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My feet shuffled on the tile floor of the airport. I could see Finn's head above everyone else's in the airport, but he still couldn't find me. What a buttcake! I told Aunt Carole that what I planned on wearing, but she's pretty short, so her only hope was Finn.

"Finn!" I screamed. A couple of people near me shot me annoyed looks, which I returned. Finn's head turned but his eyes moved right over me. I waved my arms. There was a man and another boy standing next to Finn, and the boy tugged on Finn's sleeve and pointed at me. A dopey smile washed over his face as he rushed towards me.

"Annie!" He reached me and pulled me into a hug. I saw Aunt Carole and the other people walking calmly towards me over Finn's shoulder. "I missed you!" I pulled myself out of Finn's grasp and launched myself into Auntie's arms.

"Auntie!" I squealed.

"Annie!" "She squeezed me tightly, making my hug last since I rarely hug anybody. "You're a little touchy today. Feeling okay?"

"Much better since I got away from that hellhole." I pulled away and looked at the boy. He had pale skin and light blue eyes. His hair was carefully styled to the side and he wore knee-high boots. One look at him and I can tell he's gay.

"Anastasia, this is my husband Burt,"- Auntie pointed to the man, obviously-"and my step-son Kurt." Burt stuck his hand out and I reluctantly shook his hand.

"We better get going." Finn grabbed my medium sized bag off the machine thingy, Burt took the largest one, and Auntie grabbed my guitar case. My backpack and toiletries bag were nestled safely in my larger backpack, which is currently on my back.

"Wait, is it raining?" I asked. My hair takes forever to dry and I really don't need a bath.

"Yeah, why?" Kurt answered. His voice was higher pitched than teenaged boy, but not higher than a girl's. It's actually really cute. Man, what is wrong with me today?

"My hair takes forever to dry. Can you grab my beanie? It's in the front pocket." I turned so Kurt could grab it. This beanie's black, though I have other colored ones. I tucked my hair inside and checked for loose strands. "Thanks." We stepped outside, and I was immediately hit with a blast of cold that we don't get in downtown LA.

"Whoa!" I covered my face. "Cold!" I pulled my jacket tighter against me, and silently cursed whatever force gave me the idea of wearing a tank-top in the middle of February. My teeth chattered, and I'm positive my arms and legs are covered in goose-bumps.

"Here's our car." Finn pointed out a silver Mazda. Kurt opened the trunk and walked to the backseat. Finn and Burt tossed in my luggage's and slammed it shut. I ended up sitting in the middle between the boys. "So….. How ya been?" I raised my eyebrows at Finn. "Oh yeah, sorry." Kurt turned to me.

"Not to be nosy or anything," he said. "But why are you here, anyway?" I took a deep breath.

"It's a long, complicated story." I replied. "See there's this gang, where I used to live…"

"So let me get this straight." Kurt said, climbing out of the car. "Your parents kicked you out of the house because your friend was raped by a gang. They figured you joined the gang, and did something to upset them, though you hadn't." I nodded.

"When you say it like that, it doesn't sound so complicated." I smiled a bit. I thought about Riley almost every day. What happened to her shouldn't have. I should have been there to protect her. On numerous accounts I thought about finding the men who Riley described to me, but I knew I would disappoint her if I did. She always saw the best in me, and I wasn't going to let her down. Riley's parents wanted me to live with them, so that I could be there for her, but the social workers refused, since I had relatives in Ohio.

"It does sound complicated though." I fumbled a bit on the step on the porch. "Nice, Annie." I punched Finn roughly in the arm. "Hey! That kinda hurt!" He rubbed his arm.

"It was supposed to."

"Finn, show Anastasia her room." Auntie said. "You can come back for the other bags." Finn grabbed the largest one and lugged it up the stairs.

"Wait up, Fish!" Finn groaned at his old nickname. I hurried up the stairs, nearly falling on my face multiple times. Finn showed my room and d\left my bags inside.

"I'll grab you luggage's and maybe Kurt will help you organize your closet and stuff." He left and I looked at the room. It's larger than my old room. The walls are white, but I'm sure Auntie will let me paint them, plus I have posters to cover them. There's a large dresser pressed to the wall next to a closed door, which I can guess is either the bathroom or the closet.

I turned around. There was a full-sized bed, with bright orange pillows and an orange chrysanthemum on a white comforter. My old bed was way too small for my body. I used to have a twin bed with teletubbies on the comforter. I sat down on my bed and waited for Finn to get back with my bags.

I'll have to ask Auntie later if she remembered to sign the transfer papers. I wouldn't mind missing school, but I'm almost positive Auntie would freak out if she forgot.

I started humming. Knowing Finn, he probably stopped to make a snack or something. I might as well do something to pass the time. I knelt next to my guitar case and clicked the locks open. I pushed some papers and clothes out of the way, and grabbed the neck of my beautiful, lime green, guitar. Riley had painted it a long time ago. She also added clear paint with glitter on it, and some ribbons along the sides.

I strummed a few chords, and tuned the guitar. Starting the beginning, I sang the words.

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a, bed of roses

Sink me in the river, at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

I stood up and sat on my bed.

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh well

Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well

I've had just enough time

"You're really good." I jumped up and turned to the door. Kurt was standing there with Finn behind him. "You sing in front of people?" Finn pushed past Kurt and dropped my stuff next to the others. He then flopped on my bed, his back in the air.

"Sometimes." I replied. "I like performing. But you pretty much get tomatoes thrown at you if you do in LA."

"Who are your favorite artists?" Kurt asked. "You didn't really seem like a country person." His eyes took in my red and black plaid jeans.

"I'm not." I said. I moved my hand up and down the neck of my guitar. "I like some songs though. I'm more of a pop/rock person. I like Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Pink, and Kelly Clarkson. They're my favorite." Kurt gasped.

"Lady Gaga is my idol!" I grinned.

"She's awesome!"

"Totally!"

"I think she's kinda lame, to be honest." Finn said. His voice was muffled a bit by my pillow, but we could still hear him. Kurt and I both gasped.

"How dare you sir!" I giggled a bit at that.

"Whatever." Finn pushed himself up, and hauled himself out the door. I turned to Kurt.

"I don't mean to be rude, and I don't want you to be offended or anything, but you are gay, right?" I thought I said the wrong thing when Kurt drew in a sharp breath. "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be rude or anything!" He laughed.

"Yes, I'm gay." He said. I let out a breath of relief. "And I have a boyfriend." We sat there for a moment. "Are you homophobic?" he asked quickly.

"No, no, no!" I assured him. "Not at all!" Kurt let out a breath this time. The doorbell rang. "Is that your boyfriend?" I teased. He blushed, so I'm sure it was.

"I'll introduce you!" Kurt rushed out of the room calling out, "I'll get it!" He bounded down the stairs. I heard the door open, and some talking, but I didn't catch the words. I set to fixing up my room. I set my guitar back in it's case, and deciding to put away my clothes later, shoved my suitcase in my closet.

"Gosh, this room is so plain…" I thought out loud.

"What color do you plan to paint it?" Kurt asked, once again scaring me. This time I was standing near the bed and when I jumped I landed on something, causing me to fall on my back.

"Oof!" My breath rushed out of my lungs, and I wheezed. Kurt was laughing hysterically as he tried to help me up. The guy next to him was laughing a bit, too. "You… know…" I wheezed. "It's not… nice to… laugh… at people… you… don't… know…" The boy's eyed widened a bit as I stood to full height. I gave out a short laugh.

"Kurt!" I exclaimed. "He's shorter than you!" I giggled. "I'm Anastasia."

"Blaine." He gave me a smile. It was kinda charming, but I kinda thought he was being a kiss-ass, too.

"Dude," I replied seriously. "Be yourself, not a kiss-ass." His eyes widened, before he shook his head.

"Okay." He shrugged. It was quiet for a minute.

"So you guys make-out and stuff?" I asked. Kurt gave me an incredulous look, while Blaine attempted (and failed) to hide a smile.

"That's kind of what people in relationships do…" Kurt replied slowly. Geez, he's making me seem stupid.

"Well, I know that!" I hit my chest in a 'der-da-der' motion. "I mean, people are okay with that?" Kurt thought for a moment, but Blaine ended up answering.

"Not really. I mean most people here are homophobes." He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I knew it'd probably hurt a bit.

"Like Finn." I added. Kurt's head shot up and he narrowed his eyes.

"You knew Finn was a homophobe?" He asked sharply. I nodded cautiously. "And you didn't tell me?" I held my hands up in surrender.

"Hey! Gimme a break!" I said. "I just met you this morning! Holy fridge-ollies!" I huffed and sat on my bed, crossing my arms. "I swear, people these days!"

"Sorry!" Kurt replied sheepishly. "Anyway, yeah. We do make-out and stuff." He blushed and looked down. Blaine just let out a laugh and whispered something in Kurt's ear, who blushed even more. I figured I probably didn't want to know…

"Whoa, Blaine." I replied smirking. "Whispering dirty things his Kurt's ear?" They both blushed. "Eww. I was kidding, but I guess you guys weren't…" Finn came rushing in.

"Who's whispering what?" I looked at him before bursting out laughing. I waved him off as he looked between Kurt, Blaine and me. "Umm, okay." He stepped out of the room. I looked over at them, still laughing a bit. When I saw their red faces, I started laughing all over again.

"Man, you're just as weird as Finn." Kurt said, shaking his head. "We'll be in my room if you need me!" He grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him to Kurt's room. I heard Burt yell "Door open!" before I shut my door. I think I'm gonna like it here.

My first fan-fiction ever. I've written some and typed some, but I've never published them... So please, please, please give me feed back! It would be greatly appricated!