Everything was normal.

Blaine was sitting in his desk in his 8th period class, waiting for it to end so that he could go to Glee and be with his friends and boyfriend and do what he loved the most.

Everything was normal.

He walked down the hallway after the bell had rung, put the books he didn't need into his locker and took out the ones he did, before he linked arms with Kurt and headed towards the choir room for their weekly Glee meeting.

Everything was normal.

Until he saw his brothers standing at the end of the hallway waiting for him.

Then, everything changed.

All his life, Blaine knew he had always been different from his family. He and his mom were the only ones similar; he looked nothing like his father and only vaguely like his brother. He also behaved completely differently from them; his father and brother were laid back and went with the flow, and his mother was another peace keeper. He had a tendency to blow up over the littlest things. As he got older and started to figure himself out, he thought that maybe he was just different because he was gay and nobody else in his family was, and that was how he justified it. But when he came out, his father told him the truth; he wasn't an Anderson by blood. That's why he didn't fit in.

Turns out, his mother and father had hit a rough patch in their relationship a few years after Cooper was born, and things weren't looking great for either of them. His mother had been working late shifts at the hospital, while his father worked early mornings, and therefore they constantly missed each other and didn't have time to work through their differences. And in the midst of the drama at home, his mother had a whole other soap opera unraveling at work; one of her patients was a John Doe who was found unconscious in a field and had nearly bled out. She nursed him back to health, and once he was able to walk, he begged her to sneak him out of the hospital. Blaine didn't get the details originally, but his mother had given the man refuge. It wasn't long before the two of them were an item, and she left his father- er, stepfather.

Then two weeks passed, and the man vanished. And then his mothers work shifts changed, and she and his stepfather talked and worked everything out, even the mysterious John Doe from the hospital issue. Three months later, a pregnancy test came up positive, and after he was born, the paternity test was negative. He was the child of an affair, a John Doe who left before he even knew about Blaine's existence.

He didn't learn more about his past until he was almost 17, when two boys suddenly showed up on their doorstep in search of a 'John Winchester'. The man was apparently their father, who had been missing for quite some time and they were worried about him. For some reason, he had their address written down in some address book that he had left behind somewhere, and the boys were tracking down every possible lead because apparently the police wouldn't help them. The one with longer hair wouldn't stop staring at Blaine, until his mother sighed and confirmed what both of them had been thinking; John Winchester was Blaine's runaway father. He felt terrible for feeling the way he did, but he found a strange comfort in knowing that he wasn't the only thing that the man had run away from, because that meant it had nothing to do with him or his mother.

The older brother, with shorter hair, his name was Dean. He wasn't very nice at first, but once he got used to being around Blaine, he wasn't all that bad. The younger one with longer hair, Sam, he was nice from the get-go. They both seemed to have Blaine's temper, too, which made him feel better, not being alone anymore with a short temper. Although the boys' first stay wasn't long- hell, none of their visits ever were- Blaine still felt like he knew them well enough. They were his family, and they were trying to get to know him and live their lives at the same time. He understood that they had to leave, but he appreciated every visit they made.

Except this one.

Because the last time they were here, he found out even more than he'd ever bargained for. The last piece of truth, they all promised, but Blaine didn't believe them. There was always more that they were keeping from him, so he wouldn't be surprised if more came with the next visit. Last time, they told him what they do for a living; how they hunt monsters that are hurting people. At first, he thought they were kidding. Then, his mother told him about how John, his father, had saved her from a werewolf when she was on the way to work. He had sustained serious injuries and passed out, so she took him to the hospital and stitched him up, but when he came to, he refused treatment. So she offered to treat him outpatient style, without any records being kept, in order to repay him. And that was how it all went down.

Sam and Dean being back could only mean one thing; there was a hunt nearby. And if there was a hunt nearby, and they came to school to see him, they either wanted him to help or it was really close to school and they were trying to clear the vicinity. Neither of which were preferable. Last time, Dean had given him a large gun and when he fired it, it threw him back flat onto his ass and bruised his shoulder. Dean laughed for at least ten minutes before he helped Blaine up, and gave him a handgun, that he still had little luck firing at the can targets on top of a fence. And if they had to leave, he knew his brothers wouldn't let him bring Kurt along, but he couldn't leave without Kurt. So nothing sounded like a good alternative.

He was even more thrown off when Kurt stopped dead in his tracks, his arm dropping from laced through Blaine's, than he was by the appearance of his brothers.

"Kurt?" He asked, worried, glancing up at Sam and Dean. Sam looked confused, but Dean was smiling and seemed pleased.

"I um… I have to talk to these guys, I'll be in the choir room in a minute, okay sweetie? They're friends with my dad." Kurt said, hurriedly, trying to rush Blaine into the choir room, because Dean laughed a little.

"Ah, come on, Kurt. Blaine can stay out here, no big deal." Dean smiled and clapped his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"How do… how do you know Kurt?" Blaine asked, looking up at Dean, confused, while Kurt did the same.

"How the hell do you two know Blaine?"

"Well, Kurt. Blaine is our half-brother." Dean said, before he grinned down at Blaine. "And Blaine, your boyfriend Kurt is a hunter like us."