Here you are m'lovelies the very next chapter in the epic saga that is Blaine getting irritated with Finn's douchebaggery.

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Finn was pissed. Blaine had walked out and now everybody was treating him as if he was the one to blame! If Blaine wasn't so bloody sensitive everything would have been fine, no one would have been annoyed with him and he wouldn't be facing an angry Kurt waiting at home to have a go at him. He pulled into the drive with a heavy sigh upon spotting Kurt's Navigator, Kurt was going to chew him out over the incident with Blaine in the choir room today - just what he needed.

Finn pushed open the front door with every intention of spending the 3 hours before dinner holed up in his bedroom playing violent video games to take his mind off everything.

"Hello, I'm home!" He shouted out into the strangely silent house, usually when Kurt was home before him the house would be filled with the smell of cooking and the sound of Kurt singing along tunefully to whatever CD he was playing.

"Kurt!" Finn shouted now looking for his step-brother "Where are you dude?" There was no reply and Finn briefly wondered if Kurt had decided to go over to the Anderson's, the thought made his skin crawl as the image of Blaine taking his brother to his undoubtedly empty house to take advantage of him popped into his head making him feel physically sick.

Finn stomped down the stairs to the basement in search of Kurt. He pushed open the tightly closed door to the room and glanced about, he was rewarded by the sight of Kurt's head poking out of the top of his covers fast asleep, a look of bliss on his face. Finn sighed in relief, thank all that is holy he thought to himself, that was when he noticed lump in the covers next to Kurt. There was another person lying in the bed, under the covers, with Kurt. It was Blaine. Finn saw red. Just as he was about to shout something to wake the sleeping pair Kurt kicked out slightly in his sleep moving the duvet slightly which revealed the pale expanse of his step-brother's chest. Kurt was most definitely not wearing a shirt.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Finn shouted. Blaine jerked awake looking bewildered. "What are you doing to my brother Anderson?" he sat up revealing an expanse of naked chest and hissed at Finn "Jesus Finn! Can't you just leave me the hell alone for like 15 seconds? I was actually trying to have a nap if that's okay with you, your Majesty." Finn spluttered as Blaine threw the covers off himself to get out of bed showing a pair of naked legs and a (rather stylish) pair of plain black boxers. "I guess I'll just get dressed then." He said in annoyance bending over to rescue his discarded jeans from the floor and tugging them on. Finn's eyes focused properly on Blaine's naked chest as he turned towards the door again and he started at the sight of the scar tissue that scattered the smaller boy's abdomen. Blaine raised a querying eyebrow at him pulling on his T-shirt to cover himself from Finn's enquiring eyes. Kurt mumbled in his sleep, rolling over, reaching for the warmth of his boyfriend - on finding nothing his face scrunched up in irritation, and his eyelids fluttered open. The scene that met him caused him to roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Finn! Leave my boyfriend alone!" He exclaimed tiredly "Blaine, come back to bed, I wasn't done cuddling you mister." There it was again, the look of devoted love that Finn despised so much.

"Get out Blaine." He said steadily. Kurt looked incredulous "What the hell Finn?" he cried

"You know the rules Kurt; you can't have Blaine in your room, naked, when Burt and Mom aren't home."

Kurt looked set to argue with Finn but a now fully clothed Blaine placed a loving kiss on his lips and whispered

"I should go Baby; I'm supposed to be bonding with my family this evening."

Kurt looked upset but nodded slowly and pushed Blaine towards the door with a promise of calling him later.

Finn marched up the stairs after Blaine a frown fixed on his face. He didn't want to even think about what that stupid prep school boy would have been doing to his brother. He shoved Blaine forward causing the shorter boy to stumble slightly and fall against the wall. Finn smirked, Blaine turned slowly to face him his face set into a glare.

"Let's make a deal Finn, you don't physically abuse me and I won't talk to you again. I don't need any more bruises to explain to my mother, she won't be pleased in the slightest to hear that the bullying has started up again." Finn said nothing. Blaine took his silence to mean he agreed and continued up the stairs and out of the house without so much as a backward glance at Finn.

When Blaine walked into school the next day, his usual radiant smile was fixed firmly in place. The school day passed simply enough, without much happening, every so often he would catch the eye of one of the Glee kids in the corridor or one of his lessons only to have a look of betrayal thrust back at him. Rather than feeling upset by this Blaine found himself becoming irritated, none of them knew anything about his past, none of them knew about his life, none of them had seen how he had been when he had first arrived at Dalton. Blaine started to remember it, most of all he remembered how accepting and kind the Warblers had been to the broken, scared little boy - a world away from the lukewarm reception that had been offered by the majority of the New Directions. It made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. When lunch time came round Blaine wasn't too sure where he was supposed to go, he knew he wasn't welcome at the New Directions' table any more so, not wanting to sit alone in the canteen Blaine decided to take his song writing book and sit in the sanctuary of the library.

It was comfortable in the McKinley library; Blaine took a seat at an empty table and flipped slowly through his notebook to find the song that he had started writing last night. For a good 10 minutes, Blaine was engrossed in pairing the words to the flow and pattern of the music playing in his head he hadn't even noticed himself humming along until a girl with long, curly green hair sitting at the next table turned and shot him a glare so powerful it almost knocked him off his seat.

"Will you shut up!" she hissed her eyes overflowing with venom. Upon seeing his apologetic expression her gaze softened somewhat and she sighed "I'm really sorry, I'm just stressing out over this and your humming isn't helping my thought process, so if you could just shush for a while that would really be helpful."

"I'm really sorry." Blaine replied and the girl turned back to her problem. Blaine studied her, the girl was strange he observed, taking in her appearance: she wore a light blue sundress with black Doc Martens and a pair of large fish shaped earrings. He watched her struggle for a few moments before he stood up and walked over to stand over her shoulder. He glanced down at the complex mathematical question she was labouring over and then at her working.

"I see where you are going wrong." He said softly "You've forgotten to convert the temperature to Kelvin, look; there you go, now the formula will work for the question." The girl looked at him an expression of mild shock quite clear on her rapidly reddening face.

"How did you know that?" She asked breathlessly

"Oh, I took advanced Physics at my last school. I'm Blaine by the way."

"Rose, thank you for helping me with that, I tried to get some of my friends to explain it to me but sometimes it's as if they're refusing to speak English to me when they do things like that."

"Well I'm glad I could help you," he said as she started packing up her books and papers into her bag. Blaine turned and wandered back to his notebook with a soft sigh knowing that she would soon be gone and he would be alone.

"There are still 35 minutes of lunch left you know," she smiled catching him off guard "Are you coming to the canteen?"

"Um no." He replied with an easy smile "I won't have anyone to sit with and I don't particularly feel like sitting on my own today."

"Don't be such an ass!" Rose laughed "You can sit with me and my friends if you want, it's the least I can do since you helped me with my work!"

"Alright."

They walked to the lunchroom engaged in easy conversation, Rose was an interesting character, and Blaine found that she had a passion for French, two dogs and a love for literature and music that impressed Blaine with its eclecticism. Blaine told her that he had just transferred to McKinley from Dalton and that he had been in Glee club up until yesterday because one of the co-captains had taken a particular dislike to him and he had decided that he would rather quit than be in that situation anymore.

As they walked through the doors into the canteen, Blaine could feel the eyes of each of the members of the New Directions upon him. He glanced at their table and locked eyes with Kurt who smiled at him and patted the seat next to him; Blaine shook his head and gestured minutely to Rose who was already making her way across the room to a large group sitting at a central table. Kurt's face fell slightly then he smiled with a look of complete trust and understanding that Blaine took as his blessing.