Disclaimer: Most of these characters already belong to the genius Ryan Murphy. Very few of them are my original.

Blaine walked up to the center of the choir room and nervously clasped his hands together, "I have a proposal for a new member of the Glee Club." His brow glistened with sweat and he glanced nervously in Kurt's direction.

Everyone quieted down a bit, processing Blaine's words, and trying to figure out what was making Blaine so nervous. Finn was the first to break the uneasiness, "That's a good idea and all Blaine, but Regionals are coming soon and I'm not sure we would have time for someone new."

Rachel raised her hand, and before anyone could even accept her request to speak she smiled and stood up anyway, "Finn's right Blaine, maybe after Regionals would be best." She looked around the room still smiling, and tugged at the edge of her jumper. "It wouldn't be fair since they wouldn't get any attention, assuming that all the club's focus will be on my solo."

"What in hell's name is this-" Mercedes started to stand, but Kurt's delicate hand was on her arm in a flash pressing her back down into her seat.

Mr. Schue, who was leaning against the wall observing silently, spoke up, "Blaine has already told me his proposal and I have already agreed. I just wanted him to inform you" He glanced around the room staring at the mixed emotions that flooded each of his student's faces, knowing that they were now forced to accept someone new into their club. "And my word is final."

Rachel raised her hand again, "I don't understand why this person needs to join now."

Blaine took a step forward, and swallowed deeply, "Well, uh, she, actually," Blaine made a pained expression, "happens to be my, uh, little sister."

Kurt's face remained placid, but Blaine could see shock and rage flood into his eyes.

"You're an only child Blaine." Kurt stated, "I've been to your house, there is no teenage girl there freaking out over Justin Bieber in her room, I would know." Kurt spoke as if Blaine was mistaken.

"Well, uh Kurt," Blaine paused and gave him an apologetic look, "Catherine goes, well went, to boarding school in New York and we aren't exactly close."

"So you call yourself an only child? That's pretty cold man." Puck said raising his eyebrows.

"She's a little different, you see she-". He was cut off when there was the sound of the door opening and a figure appeared behind him.

Blaine turned around and put an arm around the girl's shoulder, "Everybody, this is Catherine."

The girl was small, and showed little resemblance to her older brother. She had blonde hair piled onto her head, with bright blue eyes, and ruby red lipstick. Her eyes flicked around the room, and she shifted uncomfortably beneath her brother's arm. "Hi." She said biting the inside of her cheek and glancing around again. She wore a bright blue sweatshirt with black leggings underneath.

Mr. Schue came around and put his hand on Catherine's other shoulder, and her eyes grew wide with uneasiness, "I am trusting you guys to make Catherine feel welcomed."

"Is she going to audition for us?" Mercedes asked crossing her arms.

Catherine stepped forward shrugging out of her brother's arm, "Actually I'm not much of a singer, I write instead." She reached into her knit shoulder bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, "Here is something I wrote this morning in the car."

She held it out in front of her and looked to the ground. Rachel took the opportunity and snatched it out of her hands. Everyone read Rachel's expression carefully and her lips moved slightly as she read the music. A moment passed and all eyes were on Rachel waiting for a response, except Catherine. Her eyes remained glued to the floor.

"This is actually good." Rachel whispered, looking up. "You wrote this all this morning?"

"Uh yea, and here are the chords for it," Catherine said, reaching into her bag and handing over another crumpled piece of paper.

The papers were being passed around and everyone was mumbling among themselves, but Santana broke the silence, "So what's wrong with her?"

Mr. Schue hushed her, "Santana!"

"Actually," Catherine said speaking up, "I have ADHD, it can get pretty bad, when I'm on my med's I get anxious, and when I'm not I get a little crazy."

"What's wrong with your crappy fingers?" Santana said, barely even letting what Catherine said process. She was speaking of the unusually short fingers Cather had.

Before anyone could shut Santana up Catherine smirked and quickly responded, "What's wrong with your shittily stenciled in eyebrows?"

Everyone looked at the two in shock, and Blaine had his hand on his sister's shoulder in a flash pulling her back. Rage was in Santana's eyes, but before the battle got bloody the first bell rang, giving everyone an excuse to disturb the tense vibe in the air. Kurt put a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, "We need to talk Blaine Anderson." He said with a deadly look in his eye.

"Yes, sir." Blaine said, hoping to put a smile on Kurt's face. Kurt's look of stone only faltered a little before Kurt narrowed his arms.

"I'm dead." Blaine muttered, and he shamefully followed his other half out of the room.

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