A/N: Hello fellow gleeks, and hello to all you hard-core klainers out there. ;) So, in the midst of this terrible Klaine-love drought, I thought I'd shed a little light on the subject! Not that I really need to, because obliviously Kurt and Blaine are going to get back together at Christmas time and make a lovely duet out of White Christmas and then they'll ice skate off into the sunset together and have beautiful babies together and just wonderful Klaineliness forever. ... So yeah, just to fill my little void of Klaine for the next month, I've decided to upload this story. I've been working on/off with it since about July, and it's slowly starting to become something I'm sort of proud of. So, I've finally found the set of balls I need to upload it to the Glee public. But, we gleeks are a family, yes? I hope you'll be nice. Well, I guess that's it. Yeah- so here goes nothing. Enjoy!

... Or at least try to enjoy.


Prologue

Blaine Anderson sipped his medium drip coffee as he graded through a thick stack of pop quizzes he had given yesterday. After marking a failing grade on more papers than he thought he had students, he gave up, tossing his red pen and rolling back in his chair. It was a simple quiz, testing the identification of beat patterns, nothing his students hadn't covered in previous music courses.

Blaine had taken an interest in teaching when his niece had begun reading in school. She was a slow learner and it drove Blaine's older brother insane. Daniella would come home from school and cry about being different from other kids in her classes.

"Daddy," her bottom lip quivered, "everybody laughs at me. Sarah says I'm stupid. Carter said that his brother is stupid like me, too. Am I stupid, Daddy?"

"Bug, no. You're not stupid; you just need a little more time to learn than your classmates. But, that's okay. It just means that one day, you'll be super smart, way smarter than all of the other girls and boys." He lifted his daughter onto his lap, brushing his fingers through her auburn curls. "But Daddy, I want to be smart… like you."

Cooper gave her a sad smile, "It took me a long time to be as smart as I am now, baby. But I promise, you'll learn. You just have to work extra hard for Daddy, okay?" She bowed her head and twiddled with the hem of her shirt, not fully understanding why she had to wait for the learning abilities that came so easily to her friends.

"I want to learn now!" She pushed herself off of his lap and ran to her room, her small footsteps thumping up the staircase. Cooper ran his hands down his face and sighed. He reached to the coffee table for his cellphone and dialed his younger brother's number. "You've got Blaine."

"Blaine, I need you. It's Elle." He didn't mean to sound as dramatic as he did, but it was too late to correct himself.

He listened to the static-like noise on the other end of the phone, that told him his brother had shifted his own phone into a different position, "Wait- is she hurt? What happened? I'm on my way over, just let me grab my keys-"

"No, no, Blaine, she's fine. Well, sort of. She's not physically hurt or anything, but I need you to come over." He sighed, hoping his younger brother would know what to do.

"Say no more, I'll be there in ten." And with that, the line went dead.

After explaining Daniella's situation to Blaine, they decided to take her to her pediatrician, who recommended them to an office specializing in psychology and childhood development. They ran tests and evaluations on her brain and nerves, and came to a diagnosis that neither man expected to hear.

Daniella had dyslexia. She wasn't autistic, which was their first drastic conclusion, but she still had a learning disorder. Getting smarter was going to be harder than a few extra classes and a tutor.

The Anderson brothers sat in the stuffy doctor's office, waiting for Daniella to return from the back testing room. Cooper hung his head in his hands, hunched over in the blue, itchy sitting room chair. Blaine placed a soft hand on his brother's back, the memory of his own diagnosis day washing in the back of his mind.

"Coop, it's not that bad. Look at me – I'm dyslexic and I turned out okay. A couple F's here and there in high school, but I made it. I can help her out with school work and stuff, tutor her from a dyslexic's point-"

Cooper looked up, his eyes heavy and worn. "You'll help her?"

Blaine smiled, warmly, "Of course."

And he did.

Eleven years later, Daniella graduated at the top of her class, full-scholarship to Yale, pre-law. Blaine was only nineteen when he had begun tutoring Daniella, and after two years, he decided he wanted to go to college with it. He tried a few literature and basic math courses, but even he couldn't totally beat his disorder. So, he took a course in music and it instantly stuck with him. He'd always played guitar, and in college, he learned piano. He got his Bachelor's Degree in teaching and there he was; Lima, Ohio. William McKinley High School- 9th Grade Instrumental Instruction.

But it was times like these that really bothered Blaine. He hated giving bad grades, it told to his students that they had failed. It was harsh. He cracked his back against the chair, then slumped over his desk as he picked up another pen and moved onto the next quiz.

"Knock knock." A voice rang out from the far corner of his office. Instantly, his head snapped up. "Oh, hey Quinn." Blaine pulled all of the papers he had graded together and placed them him the bottom drawer of his desk, flipping the ungraded face down. "What's up?"

She strode into the classroom, shutting the door behind her and sat on a desk across from Blaine, avoiding his eyes. "So," she started, huffing air through her lips and glancing out the window, "Any new boyfriends lately?" She flashed a nervous smile, Blaine rolled his eyes. "What did you do?" She stiffened, eyes wide and unconvincing, "Nothing!"

He walked around and leaned onto the front of his desk, crossing his arms pointedly. "Cut it, Quinn. I've known you for, like, four years, and I know when you're lying. Spill."

She sighed as she got up and walked over to the door and chewed her lip, playing with her thumbs. "I, uh, need a favor…" She trailed off, turning for Blaine's reaction, half-heartedly smiling.

Blaine stood, tucking his thumbs in his jean pockets. "All ears." She nodded, and carried herself in front him, planting her feet confidently. Her heels clicked, slightly smudging the tiled floors, then she spoke, "Blaine, Ineedyoutocovermyclasstoday," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Quinn, why can't you make your own class today?"

Quinn threw her hands to her hips. "Come on, it won't kill you! I know your schedule, and today your free period is right before lunch, and I have to fill that period, but I have somewhere else I really need to be. Please? I have to be at the office by eleven, and if I'm late, the doctor will totally chew me out-"

Blaine looked toward her and frowned, "Doctor?"

Quinn's mouth clamped shut, she hadn't meant to tell Blaine where she was going, she knew he'd just end up cracking like typical, always-there-to-help Blaine and say yes.

Blaine watched her, worry already pooling in his eyes. "Quinn," he paced up to her gently, his hands molding around her shoulders, "Why are you going to the doctor? Are you hurt or something?" His faced scrunched when she removed herself from his hold. "What's wrong?"

Quinn folded her arms across her chest, giving an apprehensive smile, and began to explain. "Well no, nothing's really wrong, but I don't know. Look, I know we tell each other everything and all, but honestly, I was afraid of your reaction," she paused, finding Blaine's eyes. "Okay. Blaine, I am going to the doctor because- you know how I missed all my AM classes last week?" He nodded hesitantly. "Well, it's because I was totally puking my brains out." He grimaced and he opened his mouth to speak. Quinn put her index finger on his lips, silencing him. "I'm not finished yet. So, do remember me telling you how Puck and I have been thinking about marriage?" Blaine nodded. "Well, I guess that pretty much seals the deal."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "So, you're telling me you guys decided to get married because Noah likes it when you throw up? I've heard of weird kinks, even got a few of my own, but that's just nasty."

Quinn smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand and backed behind Blaine's desk, collapsing into his chair, shaking her head. "You are such a boy. Honestly, are you that stupid? I mean, I thought Puck was an ass-" she looked up at him and his body had stiffened, embarrassed heat creeping up his neck. She quickly shook her head, "Sorry, hormones."

At this point, Blaine was a blind man flying a plane cross-country; he had no idea what where Quinn intended on going with the conversation, and he was beginning to become irritated. "Quinn! Spit. It. Out."

"Fine. I'm pregnant!"

Blind and deaf, definitely blind and deaf.

His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. "You- you're- but I- you did-" He couldn't form words. An endless string of thoughts ran through his head. How long has she kept this from me? What if the baby isn't Puck's? Are they ready for a baby? How was this going to affect her job, her paycheck? Why would she-

"B, wake up." Quinn stood in front of him, snapping her fingers to get Blaine's attention. "Are you in shock? Do I need to get the nurse? Blaine?"

He shook himself, tearing away from his thoughts. "No, I'm here. I'm here."

"Good. Before you ask, yes, it's Puck's, and yes, we're keeping it."

Then, it hit him. Quinn was pregnant.

He grinned from ear to ear and enveloped her in a suffocating embrace, squeezing as tight as he could. "Quinn, you're pregnant! You're pregnant! Oh my god, you guys are going to be parents! Oh wow! I am so happy for you! This is fantastic! You're gonna the perfect mother! I can't believe you-" Quinn let out a strangled breath and Blaine immediately jerked away, holding her shoulders tenderly. "Jesus Christ, I'm sorry! You're pregnant, and I'm totally smothering you! Are you okay? Do you think the baby lost any oxygen? Shit, dammit!"

Quinn giggled, pulling Blaine back into her arms. She nuzzled her face in his neck and inhaled, smiling to herself. "God, I love you, B. You're my best friend." Blaine responded, finally, taken off guard at the sudden admiration Quinn was showing. He wrapped his arms around her and chuckled to himself. Hormones.

"I love you, too, Q. You are going to be a great mom." Quinn pulled away and placed her hands on Blaine's cheeks. "So, my class starts in a half-hour. I already let the kids know that you'd be subbing, so they know to come to your classroom. I'll be back by one, okay?" She sped out, not giving Blaine any chance to refuse. "But Quinn-" She shushed him, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "Love you," she yelled over her shoulder and ran out of the room, leaving Blaine to prepare for his new class.

He stood, arms outstretched, still in the shape of his hold on Quinn, his mouth dropped and shoulders hunched. He rubbed his hands over his face and whined. "Fucking awesome. Dammit, Fabray, you owe me big."

It was settled. Blaine Anderson was going to teach a Sex Education class.


So there's the prologue. Do you love the Fabranderson friendship as much as I do? It's such a shame Darren and Dianna didn't get any storylines together, only a few short exchanges of words. Keeping my fingers crossed, though, because we've all seen the with Glee, anything is possible. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed, or was somewhat entertained by this. I hope to update as often as I can, but only if people are interested.

Until next time,

Mancoocoo