I know there enough of these, but I wanted to make one myself. You all know what I'm talking about. The AnderBerry siblings.
Summary: The five things that Rachel Berry had warned Blaine Anderson about: 1. Slushies 2. Jocks 3. Cheerios! 4. Santana Lopez & Noah Puckerman and 5. Kurt Hummel.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sadly.
OH! And in my world Blaine doesn't wear high waters. He wears black Calvin Klein glasses. And has 4 pairs of prescription sunglasses. All designer. Sorry for rambling.
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"Blaine! Hurry up or you'll be late for your first day at school!" Rachel yelled up at me.
"I'm putting on my shoes right now!" I slipped on my shoes and fixed my glasses. I fixed my sleeves and grabbed my fedora (it was white with a black strip of satin across it) and my bookbag and ran out my bedroom.
"You look really good Blaine." My dad said as I came down the stairs. Papa nodded his head.
I was wearing my favorite Rock and Republic black jeans with a white belt. It had my name on it with black letters. I was wearing a white v-neck shirt with a black button-up vest with white buttons. I was wearing my black and white striped tie, loosely tied up on my neck. Topped off with my fedora and white Jordans with rainbow colored laces.
"I'm still irritated that you decided to put red in your hair." Hiram told me.
"Well, I decided it was time for a change." I was about to walk out the door when Rachel came out of the kitchen wearing her usual attire. A horse sweater and plaid skirt with knee-high socks and penny loafers.
"Did you eat breakfast?" She put her hands on her hips and already knew the answer. She groaned and gave me a reusable filled with orange juice and two whole grain waffles with Nutella between them. It was like a sandwich. She had it wrapped it with wax paper.
"Now come on, you can eat it in the car."
I waved good bye and walked to my sisters' car.
I took a big bite of my 'sandwich'. I sipped some orange juice. I moved the straw out of my mouth. Rachel could make some good orange juice. Although it was more of an orange smoothie.
"Ok Blaine, crash course on McKinley. Five things you should watch out for: Number 1: Slushies. If you ever get hit by one, I'll make sure that you get yourself cleaned off."
"Is that the reason you said bring an extra change of clothes?" I asked curiously. She nodded her head.
"Number 2: Jocks. They are all sweaty imbeciles," She smiled a little. "Except Finn Hudson. Number 3: Cheerios! They will crush your spirit. They are all stereotypical cheerleaders you see in movies. Number 4: Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez. Puck will just hurt you and Santana will just use you for sex."
"Rachel, did you neglect the fact that I'm an openly gay 17 year old male? The definition of gay is, in simplest terms, I like boys. Not girls."
"But gay also means happy, and I want you to be with the rest of you high school experience. And lastly," We arrived at the school and was in her parking space. "Number 5: Kurt Hummel."
I opened the car door and every girl who was in the parking lot turned to stare at me. I felt ridiculous getting out of the pink car.
"So no explanation for this 'Kurt Hummel'?" She shook her head.
"His name is all the explanation you need baby brother." She patted my shoulder and led me into the school.
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After getting my class schedule I looked at my first class of the day. Glee Club. I had a private audition with Mr. Schue and he gladly accepted me with open arms.
I was walking down the hallway and all girls' eyes were on me. They were whispering. I was so focused on getting to the choir room I almost didn't see the Latina girl stalking towards me. She tapped me on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Santana Lopez." She looked me up and down. "You look yummy."
"I'm sorry, but it's probably your gender that turns me off." Her face fell immediately.
One thing you should know about me: I have a ton of confidence. I'm not afraid to stand up to people and fight if I have to.
"So you're gay?" I nodded my head. She sighed. "Well you look like a lost puppy. Maybe I can help you. Where do you need to go?" She looped her arm around mine.
"Choir room."
"You're in Glee club?" I nodded my head.
"Great. You have to spend more time with Berry than what is necessary."
"Actually, Rachel's my sister." Santana looked at me like I was crazy.
"You have to deal with her every day?" She shook her head sadly. "That's a cruel punishment. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
We reached the choir room and Rachel came barreling towards us.
"What did I say about staying away from Santana?" She stage whispered.
"You know, she can still hear you." I 'whispered' back. Santana nodded her head.
I surveyed the room. I recall some of them from seeing them at our house. I gave a half-hearted wave towards Finn. He didn't pay me any attention.
There was a beautiful blond with short hair and dark green brown eyes. There was another blond with longer hair and a cheerleading uniform on. I think that her name is Brittany. There was a guy with blonde hair and full lips (Trouty Mouth). Santana had whispered that into my ear.
There was a pretty Asian girl with light brown highlights in her hair sitting next to an Asian boy with short dark brown hair. Behind them sat a guy with a Mohawk. That must be Puck.
In the front there was a boy in a wheelchair with glasses. He looked like the stereotypical dork. There was a boy with light brown hair. That was Rory. Rachel came home and said 'He's magical Blaine'. There was a dark-skinned girl with a cheerleading uniform on too, except she was wearing track pants. Then there was a girl with bright red hair. Sugar, I think. Rachel said that she couldn't sing to save her life. I took a seat right next to Santana.
"You're cute." The girl with long blond hair said.
"I would really like to know the name of the girls who hit on me." She giggled and smiled at me.
"My name is Brittany S. Pierce."
"Well Britt, my name is Blaine." I engaged in conversation with Santana and Brittany over my shoes and fedora.
Rachel, spoil-sport as always, pulled me out of my seat and in the one right next to her.
"Rachel I was talking to Santana and Brittany." She shushed me.
"You just broke two rules. Cheerios! And Santana Lopez. What did I tell you in the car? To stay away from them." I tuned the rest of her motherly lecture out of my mind and instead got up and walked back to my original seat. Brittany stared at me like I just came from the moon.
"You're magic." She said astonished.
"Huh?"
"You were just right here, then you disappeared, and then you came right back. And since you're a magician and magicians use rabbits I'm going to call you my Blainey Bunny Thingy." Santana covered her mouth with her hands to keep her from laughing to loudly. I was shocked for a moment and sat back into the chair.
"Alright! We are going to welcome a new member to the New Directions. Blaine Anderson- Berry."
"Just Anderson."
"Wait, he's in the Glee Club? This close to Regionals?" Finn asked.
"No Frankenteen. He's just in here for his own personal health. Apparently his doctor said to cure whatever disease he's suffering from, the best medicine is some morphine and singing and dancing about it." I looked over at Rachel. She was rolling her eyes.
"But Mr. Schue-"
"Finn, my answer is final. He's a part of this club. Welcome Blaine."
"Finn, you should stop it. You're making my Blainey Bunny Thingy sad." Oh God. She did not just call me that out loud. Brittany got on my lap and started playing with my curls.
"It's ok. I'll make sure that Finn won't bother you anymore." She whispered into my neck.
Santana was now laughing loudly, not caring who was watching. Others were joining in. I was sure by this time I was bright red.
The bell rang (THANK GOD!) and I was bolting out the room.
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It was after school and I was going down the science wing when a hand pulled me into an empty classroom. I heard the lock click and the blinds go down. My first defense was to fight.
"I'm not going to hurt you, so put your fists down." A low sultry, seductive voice with a musical undertone whispered in my ear.
"Who-who are you?" A small slender hand was traveling down my thigh.
"Didn't that five foot two, brown haired, brown eyed, crazy bitch sister of yours not tell you who I was?"
"Kurt?" I felt his smile on my neck. His lips were on my neck. I felt him bite the side of my neck. Damn. There was going to be a hickey there later.
"Mhhh." He moaned quietly. Why the hell was it so dark in here? I felt him move away. He turned on the lights and I wished that he would've kept them off.
He was wearing all black. A tight black shirt, tight black skinny jeans, and black shoes. Those made his skin seem even paler. His cherry red lips were quirked into a small smirk. His brown hair was in a coif style hairdo. His eyes seemed to flicker between green, blue, and gray. I was a sucker for blue eyes and brown hair.
"Yes, I'm the notorious Kurt Hummel. Most people here would call me a slut or man-whore. But. I. Just. Want. You." His fingers pulled down the collar of my v-neck and wrapped his leg around my waist.
"G-g-get away from me." I was trying so hard not to enjoy this. He jumped up and wrapped both of his legs around my waist so I was sort of carrying him.
"Why? I mean, I can tell you're a virgin. I don't want to have sex with you."
"Why did Rachel tell me to stay away from you?" He jumped down from my body and sat in a chair. He pulled something from his pocket and took out a lighter. He was smoking weed.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners? Do you want a puff? No?" He took a coffee cup out of his bookbag and took a sip of it. "Don't worry its water." He was still smoking. He put his feet on the table.
"Well?" I was growing impatient.
"Sit down Curly Sue; it's a really long story." I cautiously sat back down.
"Last year I got on her bad side. Her boyfriend was Noah. Or Puck the 'Sex Shark'. But we all know who has the real title of Sex Shark around here."
"What happened?" He took a puff and put it out.
"Do you smoke?" I shook my head. "Good. It's bad for you. Anyway I slept with him. It was an experiment. He was afraid that just because he looked at my ass and fantasized about seeing me naked calling him master, that he was suddenly gay. He always touched me and kissed me and we did it behind Rachel's back which made it all the more exciting.
"When we first did it, I was a virgin. But I knew all about what to do. He was gentle and kind. For days afterwards he was being the 'boyfriend'. Rachel found out, shunned me as her friend, and threatened to out Noah. He immediately stopped hanging around me and being nice to me. And that's the story Berry."
"Ugh. I don't want to be any relation to that last name. Blaine Berry, ugh it even sounds nasty."
"Fine Anderson. That sounds sexy. Blaine Anderson. What's you middle name?"
"Everett."
"Blaine Everett Anderson. Delicious. Now where did I leave off?" He went over to the light switch and turned it off. He came back to me and started to kiss my neck.
"I gotta go." I pulled away and stepped out of the room. I ran home.
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"Hi Dads! Bye Dads!" I ran up to my room as fast as I could. I ignored Rachel's hello and closed and locked my door.
I slid down it. I sighed. Kurt Hummel has me twisted into little knots.
Someone was knocking on the door. It was Rachel because she had her own little special knock.
I got up and opened the door. She looked steamed. She walked into my room without permission.
"Yes, come right in even though I didn't say you could."
"You ignored all of my warnings!"
"No. I didn't ignore all of the rules. I Stayed away from Puck and slushies and jocks." I mentally cursed myself for not saying Kurt Hummel.
"You went near Kurt?" She looked at my neck. "Is that a hickey?"
She got up and stalked over to me. She grabbed my chin and tilted it up. My Adam's apple bobbed nervously in my throat.
"That is a hickey!"
"Rachel. Keep it down!" I hissed.
"Was it Kurt? I'll kill him." She was muttering under her breath.
"Why don't you like him?"
"He was sleeping with my boyfriend. You know, doing the nasty." She whispered the last part.
"Having sex?"
"Exactly," She had one of her a-ha moments and sat down on my bed. "First off he probably never watched a Disney movie. You love Disney."
"The fact that he's never watched a Disney movie is irrelevant. And I know for a fact that everyone has at least seen half off a Disney movie. Or at least heard of one."
"But maybe he's the odd man out."
"Kids, Dinner!" Papa called up the stairs.
"We'll be down in a minute!" We called down the stairs in perfect harmony.
"Stay away from him Blaine. He'll hurt you."
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"So Blaine, how was your first day of school?" Hiram Berry asked me. I never called him dad. He understood. And so did Dad. I loved her more than I love Hiram.
"Good." I used some of Rachel's concealer to hide my obvious bruise.
"She called when you were in your room." Dad told me. I saw Hiram tense up a bit.
"Really? What did she say?"
"She misses you. She wants to see you."
"When and where?"
"The park on Saturday at 10 in the morning. She wants to meet you there so you two can go to breakfast and to the mall." I nodded my head.
"So Rachel. How was your day?" My dad asked turning the direction of the conversation back to the main attraction in the house: Rachel Berry.
I tuned out the rest of the conversation. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out under the table and looked under discreetly.
Hey Anderson? What you wearing? ;-) ~Kurt
I texted back a quick reply.
The same thing I wore to school. ~Blaine
I put my phone back in my pocket and then smiled. I hurried up and scarfed down the rest of my food and then excused myself.
"I'm gonna call Wes. He's been wanting to talk to me for days." My dad nodded his head and went back to his conversation.
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"Kurt. How the hell did you get my phone number?" I had called him as soon as I got to the safety of my room.
"I broke into the school's office. I had to erase any proof of my detention on Saturday. And at 10 on Saturday we're going to my super secret place." Kurt told me in a super bored sounding voice.
"I'm actually meeting my mom on Saturday."
"I thought that you had two dads?"
"I do. I'll tell you what happened later."
"God, I hate school." Kurt told me out of the blue.
"Why?"
"Noah kept staring at me. After you left he had basically attacked me even though I now think that he's dating Quinn."
"So he raped you?" I asked a little scared.
"No. We have an on-again-off-again relationship."
"So like friends with benefits."
"Exactly! Now you're getting it. I knew you weren't stupid. Gotta go. My dad needs help putting groceries away. And tomorrow at lunch you're going to sit with me."
Without even waiting for an answer he hung up on the other line.
This boy was going to be the death of me.
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I'm so sorry this went on for this long. I didn't mean for that to happen. Sometimes my imagination runs away. (IT WAS JUST MY IMAGINATION, RUNNIN' AWAY FROM ME!) Ok. *Clears throat* Next chapter will be told in Kurt's point of view. I will leave you with these words of wisdom: You can pick your friends, you can pick you r nose, but you can't pick your friends' nose.
(P.S. This is the shortest Author's note I've ever written…Ever.)