Danielle Anderson heaved her duffle bag over her shoulder and shook rain water out of her now-straight hair. Sighing, the girl put on her most realistic smile and knocked on the solid oak door in front of her, her brother's door room. Blaine Anderson swung the door open, his normally over-gelled hair loose and wild. His face arranged itself into a mask of confusion then slowly transitioned to sheer joy.
"Dani!" He exclaimed, racing to hug his little sister, ignoring the fact she was soaking wet.
"Hey Blaine." She giggled as he picked her up, and yes; she was shorter than he was, and spun her in a circle.
"What're you doing here?" He asked after he'd set her down, his tone laced with excitement.
"Well, it's Friday and you said you could have visitors on the weekends, so I figured, why not?" She beamed back at her brother and pushed dripping bangs out of her eyes.
Blaine smile grew even bigger as a clap of thunder shook the building. The Warbler grabbed the green duffle bag from Dani and all but dragged her into his doom room. He threw his sister's bag onto his bed and pulled Danielle into another insanely tight embrace. Using one arm to hug her brother back, she motioned to Wes, Blaine's roommate with the other, trying to convey her lack of oxygen.
"Blaine! Down boy." Wes barked before pulling the soloist off and moving in to give Danielle a hug. "Hey Dani."
"Hi, Wes." She beamed at her savior, squeezing him tight.
Blaine tossed her a towel, squishy white and warm as all high hell. "Dry off and come rant to me about home."
Raising an eyebrow while simultaneously toweling her hair dry, she looked at him. "Why do you assume I'm going to rant?"
Blaine dissolved into laughter and even Wes let out a snort.
"I hate both of you." She grumbled before shaking out her damp hair all over her brother and his friend.
Disgruntled and playfully angry protests came from the Dalton boys. Before she could blink, Blaine had her pinned to the bed, teasingly sitting on her waist. Her legs flailed uselessly behind him.
"Get off you overgrown hobbit!" She shrieked, attempting to throw him off. Blaine didn't move. "Blaine!" She yelled. His eyes glinted mischievously. "Okay, seriously, you're hurting me." She winced, as though to prove her point. Blaine's face quickly changed to panic and he thrust himself off Danielle. He helped her up and she pressed down on her sides tenderly. "Wanker." She muttered, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Her eyes looked down at the bed. His comforter was discolored in places. "Have fun sleeping on that."
Wes held a hand up to pause the siblings' banter. "Two questions?"
"Shoot." They shrugged in exact unison.
"Wanker?"
"British term for someone who jacks-off." She grinned at him, subtly inviting him to question why she knew that.
He shook his head. "Not going there." He turned to Blaine. "Hobbit?"
Blaine's eyes shone with laughter. "My hair was way curly, out of control, actually." He pursed his lips together, looking for a better way to explain it. "Ever seen A Very Potter Musical?" Wes nodded. "Like Harry's."
Wes blanched. "Dear God."
"My sentiments exactly." Dani laughed before rushing out of the bedroom with her duffle bag.
"Where are you-?" Blaine started.
"Bathroom." The girl called, racing towards the handicapped/unisex bathroom.
The guys shrugged and headed for the kitchen, a bag of popcorn in their hand. Oh yes. Movie night.
-x-
Danielle locked herself in the bathroom, a single, pulled out her toiletries and fished around for the pregnancy test and extracted it from the white box. The fact that she had to buy this plastic piece of doom honestly scared the living hell out of her. She squatted over the toilet and peed on the tip. She set her cell phone timer to three minutes, the time it said on the box and set it down on the back of the toilet. She changed her clothing into something dry, her pajamas, Tinkerbell pajama pants and an oversized Tokio Hotel tee-shirt. She shoved her feet into Ugg boots and wrung her hair out, killing as much time as possible while attempting to soothe her frazzled nerves. She wrung out her hair and groaned as she realized it was turning curly again. Pulling it up, the timer beeped.
"Remember, one stripe is not pregnant, two is." She chanted to herself as she crossed to the toilet. Gingerly, she picked up the piece of plastic that held her life in its pee-covered tip. She peeked one hazel open and grimaced. "Oh crap."