Author's notes: My first Klaine fanfic :D if you don't like it don't read it. As simple as that! If you're a homophobe then kindly step out of the door and find something else because I ship a gay couple SO WHAT?

DISCLAIMER: Sadly Glee is in the possession of the one and only Ryan Murphy :)

Chapter 1

Papa, Can you hear me?

Blaine…

Disney Songs. I love listening to them especially after a very tiring day. "How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, you will never know." I sing along to my CD full of my favorite Alan Menken perfections.

Today was the day that Kurt graduated from Mckinley High School. On September 7, he will take the plane all the way to New York City.

I've listened to him talk and ramble on and on about his acceptance letter to NYADA. I was happy for him, as always. How many times has your boyfriend got accepted to a performing arts school in New York City? The city that is the home to Radio City Music Hall. I will one day perform there and make my big debut. If you hadn't noticed, I have big dreams too.

But before I go there and get ready to write my obvious number one hits, I will have to do my senior year. Right here in Ohio at Mckinley High. One year without Kurt. But at least I have Tina, Artie and Brittany.

Yes, Brittany has repeated but she's determined to graduate so she could be with Santana in LA. I offered to be her tutor in practically almost every subject except for Algebra. Artie will be helping her with that.

As Colors of the Wind ended with a flourish, I pulled my car up in front of my house. I hummed the tune to Long Live as I got my Chiarugi Leather Messenger bag. We sang that amazing Taylor Swift song (I've been begging Mr. Schue to sing it for a long time) for our last year with the seniors.

It was an appropriate song. More appropriate with anything Brittany came up with. She still writes (fairly terrible) songs for different reasons. Mostly about her cat. I seriously don't know what goes on in that girl's mind. Girls are complicated.

I walk up our front porch and immediately take out my door key. When I walk in my house I almost tripped on my…guitar case?

"I thought I left this upstairs?" I asked myself when I crouched down to examine it in its pristine white rubber. It's still intact.

"It was." Said a voice I know all too well.

I look up into the unfathomable eyes of my father. Jonathan.

"Blaine…" He said in a low dangerous tone. I gulp in nervousness. If he talks like that it means I'm in trouble. He looks me up and down. Glaring at my new bowtie, shaking his head at my shoes and looking like he was about to puke at my hair. How he looks at me, you would've thought I was really ugly.

"I can't take it anymore. You just pushed me too far!" he suddenly started yelling. What?

"Take your stuff and leave!" he yelled and pointed at some suitcases and a stroller that are probably packed with all the things I own in this house. "I'm not having a queer as my son. I thought allowing you to transfer schools will have you become straighter but no! Now you walk around in those STUPID BOWTIES WHICH TOOK ME 2 HOURS TO PACK IN ONE SUITCASE!"

His breath was warm and he looked at me with no sense of love. He doesn't love me. He stopped acting as my father when I told him I wanted a Disney Princess themed School bag for preschool.

He suddenly picked me up and threw me back out. I landed on the perfectly trimmed lawn and my arm hit the garden gnome. I heard a crack and I know that it just broke. He then went back inside and threw my guitar case with full force onto my already aching body.

He continued to do this for ten minutes (I have a lot of clothes and stuff) onto different parts of my body in varying forms of force. After he finished he yelled back at me "NEVER COME BACK OR YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF ASLEEP FOREVER!" he slammed the door shut and I was left on the lawn spitting out blood.

Pain. Horrible Pain. That's what I feel. I wish mom was here. She never would've let this happen. But she left us to rot in the hands of my abusive father who I have to put up with. She left and I had to fend for myself and my little sister.

Cooper? He's always been dad's favorite. He never had to get the beat downs whenever I sing a song too loud. I love Cooper but he will never go through the horror I've been through. It's just too much for him to handle.

"Blaine?" I hear a distant angelic voice. It can't be my father. Who is it? "Blaine? Please tell me you're not dead!" That voice. It sounds so familiar. It's a girl… a young girl.

"Don't be dead…please…" Yes it's definitely a young girl. Wait… "Lauren?" (A/N Yes like Lauren Lopez from Starkid. There will be lots of Starkid references here.) "Oh my God! He can still talk." There's a little sob in her voice. Oh no…

I try to sit up but a searing pain goes through me and I feel a gentle hand on my chest. "Oh Blaine… I-I never w-wanted this to h-happen." She was stuttering now and I don't want that for my sweet little sister. She's 13 now but she could easily pass as a seven year old (A/N To those who are waiting for the next Chapter of The Second Time please bear with me)

I open my eyes and see that face that so resembled me in a way. Her eyes were the same color of deep honey and her eyelashes curl out. Her lips are a light shade of pink and her nose is somehow small but very cute. The only thing that should not be there are the tears that are streaming down her innocent cheeks.

"Lauren, don't cry." I tell her though my voice is hoarse. She just shakes her head and hugs me lightly. "Wherever you're going, I'm going with you." I sigh and hug her (painfully) back. Well, we established that deal. We would be together no matter what happens.

She pulls away and helps me sit up on one of the biggest suitcases there. She pushes a few of the curls that fell to my eyes. I assume that the gel just got pushed off because of the flying suitcases. "So…Where to?" she asks and sits on one of her own purple stroller still keeping a firm grip on my hand.

I just shrug and she drops her head. Her chocolate brown curls bouncing as she did so. She only does that when she's concentrating on something. After a good 5 minutes she puts her head up, snaps and points at me "You have a boyfriend right?" "Yeah… Why?" I ask confused.

"He lives not too far from here right?" she asks bouncing on her stroller. Oh… "Yeah. I don't know if I can drive that far though." I say holding out my other arm. She just rolls her eyes and opens up a red suitcase next to her and pulls out a cast. Well then, I don't know how she does these things.

She gets my other arm and puts it in the cast. Immediately I feel tiny air bubbles start to contract between me and the cast. Well… It is an air cast. "That feel better?" she asks smiling her perfect set of pearly whites. "Very" I say moving it around. I stand up and feel pain again but not so much since the small suitcases hit my legs.

She still insists on putting the suitcases in by herself since I'm injured. So I just let her because if there is one trait that she got from our father, it would be stubbornness. Everything else is from my mother. Her caring just comes naturally since my mother was Filipino and they are known for being Hospitable.

When she finishes with the tiny suitcase that I put my moisturizers in she goes in shotgun and sighs. "Don't ever think that I'll be ashamed of you Blaine, okay? Never think like that." He said randomly and I had to stop myself from smiling goofily.

"It will take about half an hour until we get there." I say to her and she just shrugs and puts her seatbelt on. I sigh and start the car. After a few minutes she falls asleep in a dreamy trance. She looks peaceful when she sleeps. Like there are no problems in this world…

After 20 minutes she wakes up slowly to the sound of The Circle of Life playing on my stereo. She smiles and starts humming the tune to it. She is also a big Disney fan since she was literally born. She keeps me sane with her angelic voice. She has a different kind of voice. More like my mothers. Soft but powerful.

When Reflection comes up she practically looks at me with eyes hopeful. She still remembers. So I start to sing along

Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect bride

Or a perfect daughter

Can It be

I'm not meant to play this part?

Now I see

That if I were truly to be myself

I would break my family's heart

Then she starts harmonizing with me and we sound like one

Who is that girl I see

Staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am

Though I've tried

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside…

After we finish we pulled up right in front of the Hudson-Humme household (A/N Try saying that 5 times fast) I look at her and she smiles brightly. After the song I realize that I'm not alone… I never was. I smile back and think about how grateful I am to have her as a sister. How grateful I am to have Kurt as a boyfriend

She smiles again and says "Let's make like bananas and split!" and she runs out of the car…

~End of Chapter 1~

A Review would be nice really… I know there is no Klaineniness yet but there will be more :D