Belonging

by Annytara

Kurt Hummel is an orphaned high school sophomore and currently without a home. The Taylor clan lives with a curse that affects a great deal of several lives. What does Kurt have to do with it and how will he affect the Taylors? FURUBA (Fruits Basket) AU Potential Kurtbastian, Klaine. For now no pairing.

1. Chapter 1

Title - Belonging
Author - Annytara
Pairing- potential Kurtbastian, Klaine?; for now none
Rating: T for language?

Genre: Drama

Thanks to: avelinedegrandpres for the idea and showing me that this is something I always wanted to play out, I just never really knew it and aetheriata for several ideas with the cast
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya and Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy. None of these wonderful works belong to me, I just play with their toys as long as I can, until it's time to put them back in the drawer

Warnings: probably language (as usual in a drama the characters have to struggle and as a result of that they will meet people in this story that will insult them and inflict pain in them- therefore yeah)

Author's note: (My long long way to inform you of a few basics)

Because it's a crossover the characters might be a mix of their two personalities. For example Kurt might seem ooc in some scenes because he is layered with Tohru's character and the scenes only work that way, but since it's Kurt and not some wide eyed ingénue it's also ooc Tohru because I try to work Kurt in it. Et cetera

I want to stress that I'll try to make this work, but there will be shortages of some storylines and maybe changings in a few others to make this work in the Glee Context. Also to make this work in general. Since the original basis of this story is a manga there is only dialogue and thoughts in it. The main happenings are drawn. This story will therefore be a hell of a lot more pages if I do everything and the chance of me having the countenance to write a 3-5 year project and to keep some people interested that long is a long way down from zero. So, naturally some storylines will be more focused than others and of course, as in the manga, the main storyline carries between the main characters. I'm aware it's about the chinese zodiac signs (eto) and it makes sense to use them like that, but let's face it, it just doesn't make sense to make the original Glee cast with all their very American names do Japanese things, live in Japanese cities. Et cetera, et cetera. The hair thing is also not that prominent as in the original, because please imagine Blaine with grey hair or Sebastian with red hair. You can? Good for you, but to make this a *little* authentic, that won't work now.

Some things and plots need to be changed because of sex/gender and to establish real pairings their personalities may wary a bit from the Furuba characters, but not enough (hopefully) to wonder who they should symbolize
All of you who know the original Fruits Basket know that Natsuki Takaya is a goddess who brought us a wonderful, wide layered, deep and meaningful story with great wit and I can't give you that. But for all of you who crave some Kurtbastian and just Kurt, Blaine and Sebastian anyhow, i hope this will do it justice Well, let's see how you like this and I'll take it from there

It shouldn't be a problem to read for those of you who don't know Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya, but it would be a shame if you don't set it on your „Must read" list ;) Maybe this will encourage that, maybe not

Chapter 1

Kurt's PoV

As I step out of the tent I check my mom's photo on the night stand one last time before I leave. „It's a nice day", I convince myself optimistically, "Bye, Mom!".

Hi. I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm a sophomore at McKinley High Schooland recently I lost my mother- Elisabeth. My dad died when I was very little so I don't remember much of him. When mom died in February however my "living arrangement" became- let's say – challenging. After a lot of fighting between my relatives and the clear message - that no- no one was really comfortable to home Elisabeth Hummel's son, much less a gay teenager, my grandfather – my father's dad – stepped his foot down.

This is why I came to live with him in February and lived there ever since. He is very kind, but his rent doesn't pay much and he is already pretty old, which means that I accepted the job in that coffee shop down the street from my high school – The Lima Bean – so I can pay for school and individual expenses myself. Grandpa also calls me by mother's name most of the time – it must be my voice. I kind of got used to it.

But now it's May. The house needs restoration and a week ago he asked me if I could stay with a friend for some time. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth; he seemed so excited that he could stay with his daughter and her husband. I thought about my best friends, Tina and Mercedes, but Tina has two siblings and lives with her whole family and Mercedes lives in a tiny one-room apartment. I really didn't want to force myself on them. So I put on a big smile and agreed.

Which is how I ended up here. In a tent in an unlived area near Lima. It's not exactly Four Seasons, but I just have to manage until my grandpa returns. I can do this.

I pat my school uniform softly. Seeing as I have to wash it without proper detergent and can't iron it I'm self-conscious about my appearance. School uniforms are new to McKinley, but they help to cover that my once very fashionable wardrobe isn't really existent anymore. As I stroll down the hill I notice a big house. A mansion really. Funny, I think, I never noticed that someone lived near here.

Curiously I inspect it more fully and detect a patio. There are tiny figurines of animals on a tray sitting on the table. When I take a second look I assume they must be the Chinese zodiac signs. I giggle softly and excitedly to myself. Most people just know that there are twelve zodiac signs in the Chinese calendar. Scratch that. Most people here in America don't even know that because they have a whole different set of zodiac signs. Mom used to tell me all about it though and she also told me the old fairy tale. She was always interested in everything ancient and she was so smart and full of energy.

My thoughts are interrupted very suddenly by an older boy, a man really, who looks surprised to see a foreigner on the step of his patio. "Dude. What are you doing here?", he asks puzzled. I hurry to apologize profoundly when he adds, as if as an afterthought to my panicked reaction: "Oh, I'm so sorry. Don't you worry. I just asked because it is very rare that visitors stop by. Much less good looking ones. Where are you from, handsome?" Did he just flirt with me?! His whole behavior had changed like from one second to the other.

"Uhm. I'm Kurt. I'm so sorry to intrude! I was just curious and then I saw these figurines and I always loved the Chinese zodiac signs!", I stutter.

"Oh yeah, no problem, I just put them here to dry them. Interesting though. Most people here don't even know about the eto, especially young guys." "Yes, well, my mother used to tell me the old fairy tale at night so often I know it by heart. The cat is missing though, as always.", I answer shyly. "Hmm. So you know that story", the stranger returns thoughtfully. "Oh yes, I do. I always wanted to be the cat", I laugh nervously, thinking about my naiveté back then.

I remember. I was about 3 or 4 years old. I lay in bed, my mom beside me and she would tell me the story quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Many, many years ago god told all the animals: 'Tomorrow I'll invite you to my banquet. You must not be late!'.
After hearing the news, the rat, who liked to play jokes, told its neighbor – the cat - that the banquet was the day after the next day. The cat thanked the rat and so it happened, that that day the rat rode on the ox and jumped off to get into the banquet first. The ox followed, then came the tiger and everyone else. The celebration lasted until the next morning. Everyone was part of it, except for the cat, who had believed the rat… Kurt? Why are you crying?" I had sniffled softly up to that point, and finally started to sob: "Oh my! Poor cat! I've decided! I don't want my sign to be a dog, I want it to be a cat!". "Sure thing. Whatever makes you happy, darling, Mom's tired".

"I know it sounds silly, but I just care about the cat that much", I chuckle, a little bit embarrassed about how emotional I have become over an old fairy tale. "Oh? I wonder how he would react", the strange man seems thoughtful and amused. "I'm sorry, what did you say?", I inquire confused. "Oh nothing of importance! You said that you are born in the year of the dog? What a coincidence! That is why I felt myself drawn to you, I'm born in the year of the dog too..swe…", the man continues, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Keep your fingers to yourself, Noah!", someone hisses and suddenly a schoolbag is hit soundly on this Noah's head. As I look up, alarmed as to what happened, I see that the owner of the bag seems to be none other than my handsome classmate, Blaine. "Ow! Don't be so cruel to me, Blainey boy! What do you have in that bag, a freaking lexicon?". "Two", Blaine states dryly, before he turns on his heels and has his most charming grin on. "Good morning, Kurt! How are you? I hope my cousin didn't bother you?".

"Oh, I mean, no. I mean, good morning Blaine!", I stutter and grin happily. "You wanna call me a molester, Blainers?", Noah sounds scandalized. When I look back to him, he just grins again though.

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"Hey ladyboy! What are you thinking coming to school with Blaine Taylor all lovey- dovey. He doesn't need your gayness around him! How did you even meet him before school? Poor guy had no chance. Just keep your distance, fag!". One of jocks corners me after approximately 2 minutes in the building. He is not alone, I presume, and it looks as if I'm right. I feel resigned, not knowing if I should just go with it or insult him. But that's just not who I am. "It was just a coincidence.", I sigh. Rick 'the Stick' Nelson and his group look livid and not convinced.

"What did you do to him? Poor Blaine, I bet he needs a real girl now for a change", one of the Cheerios – their high school's cheerleaders – snickers as she joins the group of McKinley's elite.

"You heard him. He said it was a coincidence. Back off, or I will cut you". It's Mercedes and Tina and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It's Mercedes who pronounced the words.

Tina PoV

Even though Mercedes, Kurt and I don't exactly belong to the top of the heap our statuses somehow precede us. At least that's true for Mercedes and me. Mercedes used to be on the Cheerio's. She may have been slushied back in the day but if she sets her mind to it, she can be very bossy and downright scary. She doesn't hold back in speaking her mind and I think most of the jocks and Cheerios are afraid of her big mouth. She tends to know more about the on goings at school than she lets on. I think Kurt secretly admires her for that quality, though he never lets on that he knows about it. Sometimes I wonder if Kurt is brighter than he pretends to be. Actually I'm pretty sure that his shy and naïve behavior is a self-defense mechanism he only hardened after his mother's death.

I love him dearly and he always has to deal with shit he doesn't deserve. It isn't fair. He is precious and kind and all he gets back is hatred. He was the first one who came up to me and wanted to be my friend when I came to school. I never was liked. People think I'm weird and I let them believe that just so they won't bother me. Seeing Kurt being bothered bothers me though, and my weirdness became my advantage after a while. People are just so clueless. All it took for me to become just the right kind of scary was to dress up in black and using my greatest talent. My insight in people.

Once headmaster Figgins wanted to ban my clothing choices because he honestly believed I am related to Vampires. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but all it took to end that discussion was little dress up. That was of course when we hadn't school uniforms. He still can't stand my accessorizing though. The point is, my way of weird works. It protects me. It protects my friends.

Ever since we became friends Mercedes, who really is a tough diva, and I try to flank Kurt as often as possible. Sadly it doesn't always work…

Kurt PoV

I sign when Mercedes finally seems to make her point with the jocks. We are on the same page and about equally "unpopular" – and though we have several other friends in the Glee club, it's always been Mercedes, Tina and me. Even though Mercedes is not popular, she always had a scary enough vibe on her for anyone that is not friends with her. This helps her with gaining respect. I guess it comes from fending on her own.

The Cheerio's don't seem as bothered as the jocks and frown. The head cheerleader grits through her teeth: "Don't think you're something special, just because he talked to you, fairy!".

I don't think I'm special, I really don't, but even if I would, the guys at school would quickly convince me of the opposite. Blaine is really popular at school. For the girls he is like the school prince. For the guys he is what everyone longs to be: Talented in many things, but always manly enough to pull it off.
I've always admired him as well, but he usually doesn't talk too much to his classmates. Come to think about it, I've always wondered about that. He is just so smart and elegant and nice.

"Cut the crap white girl", Mercedes roars, while I'm still halfway in thought. "You don't scare me, Aretha!", the cheerleader quips. "Huh. One electromagnetic wave and you would…", Tina states quietly. "Creep", the Cheerio mutters but leaves rather quickly.

"Shame. There she goes. Don't send any real electromagnetic waves, though, T. Too scary even for you, girl", my fabulous friend comments, grinning. "Don't let that bitch ruin your day. That was one of the many sad, sad, tragic members of Blaine's fan club. She's in most of his classes and all but drools over him. Pathetic." So that is how she knows him.

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About 10 minutes in our home ed class, she speaks up again. "So tell us Kurt. What's going on?". "Well, 'Cedes. As I said before it was a coincidence", I begin, thinking how to explain why I went by Blaine's house. They both don't know about my current living arrangement.

"I'm Noah Taylor. I'm Blaine's cousin", the older guy spoke while rubbing his head. "And I don't know why Blainey here would accuse me off molesting young, innocent guys like you". Noah is dressed pretty casually but handsome in a cozy t shirt but elegant trousers and somehow pulls off a mohawk. He's taller than me and since he talked about his zodiac sign being a dog, he must be around 28. "Kurt Hummel. It's so nice to meet you!", I reply quickly and humbly. "Kurt, how come you're here?", Blaine asks confused. He is really a sight for sore eyes in his school uniform and perfectly fixed tie. "Uhm, I live not far from here", I reply nervously. "Really. You live around here? That's curious…", Mr. Taylor starts, but Blaine cuts in. "Nevermind. Kurt, do you care to accompany me to school?". Blaine is showing me the biggest smile and I'm so excited it's pointed at me.

"He is breathtaking. I can't believe he escorted me", I tell my friends dreamily while stirring the contents in the bowl. "Sweetie, I know he is a walking wet dream, but honey, I don't know about him. It's like nobody knows anything about the guy", Mercedes states.

"He is sending mysterious electromagnetic waves, it's intriguing", Tina joins in. "And here she goes. Girl, you and your waves. It's just us, you don't have to go all the way scary…". "I take offense in that", the Asian girl retorts.

"Whatever. T's got the main point across. He is mysterious. I heard that a while ago a freshman confessed her feelings to him and when she got near him and went to hug him he all but panicked and pushed her like, miles away". "But she wasn't hurt, was she?", I inquire, shyly and a bit worried. "Well, if you mean apart from her ego. It's been that way with every girl ever", Tina continues her friend's story. "That's true. Though one has to keep in mind, that his fan club is all kinds of hysterically frightening", Mercedes chuckles, "He's not much better with guys though. I heard he skips gym class whenever they do team sports and asks his gym teacher if he can make it up by single lessons a few days after…".

"But… Why haven't I heard about these stories?", I inquire confused. "Well, that's part of why it's intriguing. ", my perceptive friend throws in.

I'm really puzzled and I don't have a chance to ask her further, seeing as our teacher tries to tell us how to do our work – which we did already finish of course …

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After I end my shift at the Lima Bean that night I think back about this eventful day. I nearly gave myself away this time. I went to Glee club with Tina and Mercedes, and they really seemed worried about me.

"T and I are going on a shopping date after Glee club, you in?", 'Cedes asked excitedly. "Sorry, I can't. I have a shift this afternoon". I feel bad. Recently I always have to turn them down, because I need the hours so I can make more money. Especially now that Grandpa isn't here I need to manage on my own. "You are working too hard, Kurt!", Tina throws in, concerned, "It's only for school expenses and some private things you want, isn't it? After all we still go to public school. You don't have to work everyday!". "After I graduate, I want to afford my own apartment. Maybe even go to New York. If I want to afford that, I have to be patient, and I need to save up some money!", I explain. The idea of New York excites me, even though I know I'm only dreaming big. My mom always used to dream so big and I can't help but wanting that too.

"Oh my god, white boy. That's so moving.", Mercedes seems pretty emotional now, though I don't really understand why. "You need to eat something, let's at least go somewhere to grab a bite before your shift". "You still live with your relatives, right? Do you get enough food there? They don't take away your wages, do they?", Tina ask matter of factly, ignoring her friend's over dramatics. "Yes, of course I live with them", I shriek, "and no, they certainly don't take away my wages".

I lied. Well, it's not a lie, exactly. Maybe it's just a tiny, little white lie. I just can't tell them. They would be upset and Mercedes might go and cut my aunt and uncle. What's more, she might get really mad. Grandpa lives on social welfare, I just didn't want to be a bother to him. And why not experience the harsh life. God knows it's not easy being the only out gay kid at school, I can stand a few bugs and spiders in a tent up that hill for a few months. It sure as hell is a lot cheaper. Mom always used to be so happy, so cheerful and lively. I never thought she would die in a traffic accident. It's no use though, to debate its fairness.

After school, I met Blaine again. I've met him several times, but usually he is just all smiles and no real talk. He isn't exactly someone you talk to right away. Especially not if everyone around you is making it a habit to warn new students about you; the very obviously gay student. I know I'm not his type, but I a guy can dream.

When I saw him standing at his locker, I couldn't help but talk to him for a little while longer, though.

"Ah, hey. Thank you Blaine, for… for this morning!". "Oh, it's nothing. I'm sorry Noah caused you trouble", the boy replies. "Oh, no! He didn't. Not at all! He's very kind! Very forward, but really nice", I hurry to assure him. "Well. What did you talk about? Something about the cat in the zodiac year?", Blaine asks, closing his locker and smiling almost sickly sweet at me. "Well, yeah. I was very silly when I was a kid", I reply nervously and try playing it off. "Yes. Cats are stupid. They have awful personality. Kurt, did you know how the 12 animal signs became what they are? Originally it was used as numbers and to count time. Later in combination with the five elements and the opposites of Yin and Yang they were used for visions and forecasts"
"You are saying… it had nothing to do with actual animals?". "Right. I'm not sure how it started and for what reason animals were added. It's still unclear.", Blaine tells me, deep in thought. Suddenly he is very clear again and has a hard look on his face. "But the cat was never part of the eto. I think it's best things stay as they are. What would happen if the cat were to be part of that? Who wants to be friends with a cat? Cats are stupid!".

"Do you really hate… cats that much, Blaine?", I question him in a daze. It's the strangest thing. He doesn't say a word, he only wears this really dark smile. It's quite scary, to be honest. I wonder why that is. What is he thinking about? Why is it so important to him what the cat is and isn't a part of? But then again shouldn't I ask myself the same question, thinking it so unfair that in the fairy tale the cat was left out? Before I have more time to think it through my alarm is going off and I have to go to work. "Oh, I have to really rush now!". While I'm packing my things up and to go he almost pets me softly with his hand on my forehead. "You look kind of pale. Take care of yourself. See you tomorrow". It's the most intimate gesture I've ever experienced. He smiles so wistful.

Feels like my soul is charmed by his beauty.

But before I really can think any more about it it's over and he turns on his heels and walks away. "He really is mysterious", I whisper to myself.

Really an eventful day, I might say.

Take care of yourself. I'll pretend I didn't hear that, because mom had it a lot worse. For all she did for all her liveliness and hard work, for all her strong spirit, I never thought that she would die in a traffic accident. Mom always took care of me…

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Blaine PoV

"It's late." Noah murmurs as we walk through the woods. "It's always take out or eating out. It really gets annoying." "Well, then why don't you try to cook", I ask him bored. "Because you were the one who complained about my cooking skills!" "It was the remainder of the greasy pizza from three days before with garlic rice. Of course I complained. If that was all of your 'cooking skills' I'll pass", I reply exasperated. "If you're so smart why don't you know any housework? Two dudes, living together - this isn't working. What we need is a flower.", Noah states. "What you mean is you need - and I quote you - 'a chick to do the housework'", I ask him and shake my head disgusted. "I would never use such vocabulary!", he returns mock shocked. "You did the last time no one was around".

"Wait. Isn't that Kurt over there?". Noah squints his eyes and points him out in the woods. "Scary. Normally you only remember young girl's names this quickly. Seems it's just young these days", I state dryly. "What does he do out here this late? You think he really lives close by?". "Hmm.. I heard at school that his mom just passed away. Maybe he moved here?". "But everything up there belongs to our family. We don't rent out to anyone. It's impossible", my cousin reasons. We both look at each other and then follow him quietly. It seems like there stands a tent up the hill and he is heading directly towards it.

As we stand in front of the tent I can hear him mumble something. The moment he comes out of the tent Noah starts to burst out laughing and hysterically points at Kurt for several minutes. "That's enough, Noah."

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After we headed back to our house Kurt's starts telling us about his living arrangement and that it's only temporary. "Please. It's only a short while longer. I'll pay, too!", he quickly assures. "But you can't live there. It's not safe!", Noah speaks up, finally coming out of his laughing fit. "You finished?", I ask wryly. "Of course I am, Blainers. Let me reason with this young lad". "Since when are you trying to aim for british 'older-and-wiser-than-thou' professor? It's starting to get creepy.", I sign annoyed. "If you're finished trying to downgrade me in front of our visitor, I'd like to get a point across – Kurt, it's too dangerous".

"It's no problem, I can do it!", Kurt hurries to assure us and stands up fast. All of a sudden his knees seem to give up and he sinks down to his knees. "Kurt! Are you alright?". I race to him and touch his forehead, "You've got a fever. You can't go out there tonight. Stay with us. You have to be careful – you're sick!".

"Seems like there's been a landslide. The earth's still pretty soft after the last storm", Noah suddenly speaks up. I know it's because he heard the dogs' warning, but Kurt seems puzzled.

"How do you know that? A landslide? Around here? But… my tent. Oh no! My mom. I have to save my mom!", he screams horrified.

Kurt PoV

"Your mom?", the Taylors ask, confused. I don't bother to explain and run out of the door, up the hill. It's absolute mayhem out. "KURT!".

When they reach me I'm already digging up the earth up on the hill. My tent's been buried and the tears in the corner of my eyes threaten to fall every second. "Kurt? What are you doing. Calm down, you can't do this alone. Especially not now with that storm going on", Blaine tells me calmly. "But. My mom's picture. It was in the tent. I have to safe her, she can't breathe!".

"Why don't we wait until tomorrow morning? If there is another landslide and you get hurt your mom would be really sad, wouldn't she? Now let's get you to bed", Noah speaks up softly while smiling at me.

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"I'm sorry to be such a bother", I whisper, once I'm in bed. "I lost my home. Again". Noah's beside me and he seems wistful. "That's awful, isn't it?". "No. Actually I experienced a lot worse". Now he seems curious. "And what's that?". "The morning my mom died I left without saying goodbye. I always said it, every time. But I was late for school, I'd overslept and I had a test that morning and I just.. forgotand I'll… now I'll never say anything to her at all. She worked her butt of so I could attend high school and I just wanted to show her that I could ace all my AP classes, that I would do everything to reach my dreams… a stupid cold can't keep me from doing it".

Blaine PoV

Sometimes Noah surprises me. Mostly he's just ridiculous and I ask myself why I even put up with him, but… he definitely has his moments. Like… just now. He just calmed Kurt down in seconds flat. I wonder how he does it. When I walk by him in the kitchen, I ask "Did he fall asleep?". "Yeah. He amazes me". "In school he is always so happy. He seems happy, even though a lot of people at school are jerks to him. You never can see the pain he feels, he's amazing, isn't he? I wish I could be that confident. I wish I could have run away from the family, do it like him. I always wanted to but in the end I stayed. I'm a coward, and too spoiled, aren't I?". Noah snorts and looks sarcastic. "Well, you are our prince…but yes. You and Kurt are very different. And speaking of him like that - it's very insulting towards him.

"You're right. I'll go get his things", I sign. "Alone?" "Don't you know whom you speak too?", I grin darkly, the rats squeaking in the back yard as I make my way towards the hill.

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Kurt PoV

"Kurt. You got a fever. Again! You don't have to help me all the time! Just, be yourself! Take all the time you need, otherwise it's gonna come back at you some day", mom tells me while she pats my head and looks concerned.

But if I don't give my everything now I think I'm gonna end a disaster.

When I wake up I pat my forehead. Oh. I dreamed and… I cried…. Again. This is getting ridiculous!

When I sneak out to the hallway and down the stairs into the living room I run into Blaine. "Oh, you're awake! I got your things, I'll take them upstairs. We have a spare room. You can stay as long as the renovation of your house takes!", he offers me. "Oh. I… I must refuse! I can't possibly live here, I…", I shriek. "You can lock it from within, if it bothers you?", Blaine assures me, a little bit confused. "It's not that, Blaine. I can't possibly bother y…", I hurry to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Say, Kurtsie. How do you feel about… housework. Cooking, cleaning. The like?". I nearly jump out of my skin when suddenly Noah's voice comes from behind me. "Uhm.. . I actually like to do the cooking and… uhm… but…" Noah grins wolfishly. "Welcome in the Taylors' house! Make yourself at home! Blainers, you gonna lend him some clothes, aren't you?" "But. I can't possibly, that…", I am completely overwhelmed. "Kurt. This is for our own good. You don't bother us. Just… be yourself and take your time, it's gonna be okay", Blaine quickly assures me, takes my hand and shows me around the house.

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"And this is where you'll sleep tonight. There's pants and a t shirt on the bed so you can change if you want and..", Blaine explains me while we're going into a well lit room. He is stopped mid – sentence though by a loud crash.

"Well, well. If it isn't the rat prince. Ready to get sucker punched? I can't wait to put you to your place". I turn around and see a boy, around our age. He's got soft brown hair and green, attentive eyes. They almost remind me of a cat. He wears a bracelet around his left hand and seems pretty well trained. He's taller than Blaine. He looks absolutely stunning. And also absolutely dangerous.

"Seb. Can't you, for once use the freaking door!", Noah groans out from the living room. It appears that the loud sounding crash came from the glass door being smashed. "How about training manners, you wimp!", Blaine hisses and grins dangerously. It looks like he became a different person in one minute flat. "Hah. You will find out about real pain right about this instant when my fist breaks your pretty little nose!", the strange boy laughs and makes a move.

Before I can think of what I'm doing I run towards them and cry out: "Wait! Please, don't fight. I'm sure we can work out a way…". That moment I slip on something and before I know it I throw my arms around the intruder to prevent my fall.

TO BE CONTINUED…