There was a secret that he had been keeping. He never told anyone. He was too afraid. You were his sister and he knew he could trust you. You were the closest person in his life. He could trust you with anything.

One day, after a beating from his dad, he stormed in your room. He just wanted to talk to you. He was contemplating on whether he should tell you or not. He was about to keep his mouth shut when he saw the LGBT flag on the wall. He knew what that meant. He finally had the guts to tell you. You were coloring a picture when he spoke.

"Um Y/N? Can I tell you something?" You looked up. "Sure what is it?" You asked sweetly. "What does that flag mean?" He pointed it to it. He just wanted to make sure that you were really a supporter. You looked at it. "Oh, it's the LGBT flag. It means I support Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, trans and more." You smiled. He felt safe now.

"What if I told you I was apart of it?"

You stared at him. He never told you?

"Wait? Are you gay?" You asked just to clarify. He nodded nervously. You suddenly got up and wrapped your arms around him. He was surprised but hugged back. He suddenly broke down in tears and sobbed. He was just so happy that you accepted him. That somebody accepted him. He pulled away and wiped his tears. "Thank you, Y/N." He smiled. You did too.

"Steve I want you to know that I accept you the way you are. I love you and you are still my brother." You smiled and patted his shoulder.

You went to the Curtis house and they were all just as accepting as you were.