Hello everyone! Oh I just had so much fun writing that last fic (Dreams Come True) and at some point I got the idea for this one. This is a VERY BLAINE CENTRIC story. As of right now, you will notice this takes place WAY before Kurt (way, way WAY before)...BUT, if it gets as well received as I'm hoping it does, I'm hoping to include Kurt further in the story. Without further ado, here is the prologue of Destiny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Michael Blaine Anderson was born on February 5th, 1992 at 8:15am weighing 7lbs. 11oz. with a length of 19in. to parents Michael Anderson Sr. and Samantha Anderson. Mother, father, and baby are all doing fine!

Michael Sr. opened the car door for his wife who was cradling their newborn son. He was a tall man, with dark brown curly hair and deep brown eyes that were flecked with green, one of the many things Samantha loved about him. He was young, in his thirties and in his prime. He had a pronounced jawline and strong chiseled features and looked as though he worked out every morning. Samantha on the other hand was delicate. She had long, honey-blonde colored hair and blue green eyes. She had a small frame and was incredibly short in comparison to her husband who towered over her by at least a foot and a half. Her pink lips were almost always curled into a smile, which Michael found absolutely irresistible.

Samantha wrapped baby Michael in her arms on the car ride home. He had cried at the hospital but otherwise he was a relatively quiet baby. She prayed that he would remain that way once he was in his new home, especially after the tantrums the Anderson's now three year old son, Matthew would throw. She hummed gently into Michael's ear, as the baby with the dark brown, curly hair drifted off to sleep. "He truly is beautiful," she said softly.

Michael Sr. hummed in response, glancing at his wife and newborn son. "He's gonna be a little guy, though," he pondered, "well, all except for..."

"Michael!" she cut him off, laughing.

"What? Just pointing out the obvious. I'm thinking he's going to be a stocky football player when he gets older."

"Yes, and Matthew is going to play basketball." She rolled her eyes.

Michael stopped the black BMW at a red light. "Are you happy?"

"Thrilled!" She looked down at the baby, brushing her fingers against his soft skin.

"You wanted a girl, though. I know you did."

"It would have been nice," she let her voice trail off as she stared at her beautiful baby boy.

"Yeah, I would have liked to have a little princess." They pulled into the driveway of a great house with a stone facade and white trim. A white picket fence outlined the entire property which was blanketed with a fresh layer of snow, and a large oak tree which supported a tire swing that Michael Sr. had installed for little Matthew.

Mr. Anderson parked the car and turned off the engine, running to open the passenger side door for his wife. She stood up with a little help from her husband as they headed inside their home. They opened the door and were greeted by Michael's mother who had agreed to stay home and watch over Matthew.

"There's my grandson! Oh he's precious" Mrs. Anderson carefully took the baby out of Samantha's arms. "Oh he is absolutely beautiful." She grazed his cheek with her finger. "He looks like you, Michael. I feel like I'm holding you all over again. Except he's much smaller."

Michael smiled. "Where's Matthew, mom?"

"He's upstairs napping." Mrs. Anderson was in her late fifties. She had short blonde hair that she likely dyed to cover up her grays. She herself was short and had a medium build but otherwise she had a very youthful appearance to her, most likely due to the numerous surgeries and botox procedures she had done annually ever since she turned fifty.

Michael Sr. climbed the stairs leaving his mom and wife downstairs to chat about the newborn. Matthew's door was open a crack and he could hear the little boy's nose whistling as he slept. Right now Matthew was fighting a cold. His mouth was dropped open a bit and there was drool on his pillow. His father knelt down next to him and brushed back his curly golden locks, the same color as his mother's but the texture of his father's.

The boy woke, bleary-eyed and squinting as his father continued to run his fingers through his hair. "Hey buddy," he said as the child became more aware of his surroundings. "Wanna come downstairs and meet your new brother?"

The boy nodded, his head still on the pillow as his father stood, stooping to pick him out of his new big boy bed. He was still tired so he rested his head on his father's shoulder, the vibrations of his footsteps on the stairs nearly putting him back to sleep but the prospect of meeting his new sibling kept him awake.

"Here he is! Hi sweetheart," Grandma Anderson said from the couch as his father placed him on the ground in the family room.

"Matthew, this is your new brother Michael." Samantha took her son's tiny hand and led him over to his grandmother who was still cradling the baby.

Matthew cautiously approached the sleeping baby, carefully studying his features. His eyes were tightly shut and his pink lips were pursed just slightly. His face was plump and his fingers were tiny little rosy twigs. Matthew curiously placed a finger into the baby's hand, who subconsciously squeezed at it when he felt a presence. It startled little Matthew but he let a faint smile creep on his face. Gently, he leaned in and placed a small kiss on his brother's forehead.

"Isn't that precious?" His grandmother asked with a grin, looking up at his father. The baby woke at the touch as everyone held their breath, expecting him to scream but instead the baby simply caught his brother's eyes and smiled.

"Well, would you look at that?" Michael Sr. stared in amazement as the newborn smiled for the first time at his older brother. "I think he likes you, Matty."

"Do you want to hold him?" his mother asked warmly. The boy stood rooted to the spot. He was afraid to have something so delicate placed in his care even for a moment. "It's okay. Sit next to nanny on the couch." He obeyed, taking a spot inches from his grandmother on her right side. "Hold your arms out like this." His mother had both her arms out in front of her, palms facing up. Again he obeyed as his grandmother passed the newborn to him.

"Now make sure you support his head," his grandmother instructed. He took his left hand and made sure it cradled his little brother's delicate skull.

The baby cooed from the exchange but quickly began to doze off again.

"You are going to be such a good big brother, I can tell!" his grandmother said as the baby smiled happily in his brother's arms.

So what did everyone think? You will notice that the name Blaine is only mentioned once. The rest of the chapter (and some of the story later on,) the boy is referred to as Michael, named for his father. This is important later on. I hope nobody got confused :)

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