A/N: So, I've come up with this thing. I know what you're thinking…she's got a shit ton of other stuff to update, and she's starting a new fic, now? Lmao. But the muses want, what the muses want. So I'm going to go ahead and say this. I'll update Hot For Teacher (which was what I was actually updating) as soon as this is done…but for now have this. I own the character of Kennedy 'Dee' Anderson. Everything else belongs to our slave master, Ryan Murphy.

Chapter 1

When Blaine Anderson was four years old, his sister Kennedy was born. Kennedy Rose Anderson had the same unruly curly hair and hazel eyes as her brother. The same smile, the same personality. Blaine loved his Dee so much. The one thing that Blaine had, that Kennedy didn't, (besides the obvious equipment as Blaine would point out) was his hearing. Living with a handicapped sister had it's difficulties, because he had to communicate with her using his hands. But Kennedy always made sure that Blaine was taken care of. Blaine on the other hand, always made sure that Kennedy was taken care of. So, when at the age of fourteen, Blaine was being bullied in his high school, and made the decision to leave McKinley, he went straight to Kennedy and sat down with her.

"Dee, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Blaine signed, watching as Kennedy looked up from her school work. Kennedy idolized her big brother, and would do anything for him. So, seeing Blaine so sad all the time made her sad too. She put her pencil down, and then looked at him.

"Sure Blaine. What's up?"

Kennedy signed. She watched as Blaine sat down across from her, and started signing at her. Blaine smiled warmly at his sister, and told his story.

"Dee, I'm transferring schools. I'm going to be going to Dalton Academy starting next week."

"That's wonderful, Blainey! You're finally going to get away from the bullying!"

"I am. But Dee, here's the kicker…you see Dalton, it's a private school."

"Oh, well that's okay. We're rich."

Blaine couldn't stop laughing. He truly couldn't. He had always knew that his Dee was going to be as blunt as she could, and that's what made it hard for him to tell her this. He suddenly stopped laughing and was one hundred percent serious. He could feel his heart breaking as he started signing the words.

"Tweedle Dee, you know that I love you. And you know that you're my everything, Dee. But in order for me to be able to go to Dalton, I have to live there."

Kennedy watched as Blaine's eyes darkened and got sadder. Kennedy grasped the concept very quickly. She wouldn't be seeing Blaine everyday. Her Blaine. The Blaine that braided her long hair, the Blaine that took her on picnics. The Blaine that did everything with her. He was going to be gone. Kennedy started to cry and then stood up and ran out of the room. Blaine tried to follow her, but knew she'd be too far gone to even talk to her. Blaine walked back to his room and started packing a bag. He knew that he'd broken his baby sister's heart with that statement, but in order for him to better himself, he needed to do this for him. Kennedy would get past this. She always did. But why did he feel so unsettled? Blaine walked down to the kitchen and saw his mom sitting at the kitchen table clipping coupons. He grabbed some cookies and sat down across from her, sighing.

"I told Dee."

"What did she do?"

"She started to cry and locked herself in the bedroom. Mama, I can't leave her."

Blaine sighed, and dropped his head on the table. He felt April Anderson's hands run through his curls. If anyone knew how close Blaine and Kennedy were, it was her. With their father being gone all the time for work, it was up to April to be mother and father, and she did a great job of that. Blaine pulled his head back up and looked at his mom, the unshed tears, glistening in his eyes.

"Blaine, baby…I know your sister is your best friend. And I know how protective you are of her, but you can't be forever. You can't, baby. No matter how much you want to be. Kennedy has to learn to accept that the world isn't always going to be easy. And you not being here every day will make that happen."

"Mama, that's not nice to say! Dee is ten years old. She doesn't get that I'm not going to be around to help her with her lip reading. Mama, she wants to be able to lip read."

"Blaine, you and I both know that isn't possible. The doctors-"

"The doctors aren't confident in her ability to do it! I know Dee can do it. She tries to do it! I can't go to Dalton, Mama. I can't."

But he did. A week later, he was gone from Kennedy's side. It was a difficult adjustment, not seeing Kennedy every morning, or braiding her hair, or making her chocolate chip and raspberry pancakes for breakfast, but he lived through it. Every day via Skype, he watched his baby sister grow into a strong, confident young lady. But it was three days before Blaine's eighteenth birthday where things changed. Blaine was four days from graduating from high school when he saw Kennedy's name pop up on Skype. He was never one to turn down a conversation with his sister, but when he pulled up Skype, he was horrified by what he saw.

What he saw, was that Kennedy was black and blue, and bleeding from the side of her face. There was an unfamiliar voice there, a voice that Blaine didn't know. But a voice that was trying to get Blaine's attention.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Kurt Hummel…I'm Kennedy's aide. She said to Skype you and not her mother."

"Ah.. the elusive Kurt. No offense, but what happened?"

Blaine watched as Kennedy started furiously signing. She was moving way too fast for him to comprehend right away what she was saying. He understood 'fight' and 'me'…but that was it. So, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

"Dee…slow down. What happened?"

He watched as Kennedy took a deep breath and slowed down her signing, so Blaine could read what she was saying. Kurt sat in the frame with Kennedy, trying to ice down the bruises and clean the cuts.

"I was supposed to meet Kurt for lunch so we could go over my book report for English class. But as I came around the corner, Jada Karofsky was there, and she knocked my book out of my hands. She took my lunch and threw it against the wall. Then her and her friend Heather beat me up. It would've gotten worse if Kurt wouldn't have found me. They took my hearing aids, Blaine."

Blaine was pissed off. Where were the hall monitors. Why wasn't his mother doing anything about this. Blaine knew he needed to step in and take control of the situation. He had to do something. He promised Kennedy the day that she was born that he'd be there for her, and he'd let her down once when he left for Dalton, he wasn't about to again.

"Tweedle Dee, I'm going to be there in a few hours, honey? Okay. Blainey won't let anything happen to you. Is there any way you can go get your stuff for me, while I talk to Kurt?"

"Okay Blainey…please hurry. I need you."

"I know Tweedle, I'll be there soon. I love you."

"I love you more, Blainers."

And then Kennedy was out of the frame. Kurt on the other hand was now back in the frame, and Blaine took a brief minute to examine him, before smiling politely at him.

"Thank you…for being there for Kennedy."

"It's no problem, really. She's been having a lot of trouble at home, and I figured someone had to be."

"A lot of trouble? I talk to her everyday, she's never said anything."

"She was afraid you'd react badly. Apparently your dad's been hitting her and your mom. Your mom's taken to drinking. Those bruises, came from your dad."

"That stupid son of a bitch. Kurt, thank you. I'm coming for Kennedy. I've got a safe haven to take her to, and I'll be sure to make sure that Kennedy's safe. I promise."

"You call her Tweedle?"

Kurt asked, intrigued. Blaine grinned and then Kurt took the opportunity to look at Blaine briefly. Blaine was paying more attention to Kennedy in the background, then laughed when he realized what Kurt had asked him.

"Her favorite story is Alice In Wonderland. I've been calling her Tweedle Dee ever since she was little. She's always been my whole life, and I love her dearly. It still tears me up that I left her."

"She's hurting too, you know. Blaine, you're eighteen, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Have you ever thought about applying for guardianship of Kennedy?"

Blaine had actually thought about that, but he didn't know how to go about it. He wouldn't come into money until he turned eighteen, and though it was three days away, he didn't know the first thing about it.

"I don't know a lawyer. And besides, how would I know what to do?"

"The lawyer part is easy. I actually know one. And you're already doing it, Blaine. You love Kennedy as if she was your own. She said you just bought a house."

Blaine nodded. He'd been saving up to buy this little place he'd seen, and he'd been saving for years. He'd had enough for the down payment, and was going to be pulling the rest of it together, with the money he inherited from his late Grandmother Janie.

"I did. It does have two bedrooms. And since I'm going to community college, I'll be able to stay with her on the days you're not available."

"True. Okay, I'm going to make sure that Kennedy's getting her stuff together."

"Thank you. For being there for her Kurt, I appreciate it."

Blaine said, shutting down Skype. As intrigued as he was by Kennedy's home situation, he was also very intrigued by Kennedy's aide. This was going to be an interesting couple of days for him, and he was glad he'd have someone on his side. Protecting his sister was his job. At all costs.