Title:Nothing's So Heavy as a Secret

Main Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Finn

Summary: Blaine has secrets. Kurt knows that Blaine has secrets. And those secrets are revealed when Rachel receives some exciting news from her fathers. Will the life Blaine has built come crumbling down when she finds out, or will the Berry's be able to help him? And what will happen when Kurt finds out? Sometimes, one secret getting out is all it takes to break someone.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5,215 - fanfiction 5,195 - word... this is really bothering me that they're different...

Disclaimer: Glee is created by Ryan Murphy, I don't own it, it's on Fox, blah blah blah. I mean, why would I be writing fan fiction if I owned it? The only things I suppose I own are the people who have not been on Glee that show up - like Michael. But yeah, Glee, not mine.

Beta'd By: themuse19

Authors Note: First of all, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I finished this yesterday, but decided to wait for today to upload it.

Also, originally I wasn't going to use quotes every chapter, but I kind of want to now... it's fun to look for them. Plus, look, it's by Robert Frost! His name is in perfect time for the season~ If only it'd really snow here... Major snowstorm that knocks the power out for Halloween, yes, snow for Christmas, ooh, of course not!

And the story may seem slow right now, but I'm hoping to get into the school year fairly soon, at which time it will be easier to write as I have a base to write off of (the episodes) for some things. Also, I really just want to get out of writing in Rachel's point of view... I don't think I can really write her that well, to be honest. But the next chapter starts with Kurt's POV, so YAY!

I hope everyone has a very merry Christmas! Or if your Jewish, happy 6th night of Hanukkah! Or whatever other holiday you may celebrate!


"We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows."

-Robert Frost


"Y-you can't be serious?" Rachel asked once they got outside. Her mouth was hanging slightly open, eyes wide. Her dads looked at each other worriedly before looking back at Rachel.

"Do you not want this, Rachel? Your dad and I just thought-" Hiram stopped talking when her daughter raised her hand and shook her head.

"No, no... I do, it's just..." Rachel leaned slightly against the family car. "Wow. Do you- do you think he'd be okay with it?" she asked nervously.

"We were hoping you'd have the answer to that," Hiram admitted sheepishly.

"Well... there's no way to know but to ask him." She moved off from the car and went to make her way inside when her papa placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her back. She went to complain, but he beat her to it.

"Not now, Rachel. Mrs. Greenwell told me he had to help her out with the boys today. She said that she would talk to him tonight, but don't you think he might not be able to do that if you tell him? He'd be distracted."

Rachel sighed, knowing they were right. But she was excited, and she wanted to tell somebody. Maybe she could call Ku- No, no she couldn't. Blaine didn't want him to know. Ooh, why did she have to find out? Yes, she loved being trusted by Blaine (even if he kind of had to tell her since she'd already figured out half of it), but she was pretty awful at keeping secrets. Mentally shaking her head, she asked her dads a question.

"What about Michael?"

"Blaine's almost seventeen, isn't he? I'm sure we can manage taking care of them both," Hiram said, wrapping an arm around his husband's face. Leroy had a smile on his face, leaning into the grip of his partner.

Rachel smiled at her fathers. It'd take some getting used to, having to share the attention, but she was sure she could do it." That was, until –

"But Blaine may have to share your room for a bit."

Groaning, she opened her mouth to complain, only to hear the sound of the car doors shutting. Her fathers smiled at each other, having known exactly how their daughter would react.

Hands bawled into fists, Rachel pulled the back door open with more force than necessary, slamming it after she slid into her seat. Leroy sighed, and Hiram patted his leg affectionately before putting the car in reverse. He began to count down in his head; 'Five, four, three, two, o-'

"Can't Blaine just sleep on the couch or something?" Rachel whined.

"No, Rachel. You've got a pull-out bed under yours; I'm sure he would be much more comfortable there until we can set him up his own room." Hiram's voice was stern, and - unfortunately for her - Rachel knew there was no way to change his mind.

"Fine," Rachel groaned. "Wait, where's Michael sleeping?"

"We've set up a bed in our room, but that old office besides our room is his once he feels comfortable. Blaine will be in that guest room across from yours, but that furniture hasn't been touched in years. We need to make it feel homier first," Leroy informed her.

"When are they coming?" Rachel asked.

"Blaine's set to come whenever he's ready, which may take a little while, Rachel. He's been living there for two and a half years now - he's close to some of those boys. But we've got an appointment to bring Michael home on Tuesday." Rachel nodded her head at her dads before turning her head to look out the window.

Tuesday. It was Saturday now. Well, late Saturday, it was four forty-seven now. Her walk with Blaine lasted longer than she had thought. The conversation played over in her head as she mechanically got out of the car and went up to her room without saying anything. Her fathers watched her go with a worried expression on their faces.

Only about one minute after Rachel sat down on her bed, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and accepted the call without looking at the caller ID.

"Rachel, I've tried calling you three times now!"

Rachel's position stiffened as she heard Kurt's voice on the other line. "Oh, hey Kurt!" she said in a cheery voice. She just hoped her nervousness didn't show. "How was the movie?"

"Fine, fine, but seriously, how'd it go?"

"Uh, good! Yeah, it went great!" Her phone beeped.

"What was that?"

"Hold on, my dad's texting me... he uh, went out shopping and needs to know what I want, hold on." The name on her phone caused her to bite her lip, and she felt bad about lying to Kurt. But when she opened the text, she was glad she hadn't told him the truth.

From: Blaine

Don't tell anyone. Please.

She sighed, sending back a simple 'okay' before putting the phone back up to her ear.
"Sorry about that."

"It's okay. So, what's he like?" he asked, holding out the 'o'. Rachel smiled. Surely she could describe Michael without mentioning Blaine.
"He's adorable, but really shy. You should have seen him! He's so shy, and he just kept trying to hide in Bla-" she paused for a second. Shit shit shit... "In Blake's arms. Sorry, forgot his name for a second," she offered in explanation for his pause.

"Okay... who's Blake?"

"One of the older boys there," she answered honestly. Why lie when she didn't have to? The more truths, the easier it would be to remember it all. And the easier it is to remember, the less likely she would be to spill Blaine's secret - even though she'd already come close.

'Calm down, Rachel, you can do this. Just relax and don't think of Blaine.'

"Ahh. Well, did you get a picture of... Mikey was it?" Rachel bit her lip again, the mantra she had just put in her head failing as she remembered Blaine calling him Mikey.

"Yes, well, Michael, but Blake called him Mikey, so I guess it's his nickname." Telling the truth while replacing Blaine's name might work, so long as she doesn't slip up on the name. "But, he's adorable Kurt. He's so small for six, and his eyes are big and blue, it's so cute!" she squealed. "My dads are suppose to go meet with the social worker again on Tuesday; then they can take Michael home," 'and Blaine might show up any time between now and a month from now,' she added silently to herself.

"Wow, that's soon," Kurt mumbled.

"Yes, well, apparently my dads have been planning this for a while. And somehow, I didn't notice them begin to convert that old office into a bedroom."

"Well, no offence or anything Rachel - you know I love you - but if something doesn't relate to you, you seem to take a little longer figuring it out," he joked, holding out the 'i' in little.

"Yes, well, either way he's coming home Tuesday," she huffed.

"Nervous?"

"About what?" Rachel asked, honestly curious.

"Well, I mean, you will have to share your dads' attention and everything. I know how hard it is for you to share the spotlight," he teased.

"Yes, well, I'm going to be spending my senior year teaching him all the secrets to becoming an aspiring star. Besides, I'm sure that my fathers would never be able to replace me; I'm too unique for that to ever be a possibility," 'and I'll be spending the time when my fathers are with Michael trying to figure out the Blaine none of us knows'.

Rachel shut her eyes and held back a sigh, wondering when her life had gotten so confusing. She hated keeping secrets, especially from her friends. It was probably why she was so terrible at it. And she'd always thought that Blaine was… well, perfect. In fact, everyone had. Whenever she saw Blaine, he was dapper, charming, and all around… perfect. There was no other way to describe it. She'd always thought that Blaine had the perfect life, near-perfect family, not to mention she'd always thought he was rich like most of the Dalton kids. Kurt's family had plenty of money, and yet they still had to scrape together the funds for Dalton.

But now she knew differently, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

"-chel. Rachel!"

Rachel squeaked slightly as she heard her name being shouted down the line. "Sorry Kurt, just thinking about how much fun Michael and I will be having!" The smile on her face as she said that was one of complete nervousness and uncertainty. She placed a hand on her necklace – the one with Finn's name on it – and sent a silent thanks to God that Kurt couldn't see her face right now.

"Okay, well, don't scare the kid off, Berry," he chuckled. "Let him warm up to you first; there's too much of you to lay on him all at once."

"I'm going to take that as a complement because yes, I do have a lot of talent which may be too much for some people to handle. It may scare them into never performing again for fear of being compared to me," she shot back, her smile becoming more relaxed. Bantering with Kurt, that she was use to. It was normal, which she really needed. She heard the quiet sounds of talking from the other end of the line and waited for Kurt to speak again.

"Well, Finn's here, nagging me to let him talk to you. So here you go, and please make sure you tell him to give me back my phone when you two are done."

"Of course, Kurt, but I will not be held responsible if he forgets anyway," she joked. She heard Kurt laugh, followed by a bit of shuffling as Kurt handed the phone over to her boyfriend.

"How are you, Rach?" Rachel smiled at the sound of Finn's deep voice – it had always seemed to calm her down.

"I'm good Finn. Excited. A bit nervous – I mean, I've never even babysat anyone before, but I'm sure I'll do great," she replied honestly. She was nervous for more than just that, but Finn didn't need to know.

"I'm sure you'll do great Rachel. And if you ever need help, me and Kurt are always available." Rachel held back a laugh as she heard Kurt's distinctive shout of 'hey!' when Finn offered up the assistance of the two of them.

"It's Kurt and I, Finn, not me and Kurt. But thank you very much for the offer, and tell Kurt not to worry. I'll be fine. Not to mention my dads are likely going to be watching over him more than I am, and I've got-" she stopped before she could say Blaine's name. What was this, the third time in one conversation she almost let out his secret? She clenched her teeth together.

"Got who, Rachel?" Finn asked curiously, before his voice turned nervous. "Y-you're not dating someone else, are you?" Before Rachel could respond, she heard Kurt call his step-brother an idiot and Finn uttering a quiet 'ow', leading her to assume that Kurt had likely slapped him on the back of the head.

"No, sorry Finn. I was just trying to remember my neighbor's name – she offered to help out any time too."

"You know your neighbors' names, Rachel… you said you use to perform for them all the time…" 'Of all the times Finn had to actually pay attention to what I was saying….'

"I know, Finn, I'm just tired and the name slipped my mind. But I'm not cheating on you, Finn, I thought we went over this. We've both made that mistake, and it's not happening again. So please, let's just drop this conversation." The doorbell rang. "My dad must be back with the groceries; I have to go. Bye Finn! I love you!" she rushed out, remembering the excuse she'd used for the text message.

Running downstairs to check the door, she was shocked to see Blaine talking to Hiram, a suitcase handle in his hand as he pulled it into the house.

"Blaine?" The warbler looked up at her, the exhaustion clear in his eyes. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon." She honestly was surprised. The way he'd talked about those other boys that day… she didn't think he'd leave them so soon.

"Yeah, well, there's not a lot of space in that house, and there are a lot of mouths to feed. It puts a lot of strain on Mrs. Greenwell to have to take care of everyone," he muttered, looking behind him at his bag. "So I decided to get out as soon as I could, and offered to come back and help out whenever she needs it."

"How'd you get here, Blaine?" Leroy asked, hoping the boy – who, he supposed, was now his son – hadn't walked. Blaine simply pointed outside to a large, black truck.

"My friend David gave it to me last year. His family's loaded, and so he offered it to me when he got a new one for his birthday – he didn't know my whole situation, but he knew that I was only in Dalton on scholarship and figured I had some financial problems I guess." He shrugged as he finished his tale, pulling his suitcase in front of him. "I hope it's not a bother to you for me to be here now. I can always just go back-"

"Blaine, Blaine, it's fine, really." Hiram smiled, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, who merely shrugged it off. Rachel watched her papa's smile falter for a moment as his hand dropped back to his side.

"Rachel, why don't you take Blaine up to your room, okay?" Leroy suggested, glancing at his daughter before turning to speak to Blaine. "It's only temporary until we can fix up the guest room for you, but I hope it will be okay for the time being."

"Of course, Mr. Berry, thank you," Blaine nodded, still not looking up. He hadn't since Rachel had walked down the stairs.

"Blaine, we're not going to expect you to refer to us as your dads, but you don't need to be so formal with us," Leroy said, smiling softly. "At least call me Leroy."

Blaine nodded, shuffling his feet a bit. "Okay, Leroy."

"And I'm Hiram, Blaine." Another nod. "Okay, well, Rachel can take you up to her room and set up the pull-out bed. And don't worry, it's very comfortable – I use to have to sleep on it when Rachel would have a nightmare."

"Papa!" Rachel squealed, moving to cover Hiram's mouth. Leroy chuckled, and Blaine just continued to look at his feet. Biting her lip briefly, Rachel moved to grab Blaine's arm, stopping when he flinched away.

"C'mon Blaine, once we get you set up we can go hang out in the theater room, watch a few musicals. Kurt said you like those, right?" she suggested. Blaine just nodded again, and Rachel sighed, grabbing his bag from him.

"Thank you Hiram, Leroy, Rachel," he muttered softly. "I really appreciate this."

"It's no problem, Blaine. We don't know what happened, and we won't ask, but we know you don't deserve it. From what I've heard, you're a great kid, and we'd be glad to call you our son – that is, if you'd let us." Leroy smiled at Blaine, gaining no response but a shrug of his shoulders as he turned to follow Rachel upstairs.


"So, that's everything!" Rachel closed the drawer of her dresser, having cleaned it out for Blaine to put some of his things in. The rest was hanging in her closet, plenty of space still left considering he mostly just wore his Dalton uniform.

"Now, we can either go on a tour of the house, or watch a movie, ooh! Maybe we can-"

"Rachel, would you mind if I just went to sleep?" Blaine interrupted. He looked into her eyes for the first time since he'd gotten there, his brown eyes seeming much more dull than they usually did.

"O-of course, Blaine. Are you okay?" Her voice was full of concern, and much more quiet than usual. Blaine flashed her a weak, half-smile before answering.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Some of the boys had a hard day today, and Mrs. Greenwell had to run out to do some shopping, so I was left to watch them," he admitted, not really wanting to talk about his life in the boys' home. He'd never had anyone to talk to about it before, and he was honestly somewhat scared to.

"Well, just go ahead and get some rest. I'm going to meet Finn at his house around two tomorrow; do you want to come?" she offered, but Blaine simply shook his head.

"No, no. I don't want Kurt to wonder why I went over with you. Plus, I'm fairly certain he said he was going to see Mercedes, and I know they haven't been hanging out as much as they use to."

"So… you're really not going to ever tell any of them?" she asked softly. If Blaine didn't want to tell anyone, she wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep his secret. And if she did, Blaine might get really angry at her and leave, and Kurt would likely never forgive her. To her disappointment, Blaine shook his head. He seemed to be doing that a lot that night – well, that and nodding.

"No, Rachel, it's none of their business." His voice was cold and hard again, just like it had been at the park. "Like I told you earlier, it's only for two years. When I graduate from college, I won't have to burden you guys any more, and it will have never mattered how I've been living the past three years of my life."

"Blaine, you are not a burden on us," Rachel told him sternly. "Don't even think that. And it will matter, Blaine, because it helped to shape you into who you are. It's nothing to be ashamed of that your parents didn't wa-"

"Rachel, please, just… just don't tell anyone, okay? Maybe I'll tell them, one day, but for now, no. If you ever want to have anyone over, let me know and I'll go hang out at the boys' home if I'm not at Dalton." Blaine sighed, lying down on the pull-out bed he had set up the moment he'd entered the room.

"So, you're going to stay at Dalton then?"

The question shocked Blaine, who picked his head up to face Rachel, who was lying on her stomach on her own bed, head propped up on her hands. "Of course I am! Unless they take back the scholarship, I'm staying at Dalton. I need to. I told you, Rachel, Dalton is my ticket to New York." He was glaring at the girl who was now legally his sister. Rachel shrunk back a bit, dropping her arms flat on the bed.

"Well, it's just that… Kurt told me he really wanted you there, and I've heard him trying to convince you… and you'd be a great addition to the New Dire-"

"RACHEL!" he shouted, hoping his adoptive parents didn't hear him. "I am not going to change my life around for some stupid Glee club competition!" By now, he was all but growling, and Rachel was staring at him with wide eyes. "I love Glee, yes, but it's not the end of the world for us to be on different teams! It's not like I'm going to steal your ideas and secrets just because we're living together. And Kurt would understand. I understood when he left Dalton, and he understands that I want to stay.

"My friends are there, Rachel. It's safer there. I get enough homophobia without going to McKinley. Did you know that Kurt and I have to be careful just to hold hands on a date, because we don't want someone to start a scene and ruin the day for us. I got beat up in eighth grade after a dance because I was there with a boy I wasn't even dating. I've got enough on my plate without dealing with all of that."

Rachel looked at her hands as Blaine spoke, unable to look him in the eye. His voice was so harsh, and his words made her feel bad for even suggesting it. But still…

"Blaine, you don't need to have that much on your plate now. You don't have to pay your way through college. My – no, our dads won't mind. And three years of Dalton will look good on an application; one year of public school wouldn't ruin your chances.

"And you'd still be able to see your friends… just maybe not every day. Kurt still goes to Dalton to visit you sometimes, and I'm sure they would let you do it, too. And the homophobia… it's gotten better since Kurt came back. Sure, it's still there, but it's better. And the New Directions are always there for each other, we'd be able to help if something did happen," she told him, feeling as though she'd countered all of Blaine's arguments against transferring. But when she looked at Blaine's face again, he was glaring at her.

"From what I've heard, the New Directions attack each other more than help each other. I'm pretty sure none of you tried to help Kurt until things went too far, no matter how much he tries to tell me you did. And I know what happened the first year of Glee, with all the baby drama; hell, I know about you and Kurt fighting over Finn!

"If you fight that much over relationship problems, I don't really think I'd be able to ask for help if I needed it – which I don't. And besides, you guys are so… loose. I like having those rules for the Warblers, even when they do get annoying. It stops us from fighting; it keeps us in line."

"But Blaine-." He held up his hand, efficiently cutting her off.

"No, Rachel. I'm done talking about this tonight. I'm tired." Rachel looked into his eyes, seeing once again just how tired he really did look. "I just want to go to sleep, and head back to the boys' home tomorrow to make sure Liam slept okay; he has nightmares a lot. I may be gone when you wake up, but I'll have my phone on me if you need me." Blaine lay down entirely on his bed, having turned to face away from Rachel.

"Blaine…."

"Goodnight Rachel." His voice left no room for arguments. Sighing, Rachel got up from her bed and headed towards the theater room – she figured she might as well watch something, seeing as it was only six.


When the door shut behind Rachel, Blaine rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. In truth, he didn't think he'd be getting much sleep tonight.

He knew that Rachel couldn't keep a secret. One of the first things Kurt had ever told him about her was that she didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. All he could do was hope she would be able to do it just this once. He'd be at Dalton most of the time for the school year, and he'd likely be spending most of his free time at the boys' home still – that much wouldn't change. He's just be having dinner here and sleeping in her room for the time being….

Well, his stuff being in her room sure was a large reminder he was there. He began to wonder – not for the first time – if it was a bad idea to come here. But every year, more and more boys were starting to live there. If he could get out, he needed to. He hadn't lied when he said that he left so Mrs. Greenwell would have more money to take care of the others. Even if it was just one less mouth to feed, it was still something.

But living here… with Rachel… the same Rachel that was Kurt's best friend. The same Rachel that Kurt came to spend the night with at least once every two weeks. The same Rachel dating Kurt's idiot of a stepbrother. Sure, he liked Finn, but he really could be dense sometimes. And no doubt, if he found out, he'd tell Kurt. And from what he'd heard, the quarterback had a bit of a tendency to overreact.

Yet at the same time… he liked being here. He wouldn't call them his dads yet, but Hiram and Leroy seemed to sincerely care for his wellbeing. It was… nice having adults care for you when they didn't have to. Mrs. Greenwell may have cared about Blaine, but it wasn't like she spent time getting to know him much. But Leroy and Hiram seemed to honestly want to know Blaine…

Blaine just wasn't sure he wanted them to know.


"Daddy?" Rachel asked, walking into the dining room where Leroy was looking over some papers the social worker had asked him to sign. He looked up at her when she entered, smiling as he put the papers down.

"Yes, sweetheart? Is Blaine settled in?" He was slightly worried about his newly-adopted son. From what he'd overheard Rachel say about him before, Blaine was pretty outgoing. Leroy knew that the curly-haired junior was the lead singer of the Warblers, whom Rachel had competed against last year… and from what he remembered, they were very good. He couldn't exactly recall what they'd done, seeing as he was mostly there to watch the New Directions, but he remembered that they'd tied the first time they'd competed, so they had to be good.

"Well, yes, but he is the reason I came to talk to you." Leroy motioned for Rachel to take the seat across from him, which she quickly did, facing her father with what he could only describe as a sorrowful look on her face. "Daddy, I'm really worried about him. He doesn't really even seem to want to be here. He said he's still going to go to Dalton for his senior year, and from the sound of it he's still going to board, too… as much as he can. Which means he may only be home when he gets vacations, if even then!"

"Rachel, that is Blaine's choice…" Leroy told her, frowning at the news despite himself. He may not have expected Blaine to want entirely to join them as a family yet… but he hadn't expected him to want to avoid them either. "If he wants to go to Dalton still, he can. We can't stop him. Well, we could, but that wouldn't be very fair to him. If it's something he likes, he should be allowed to continue it."

"It's not just that though, Dad! He thinks he's a burden on us, even though I told him that we want him here, and he doesn't want to tell his friends about the fact that he's here! Not even Kurt!" Rachel complained.

"You mean none of them know? Not even his Dalton friends?" Leroy asked.

"Not that he's told me, no. He said that he didn't want anyone to treat him like a charity case, and the second he can, he's leaving for New York. Which, I know I'm doing too, but I'm doing it for Broadway! He's doing it to run away!"

"I thought it was always your plan for you, Kurt and Blaine to go to New York for college."

"Well, yes, but-"

"Maybe he wants to go to New York to be with Kurt. And you, of course," he added. Rachel fiddled with her hands on the desk, causing Leroy to raise an eyebrow. "Rachel?"

"I'm just… I'm really worried, Daddy. He doesn't want anyone to know, and you know I can't keep a secret! It's probably the only thing I can't do, and I hate to admit it, but it's true! And he's already resistant enough to being here – if I let it slip he'll probably ask to go back to the boys' home! I can't be the cause of that!" By now, a few tears had rolled down her face, leaving light tear tracks in their wake. Leroy smiled sadly, reaching across to place a hand over the two she had clasped on the table.

"Rachel… you just have to be careful with what you say. It's not your secret to tell, and I know you wouldn't do it on purpose, but if he wants to tell anyone he should do it on his own. No, I don't support his decision on hiding this, but I don't support people hiding in the closet either, and I would still never out them. I know you can do it, sweetheart. Just relax. The more you worry, the more likely you'll be to tell someone," he reasoned to her. Rachel smiled softly at her dad, moving to stand up.

"Okay…"

"What does Blaine want for dinner?" Leroy asked, shifting the incomplete paperwork into a neat pile in front of him.

"I don't think he's very hungry; he said he just wanted to sleep. He wanted to head out to the boys' home to check on one of the boys who has nightmares or something like that first thing in the morning… if you ask me, he should be sleeping in. He just looks so tired and that can't be good for his voice. He could get sick that way, and I do not want to be exposed to any illness. The summer's half over; I need to make sure my voice is in tip-top shape before Glee Club starts. And also-"

"Rachel." At the sound of her dad's voice, she stopped her rambling and looked at her father. "I just asked what he wanted for dinner. How about I just order us some pizza tonight, sound good?"

"Okay," she nodded. "Just make sure there's no meat on it. Check it after they give it to you – they've already messed up once, so I don't doubt they will again."

"Of course honey, I'll send in the order. Could you go ask your papa to pick it up? I need to finish up this paperwork as soon as I can…" he mumbled, having gone back to reading the papers once more.

"Okay, Daddy." Rachel stood up and kissed Leroy on the check, heading into the living room where she could hear her papa watching the news. Leroy simply sighed and watched her go before signing his name once more on the paper.


When Rachel retired to her room at around ten thirty, Blaine had already drifted into a light sleep. She smiled at him once she got in bed, hoping that maybe, just maybe, her new adopted brother would open up to her one day.


Authors Note: HUZZAH! I know NOTHING about child adoption despite my brother being adopted! But then again, I wasn't actually alive at that point in time, so... but in my magical, magical world, Blaine is allowed to now be living at the Berry's.

Like I said, I've started working on Chapter 3 a bit, so hopefully I'll have that up sooner rather than later. I'm really surprised by how easy this is to write considering I don't have too much planned out... Also, any other couples you want to have in the story, let me know. Because I really have no idea. All I know is that - unfortunately - Sam moving will not change, but he will come back at the same point in time he did in the show. If I don't get any suggestions for pairings, I'll stick with whatever is cannon in the show at that point in time.

So, let me know any suggestions, any grammatical errors, constructional criticism, whatever.

Thanks again to themuse19 for being a wonderful Beta! :D

And I usually respond to reviews in the bottom authors note (here), but this time around I'm just going to answer peoples questions down here, in case anyone else has the same ones. I'll be responding to everyone else in a message, which you don't have to reply to if you don't want to.

Lastly, I want to thank everyone for their support! I've already got nine reviews, twelve favorites, and twenty-eight people following this story. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it!

~Josh