Chapter One:

I park my old ranchero outside the large mahogany gates, my eyes scanning the mansion in the distance. The Internet was correct, the house is an exact replica of Marie Antoinette's. The garden stretches out in all different directions; so vast that wherever I turn all I can see is green fields, mazes and millions of flowers. I take a deep, steading breath in and reach out my window to press the intercom.

"Yes?" A small voice sounded, croaky but firm, from the intercom.

"I am the…babysitter" I stifle a chuckle at the obscurity of it all. "Mr. Anderson should be expecting me"

Shuffling and vacant voices filled the silence and I flex my fingers over the steering wheel, completely exhausted. My thoughts began to drift and suddenly the images of Blaine and Rachel singing flashed in my mind. I wonder what they will be like.

"You can go through now"

I jump slightly as the voice broke through my thoughts and watched as the gates slowly opened. I wind my window further down, letting the beautiful breeze into the heated car. The path to the house is long, very long. I pass tree after tree, flower after flower, various fountains that are so large you can barely see the other side of it! I slow the car down slightly as I pass one of the fields; many employees are working outside; pruning, trimming, mowing and so on. It wasn't this that caught my eye though; in the vast distance I could see a teenage girl singing loudly to the group of men working. Rachel Anderson. They all wore the same expression; boredom. I smirk as I can just imagine how many times Rachel has summoned them together to sing for them. I shake my head and continue to drive to the entrance of the house.

After what seems like hours, I reach the wide opening. A large and detailed fountain is situated in the middle while the endless arrangement of flowers borderline the driveway. Expensive cars are parked in the dome shaped drive way and I find myself exhaling as I drink all the beautiful scenery around me. I park my car behind a limousine, figures, and grab my bags before walking up the steps to the front door. I pull down the bell and fiddle with the straps of my messenger bag. The door slowly opens moments later and I find myself locking eyes with a young maid who has a smile plastered on her face, which instantly calms my nerves.

"You must be Kurt Hummel, Mr. Anderson has been expecting you!" she smiles at me and ushers me inside. "My name is Aviana Spence, I'm one of the maids as you can tell". Aviana lets out a giggle as she gestures to her clichéd uniform.

"Nice to meet you" I smile warmly at her and follow her further into the house. We pass various rooms and lounges that are beautifully pieced together with velvet couches and ornate furniture. I can barely register what I am seeing before she leads me into the large sitting room where Genevieve Anderson sits. The oak bookcase is stuffed with battered novels; dozens of old newspapers yellowing in a wicker basket next to the slate fireplace - their articles read long ago, their crosswords partially completed. She glances up from her book slowly and her eyes rake over my body. I shift from foot to foot feeling slightly self-conscious under her heavy gaze. Her lips curve up into a smile as she stands and makes her way over to me. I gaze at her slender figure, covered in a beautiful emerald dress, simple but yet so striking. Her eyes are a light shade of hazel and amber mixed together, her cheeks brushed with crimson and lips painted on with a deep red. Breathtaking.

"Hello Mr. Hummel, we are so pleased you are here" she smiles warmly at me and took my hands in hers.

"Pleasure is all mine Mrs. Anderson". My polite response triggers another smile and she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Call me Genevieve, darling. Now, my husband is engaged at the moment however I would like to introduce you to my children before my husband and I leave in an hour" She releases my hands from hers and begins walking out of the sitting room, I turn to the left expecting to see Aviana but sometime between the introductions she had slipped away. I hurry after Genevieve as she rounds a corner.

"Now I believe you are familiar with Blaine and Rachel?" She asks me softly as she gestures for one of the maids to open the large doors.

"Yes, I am quite familiar with them" I nod my head quickly and step outside into the courtyard. The doors opened to one of the fields I saw driving up to the house earlier and to my right I could see a tennis court and further down was a helicopter with 'Anderson' scrawled across it in bold writing. Of course they have their own helicopter. My eyes continue to trail over the different mazes and flowers stretching across the never-ending field. I turn my head to see Genevieve smiling at me. She laughs at my shocked expression and gestures for me to follow her across the courtyard. As we cross the field I can see Rachel in the distance, exactly where I saw her last. We approach her quietly as she is singing yet another ballad and Genevieve places a tender hand on her shoulder causing Rachel to turn around quickly, clutching at her chest.

"Mother! How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?" Rachel squeals, breathing heavily. "I could have gone into cardiac arrest or something!"

Genevieve Anderson rolls her eyes and smiles fondly at her daughter. "Always such a drama queen!"

Rachel rolls her eyes in response and flicks her long brown hair over her shoulder. Her eyes then settle on me and she tilts her head, practically undressing me with her eyes as she scrutinizes every part of me. "Who's he?"

"This is Kurt Hummel, he will be your baby sitter for the next two months" Genevieve smiles at me and places a hand on my shoulder.

Rachel groans and pouts at her mother, reminding me more of a six year old than a sixteen year old. "Why do you always insist on getting us babysitters when we are capable of looking after ourselves!"

"Because I don't want anything happening to you sweet heart!" Genevieve teases Rachel, cupping her cheeks in her palms. "Besides, you won't even notice that Mr. Hummel is here!"

Rachel then looks back at me and addresses her mother. "Do we have to call him 'Mr. Hummel?" Her voice drawls over my name. "That sounds so formal"

Genevieve laughs in response and shakes her head. "No Rachel, you can just call him Kurt" She then turns to me with an apologetic expression on her face. "That is okay, isn't it?"

I smile and nod my head in response. "That is perfectly fine"

Genevieve smiles once more and claps her hands. "Good! Now, Rachel do you know where your brother is?"

"I think he is over in the west wing gardens, under the willow tree near the Stratheden fountain" Rachel bluntly replies, waving her hand over her shoulder already bored with the conversation.

"Okay, thank you darling" Genevieve turns to me and gestures over to a buggy that is parked close by. "It is too far too walk so we can take the golf cart"

"Sounds good to me" I smile and slide in next to her and in seconds we are driving over fields and moving from the east wing gardens to the west wing gardens.

I shake my head in exasperation and wonderment. I think back to my small apartment and cringe at how horrible it is compare to this… palace!

"Here we are!" Genevieve parks the buggy and trails in front of me once again. I follow her as we pass another maze until we reach a very large, and very beautiful willow tree. Seated on a hammock, strumming on his guitar is Blaine Anderson. His soft voice immediately captures my attention, he is so immersed in the music that he doesn't take notice to Genevieve or myself until we are standing inches a part from him. I stand further back however. Blaine slowly looks up, shading his eyes from the sun.

"Hello handsome" Genevieve smiles and a large grin spreads across Blaine's face. He places his guitar down onto the grass and hugs his mother securely. "The song is coming along very well"

"I think so" Blaine nods, his wide grin never leaving his face. "Did Rachel tell you I was here?"

"Yes she did" Genevieve nodded and began to giggle. "She was singing to the east-wing gardeners again"

Blaine tilts his head back as he chuckles loudly. "So typical!"

Genevieve giggles once more and turns back towards me. "Blaine darling, I have someone I would like you to meet"

I hold out my hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Kurt"

Blaine let's go of his mothers arms and clasps his hand in mine, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Blaine as you already know"

"Kurt will be your babysitter for the summer, while your father and I are in Europe" Genevieve smiles at me once more. This woman smiles a lot. I smile back politely and almost laugh out loud as the thought crosses my mind.

Blaine groans at the news, mirroring his sister's actions. "Babysitter? Really mum?"

"It is not like anything has to change Blaine, you will just have an extra person in the house looking out for you. You will hardly notice that Kurt is here" Genevieve assures her son. "Anyway, there is so many people coming through the house all day, every day so Mr. Hummel's presence won't make a large difference"

Blaine nods his head and turns back to me with a playful smirk. "Well it's nice to meet you, babysitter" Genevieve rolls her eyes, tutting in disapproval.

"You too" I chuckle. Blaine smiles softly, his hazel eyes shining. Bloody attractive 17 year old!

"Okay well Kurt if you will accompany me back to the house, hopefully James will be finished with his work" Genevieve nods her head.

"Good luck buddy, my dad is a piece of work" Blaine smirks and sits back down in the hammock. "Just act all serious and you'll be fine and don't crack any jokes either!" he adds, picking up his guitar.

"Hush Blaine, your father isn't scary" Genevieve rolls her eyes and softly guides me to the buggy.

Blaine lets out a laugh and shakes his head. "Alright mum, I'll live in your fantasy for a little while"

I swallow thickly, my hands becoming clammy. In the matter of moments I will be meeting James Anderson.

We step back inside, the large doors closing behind us, adding to my nerves. Genevieve guides me back through the sitting room and we pass through the ballroom to reach the study, where two, equally as large, mahogany doors are securely closed. Genevieve knocks softly on the door and a firm voice sounds from inside, beckoning us to come in. I breathe in deeply and follow Genevieve inside.

"James, this is Kurt Hummel, the babysitter we hired"

James Anderson looks up at me, scrutinizing me just like Rachel did, only more intimidating. He gestures to the chairs that are placed in front of his desk. Genevieve squeezes my arm and smiles before slipping out of the room. I quickly take a seat, suddenly feeling like a four year old; young and helpless.

"Thank you for being here Mr. Hummel" James nods his head and folds his hands on the oak wood desk. "Before we leave, I just wanted to lay down some rules"

"That's perfectly fine sir" I nod, taking Blaine's advice.

"As you know we are very important people Mr. Hummel, we are constantly in the media and under public scrutiny. I would like to inform you that my employees will be watching you, making sure you are doing your job. I do not want to get a call when I am in Europe telling me that you have failed to do your job. Mr. Hummel, if my children come to you with a problem then I expect you to solve the problem immediately. I am putting my trust in you to take care of them, which means that you keep Blaine and Rachel away from any parties, any alcoholic beverages and strictly no friends sleeping over. My children understand what it means to be the son and daughter of a wealthy and important public figure, myself obviously; so they are fully aware of what is expected of them." James firmly stated, eyes piercing into mine. I stifle a scoff at his choice of words and nod my head in response.

"I understand Mr. Anderson"

"There are more rules and guidelines which have been typed up and placed in your bedroom. You will be sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms in the east wing Mr. Hummel. Any questions?"

"No questions, sir" I shake my head, willing this conversation to be over.

"Very well, thank you for being here, you are excused" James nodded towards the door.

"Thank you Mr. Anderson" I smile politely and exit the study, exhaling loudly. I make my way across the ballroom, tracing my footsteps back to the large sitting room. Genevieve is seated once again, reading her novel when I approach her.

"How did it go, dear?" She smiles at me, patting the seat next to her.

"It was perfectly fine" I smile and take a seat. "When will you be leaving?"

Genevieve turns to the large gold clock hanging above the fireplace. She jumps up in shock and calls out to Aviana to get the bags ready before turning back to me. "We are leaving now"

I chuckle and take her arm as she makes her way to the front door. Aviana and another maid are waiting patiently at the door while the limo driver is placing the bags into the car. She turns to me and holds my hands in hers. "It was very nice to meet you Kurt, I believe that you and my children will get along splendidly"

"I believe that also" I nod and smile at her as she squeezes my hands in hers.

"I will see you in two months"

"Enjoy your holiday Mrs. Hummel" I smile warmly as James Anderson approaches us. "Enjoy your holiday also, sir"

"We will" he nods his head and places his hat on his head. "Ready, dear?"

Genevieve opened her mouth to speak when Rachel and Blaine come rushing up the front steps.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye!" Rachel glared at her parents. "How rude"

Genevieve laughed while James merely rolled his eyes, walking over to the limousine.

"Goodbye dearest children, I love you very much!" Genevieve smiles as she hugs Blaine and Rachel. "Have fun this summer"

"Of course" Blaine smirks as he follows his mother to the limousine.

She blows each of her children a kiss, waves to me with a smile and slips into the limo. The driver closes the door behind her as she winds the window down.

"Goodbye"

Blaine and Rachel wave and say their goodbyes as the limo pulls out of the driveway. Once the limo was out of sight Rachel turns to Blaine with a smile. "Ready for the summer of your life big brother?"

"You know it, little sister!" Blaine smirks and winks at her, a devious smile playing on both of their lips.

I groan and close my eyes as the words filtered back into my mind. The Anderson twins are rebellious, immature and careless. I open my eyes and watch as they giggle and speak in hushed whispers. My summer from hell has begun.

A/N: Chapter two is here! :) I would like to thank all the people who alerted/favorited/reviewed the prologue. I am happy that you guys liked the idea enough to stick around! This chapter moves at a pretty fast pace; Kurt arrives at the Anderson household and all the introductions are started so I am sorry that it isn't too eventful, but hopefully you all got a little idea on who the characters are and what they are like. I really like Rachel for some weird reason, she makes me smile :) Please review guys, I would like to know what you think of it. Thank you, hope you enjoyed the chapter! 3