So well, I've been sending in loads and loads of syoc- characters to different writers but I have now decided to write a syoc of my own. Well… that's kind of it. I really hope you like it, the rules and syoc- form are on my profile and there is also the current cast list- read the rules CAREFULLY before filling the form up thank you. So well, on with the story

"Mr. Hummel Anderson- you have no education of being a librarian." I shook my head. "You have no experience of being a librarian, you're young, you could just as well have found another, better paid job within a week after starting here." I bit my lip as Mr. Campbell- the boss at the library spoke- and thought that all of my chances of getting the job as a librarian in McKinley's library were gone.

"But you've got that something and…" he leaned forward and almost whispered. "I really don't think that it takes too much education for this job. If you can promise me you'll keep this job at least until Christmas- then it's yours- and then we'll see what happens after that. So what do you say?" I smiled and reached my hand forward to shake Mr. Campbell's.

"I'll take it. Of course. So when can I start?" Mr. Campbell answered me Monday- the second Monday of the term that would be- today was Wednesday the first week after school had started in usual order after the summer at William McKinley High School- and by then I had been e- mailing with the head librarian Mr. Michael Campbell to hopefully get myself a job.

It had been three years since the New Directions were put down, Mr. Schue had left the school as well as I and the others that were graduating that year. I had gotten into NYADA and spent one year there with Kurt before I could stand up to him and tell him that I didn't think NYADA was anything for me, we married, finished doing everything around that and then I spent another year and a half there as Kurt was still in NYADA and then when Kurt graduated we had started talking about moving back to Lima to just… go back to where we came from. Kurt would work through the Internet on Vogue, I would spend my time taking the job that I could and just be to maybe figure out what it was I wanted to do.

And so in July I and Kurt had after many if's and but's moved in with Kurt's dad and stepmother. It felt a bit like intruding on their life- maybe a bit too much- but they all seemed happy- and of course I was too so I couldn't see any problem with it.

I was walking down the hallway towards the parking lot. The hallway was almost empty but still I couldn't help to look around and remember the places, there was where I had told Kurt I was transferring to McKinley, there was my old locker, there was Finn's old locker…. And there was the auditorium… God I couldn't even.

I stopped by the auditorium as I heard music from in there and then slowly walked in, standing in the curtains and watching the tall, dark- haired boy who stood with a guitar and just started singing a song I didn't recognize- but that- as I heard every single word- just seemed to suit so perfectly, and the last lines hitting me right in the heart.

It's just so hard to believe
That I will never ever see you again
And it's just so hard to understand
That I will never ever hear your voice again

'Cause God has taken back
His most beautiful angel
And I just still can't believe
I just still can't believe you're gone

'Cause even though I know you're dead
It's just so hard to understand
That nothing can't ever bring you back
And I just still can't believe you're gone

You were always- such a nice person
You were always smiling
Always happy
Always shining

And it's just so sad, it's so unfair
That you died so very young
And you will never get out of school
And you will never ever get yourself a job

'Cause even though I know you're dead
It's just so hard to understand
That nothing can't ever bring you back
And I just still can't believe

I just still can't believe you're gone
I just still can't believe you're gone
'Cause I don't want to believe you are gone

I wanted to go over and speak to the boy who now pulled the guitar so it hang with the shoulder band on his back and then left the auditorium with his back towards me as he walked into the curtains on the other side- and I just couldn't move. I just couldn't speak up or catch up with him or anything and I just stood there for several minutes.

I knew it, right there and then

I had to

I had to bring the glee club back to this school

Whatever it would take

If there was more people with the talent that this boy left in this school

Then I just had to

Almost paralyzed from what I had just realized I slowly and stiff started walking down the hallway towards the parking lot again. "Kurt." I ran into the house later that day. "Kurt I need to speak to you, now, come on we'll go upstairs." I hadn't really noticed that Kurt was helping Carole with dinner so Kurt looked to her, she just waved to him to go with me and I more or less pulled him upstairs. "I've gotten the craziest, stupidest most wonderful idea ever." I almost jumped saying it as I closed the door to Kurt's room and told him.

"I….. I walked through McKinley and I heard music from the auditorium, and I walked in and I saw this boy I don't know who it was. But I just knew Kurt I just knew. I- I have to bring the glee club back. Because if there are more kids with this crazy talent that this boy had then McKinley just needs a place for it and I… I need to bring back the glee club I just need to."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Blaine… but exactly how much have you thought about it?"

"About ten minutes but Kurt come on you didn't see that kid he had some crazy talent and oh I got the job by the way so I'm going to be at McKinley all day long anyway and Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. You know how much this glee club helped you and everybody else and I need to bring that back to the school I just know it."

"Blaine, that's a tremendous idea but just… just keep in mind that even now when Sue is gone it certainly won't be easy. And maybe you should talk to this Mr. Campbell and hear with him so it's okay for you to leave work to have glee club a few times a week." I sighed, feeling the extra excitement running of me before I sat down on the bed heavily.

I was going to say more but then there was a knock on the door and Carole opened it. "Boys? Can you come down into the kitchen there's something I need to speak to you and Burt about." I noticed the distressed look in Carole's eyes, face and whole body language and knew that this was too important, talks about plans for the glee club could wait for later and I and Kurt looked scared to one another before we stood up and followed her downstairs where Burt had arrived and the dinner stood on the table.

"Burt I know you've met him but Kurt… Blaine… do you know about my brother?" Both Burt and Carole looked to us two, I shook my head and Kurt looked to Carole.

"Isn't that him who lives in some tiny little town in Massachusetts and is a real…" Kurt stopped talking.

"Asshole." Burt finished his sentence and Burt nodded. "Yep, that's him."

"Well…" Carole continued. "He's got two children- my nephew and niece then of course- Christie and Michael and… Christie's very ill. She's got something called renal which is when…" She bit her lip searching for an explanation. "Well it's basically another word for kidney failure. And… now Stephen-my brother- have made up his mind that he can't stand to see her like this anymore- if I know my brother right it's because he's too lazy to care for her- he's decided to well… put her on a plane so that she can come and live here- with us."

"But that's terrible!" I stated. "I mean- who would send their sick kid away because they're too lazy to take care of her? What a jerk!" Carole nodded slightly and when everyone else seemed to have forgotten about the food she grabbed my plate and started putting up chicken and rice on it.

"I'd scold you for calling him a jerk and an asshole but I couldn't really have said it any better myself. He's been like that since we were little- self- centric I mean. If he doesn't like something then he'll just let it be no matter how important it is." She put my plate down in front of me and moved on with Kurt's. "But I was thinking… we can't keep Stephen from doing this- he knows I'll take care of her though so I guess he could have been worse- but… she'll stay here for a long while so we obviously need to make room for her- and I was thinking we could re- do Finn's room." Carole put Kurt's plate down and then sat down heavily, she was looking down but we could all hear her sniveling and see how she lifted her hand to wipe a tear from her eye.

"Hey." Burt moved closer to her and stroke her back. "You don't have to do that. We could just as well re- do the guest room." Carole shook her head and cleared her throat.

"No." She looked up again "I'm sorry. Finn's room is the biggest- the closest to the bathroom when she gets sick- close to both ours and yours. It will be the best believe me and there's no reason for Finn's room to just stand there and collect dust. We cleaned his room at the college out so we can take this one too." After giving Burt food she finally put food on her own plate, and then we could sit down to eat. "And as well… first of all we need to clean it out, then you Burt is painting it- just white or something else that will work- then I need one of you guys to help Burt paint. And I think Finn's old bed will do because it was almost new when Finn moved. But the rest of the furniture and things we'll have to buy... so I need one to help me with that.. is… there… anyone who would like to help me."

"I will, I will, I will, I will." Kurt was almost too excited and I nodded to Burt in a gesture to show that I'd help him. Kurt's excitement had kind of lit up the atmosphere a little and we all turned to our plates to eat and Carole continued telling us about Christie and all pranks she and Finn had been doing when they were younger. Suddenly getting serious.

"I haven't met Christie for years though. The last time I met her she was nine and I and Finn went there on his vacation from school once but she's… she's five years older now, she's a lot more mature and not to mention a lot more sick than what she was then. She's a whole other person, I am a whole other person now from then too and… according to my brother's wife and my nephew Christie's changed a lot just in the last few months … I guess that we will all see on Sunday afternoon when she comes here won't we?"

Both Burt and Carole took days off work the rest of the week- I guess no one of them wanted to- and none of them maybe should but- with us all being caught up in trying to clear out Finn's old room was something that seemed to take a lot more time than what any of us had expected. "Hey" We were sitting around the living room with some of Finn's old boxes of clothes and Kurt spoke up. "Remember this?"

Kurt held up a red T- shirt that to me seemed like just any T- shirt but that it obviously wasn't to Kurt as he carefully held it on one of his hands and then picked up some invisible piece of dust or whatever before he folded it slowly and carefully. "Blaine? Do you remember what I told you about when we did don't stop believing?" I nodded. "Well this is the shirt that he was wearing." Kurt carefully laid it down in the box for keeping.

"Oh, Burt honey." Carole's voice was heard and he stopped himself in the middle of a move putting down a hoodie in the box for things we were giving away. "I'll take care of that shirt we can't sell it." She smiled holding it and seemed to remember something. "Christie loved it, she used to steal it from him all the time…. He'd want her…" Carole sniveled and her voice seemed shaky and broke when she continued talking. "He'd want her to have it." Carole held her palm pressed towards her mouth obviously trying to keep from crying even though it was too late.

Kurt was the closest- and the fastest one of us, he jumped over some things on the floor and then embraced his stepmum. Burt soon came after and embraced them both, I looked to my watch- I didn't want to interrupt this sweet family moment so I was planning to do just by lunchtime- except now was dinner and drive and buy food since no one had the time or was in the mood to do cooking.

"Oh no you don't Mister." Carole's voice stopped me and I turned around to see her stretching her arm out as if to embrace someone that was coming to her. "Come here." I hesitated, I might be family now when I and Kurt were married but doing like that would be like barging into their family in a way that I shouldn't. "Come here honey- I'm going to pull you over here if I have to and I'd rather not." I smiled and then walked closer and put my arms around each of Carole's and Kurt's shoulders.

"I love you so much." Carole's voice was shivering. "And I'm afraid I can almost promise that this is going to be hard but… we've got each other- that's what's important okay? We can do this- together! Don't you dare give up when things get hard." She hung her head and cleared her throat. "Now come on. We'd better get a move on." She grabbed the hoodie and hung it over the back of the sofa and then turned away from it when she went through another box.

We were done with going through Finn's old things after midnight, and after we had moved out the furniture we were giving or throwing away we all fell into our beds more or less- and I noticed that I wasn't the only one falling asleep still in both jeans and button up- but hey- I'd change in the morning

In… the… morn…

On Friday Burt, Carole and Kurt drove away with a big truck from Hummel's tires and lube to get the pieces of furniture we needed (well, hopefully) and everything else, including painting for the walls. I didn't feel like driving so I got a bus to McKinley and walked over to the principal's office. The new principal was a young woman- perhaps just a few years older than me with a big smile and kind eyes, and seeing just that I knew only right away she'd give me the answer I wanted about putting up the glee club.

"From what I've heard about the glee club in this school earlier you Mr. Hummel- Anderson must be out of your mind." She smiled and leaned back, twisting her chair slightly. "But I like you- I like the vision you seem to have- so I'm going to say yes." I jumped up on my feet and happily pulled a hand through my hair. "Promise me one thing though- make it be more about the students' happiness and well- being that about the winning and the talent okay?" I nodded.

"Oh. Miss… Miss Riley I could… I… I'm sorry I just got to," Without hesitating I hurried around the desk and simply just embraced Miss Riley- don't say it I was already ashamed for it. "Thank you… I'm… I'm going to make you happy for saying yes okay? Okay now I need to go speak to Mister Campbell" Miss Riley smiled.

"I'll talk to him. Don't worry- I've known Mr. Campbell since I was born more or less. I know just the way to make him give in for just about anything so he'll give you time off for directing the glee club. And I already am happy for saying yes." I opened my mouth to say more when my phone went off with the song teenage dream- the signal for when my Kurt was calling.

"Sorry I should probably take this." I pressed to answer the call and put the phone to my ear. "Hey honey." I started to say more but didn't have the time before he interrupted. "Whoa Kurt, slow down I can't understand a word of what you're saying."

"There's been some mix of about when Christie was arriving. She's at the airport waiting for us now. We're on our way, if you want to come we can pick you up?" I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me and answered yes. "Are you at McKinley? We'll be by the main entrance in two minutes." I hung up after saying goodbye for the moment.

"I'm sorry I need to go. I don't really have time to explain but I really need to leave. Oh and by the way. I think there's a new student coming on Monday, I'll call when I know more bye." I spun around and jogged down the hallway and down the stairs, coming through the doors outside just as the car pulled over and I could jump in into the back seat.

"The next time I see that god damn bastard I swear I'll strangle him with my own bear hands." Carole mumbled- and I almost choke on the drink that I had le… okay… stolen from Kurt for the moment. "Telling me she'll arrive on Sunday when he knows perfectly well it's Friday just because one Christie will be waiting for me to come and get her for hours before she calls me up and two because he knows I'll feel bad for it and three because he knows we won't have fixed what we need to before we need to get her." Carole made a sharp turn towards the airport and hit the gas.

"Where's the truck you were getting by the way?" I asked and looked to Kurt as I wanted to think of anything else than Carole's tirade of swearing words to the red stoplight because if I didn't I'd laugh at it even though there was actually nothing funny in the situation- it was just so unlike Carole.

"It's so heavy it's slow so we drove by at home and switched." Kurt grabbed onto the seat before Carole made another sharp turn, I that wasn't just as smart fell to the side with the sharp turn and hit my head in the window. "Carole take it easy!" Kurt scolded. "Blaine honey are you okay?" I moaned and stroke the side of my face.

"I'm sorry honey." Carole said and glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Do you want me to take a look at that when we've met up with Christie?" I shook my head and lowered my hand again despite the still pounding side of my face- I was definitely getting a black eye from that but nothing I wouldn't be able to handle.

And when Carole pulled over in the parking lot in front of the airport I was fast enough to hold tightly onto the seat in front of me. "Come on then guys." Carole said and stepped out before she- just in front of us others as I gripped tightly onto Kurt's hand. After we came into the airport Carole led us up some stairs while she explained to me what was going on. "Christie's mum called me just about half an hour ago and said Christie had called her and said we weren't here yet. So she were wondering if we were safe, that's how I found out she was arriving today and not Sunday like Stephen told me." Carole looked around the waiting hall. "Damn it where is she?"

"Is that her?" Burt asked and nodded towards a girl sitting on a row of plastic chairs Indian style, her clothes- printed black sweatpants, grey- brown, printed hoodie and a black backpack with small white polka dots all seemed way too big for her- even the backpack and along with a trunk and a rolling bag I didn't understand how she had gotten this far. A member of staff sat by her and I could guess it was because she was under age and travelling alone he needed to make sure the right person came and got her from the airport.

But none of that actually mattered- the first thing I realized was how small the girl was- Carole had told us she would be small for her age- fourteen turning fifteen in February- but I hadn't expected her to be this tiny. She looked like her… like a light gust of wind could knock her right over that's how small she was.

"Yeah that's her." Carole said at last. "You wait here." She walked towards the little girl sitting glaring up at the man from the staff. "Christie?" Christie looked away from the man and over to Carole just as Carole rushed over and embraced the young teenager. We didn't hear what they were saying but we saw Christie's lips moving when she said something and Carole showed her ID to the staff member before she showed to me, Kurt and Burt come closer.

"Christie, this is my husband Burt, his son Kurt, and Kurt's husband Blaine. Guys this is Christie." Christie glanced to Burt and then to Kurt before she glanced over to me- and then her eyes met mine- and for one split second before I just thought… I just thought.

"Her eyes!" Kurt whispered to me. I nodded.

"I know."

"I thought…."

"Me too!"

So… any guesses what it is with Christie's eyes?

Oh, and when I'm writing this the only chapter I've got left for my update- all- of- my- stories- at- the- same- time- project is Barole A to Z. So as soon as that that chapter is done all of them chapters and this one will be up.

Oh and also, this story is currently not top priority cause I've got nine stories and well, but I will do my very best to keep updating, and I won't abandon the story. And one more thing- I usually don't use songlyrics in my stories, but in this chapter there's a song that I'm free to use because I wrote it myself. I don't want anyone to use it in their story if they'd want to- without one- asking me first and two- give me credit for it.

So, keep them syoc's coming. I can't wait to see what you've got