A/N: If you are on Tumblr you know what this is about.

A new pairing hit yesterday and it's called AnderBerry where Blaine and Rachel are brother and sister.

Hiatus is really getting to us already, haha!

But this is something that really had caught my attention, because during the last few episodes I really seen similarities between the two characters.

Not that I will never find myself shipping Blainchel I really do like this pairing and this story here is just going to be a collection of drabbles that I have written onto Tumblr, posted onto here.

I would really suggest that you go on Tumblr and read a few for yourself, admiller, the person who wrote Hey, New Kid has two great ones up on her Tumblr you should really check them out. I enjoy all of her stuff!

Just a Little More Than

New Year Kissing

It wasn't like Kurt asked to be stuck between both Rachel and Mercedes on New Years Eve, in her bedroom, on her bed waiting patiently for the ball to drop , no not at all.

He was actually planning for something else entirely.

Sure he enjoyed the girl nights that he had been used to so frequently. But this is not what he wanted.

What he looked forward to most when the holidays came in the Berry household would be when Rachel's brother Blaine would come home from that private reform school for holiday break.

It wasn't usual for Blaine to be around, he went to Dalton all year long—and sometimes he forgot how close he and Blaine were when they were younger. He was even in love with him then too.

But the Blaine he knew when he was younger changed. Things happened to Blaine, things that weren't very nice and now he wasn't that same dorky little kid who wore bow ties, and short carpi pants with a loving obsession for long goofy socks.

No, that Blaine was long gone.

Blaine filled out more within the past few years.

He moved past his hardships with the middle finger in the air.

He didn't trap his head of curls with a pile of gel.

The short carpi pants were replaced with tight, tight, skinny jeans and a black leather jacket.

Piercings became apparent not only on his tongue but his eyebrow and ears as well. To put it simply,

Blaine had attitude.

Blaine was a bad boy. Oh so people say. What are people supposed to think when you are kicked out of school at the age of eight. Well, nothing I suppose, but not every eight year old had the life of Blaine Anderson-Berry. No, not at all.

Kurt sometimes missed Blaine, not that he told Rachel that ever but that is why he came over half of the time—to see if Blaine was there at least there. Hoping and praying for the day that he would be done with that reform school. He hasn't talked to Blaine much in the past few years, simply because he doesn't know what to say, or do without choking up. Things with Blaine had never been this hard.

If only it could be easier, like when we were little. Kurt's thoughts began to trail but they were interrupted when a large fluffy pink pillow thumped him against his chest.

"Are you even listening to me Kurt?" Rachel whined.

Kurt reacted quickly throwing it right back, and Mercedes rolled over in laughter when it hit Rachel square in the face.

The brunet began to scowl. When she went to open her mouth her bedroom door swung open and Blaine was on the other side, leaning coolly against the door frame.

Mercedes took a moment from eating her pizza to wave over at Blaine who simply winked, smirking at her before he turned his gaze to his sister and mocked a frown.

"Rachel I truly am hurt," he began taking a step into his sisters room and Kurt caught sigh of his light hazel brown eyes and flushed immediately looking away. "I am gone most of the year and you don't even invite me to your sleepover?"

Rolling her eyes as if the answer to Blaine's question was completely obvious Rachel stated. "I didn't invite you because you are my brother and I hate you."

"Is that a good enough reason?"she questioned exasperatedly.
"Not quite." Blaine grinned, his tongue piercing clicking against his teeth.

"That is so gross Blaine." Rachel stated, clearly in disgust.

Blaine payed no attention to Rachel making his way past her and plopping next to Kurt on his sisters bed. "Hey Kurt, how are you.. we don't talk anymore." he remarked. Kurt looked up meeting Blaine's hazel gaze there was sadness in them and Kurt couldn't help to think that he was to cause of the sadness.

That's just stupid. Kurt thought.

Opening his mouth Kurt went to reply but he closed it again, hesitating.

Why do I always feel so stupid around him? Talking to him used to be so easy.

Blaine was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Rachel soon crawled across the bed and began shoving against Blaine's shoulder. "He doesn't talk to you because you are a bad influence on everyone and no one wants to be around you. NOW. GET. OUT!" she screamed.

"Whatever," Blaine dejected getting up all to quickly from the bed. "Your parties are always really lame anyways." and with that Blaine made his way out of Rachel's room, his own bedroom door slamming a few seconds later.

"It is New Years Rachel you can at least try being a little nicer to him—he's had a rough year," Kurt mumbled, his eyes fixating back onto the T.V. A rough life is actually more like it. Kurt had added as an after thought.

He remembered all of the things Blaine had went through. Battles of custody, switching from home to home, the bullies chasing him out of his own school—tormenting him till one day he snapped; defending himself getting himself shipped away to a reform school and not to mention being related to Rachel in general. The kid could never seem to catch a break.

He had to be lonely.

Rachel got everything and him—he got nothing.

Rachel frowned getting ready to object.

But Mercedes clearly having enough of the fight, settled next to Kurt, her head falling onto his shoulder. "You know if I didn't know any better I would think Rachel's brother has a crush on you."

"That's absurd." Kurt stated nonchalantly trying to keep his blush to a minimum.

"I don't know," Rachel joined in, attempting to squeeze between them, but soon gave up laying on the other side of Mercedes. "The only time he comes around me is when you are here. Otherwise he stays in his room with his guitar, when he visits."

"Rachel that's because you suck. How about we just watch the special okay?" Kurt questioned, directing towards the T.V. Soon the trio fell silent, their eyes fixated to the screen, watching the performances of the night.

An hour later soft snoring sounded to his left and he looked over, seeing both Mercedes and Rachel passed out, before the ball even dropped.

Sighing Kurt sat up his mind drifted back to Blaine and what Rachel had said to him earlier and the way Blaine had reacted.

Making his way past the lump of girls Kurt found his way off of the bed and headed into the hallway.

Blaine's door was still closed and Kurt stopped in front of it, knocking lightly on the door.

Shuffling sounded on the other side of the door before it clicked open revealing Blaine. His curls a mess, and his black wife beater wrinkled from him laying down, and dressed down in a pair of black and white flannel boxers.

His hazel eyes darker and scowl on his lips.

Kurt couldn't really help but to stare.

This just happened the be the first time in a long time that he was this close to Blaine. Face to face, with no one around.

"Aren't you supposed to be at Rachel's party?" Blaine scolded

and Kurt flinched inwardly. "I was wondering if we could talk—um can I come in?" he had to make this right. "It's about what Rachel said." Kurt continued softly and Blaine's face softened stepping back into his room, and plopped down on his bed, glancing at the T.V.

Shit, he is watching the ball drop alone.

"Well what do you want to tell me?" Blaine interjected Kurt's thoughts. "How much of a bad influence I am? Out with it Kurt. That has to be the only reason why you stopped talking to me. You couldn't handle that I got myself into a reform school and ruined my perfect, proper image. Isn't that it Kurt?"

"No-its-none-of-that." Kurt said in a rush, crossing the floor and sitting next to Blaine on the bed.

"What Rachel said wasn't true. It's quite the opposite actually. I don't think you are a bad influence. After all you went through I find you pretty admirable. You stood up to the bullies. It takes a lot to go through what you went through, and that made you into what you are."

Blaine rolled his eyes looking away. "And what's that? An asshole, a dick, a—" Kurt gave him a bitch glare and he stopped mid-sentence, Kurt was the only one who has ever made him do that—it always has been Kurt to get past his every border."Don't interrupt me," Kurt snapped, the sound of the ball dropping in the background. They payed no attention to it. Their eyes were locked onto each other.

10...

"What I was saying was you are a strong person. What you went through made you stronger and you just have a rough exterior that just needs a little love that's all." Kurt admitted a blush crossing his face.

6...

A blush also crossed Blaine's cheeks as well. "That still doesn't answer why you stopped talking to me."

4...

Kurt laughed, his head falling onto Blaine's shoulder—like it used to those so many years ago.

2...

"Well come on?" urged Blaine.

Just do it. Kurt thought.

1...

"Because now every time I see you I want to do this," Kurt whispered leaning up and planting a kiss onto Blaine's lips. "but I never knew how to do it, to make that first move." Kurt murmured against his lips, before pressing back down against them

Sparks flew as Blaine's soft wet lips pressed and moved against his own. Kurt never imagined feeling anything like this as Blaine's tongue traced against Kurt's bottom lip, the cool hard ball of Blaine's tongue ring trailing against his lips made Kurt quiver and moan against Blaine's mouth and all to quickly Blaine took control; pressing Kurt into the mattress, straddling him.

His half hard cock pressing into Kurt's thigh.

"Happy New Year Blaine," Kurt mumbled breathless, his fingers threading through the curls on the back of Blaine's neck.

"I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long, but I never thought I could have you. Never thought I was good enough." Blaine rambled.

"You can have me Blaine, I want you too. Take me." Kurt fisted the locks of hair tangled in his fingers pulling Blaine forward and smashing their lips together in a hot desperate kiss, Blaine's tongue willingly slipping into Kurt's mouth, as Kurt's knee jutted between Blaine's legs. Blaine groaned as it grazed his half hard cock through the material of his boxers, their legs tangled and their hot bodies pressed against each other.

"Please Blaine," Kurt whimpered, his hips bucking up seeking friction. He had no clue what he was doing but he knew for a fact that he wanted to have this with Blaine and Blaine alone.

They waited for this moment
They waited for the moment for forever.
They were always meant to be.
It doesn't matter that he was Rachel's brother
and Kurt was always Rachel's best friend.
He was Kurt and he was Blaine
They were always Kurt and Blaine.

"Fuck Kurt, are you sure?" Blaine questioned and it seemed as if it took everything in him to hold back.

"I had never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I want you to be my first. I want you to be my first everything, like we could have been so long ago. I've waited for you for forever and now that I have you I'm not going to let another second pass us by." Kurt explained, his blue-green eyes soft as his finger tips raked down and under Blaine's black wife beater, his nails trailing up Blaine's chest making his breathing hitch and mix with Kurt's where their lips were still centimeters apart.

Blaine's fingers slowly worked button after button of Kurt's pajama top; revealing patches of white porcelain skin that Blaine found beautiful as he kissed every inch until he stopped at Kurt's waistband looking up and Kurt as he slid the pajama shirt off his shoulders. Kurt nodded and Blaine's fingers tugged Kurt's pajama pants off, where Blaine mouthed Kurt through his boxers, teasing him as Kurt pulled against his curls panting, his cock twitching under Blaine's mouth.

"Stop teasing me Blaine please, I want you." Kurt whined.

Doing as he was told, Blaine pulled off Kurt's boxers, Kurt's hard cock springing against his stomach, precum dripping.

He knew Blaine would take it easy. Because Blaine wasn't the hard looking person he acted like on the outside because when he was around Kurt he is the same person that he knew and loved. He just had bad things happen to him.

And this year Kurt was going to find out every side of Blaine.

If you were to ask Kurt last year today if he was going to end up in bed with his best friends brother, who he had been hopelessly in love with for as long as he remembered, like this-a year later. Kurt would have said flat out no. He never thought he would have someone he could have as his own. Kurt could tell that this year is going to be a very good year and who knew that this new year was going to start off with a little more than New Year Kissing.

Yep. This is going to be a pretty good year. Kurt thought to himself as he gripped into Blaine's grey sheets as they both made love for the very first time.

A/N: But there is my first attempt at an AnderBerry/Klaine fic. It was obviously rated M for the slight smut. I tried to refrain from actual smut because A) I still think I'm really bad at it and B) I really thought it wouldn't mesh well with the sweetness I was trying to convey with this drabble. I really hope you enjoyed it, this is something new and foreign to all of us. But seriously, go on Tumblr and check out some of the amazing drabbles. Love em' all.

Also, about the updates to my other stories I haven't had a chance to sit down and write any of them because I've been sick since Wednesday with an Upper Respiratory Infection and Flue, once I get better I will start working on them right away. Winter break is coming soon, which means more time to write. Hopefully!

Lots of love and butterfly kisses your

XxLaurenxX
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