Chapter 1: This is Home.

Blaine cautiously opened the door just enough to slip his head around and peer into the entrance hall of the Anderson's estate (yes, estate, he hated calling it that, but hey what else do you call an 80 acre property landscaped to perfection that surrounded a large Victorian mansion?) He chanced opening the door a little wider and took one tiny step over the door frame. It only took a moment to realize the coast was clear, after all, the brightly lighted hall was quiet and devoid of menacing shadows. Slowly, Blaine turned around, pressed his forfinger to his lips and beckoned Kurt forward.

"Um, Blaine, why do I have the strange feeling we are breaking and entering, I thought you lived here?" Kurt whispered.

"Shhhh, I'll explain later."

Just then Kurt stopped dead. He gazed around at the beautiful entrance hall. Towering windows gave the room a light, airy feel, and the simple crystal chandelier only highlighted the wonderfully carved domed ceiling. "Oh. My. Gaga. THIS IS YOUR HOUSE?" Blaine glanced up at him, blushing.

"Uh… yeah, but please be quiet!" he practically whined to his best friend.

"Sorry" Kurt replied in a slightly indignant whisper. "Your house is ju-"

He was interrupted by what sounded like a herd of elephants above them, and Blaine wrenching him towards a coat closet at the other end of the hall.