Well this is my second attempt at a Klaine fic. I'm probably going to take down my first story 'All In' but I'm not quite sure yet. This story was also inspired by a song. Start Again by Sam Tsui. If you've never heard Sam I HIGHLY encourage you too look him up on Youtube, he's VERY talented. Anyway, I want Blaine to have a sister and I ended up creating this character and I fell in love with her and well this is the product. I hope you like, as always please review XO3 CaliKitty13
Kurt sat in one of Dalton's commons, staring at his math homework. His phone his phone vibrated on the table killing his concentration. 'Wes and David's save me-B' Kurt laughed and closed out of the message. He looked at the time on the phone. 4:17. He had plenty of time before he had to be home, so he gathered his things and headed to the dorm area. "You texted?" Kurt said, opening the door to Wes and David's room.
"Yes, I can't concentrate alone with these two." Blaine pointed to Wes and David, who were arguing over some assignment.
"I think you just missed me." Kurt said, sitting on the couch next to Blaine who was looking thorough his bag.
"Well that too, of course." He smiled and wrapped and arm around the smaller boy.
"Thought so." He smiled, pulling out his algebra homework and leaning into his boyfriend.
"I'm hungry." Wes said, standing up.
"Crap." Blaine said.
"It'll be Ok Blaine. Though, I'm grateful for your concern, I think I have some Cheetoes around here somewhere." Wes stood up to search for the snack.
"No, I don't care about your junk food cravings. I left my history book in my car…I think, or in my room, possibly at the coffee shop… I'm not really sure."
"I am honestly hurt. I could die of starvation." Wes raised his hand to his heart in mock hurt before returning to his snack hunt.
"You ate an hour ago." Blaine said, removing his arm from where it rested around Kurt's shoulders. "I'm gonna go hunt it down. Can one of you drive Kaylie home if she stops by while I'm gone?"
"Yeah." David said, watching Wes look for the Cheetoes. It was a rather entertaining sight. Kurt looked up from his math to watch also. He wondered how the two found anything in the room, let alone lived in it.
"SUCCESS!" Wes shouted, pulling the orange bag out from under David's bed. He went to open the bag, but was tackled by his best friend. "Why are you tackling me!"
"They were under my bed. That makes them my Cheetoes!"
"I bought them!"
"Mind babysitting until I'm back? I think they need one." Blaine laughed, staring at the two who were, at this point, engaged in a battle over the bag of Cheetoes. Wes had grabbed a light saber and David a Harry Potter wand.
"Your light saber is no match for the epic magic of Harry Potter!" David screamed at Wes.
"Dude? You said you had no idea were my wand went." Blaine mock glared at David.
"A flying mongoose delivered it in the middle of the night. I was totally gonna give it to you."
"Correction." Kurt laughed, leaning back on the couch. "You ALL need baby sitters."
"Well fine then. I still need to go find my text book, so can you baby-sit those two until I get back?"
"Yeah I guess. Paycheck better be worth it though." Kurt laughed. "Oh it will be." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek before grabbing his bag.
"Get a room." Wes said as David shouted "Gag me with a spork." Blaine ignored them as he walked out.
"Oh, just continue your epic crossover saga for those Cheetoes." Kurt laughed.
"Good idea." Wes said, raising his light saber once more. Kurt laughed and returned to his math as the two crazy friends continued their battle. Shortly into their fight, the sound of clicking heels could clearly be heard outside in the hall. Wes and David's heads suddenly snapped up to stare at the door in total horror. "Do you hear that? It's heels." Wes said.
"Ok?" Kurt looked at the pair in total confusion.
"Whenever a girl comes down here, it's generally bad." David said in answer to Kurt's lost look.
"Well those are definitely heels. So that means girl." Wes looked at the door. "We're ok as long as they don't stop in front of that door." As if mocking him, the clicking stopped, and the boys heard a knock at the door. David looked at Wes. "I got it last time, that means its your turn to play Russian Roulette."
"Russian Roulette?" Kurt looked at his friends in confusion once more. "It's just answering the door?"
"Yes, but that is a girl. There is a combination of four girls that could be on the other side. Two of them are scary, no matter the mood. One is alright, depending on mood. The other is a complete delight, always. But, considering the chances are usually greater that it's a scary person on the other side, answering the door is like playing Russian Roulette." David explained to Kurt. "Anyway," he turned to Wes "I went last time, Blaine isn't here so it's your turn."
"Why don't we make new kid get it?" Wes eyed Kurt before grabbing a pillow and getting up from where he was sitting, crossing the room. Whoever was on the other side knocked again with slightly more urgency. He took a deep breath before opening the door and holding the pillow to cover his face in one smooth motion.
"Wes, you can put the pillow down." A pretty girl with short, black, spiky pigtails said sadly. She was short and thin the only way to describe her was tiny. She had on a flowey beige dress and brown heeled boots. Her eyes were sad, and her perfectly painted red lips were formed in a frown. "It's just me, I'm not going to kill you." She stepped inside and looked at David. "Though I did see Leighanne back there, so I'd be scared." Wes threw the pillow back onto his bed, smiled and grabbed the girls hand, leading her to the couch. "Looking for your brother, Kaylie?"
"Yeah. It's Friday so I don't have any practice's and I just want to go home." She leaned back into the couch and stared at her lap were she'd placed her hands. Wes placed his arm protectively around her shoulders. She glanced up at him as if to say thanks, her face devoid of cheer.
"He's busy, but he said if you stopped by that me or Wes could give you a ride." David said, staring at the door warily.
"Oh." She turned to Wes. "I would really like to go now." She looked at the ground again. "If it's not a problem."
He stood up and took her hand, pulling her up. "It's never a problem Kaylie." He grabbed his jacket from were he'd placed it on the couch, never releasing her hand. "Let's go." With that, they walked out of the room.
Kurt hadn't moved or said a word this entire time. He looked at the door and then to David. "Is that Wes's girlfriend?
"Hmm?" David looked at the boy. "No, he wishes like hell though. That's Kaylie. Blaine's sister."
"She seems so… tragic."
"Who seems tragic?" Blaine said, walking back into the room. He sat down next to Kurt again, wrapping his arm around him again.
"Kurt just met Kaylie." David said, standing up and walking towards the door. "She is tragic though." he said, from the doorway.
"Understandably so." Blaine's smile fell slightly.
"Well yeah, her life has been hell. I gotta go though man, you see Leighanne I'm not here. In fact I left the country." He then proceeded out the door.
"Why." Kurt turned just enough to face his boyfriend, but still be wrapped in his arm. "I mean, what happened?"
Blaine sighed and looked at Kurt. "It's a pretty depressing story, but I guess you deserve to know." He pulled Kurt into his lap and lay down on the couch. Kurt took the hint and lie on top of him, placing his head on the boys shoulder. "Well, I was born first, I'm two weeks older." Blaine looked down at Kurt, waiting for the confusion to register.
"How is that possible?"
"My dad was having an affair with some woman. I don't know much about her, just that my mom says she was 'easy'" He lifted a hand from where it rested on Kurt's back to form air quotes with his fingers. "Anyway, this woman got pregnant around the same time as my mother." Blaine paused, and Kurt looked up to see anger fill his face. "When this woman informed my father she was pregnant with his child, he completely erased her from what little part of his life she occupied. He refused to let it mess with his reputation." Kurt grabbed one of Blaine's hands. The older boy looked down, and his face relaxed slightly. "I'm sorry" He said, reaching to play with Kurt's perfect hair. "I just… my father is such a… I hate him." He tried to hold his emotions in, but couldn't help the single tear that fell down his cheek.
"Blaine…" Kurt wiped the tear away as Blaine's grip on him tightened. In that moment, Kurt realized how emotional this was for Blaine. "You… you don't have to continue…"
"No." He lifted Kurt's chin to look in his eyes. "I have to do this." Kurt nodded, and let his arms wrap around Blaine's neck. "Anyway." He took a deep breath. "Nine months later, I was born. Two weeks after that, Kaylie was. Kaylie Savannah Meier. Her mom… she died a few days after giving birth. My dad's name was on the certificate, and he wound up with her. My mom was pissed, of course, but to save both their reputations, they kept her. Called us twins cause it was just so convenient. They changed her name to Blair Renee Anderson. Blaine and Blair, public ate it up, and nobody knows the difference unless they've been told so personally." "That's terrible." Kurt gasped, his heart feeling heavy.
"Yeah, my mom hates her. I mean, can't stand her. The poor girl's grew up wondering why the woman treated her like crap, while my brother and I were treated like angels. She eventually found her birth certificate, and confronted my father. It was a really bad night, and since then she's removed herself from them as much as she can. She's also started going by Kaylie. I think she has plans to change it back legally when she's 18. Eventually, the pressure was too much for mom to take. She filed for divorce, creating even more tension between Kaylie and dad. Especially since my dad cares about his new wife's daughter more than Kaylie. Hell, he cares about her more than me since I came out, but that's another story. So basically, she's been through hell her entire life. But, she managed to stay so strong and confident. She took it, and it made her the awesome insane lovable caring girl she really is."
"But when I saw her…"
"Because she let a guy into her heart." Blaine's grip tightened on Kurt again as his face filled with anger once more. "He… he knew all of this, and he still hurt her. He dropped her for some cheerleader, but continued to lead her on. Messing with her heart and her head. It all came to an end about a month ago. She hasn't been the same since. She hasn't smiled or laughed. It's killing me and Wes. He really cares about her. He's been trying to hard to help her, but she won't let anybody in. She's got this guard up against the world. I completely understand but it's hard to watch."
As if on cue, Wes stormed in and crashed onto his bed in frustration. "I swear to GOD, if I EVER see that piece of SHIT again…"
"You know, beating him isn't going to fix her." Blaine said, detaching himself from Kurt and sitting up to look at Wes.
"I know." He sat up, leaning back on his arms. "I just don't know what to do at this point. I can't take seeing her like this. I miss her smile, her real smile. The one that lit up her face and never went away before. Not that fake one she wears for dance. Yesterday, when you asked me to pick her up, I saw the tail end of that practice. It's even worse than her depressed look. She's smiling, but her eyes… it's like she's trying desperately not to cry." He let himself fall back onto the bed. "Trying not to cry while doing something that used to make her so happy. You know, she used to come in here all the time and ask me to help her with some routine or song…" He trailed off and closed his eyes, memories of her smile and laugh filling his head.
"I've honestly never seen you talk that much." Kurt said, staring at Wes.
Wes closed his eyes tighter in attempt to hold in his own tears. "I really care about her." His voice cracked slightly. He sighed, and sat up on the bed to look at Blaine. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm honestly in love with that girl."