A/N: Short-ish Anderberry drabble; so, in case you hadn't noticed, Rachel and Blaine are siblings here. I'd post it in my Anderberry!drabble collection, but that's mostly Klaine and Kurt's not in this (not even mentioned), so I didn't want to do that. I hope you enjoy this, and please leave a review when you're done :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee :(

"Blaine?" Rachel carefully walked downstairs as she called for her brother. She knew he was home, because his car was in the driveway, but he hadn't been in his room, nor had he been in the kitchen. So now, she'd come to the his next favourite (if you could really call it that) place in the house – the basement.

Their house was fairly large, and there were actually two basements – one was used for their dads' Oscar parties and for Rachel (and sometimes Blaine, too) to perform, and one for Blaine, and at times their fathers, to work off some tension. Lately, Blaine hadn't spent as much time down there, but clearly, Rachel had been mistaken when she'd thought that meant he was completely okay.

Coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, she surveyed the room and, indeed, there he was. "Blaine?" she asked again, unsure of how willing her brother would be to talk to her. "What's wrong?"

Blaine was clad in his usual training gear, punching the punching bag their fathers had put up especially for him with all his might. When Rachel approached, though, he stopped what he was doing, turned around, and just shook his head.

"Have you been crying?" Rachel blurted out, shocked by the look on her brother's face. Normally, he was pretty good at keeping up his confident act, but today, he looked every bit like the vulnerable boy their dads had had no choice but to transfer to a strictly zero tolerance anti-bullying school.

"It's nothing," he muttered. "Just – " He shrugged helplessly.

"It's not nothing," she reprimanded him. "Nothing doesn't make you act like this. What happened?"

"Just… some guys," he muttered, staring at his feet. "I just got here, and dad had asked me to go grocery shopping if I got back from Dalton before you were home, so I did. Ran into some guys from middle school."

"Oh, Blaine." Within seconds, Rachel was standing in front of him. "I'm going to hug you now," she informed him, and without waiting for an answer, she threw both arms around her brother and hugged him tight. "What did they do?" she asked, before slowly letting go of him again.

Blaine shook his head. "They just… taunted me. Nothing I hadn't heard yet, but… I guess Dalton's been giving me a false sense of security. I really thought the world was getting better, but apparently, I was wrong. So I just had to get it out."

She nodded, understanding completely. It might be odd, because Blaine was usually so composed, but the best way for him to relieve some tension was to, well, box. There had always been another way, too, though…

"Maybe we can go and completely tear apart some of those rock songs Finn burnt me on a CD once?" she suggested, and Blaine smiled fondly at her.

"I think we could do that."