I woke up and snuggled deeper into the warm body next to me. Last night was beautiful. I gave myself to the man of my dreams. He was so caring and gentle it was perfect. A smile formed on my face as his eyes opened, and I was looking into the eyes of Carson Phillip Hummel, my twin brother.

"Morning Mr. Insatiable," he said kissing my nose.

Yes my brother and I made hot, sweet, passionate love. Believe me if you told me all it took was a transfer to Dalton to get me to forget Blaine, get with Carson and in the span of four months give myself to my twin I'd have called you a sicko and hit you with my designer messenger bag. But here I was curled up to him.

You know despite being identical Carson and I couldn't be more different. He wrote, I sang. I loved looking good, he could care less. He wore glasses, I didn't. But we did have a lot in common, mostly surrounding the fact we were both sarcastic.

"Kurt you OK?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just thinking." My hands rested on his chest tracing his muscles. "I love you."

"Love you too little brother," he said. He disentangled himself from me and pulled on his boxers. "Now I'm gonna make the love of my life some breakfast."

I looked at him sceptically. "You can't cook," I said. Trust me he couldn't, he tried when we were twelve and almost burned the kitchen down.

"So what?" He smirked and kissed me. "Just relax baby."

I nodded and relaxed against the pillows. As I thought my smile faded. In a year I'll be in NYC going to NYADA with Rachel. Carson will be in Chicago at Northwestern. So we would see each other scarcely. If that wasn't bad enough I couldn't sleep without him or him without me. It's been that way since we were babies. He wailed all night for days until Mom placed him in my crib on a hunch; he quieted down immediately. We've shared a bed ever since.

Breakfast turned out to be instant oatmeal with berries, simple but a nice gesture all the same. Plus it was very good, well, considering Carson made it.

"So Carsey," I said placing a spoonful in my mouth. " What's on the agenda today?"

He smirked. "What do you think baby brother?"

I blushed. Oh, he was soooooooo lucky I was in love with him!

KCKCKCK

"Seriously Rachel I can't keep anything down." I said as she handed me some tea. Ever since we moved into the loft my stomach has been acting really weird. Certain smells seemed to make me puke. Plus I was bitchier than usual. I haven't told Carson any of this,of course, he has a tendency to worry too much.

"I know," she said. "Could you be pregnant. I mean you told me last week that before Carson left you two were going at it like rabbits." Yes, I told her about Carson and me. There are certain things a guy can't keep from his bestie, and unfortunately relationships were one of them. She was actually thrilled, saying she just knew it would be a matter of time.

"I...I could be," I stammered. Me... pregnant? I always knew it could happen, but not now.

KCKCKC

"Carsey... I have to tell you something," I said a few hours later as I exited the doctors office. I was nervous at the reaction I might get.

"What is it baby." I could hear his protective tone come out.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?"

I giggled at his confusion and repeated myself. "I'm pregnant. Your gonna be a dad!"

"Kurtsie that's great. I'm coming over. I'll even start the transfer process. Going to NYU would make it easier to take care of you...and the baby." The joy was clear in his voice as he mentioned our little one.

"When can you be here?"

"By tonight if I take the next flight. I'll see you soon my love."

"OK, I love you Carsey."

"Love you too."