This is a rerun because I didn't like writing Blaine in third person, I wanted to be in his head (among other things.) So yeah just enjoy Blaine growing up, we'll get to the juicy bit when he's a bit older kay?

Blaine Jonathon was born February of 1994 into an extremely wealthy family, he was treated like an only child by his parents John and Silvia although he had a sister 12 years older. His father owned a law firm, he was tall and masculine; he tinkered with cars, played football and drunk whiskey on the rocks. John was not born into his fortune like his petite wife Silvia but now he had it he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. When Blaine's sister Sierra was younger she would visit John's childhood home until he bought a much nicer house for his aging parents in New Albany. It wasn't in good taste to let your family live in poverty was it? Blaine was his pride and joy. His perfect son, on the football (soccer), baseball and swim teams, played piano and guitar beautifully, he could also sing flawlessly but his father discouraged pursuing anything in this field other than the church choir and occasional event where the school choir was in the public eye.

Silvia Anderson was the middle of three children of the Caasi-Azero family, her father owned land, a lot of land, and they had for generations been highly respected political members. Her older sister Marielle had become a working woman herself and was a governor in Washington while her younger brother ran away at sixteen to become an actor, she loved him dearly but she had to be in-keeping with the family and pretend his scandal was shame on the family. On the many nights she spent alone she would look out the window and hope to see him, sometimes she would take their golden retriever Tucker walking over the old park where she and Miguel would play. Just wishing that she would see him, just wishing he would come home. She was a 5'2 of Filipino and Bolivian descent, giving Blaine and his sister their fluency in Spanish and dark colouring, though he had his father's light hazel eyes that managed to get him whatever he desired. Silvia loved John though she would never show it in public; he was rather cold sometimes and worked long and hard hours, often going away on business. She accepted this as the life she would lead, her parents led this life and she was determined to uphold the classic wealthy woman's role.

Their New Albany mansion was not the biggest on the private estate they resided but designed to look the best. It had four grand floors, which included a basement, which was like a flat by itself. Sierra and Blaine had both taken it up as a socialising room; Blaine's version included a full drum set, bass, electric guitar, projector screen and some major sound system. Some legendary 'Anderson parties' had been held there, that were still going strong at 6am, though they never got out of control New Albany kids knew the boundaries. The roof floor was where the staff stayed, they only had a housekeeper and her assistant but sometimes the chauffeur would stay after bringing a family member back at some ungodly hour from the airport or party or whatnot.

11-year-old me stood in front of the full-length mirror, I was wearing my brand new uniform ready to go to New Albany High. No, not New Albany state, don't even try and get them mixed up. N.A.H. was the prestigious and over-priced school for all the estate kids (think Constance Billard from Gossip Girl) it combined middle school and high school to "maximise the high class education experience" and today was my first day. Sierra had flown in from New York where she worked as an Oncologist - I knew what that was but she had skipped the details of how some, a lot, of her patients didn't make it. I was a sensitive soul even if didn't show it in front of my father, Sierra knew what was coming for me even before I did and she had promised herself she would help me through the worst of it. So she started today by making sure she was there to drive me to school, she knew our parents wouldn't and she remembered her lonely car ride to N.A.H. Louisa was like our second mother but it wasn't the same as your real family members making the effort.

I knew I was different; maybe it was because I had grown up being taught that Andersons were better, that being an Anderson gave me a free pass through the golden streets of life. I was told since the day I was born that I was better; that I was special and yes I had lived up to it and modestly. Sierra had made sure our parents words didn't go to my head like they had to her, the first time she failed a test she cried hysterically and stayed in her room all week. Still Sierra and I still had the Anderson attitude that told us that as an Anderson whatever we did would be accepted as long as we excelled in it, people would never judge an Anderson. Little eleven-year-old me had a confidence beyond my years and it was still cute.

"Mom! I can't do this…" I shouted down the stairs but my mother didn't come to do my tie, the housekeeper Louisa did. That was how it was in the Anderson household.

"Oh Blaine you're getting so big, soon you won't need me to do this anymore."

"Really? Because these things are just so darn tricky!" My small face furrowed in the same manner that my father's did as the green and black tie was neatly placed on my chest.

"Pancakes Blaine?"

"You don't even have to ask that question Louisa, when has Blaine ever turned down pancakes?" My mother swept into the room with a wide air of presence that was far greater than she should have. If I were older I would have noticed the forced smile and cold eyes that Louisa gave her, if I were older I would have noticed a lot of things like how my parents rarely slept in the same room, how my mother never ate, how Sarah – Louisa's assistant, always had red stained eyes. I was too young to know anything and for me that was bliss I wouldn't appreciate for another two years.

I shovelled pancakes with lemon and sugar into my small mouth, watching my mother take coffee from Louisa without a thank you.

"Louisa we're having a luncheon today remember, I hope everything is in order to have food ready by one thirty?" My mother's accent was thicker in the mornings when she had no one to impress. "Has Sarah gone to pick up the flowers? These ones are looking a bit droopy," her thin manicured fingers stroked the white lilies on the island that to me seemed perfectly healthy.

"Of course Mrs. Anderson, everything is ready and Sarah will be heading out later on to collect the bouquet you wanted." Louisa's head was bowed slightly and Mom surveyed her with a cold but uneasy look, she didn't like acting like this but it was part of her 'position' she had to do it.

"HEY BLAINE! LOUISA! MOM!" Called a familiar voice from the hallway followed by the slam of the heavy front door, my whole body jolted excitedly.

"SIERRA!" I flew out the kitchen and into my big sister's arms, we hadn't seen each other for about a month because of her work schedule and I had been pinning almost everyday. "SiSi I'm so glad you're here," we hugged tightly, "I'm so nervous." I said this into Sierra's chest hoping that no one would hear that anything like that fazed me.

"Ohh don't worry, I know, I know. Come on, I smell pancakes and have plenty of advice." She took my small hand we made our way into the kitchen, she couldn't believe that he was eleven already, that made her so old and yet he was still so small and naïve.

The awkward kitchen conversation that followed was mainly two word sentences between Sierra and our mother, they were perfectly civil to each other but Sierra's new found independence taught her that our parent's attitudes weren't ones to copied.

"Where's dad?" She asked in a bored voice as she sorted my curly hair, taming it into a smart preppy N.A.H boy, she winced slightly at the memories of the immature and slimy boys she knew, I hoped she had more faith in me.

"Oh in Connecticut," Silvia said sipping from her coffee with her dark eyes watching Sierra's hands judgementally.

"Typical, the only time he's been within the tri-state-area and I leave. Come on Blaine I think we better go," she pulled me up and passed the black blazer that swamped my small, prepubescent body.

"Bye Mom!" I hugged her and she patted me softly on the shoulder but that's how she was, young me didn't know any better or any different.

"Good luck my beautiful boy," her voice was shallow but I didn't notice.

"Bye Louisa!" I hugged her as well; the difference being that she hugged me back with a strong force.

"Oh Blaine this is so exciting! Good luck," she tears up slightly as she leads us to the door and waved us off goodbye.

The large gates of New Albany High and the older students were so intimidating that I clung to my sister without any shame, because it was the only thing I could do to stop from crying.

"SiSi I don't think I'm ready for this…" I whispered softly.

"B don't say that. You are the most talented boy I know, everyone is going to love you."

"Because we're Andersons," I recited mechanically.

"Not necessarily," Sierra frowned, "they will love you because you are Blaine, you are funny and smart and if they don't like you I'll have to come and get them." She joked not realising how soon enough those words would come back to haunt her in the minimal hours she had to sleep anyway. "Now get in there, I hear that Luke Charlton is starting this year and he's such a lovely kid," Sierra was just trying to make her little brother smile but my hazel eyes were brimming with nervous tears. "Blaine? Look at me; it'll be great OK? Te quiero," she kissed my forehead softly.

"Te quiero," I whispered back and giving her a final hug before turning my back on her and walking into the place that was going to make and break Blaine Anderson.

OK so there we have it... Please review!