Sitting in a chair in the home office of the penthouse he shared with Quinn, Zac hummed a melody to himself. It was a song he hadn't even sung in years. One that reminded him of Taylor and their past. It was the first song they ever made love too.

"That's a pretty song," a child's voice said from the doorway and Zac turned his head, a smile forming on his lips as he saw Quinn's twelve year old daughter Everly come in the room. "Is it one your band used to play?" she asked as she walked to where Zac was sitting.

When she reached Zac her eyes scanned over the picture he had been painting and Zac wondered if in her head she was trying to find some sort of big significance to it. She was always trying to find the bigger picture when it came to things. In that aspect she was so much different than Quinn.

"No, it's not one of my bands songs," Zac told her as he moved away from the painting, offering Everly his paint brush. "You want to add your own touch to the painting? I am sort of blanking on what color hair to give this dude," he lied as he looked at the painting that was Taylor.

Zac hated himself for painting Taylor, especially since today was the day he left him for Alex. Three years ago today his life was turned upside down in a way but then in another way it had been made good again. Meeting Quinn he had found new family or at least he thought of them as some form of family though it wasn't like he had lost his own family even after they found out about him and Taylor. He never truly lost them but he was sure they rejoiced at the break up.

Everly seemed to think over Zac's question before taking the brush from him. It's after she did that she dipped the brush in the yellow paint. When she moved in front of him Zac just watched as she painted Taylor's hair, trying to be precise and right on the mark as she painted. Zac was almost afraid to tell Quinn that his daughter may just ruin Clara's hopes that she would be a doctor.

Once Everly was done with the painting Zac was surprised at how well she got Taylor's hair.

"Is that okay?" Everly asked as she handed the brush back to Zac.

Zac nodded his head, giving her a smile. "That's great Everly. What made you give him blonde hair though?" he asked as he took the paint brush, dipping it in the red paint, painting the shirt Taylor had on in the painting red. Red had always been his brother's favorite color.

"Because I have seen pictures of him in your sock drawer," Everly giggled as she moved to stand beside Zac, watching as he painted. "He was your boyfriend wasn't he?" she asked her voice getting lower and it was clear to that Zac that Everly like everyone else who had been in his life because of Quinn knew that Taylor was a sore subject for him.

Blushing at her words Zac looked down, "He was my boyfriend," he confirmed as he looked back up at her. Everly hadn't yet figured out that Taylor was also his brother. "His name is Taylor," he told her as he felt his lips turn into a frown.

Everly frowned as well, laying her head on Zac's shoulder. "Is it bad that I am kind of glad he hurt you?" she asked her voice staying low.

Zac felt confused by her words but he finished the painting. "Why does it make you glad?" he asked her letting his confusion show at her words. He didn't understand why a twelve year old would be glad that someone had been hurt, unless of course she was just oddly mean but she was Quinn's daughter so she couldn't be that mean.

"Because you met my dad," Everly smiled as if she knew something that no one else did, her own little secret. "You became a part of my family," she shrugged as she moved her head off Zac's shoulder. "I like having you around and I know you help keep my dad sane," she giggled again at the last thing she said.

Giggling as well, Zac stood from the chair, "Well someone has to keep your dad sane Everly, otherwise he'd be in the mental hospital or jail," Zac told her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder before turning to leave the room. When he did turn though he froze seeing Quinn standing in the door way giving him an amused expression.

"What was that about a mental hospital or jail?" Quinn asked as he looked from Zac to Everly. "Because if either of you think I would be in one then you get to do the dishes after supper tonight."

Zac felt Everly pull away from and he watched her as she walked to her dad and pull him down to her height, whispering something in his ear that caused him to laugh.

When Quinn stood up he eyed Zac as Everly ran off, "Looks like it's your turn for dishes tonight dipshit."

Sticking his tongue out at Quinn, Zac walked past him, nudging him playfully, "You could change your mind once we eat," he told him as he felt him following behind him. "I am hoping you do."

"Why do you hope I do? Have some hot date with the mail man?" Quinn asked as he walked past Zac and Zac's eyes happened to watch his ass as he walked away.

Zac hated to admit it but over the two years that Quinn had been letting him stay there he had slowly started to develop some weird feelings for him. He knew Quinn was straight and that nothing would ever come of it. He would just have his very first crush on a straight guy.

"Sadly no hot date with the mail man," Zac laughed as he made it to the kitchen where Everly had now made herself at home eating the pizza that Quinn ordered. "But I do have plans. I was thinking of going to that new club a few blocks away."

Quinn made a face, his nose snarling up, "You better not come home piss ass drunk," he warned Zac as he got a slice of pizza out of the box.

"I won't," Zac told him honestly as he too got a slice of pizza out of the box. Zac may have just ate pizza this morning and also last night but he could live off New York City pizza.

Holding his pizza in his hand Zac went to the fridge, taking out a Dr. Pepper. After doing so he headed to the counter and sat down, kicking his feet out as he opened the can. It was when he took a bite of his food then a drink of the pop that he burped out loud.

"Disgusting," Everly muttered as she tried not to laugh. "You really should use your manners more Zac. If my mom were here she would have already grounded you. She would have grounded you the moment you sat on the counter."

Zac took another bite of his pizza before answering Everly, "Then I am glad your mom isn't here," he spoke feeling thankful that Clara was also never his mother.

Quinn looked up at Zac from where he now sat at the table too, "But I am here. I'm sure I could probably ground you Zac," he smirked as he eyed him. Zac was almost scared that Quinn was serious until he laughed at Zac's scared face. "Though I think I like you sitting on the counter. Just means when it needs to be clean tomorrow you can clean it since your ass made it dirty."

Zac glared at his words as he finished his pizza and then took another drink of the Dr. Pepper. "But I don't wanna clean it or wash Everly's one plate," he pouted. He knew pouting wouldn't work on Quinn but he still tried it anyway.

"Tough cookies," Quinn told him as he finished his pizza, standing from the table. "Get to washing that plate Zachary," he spoke as he looked down at Everly who had just finished. "Then you can go out and have some fun."

Zac stuck his tongue out at Quinn again as he moved off the counter. Going to the table where the plate was he picked it up, taking it to the sink where he washed it off as quick as he could and then he put it in the drainer.

"All done," Zac called out as he wiped his hands off. Leaving the kitchen he looked at Quinn who was sitting on the couch with Everly watching some anime cartoon that she had brought with her. "Have fun with your nerdfest," he told them as he walked to the front door, grabbing his wallet and key to the front door along the way.

Once he had left the apartment he went to the elevators and pressed the button. When the door opened he stepped on, hitting another button for the lobby once the doors had closed.

When the doors opened again Zac stepped off, soon heading outside where he flagged down a taxi. Getting in he told the driver where he wanted to go and the moment he took off the driver began to talk to Zac about random things but Zac zoned him out. None of the stuff he said made him interested.

Feeling the taxi come to a stop at it's destination, Zac paid the drive and then got out, putting his wallet in his pocket as he looked around at where he was at. He had to make sure none saw him as he slipped inside the apartment building, going up the flight of stairs to the floor he knew Taylor lived at.

Zac took a deep breath when he reached that floor, starting the walk to the apartment. He was nervous mainly because he hadn't seen Taylor in three years. What if Taylor didn't want to see him again?

The moment he got to Taylor's door, Zac raised his hand knocking softly a few times. The door opened not long after but it wasn't Taylor that Zac came face to face with. No it was fucking Alex Greenwald.

"Zac," Alex said his name as if it was the worst name in the world.

Zac forced a smile as he nodded, "Alex," he said equally as rude as Alex had said his name. "Is Taylor here?" he asked his heartbeat getting faster after he had asked that.

Alex shook his head. "He is at work," he shrugged as he ran a hand through his nasty hair. To Zac it looked like he hadn't washed it in months. "You can find him at that male strip club just a block from here."

When Alex informed Zac where he could find Taylor, Zac felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Taylor stripping. Why would he need to strip? He was supposed to be going to school to become a teacher. That was what his mom had said anyway when he talked to her a few months back.

"No, it's fine," Zac finally spoke as he shook his head. "Don't tell him I came by," he whispered knowing Alex probably didn't intend to tell him anyway.

Leaving the apartment building Zac began to walk to the club where he had told Quinn he would be. At least he hadn't fully lied to him, he just hadn't told him the whole truth. Zac knew though that if Quinn had known where he was going he would have talked Zac out of it. He would have known Zac was playing with fire for wanting to see Taylor. Just the thought of Taylor at times could still hurt him as if it was yesterday when he had ended things with him.

Though it was getting a bit better each day. Each day he was around Quinn and his new set of friends and maybe family.