Finn smiled his thanks and sat at the table, glancing down at the slice of pie that Kurt cut for him. It was so reminiscent of home. All but avoiding each other until they'd realized they'd drifted just a little too far apart. Finn just always felt that he was on such a different page than Kurt, connecting was difficult. He wanted to connect with his brother, sure, but Kurt just never stopped feeling mostly like Rachel's friend. Even when he became family, he just always felt like Rachel's friend.

"I've been okay. Well, pretty okay. Things are actually still really weird without Santana, you know? I kinda got used to having her around and stuff and now she's just... not here. Just like that."