Something Like You Chapter 1: Move To Lima, a glee fanfic

I'm about to embark on something that I probably shouldn't but I'm going to anyway. Not only am I starting another Glee story, against my better judgment might I add, but this particular venture is for Blaine. Not Blaine and Kurt, just Blaine. I know! It's travesty but I couldn't help myself. You can seethe angrily and curse me for even considering breaking Klaine up or you can actually enjoy it. It's on you. Enjoy! ...or don't, that's cool too.
PS: I own nothing but my OCs and my idea. The song 'Hallelujah' belongs to it's rightful owner, not me. I just borrowed it.
Disclaimer: Any mistakes are my own and I apologize for them.
Warning: I do not know Blaine's parents' names so I am making some up. If anyone knows their names, feel free to let me know. Carry on. : )

Something Like You

Sitting in the back of an Infiniti FX with a moving truck behind us, was not something I had planned on doing. My mom got transferred to a new agency in Westerville, Ohio so we didn't really have a choice on staying in Cincinnati. My dad though it would be great, seeing as he could open another practice in this new town. My sister, Kenley, had originally been bummed out but then she found out her boyfriend of four years was going to be moving with us and her mood improved tremendously. So it appeared as if I was the only one who was against the whole move.

"Brandon, will you at least pretend to be happy about this? We all didn't want to leave but we had to do it."

"I know, Mom. I'm trying."

"Why don't you amuse yourself like Kenley is doing?"

"Because my friends are at school and my guitar is in the moving truck."

"Who put it back there?"

"Your husband." Kenley laughed and a smile crossed for the first time since we left our old house.

"I thought that was your old one, Brandon."

"I sold my old one, Dad."

"Well, we're almost there so hang tight."

"Sure thing, Dad." I looked at Kenley and shook my head at her staring contest with her phone screen as she was waiting for her boyfriend to text her back. "Tyler taking too long, Ken?"

"Yes." I just laughed and turned my attention to the passing scenery through the window. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of a two story Tudor style house. My dad parked and shut the car off so we piled out of the car to get a good look at the house.

"Well, this isn't what I expected." I turned to my mom with a look of disbelief on my face.

"It's worse, Mom?"

"No, it's better." I breathed a sigh of relief as my mom walked up to me and gave me a hug. "Come on, let's get a good look at the place."

"You two go ahead while Brandon and I help the movers." I nodded as my mom walked into the house with Kenley and I stood next to my dad. The movers backed the U-Haul into the drive and as they got out of the truck, I noticed a couple walking towards us. "Neighbors? Already?" I just shrugged and waited as they got closer.

"Hi there. Need any help?"

"We could sure use some. My wife and daughter sure do have a lot of stuff." We all laughed and started to take boxes out of the moving truck to bring them into the house. My mom and Kenley were conversing in the living room when we all came into the house. My mom stood up first when she saw the new neighbors.

"Why, hello there. Are you our neighbors?"

"We sure are. I'm John Anderson and this is my wife Kathy."

"Pleasure to meet you both. I'm Margaret and this is my daughter Kenley. You already met my husband Liam and my son Brandon." Everyone just nodded seeing as our hands were occupied with boxes. "Oh! Let's see where we can put those down." I just laughed at my mom's distracted tendency. With the help of my mom and Kenley, not to mention the Andersons, we unloaded the moving truck in a little under three hours. I put the last box in the basement and headed back upstairs to meet up with the rest of the group in the living room.

"We'd love to stay for dinner but our son should be home from school shortly."

"He can join us." My head shot up and my mom gave me that look. It was that kind of look that told me she was going to meddle in my personal life whether I liked it or not. I groaned and headed to my room to go play my guitar. I had just grabbed my guitar when I heard my mom call for me. I brought my guitar with me and headed back to the living room to see what she wanted.

"You play the guitar, Brandon?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you play any other instruments?"

"I play piano, too, but I mostly play just the guitar. It's more portable." Everyone laughed and I just smiled.

"Would you mind playing us a song?" I went to say 'yes' but Mrs. Anderson's phone started to ring.

"Oh, excuse me, that must be Blaine. Would it be alright if I told him to head over here?" I glanced over at my mom, who was still giving me that look, and she smiled.

"Certainly." I swallowed hard and tried to think of a parent-friendly song to play. "Why don't you wait until he shows up to play your song, Brandon?"

"Sure thing, Mom." Ten minutes went by before we all heard a knock on the door. My mom shouted 'come in' and I really wished that I hadn't looked at the door. In walked a very handsome looking boy, wearing a blue and red scarf and school uniform.

"Honey, you didn't change?"

"No, mom. I was worried about where you guys were."

"Oh, don't worry about us. These are our new neighbors, the Beckhams. This is Margaret, Liam, Kenley and Brandon, who was about to play us a song on his guitar. Everyone, this is our son Blaine." Blaine waved at everyone and I swallowed hard.

"Well, Brandon, don't leave our guests waiting." I had hoped my dad would at least be on my side but he appeared behind me with a chair and sat me on top of it. Thanks, dad, I'll remember that. I cleared my throat and decided on a song. I made sure my guitar was tuned and began to play.

Well, I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?

Well, it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift,
The baffled king composing Hallelujah