So this is my first fanfiction! It's a combination of Anderberry!Siblings and Cheerio!Kurt / Nerd!Blaine so I hope you enjoy.

(to be perfectly honest, not a huge amount of time was poured into this)

I do not own Glee, guys! Easy mistake to make.

EDIT:

I have edited this chapter! I know I stopped updating, but I was really unsatisfied with the writing. Hope you like this!

"A tutor?"

Coach Sue nodded boredly in response. "You're grades have dropped."

Kurt's jaw dropped open in disbelief, but after a moment of floundering, he found his voice again.

"Why can't you just fix it like you usually do?" he asked, the words bursting out and toppling over one another. While her methods remained a mystery, the coach had ways of keeping Cheerios in school and on the squad.

"As you recall, Porcelain, I suffered a devastating loss last year after my key players-" she glared directly at him "-decided to abandon the team because of a minor health risk." Kurt resisted the urge to scoff as he recalled the cannon Brittany had almost been shot out of. "Without a Nationals trophy from last year," she continued. "I can't pull any strings."

"And what about Brittany? Her grades are a lot worse than mine!" Kurt fought desperately, though he knew he was going to lose this battle.

"Becky volunteered to help her."

"B-but Coach," Kurt stuttered out, "I can't be tutored. Between Cheerios practice and Glee, I just don't have time."

"While I can't pull strings with your grades anymore, I managed to get someone transferred here into most of your classes," she said, adjusting random items on her desk. "He's also well known for his singing, so I assume he'll be in glee club. Not that it takes any talent to get in. He can tutor you during your free period and before future unemployment practice."

Kurt was at a loss for words, his only attempts at eliminating the situation failing. He was quickly running through the coach's plan, trying to find some sort of loophole. Noticing the fear clearly etched on Kurt's face, she smiled insincerely.

"Don't worry, Porcelain. I got the best nerd blackmail can buy."

"And who would that be?" Kurt asked once he had realized all attempts to stop this were futile.

"The slightly more masculine half of the Berry twins." Coach Sue said, looking up from a plaque she had just straightened.

Kurt's eyes grew wide as he gasped.

"The dork with the bowties, glasses, and gel helmet?"

Sue gave him a look clearly expressing he had overstayed his welcome. Kurt left her office with a huff, making his way to Rachel's locker, hoping to find out how badly his reputation was being hit.

Rachel knew of the situation, of course, when Kurt found her. She seemed a bit timid as Kurt approached her with all the rage he had held back in his coach's office. As soon as Kurt opened his mouth to demand information out of her, she began talking.

"It's bad."

"How bad?" Kurt growled.

"You've seen him at my house so you know about the lack of fashion sense. Then there are the improv performances, unhealthy obsession with popular female singers, and adoration of most school subjects." She counted off each one on her fingers.

"He really is your brother." Kurt smirked a little, momentarily forgetting his anger. The remark, however, was met with a smack to his shoulder.

"Top 40 artists, Kurt. Not classy, timeless women. Besides, I know you can't completely despise him." she said, grinning mischievously.

"And what makes you say that?" Kurt demanded, frustration returning easily after Rachel's abuse.

"He's a wonderful actor and singer by blood," she stated pointedly. "Has a great jawline, and is as eager as a puppy."

"Still not hearing the good part." Kurt sighed, knowing he should have expected some bragging. He leaned his shoulder against the row of lockers and pursed his lips, waiting to find out how his popularity could possibly be saved.

"Did I mention he's gay?"

Kurt felt his knees give out, but he managed to catch himself and stand up straight, glancing around to make sure no one saw his momentary lapse in balance. He looked back at Rachel, intrigued.

"I'm listening."

"Alright, then, Señor Desperate." she smirked.

"I'm not desperate. I'm interested. I can't believe you never told me!"

"Yeah, it's why he goes - well, went - to Dalton Academy. He got bullied pretty badly." she said, her expression becoming less confident.

Kurt couldn't help but smirk at this, nudging Rachel's shoulder.

"I wonder how that feels."

"It got really bad," she continued seriously, "He came home from the Sadie's dance freshman year really bruised up. He even broke a few bones."

Kurt suddenly felt his stomach sink. Blaine got bullied worse than Kurt ever had before Cheerios. So much so that he had to run away. Now, thanks to a certain someone's report card, he was being dragged back.

"Well, now I'm going to be ostracized and guilty," Kurt muttered bitterly.

"Don't feel bad," she reassured him. "My dads were probably going to have him transfer, anyway. Dalton is a really expensive school."

Kurt's uneasiness about forcing her brother into this wasn't something that could be helped. He nodded to Rachel with a quick, "well, bye" before heading to class.

As he walked, his mind wandered. Part of it was contemplating ways to get out of this, or at least hide it from the rest of the school. Being a Cheerio had made him a big deal, and he wasn't about to through that away. But the other part was thinking about hushed giggles at the Berry's, admiring Blaine as he played guitar in his room, unaware of his audience. This couldn't be that bad, could it?