I don't own glee or Penelope. So this story came up and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you to Kurt-Blaine-Klaine for helping me make a big decision in this story
My parents, Blaire and Kaine, were born into the good life. They were rich and had a perfect son named Cooper. My mom and dad were so happy when they found out they were going to be parents all over again. Everything went perfectly in the pregnancy and birth but the outcome was nothing what they expected…..
A long time ago in my family, my great-great-great-great Grandfather Roger, on my mother's side, fell in love with a woman named Fauna. She was not the best looking in the town and not the richest. My Grandfather Roger realized that he couldn't marry Fauna because she wasn't rich, so he married someone younger and richer. Fauna went her separate way. One night she visited a witch and she told the witch of her broken heart. The witch suggested putting a curse on the family, Fauna agreed. That night the witch went and put a curse on my mom's family saying that if two sons were born into the family that the youngest would have the face of a pig and the only way to break the curse was for a person who is truly in love with the youngest son must admit that they love him by marriage.
Everyone on my mother's side feared that they would give birth to a younger son. As luck would have it, they gave birth to all daughters but when my mother gave birth to Cooper, she was happy to know that he didn't have a pig nose. Which meant that the youngest son born was me.
I sat behind the mirror looking out at Sebastian. He assured me that he loved me, but did he really? He had never seen my face. The only memory he had of me was my voice. I looked towards a mirror that was in my room. My dark hair was gelled back like usual, my eyes looked sad, and as I looked down my face I saw it: a big snout. Not to mention the pig ears. No one was ever going to love me for who I was on the inside all they had to see was my snout and they are gone.
"Come on" he coaxed gently. "Let me see you"
I sigh deeply. I get up out of my chair and walk slowly towards the door. I put my hand to the knob. Maybe it's too soon. I should just tell him to wait and see. How will I know if he really does love me if he never sees me? I turned the knob. I bit my lip as I opened the door.
"Hello" I said nervously. His attention turned from the mirror to me. He gasped for air. "I'm Blaine."
His eyes widen from shock.
"You're…you're…" his voice shakes. "You're…..Blaine?"
I nodded slowly.
I saw him dart out the room as fast as a lightening bolt.
"HE'S A PIG!" I heard him scream in a high pitched voice. Perfect just perfect.
I walked downstairs calmly. I saw my mother standing there at the end of the stairs. I rolled my eyes at her. She was going to ask why I did that. I walked past her into the dinning room. I sat down at the table. I heard her high heels clicking to the room. She sat down next to me.
"Why Blaine?" she asked calmly. "Why?"
"I didn't run Mom" I replied annoyed.
"Well what do you expect?" she said. "When you spring yourself at them like a prop in a haunted house! Do you really think I showed your dad my mole on our second date? No, I had enough sense to wait until we were married."
"A mole is different" I snapped. "This is my face."
She started to sob. Oh no, not again. She pulled me into a tight hug.
"He really did like you" she said.
I shook my head. "No mom, he really didn't"
"No he didn't like your nose" She said. "You are not your nose"
"But it is my nose mom" I protested.
"No it's your grandfather's nose" she replied. "He did this to you."
"Oh mom" I said. I started to rub her back as she sobbed.
The next morning, my mom was still upset, and it was another day. I walked downstairs in my Harry Potter pajamas. I smelled breakfast.
"We are sausage people!" I heard my mom yell from the dinning. "You know how we feel about bacon!"
"But I like bacon!" my dad protested.
I walked in to the dinning room. My mom was standing up looking at me and my dad had an annoyed look on his face. Cooper sat there giving me the 'help me' look. I look down at the table. A plate of bacon was in the center. I don't like the thought of bacon sometimes.
"WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO TO MY COUSIN RALPH!?" I yelled. I always love to play jokes on them like that.
"We have a cousin Ralph?" my brother asked
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