Hello!

I should probably make an introduction. Hello, I'm Jessica C. I will be frank with you- this is my first time writing a fanfiction. So, if I make a few mistakes, please feel free to tell me so I can correct them.

The idea for Laella came from reading some sibling fanfiction of the Glee characters. I felt that maybe I could add to them, and basically develop an OC instead of them just staying in the background.

This story is mainly Laella-centric, but I'll be incorporating the Glee characters in too- (obviously). This story will pan from a few chapters of summer to senior year at McKinley. And yes, I'm making Blaine a senior with Kurt, since I for one do not believe how Blaine's age just mysteriously drops as the season goes by.

Fine, it's because I ship Klaine very much, too.

But sit back and enjoy!


"Blaine Anderson! Or should I say… Your Majesty?"

"Kurt, I'm not that rich." The lead singer laughed at his boyfriend's stunned expression.

The boy in question had been wide-eyed and open-mouthed since they drove past the wide lawns with the golf course in the corner. Picture it- a private golf course in Westerville. It got to the extent when they reached the voice-controlled security gate, where behind it, situated the glamorous Anderson house.

Kurt spun around. "Not that rich? Blaine, your house is ten times of mine."

Blaine just smiled and kept his eyes on the road. Sure, Kurt was right, but when his parents weren't around, being home alone really sucked. Thus a week ago, he begged Kurt to sleep over at his house for a week while his parents went on a business trip. "Come on Kurt, it's the holidays!"

As long as they didn't make any mess, his parents will never find out.

Once they were in front of the canopy-covered door with potted plants littering the side, Blaine jumped out, the gentleman he always was, and opened the door for Kurt. Then, linked hand-in-hand, they pushed open the grand doors of the Anderson house.

Kurt gaped at the view that greeted him joyfully. The first room they had walked into was the living room, and he almost could not resist the urge to run and sink his face into those comfy cushions laid neatly on the sofa in front of that tempting fireplace.

And… holy shit, they had an elevator. Kurt looked over at his boyfriend, chatting with the butler that had greeted them at the door. Yeah, a butler, now what argument will Blaine give for 'not being rich?

Blaine spotted him and bounded over, linking their fingers together. "We have the house to ourselves today! What do you want to do now?" Before Kurt had even opened his mouth, Blaine quickly pulled Kurt along as they ran up the long winding staircase. They stopped outside a door with a plate marked "Blaine" on it. Blaine pushed open the door and once again, unintentionally stunned Kurt.

"Blaine, this is so you." Kurt smirked.

And it was. A four-poster canopy bed took up the middle of the room, while posters of Katy Perry and Freelance Whales, his favorite band, covered up the wallpaper. There hung a billboard littered with photographs and notes and post-its on top of a study table which was the only area of the room which was significantly clean. Blaine's guitar lay in the corner, obviously brought back when Dalton closed for summer break.

Kurt walked up to the billboard and glanced at all the photos. There was a picture of the Warblers at a nursing home post-Regional's, one of Blaine hugging a little girl who looked much like him- Kurt made sure to ask him on that one- another of Blaine with his brother Everett and that same little girl, and a picture of him. Kurt sighed in embarrassment as he looked at himself with messed up hair and half-closed eyes. It was at one of their movie nights when they had fallen asleep together on the couch. Kurt had woken up to a camera flash but was too sleepy to comprehend what was going on.

Blaine walked right up and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "What are you looking at?" He whispered, kissing his cheek. He then spun Kurt around and kissed him. "Now come on, I'm bored already."

"Are you sure?" Kurt whispered, giving Blaine another kiss on the neck, the two boys slowly moving to the bed.

"Mmmm…. Maybe not for now…" Blaine trailed off and rolled over so that Kurt was at the bottom, gently caressing the bit of skin that got exposed as Kurt's shirt rode up in the process. Kurt hummed and slowly pulled him in. "Shut up and kiss me."

They could have gone further if not for the faint strains of music coming from within the house.

Blaine slowly broke away, ignoring Kurt's sigh and attempts to pull him back in. "Shush… Kurt, do you hear something?"

"Could it just be one of your neighbors?"

"No. There's something familiar about that sound…" Blaine looked towards the door thoughtfully, before he quickly stood up, dragging a disgruntled Kurt along. He pulled the countertenor along out of the room and through the hallways.

The music got louder as they walked and Kurt could now hear a few bars of Any Way You Want It. He grinned slightly, mouthing the words of the mash up performed by New Directions at the fatal Regional's which they lost to the Vocal Adrenaline robots. The culprit behind their interrupted make out session was forgiven a little bit as she sang beautifully along with the music.

She loves to laugh
She loves to sing
She does everything

Blaine suddenly broke out in the largest smile Kurt had ever seen him in. They stopped outside a door where the music was blaring the loudest at. Blaine slowly turned the doorknob and they peeked in.

The layout of the room was similar to Blaine's, except that it was more… girly. Kurt recognized Guitar Hero from the television screen. A girl was jumping along as she strummed onto the controller in her hand. She had her back to them, so she was absolutely oblivious to their arrival.

Blaine turned to Kurt. "Whatever you do, do not make any noise."

"But who is she?"

"She's my little sister."


Kurt watched as Blaine treaded cautiously on the mat.

Sure, he was mad that Blaine did not mention having a sister – despite having met Everett before- but it was hard to stay mad when Blaine looked so excited like a 16 year old overgrown puppy.

Blaine, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Put it simply- he had not seen her for 6 months.

One, two, three. He thought to himself as he reached his destination- right behind his sister. He crouched, ready to spring.

He loved winning these battles.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kurt jumped a little bit as Blaine successfully tackled the girl and the girl simultaneously let out a scream shriller than Quinn last year when Finn could not find any blueberries in 10 minutes when she was having that awful pregnancy craving. Blaine tumbled on the carpeted floor grinning, his hair tousled. He stared for a moment at the girl, and then burst out laughing. "Hey sis!"


Hope it's not that bad. Review if possible!