sounding cheesy. I think sometimes I'd go insane if it wasn't for him, I don't think I'd know what to do with myself – you know? Dave has changed my live, as cliché as that is, but he has – both in bad ways and good ways. But most of all I think it's strange. I thought it was strange back in high school and I still stay up late, watching him sleep, and convince myself he's not real," Kurt shrugged.

"What do you mean strange?"

"Being loved by someone and letting them love you, letting everything go and be open to them – it's strange. I never got over the feeling that someone liked me; they loved and would do anything for me. It's a strange feeling. Why do you ask?" Kurt questioned accepting his beer from Dave.

"I don't know. I was just thinking," Dustin shrugged and sipped at his beer.

"Are you in love?" Dave smirked and earned himself a smack on the arm from Kurt.

"No, I don't think so. But dude, it doesn't matter," Dustin sniffed and gulped his beer down.

"You know you can tell us anything you want, Dustin. We're actually supposed to be giving you 'the talk'," Kurt smiled and used his hands to make air quotes.

"Ugh, god!" Dustin groaned and buried his face. "She's been trying to talk to me all week!"

"Hey, at least you're straight," Dave smiled and sipped at his beer before continuing. "I had to sit through 'the talk' about vaginas and other nasty things; admittedly it was probably my fault for not saying anything but still."

"Aw, poor Davey," Kurt pouted but his teasing smile shone through his eyes.

"Why does she want you to know so badly?" Dave asked.

"Is this one of those moments where you act like you don't know but she's actually told you everything?" Dustin squinted.

"She hasn't told us anything but now that you've said that..." Kurt raised one eyebrow and sipped at his beer, smirking a little.

"Well dropped myself in it there," Dustin muttered under his breath. "She walked in on me and Olive... doing stuff..." Dustin blushed and hid his face, avoiding eye contact.

"Dude, we're brothers – you can tell us what you did," Dave laughed.

"Exactly, I mean you did grow up to the sound of us having sex," Kurt smiled innocently and sipped at his beer.

"I was... going down on her," Dustin blushed even brighter and ignored the reference to his scarred childhood that was created by Kurt being awfully loud.

"Ew, gross," Kurt replied immediately and gagged while Dave laughed at him. "Why would you put your face there?"

"Shut up, twink, I know you two rim and that's possibly even grosser." Dustin pointed his bottle between the two of them as they laughed even harder.

"Okay, okay; so you were licking her out –"

"– Still gross –"

"– and mom walked in?"

"Yes and she was mad. I asked her why and she went all psycho shit on me about how I 'should've told her I was sexually active because no, sir she did not want a teenage father as a son'."

"I can imagine that, and she has a point – I hope you're using protection," Dave smiled and took another swing of his beer.

"Dave, we aren't having 'sexual intercourse'," Dustin mocked his mother. "We're just fooling around."

"Okay, I'm not saying you're not. I'm just saying – knowing that the protection is out there doesn't mean everybody uses it when they're supposed to."

"Dude, I've already had this conversation in Sex Ed."

"Hey we're just filling out orders," Dave lifted his hands in mock surrender.

Dustin stopped himself before he defended himself again, noticing the words on Dave's wrists. At first he thought it was just a mark from a pen or something, or grocery lists because that's what he does. But when he looked harder he noticed it was a small and barely noticeable tattoo – since when had Dave had a tattoo? When he asked so, Dave laughed and muttered something about a subject change but answered accordingly.

"I've had it since graduation, dude and it's taken you about eight years to notice it – thanks."

"I never looked, therefore never noticed it," Dustin stretched over the table and grabbed Dave's arm, observing the ink.

It was simple and he recognised it as Dave's handwriting – thanks to years of birthday cards. It wasn't so much on his wrist, Dustin thought, and he wouldn't class it as his forearm. It was in the middle on the underside and went with the direction of his arm, instead of cutting across horizontally. The words read 'know thyself' and sat proudly in their place on Dave's skin, Dustin smiled. It wasn't anything he expected – but maybe he was judging – expecting Dave to get various tribal tattoos and random tattoos of birds.

"You seem surprised," Dave laughed.

"I am, a little. I mean I never thought you were the type," Dustin shrugged.

"Stereotyping me, shame on you," Dave shook his head with a smile.

"Does mom know?"

"Hell no, I may be an adult but she'd probably flip some shit or something."

"Ain't that the truth," Dustin laughed and pulled his shirt off, bending down to show Kurt and Dave his tattoo that flowed along the line of his shoulder.

"When did you get one?" Dave shouted in shock.

"A few months ago," Dustin shrugged. "Mom flipped said shit when I had friends over and we were chilling in the pool."

"I bet she did," Kurt smiled, knowing Abigail well enough by now.

"You have no idea," Dustin shuddered at the memory.

"Oh, trust me – if it was anything like my dad's reaction I have a little bit of an idea," Kurt smiled.

"I would ask 'since when have you had a tattoo?' but that seems clichéd now..."

Kurt laughed at Dustin and stood up, unbuttoned his patterned and cream cardigan and fiddled with his bowtie until it came undone. He was still the fashionable, flamboyant and ever-so stereotypical gay he could be, well on the surface. Kurt began to unbutton his orange shirt, feeling a little perverted – stripping for his long term boyfriend's brother.

When he shrugged his shirt down his shoulders, he turned slightly and lifted his arm; showing the ink that sat on the side of his ribs and round his torso. It was a musical bar, or so Dustin could see, and had notes scattered in a melody across it.

"It's, uh, from 'For Good' which is my favourite song of all time. It's singing notes so if you can read music, you can sing from it correctly."

Dustin moved around and looked at it, noticing the lyrics that were underneath the bar in the typical lyric text that sat underneath bars of music. It read 'I do believe I have been changed for the better' and Dustin smiled, knowing exactly why Kurt got it.

"Pretty," Dustin smiled as Kurt slipped his shirt on and then left everything else.

"I think so too," Dave smiled.

"Sap."

"So, Dustin we should get back to the matter at hand," Dave started.

"Ugh, no – seriously?"

"Yes, seriously!"

"Look, Dustin, I don't know what David wants to say but it'll no doubt embarrass both me and you. So the only thing I'm going to say is pretty much what my father said to me – which was to use sex as a way to connect to someone, someone you feel something for whether it be love or just a strong bond. Just don't throw yourself around because it feels great and you're getting sex – I mean yeah, it'll be great to brag about and stuff but after a while it won't make you feel great. You just need to remember its doing something to you, to your heart," Kurt smiled kindly.

"Wow, your dad said that?" Dustin smiled.

"The best advice he's ever given me," Kurt nodded.

"I wish I had that as my 'sex talk'," Dave sounded sad all of a sudden as Kurt rested his head on Dave's shoulder and stroked his thigh.

"Come on, the past is the past – you made mistakes and clearly you've learned from them," Kurt pointed to himself with a smile.

"May I ask what happened?" Dustin spoke up quietly, noticing the two of them in their own little world.

Dave looked up and then to Kurt for guidance. Kurt smiled at him, his eyes letting him know it was his own decision. Dave looked up at Dustin, before grabbing yet another beer from the fridge and taking a sip. Dave talked about his first time and how he lost his virginity to some random cheerleader, he still couldn't remember how he got it up but it did the job. He mentioned how he spent nights with random girls who just wanted to say they had sex with a jock, and Dave just did it. He threw himself around, because he couldn't admit to himself what he was. Somehow, having sex with all those girls made him understand himself better even though the whole point of it was to convince his brain, his dick and his heart that he was straight.

Dustin listened in detail, noting his brother's uncomfortable retelling and how much sex had affected Dave. Kurt began, talking about his first time and reassuring Dustin that it was possible to lose it to someone you cared about but even then it's not as great as it could've been. Maybe if both of them had waited just a year longer, they would've found each other and actually lost their virginities to each other.

Dustin passed on the details of their love life but was surprised to hear they took a break in college to 'throw themselves around respectably' and then found each other again a few months after they graduated. Which lead them here; in front of Dustin explaining their life and their struggles and making him feel a little bit more confident in not only himself but his future and what he could do with his freedom.

"So, no sex until you're sure?" Dave asked.

"No sex until I'm sure," Dustin nodded proudly at his brother.

"And remember to respect your partner, no matter what – if you force yourself onto them, you'll get even further away that you planned," Kurt smiled.

Dustin nodded followed by a yawn, he stared at his brother and Kurt and this strange warm feeling spread around his body. They were possibly the best family he could ask for – he wouldn't change them for anything so with a soft smile and a beating heart he said:

"Thank you. I love you."