"Kurt, I need to talk to you!" A shrill voice exclaimed as Kurt was leaving the choir room. Kurt inwardly cursed as he slowly turned around. 'If only I was faster, I would have been out in the hall before she had the chance to call me back,' he thought pitifully.
"Yes, Rachel?" Kurt asked tiredly, as he tried to fix the strap of his bag on his shoulder. He saw the dark, intense look on the small girl's face as she marched close to him. Obviously she was mad.
"You!" Rachel yelled dramatically. Kurt just rolled his eyes. After being in glee club with Rachel Berry for two years, he knew that the girl liked making scenes for every little aspect of her life even when there was no audience to watch. The best thing to do, Kurt had learned, was just let her get out whatever she needed to say. And then, leave her with a biting remark that would make it difficult for her to respond quick enough too. That would give you at least five minutes to get away without her following.
"Kurt, how dare you ask Ms. Holiday to take over glee club. What about Mr. Shue!" Rachel said harshly.
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "How dare I? Rachel, let us get one thing straight. I do not take orders from anyone. If I want to do something, I will, so get used to it. Also, we needed a teacher in charge. Glee club was floundering. If Ms. Holiday was good enough to take over Spanish class for Mr. Shue, then filling in for all his other duties was logical."
"Glee club was floundering, Kurt. I think I was doing a marvelous job covering for Mr. Shue in glee club. As the co-leader of the club, I felt like it was my duty to make sure everything was running smoothly." Rachel replied earnestly.
"Rachel, Santana was this close," at this Kurt used his hand to show the smidgen of space between his thumb and forefinger, "to annihilate you. I am pretty sure she was cussing at you in Spanish as well. That clearly showed that things were not running, as you said, 'smoothly.'"
"Yeah, well, a little support would have been wonderful, Kurt. I mean, I thought we were friends. Best friends aren't supposed to start mutinies against each other." Rachel pouted.
"Rachel, in what universe are we best friends?" Seeing the hurt look on the girl's face, Kurt quickly reworded his comment. "I mean, we are sort of friends, but not in the usual sense of the word. Our relationship is different." Rachel's look of hurt had now transformed into confusion. 'Oh god, how am I supposed to explain this?' " Okay, let me try to make this easier for you to understand. The two of us have this complicated relationship in which we are each others' competition, but we also understand each other. We are like Torance and Isis from Bring It On," Kurt paused. "Please tell me you've watched Bring It On, the original and not those crappy sequels?"
Rachel scoffed. "Of course I have, Kurt. Just because I have watched practically every musical that was ever made into a movie, does not mean that I have not invested some of my time delving into the typical movies our generation flock to. I still prefer my musicals over them, but what can I say?"
Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Well, then you understand perfectly what I am saying then?" When he saw Rachel nod her head, he inwardly sighed in relief. That was probably the fastest b.s. he's ever come up with. It wasn't as though he didn't like Rachel. It's just that he had characterized Rachel into two distinct character types. There was the Rachel from glee club who is a pain in the ass. Who is selfish, manipulating, annoying, and loud. Then there was the Rachel outside of glee who is kind, supportive, and fun to be around. He knew that she could end up being one of his good friends if they weren't so similar. They both wanted things too much, and they both went for what they want with all that they got. If Kurt had to be honest, the two of them were more or less the same person, and that is what makes it so difficult to be around her so much. The world won't tell her that it isn't okay to want to be on broadway. The world won't tell her she shouldn't sing certain songs because they were traditionally sung by females. The world won't tell her it isn't right for her to get married to the man she would end up wanting to spend the rest of her life with.
"So what you're saying is that we are friends only when we aren't competitors?" Rachel asked to clarify.
"Yes, Rachel, that is exactly what I am saying. We hang out together, but in the end we are still competition to each other. Therefore, our friendship is different." Kurt replied, trying not to sound impatient.
"Oh okay. So you don't hate me?" She questioned apprehensively, as though the answer would impact her on some greater level that he wasn't aware of.
Kurt's eyes grew big as he pondered the answer to that question. He knew that there were many times that he wanted to burn every animal sweater she owned, stuff one of her argyle knee socks down her throat to shut her up, and just wanted to grab her by the shoulders to knock some sense into her. But hate her? "No, I do not hate you. That is the honest truth. You may do things that I hate, but hating you specifically had never crossed my mind."
Rachel took a sigh of relief and a smile spread across her face. "Thank god. That would of made things more complicated than it should be. I mean, what with…" She trailed off.
"What with what?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Nothing, nothing! Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter right now." She empathetically said.
Kurt didn't believe her for a moment. However, his head was starting to ache due to this conversation. And, he promised Blaine that he would meet him at the Lima Bean after glee. Taking a look at his Iphone, he saw that if he didn't leave now, he would be late. "So, can we go now?" Kurt asked after a moment.
"Yeah, sure. Come on." Rachel replied brightly, taking his hand in hers as they walked out of the classroom and into the hall.
Kurt didn't know why, but the action made him feel a bit uneasy. Well, not uneasy really, it just felt familiar. He was still puzzled by the feeling when the two of them walked out of the school. "Well, bye Rachel." He said as he walked away to his car.
"Bye, Kurt!" She responded with her smile larger than before. "Have fun!"
It wasn't until Kurt pulled out of his parking space that he realized that it was odd of Rachel to tell him to have fun when she had no idea what his plans were for after school. The only person who knew about Blaine in New Directions was Mercedes, so why would Rachel say that? 'Oh god, I need to stop obsessing over this. It's just Rachel, when does anything she say or do make any sense?' He reassured himself as he made his way to the Lima Bean.
*-Break-*
Kurt knew as soon as he suggested it that asking Mercedes to hang out with him and Blaine while they went to Breadstix would be a bad idea. It's just that he felt bad for ditching his plans with Mercedes twice in a row, and he wanted Mercedes' opinion on Blaine. And it was not because of his more than platonic feelings towards the boy (which were unfortunately growing exponentially every time he saw Blaine), at least that was what Kurt was trying to convince himself of. He just wanted his two friends to get along even though they were from two rival glee clubs. When Kurt had said he didn't want another Jesse-Rachel situation, he really meant it. Slowing allowing his fellow glee club members meet Blaine seemed like a good idea.
It wasn't Kurt's fault that there was still so much to learn about his new friend that throughout the night, he often forgot that Mercedes was with them. He had never had someone who understood him as well as Blaine did. He loved talking to the girls in glee club, but they don't know half the crap he went through. And it wasn't just the locker shoves or slushy facials, it was the whole thing with Karofsky as well. He had to go to school everyday with a homophobic bully that violated him, took something so precious away from him. They don't know what it's like to be afraid to go to school everyday, to lie to their dads everyday when he asks how his day went because they don't want to worry their fathers. They. Don't. Know. Kurt knew he should feel bad about making Mercedes feel like the third wheel, but he just couldn't. Having Blaine in his life made it hundred times better than it was before, and he would not let anything or anyone get in the way of their relationship. Whatever the relationship may end up being.
This is what was going through his mind as both he and Blaine left Breadstix.
"Hey," Blaine asked hesitantly. "Can you drop me off at my house?"
Despite only knowing the boy for two weeks, Kurt knew something was wrong with him. Blaine didn't seem the type to be anxious. "Didn't you bring a car?" Kurt questioned, confused.
Blaine shook his head no. "I was dropped off here by my sister," he replied.
"Oh, sure. Let's go. You'll have to tell me the directions." Kurt answered with a smile.
"Yeah, no problem." Blaine said.
Throughout the entire car ride to Blaine's house, Kurt couldn't help but notice how fidgety Blaine was. He drummed his fingers against his thigh, he kept straightening the collar of his blazer, and he checked his phone multiple times in the past five minutes. "Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asked as took a quick glance to check on him.
He would later remember this moment tonight when he is in bed, and would think that he never saw anyone jump that high in surprise while sitting down before."What? Oh yeah, I'm good. Just swell. Yeah." Blaine responded breathlessly, with a strained grin on his face.
"If you say so," Kurt said slowly. "I need to know your street address."
"Oh, right. It's Mason Ave." Blaine answered softly.
"Mason Ave. Really?" Kurt asked surprised. "A friend of mine lives on Mason. What's your house number?" He had visited Rachel last year at her house when he was giving her that fake makeover. His path could have unintentionally passed with Blaine's and he didn't even know it. They could have known each other far longer than two weeks by now. 'Maybe Rachel knows him and they are friends? Would that be a good thing or a bad thing?'
Kurt was pulled out of his inner musings when Blaine let out a deep breath. "Yeah, I know your friend lives on Mason."
"You know Rachel Berry then?" He asked as he made the right turn onto the street.
"Yeah, you can say that." Blaine replied heavily.
"Well, what is your house number?" Kurt didn't know why Blaine seemed to suddenly fall into himself. Did he and Rachel have issues between them? Would him knowing Rachel make Blaine not want to be friends with him anymore? Countless, horrible scenarios kept playing through his mind.
"Kurt, I probably should have told you this after I found out who you were. My house number is 10." Blaine said meekly.
"10? Your house number is 10? But that's where Rachel lives. Uh, what am I missing?" 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Kurt thought in desperate confusion.
"It means, Kurt, that I'm Rachel Berry's younger brother." Blaine responded straightforwardly.
"Younger brother? You are Rachel Berry's younger brother. Rachel Berry is your sister? What the heck? This is not computing in my mind right now." Kurt exclaimed in astonishment.
"Our dads used two different surrogates when they decided they wanted children. They had already picked Shelby, but my biological mother needed the money so she asked them to use her as a surrogate as well. So Rachel was born ten months and two-and-a-half weeks before me." Blaine explained carefully.
"But, you're a senior. I thought you were a senior." He knew that he wasn't making any sense at all right now. But this was like a bomb-shell of a confession, pardon him for sounding completely deranged at the moment.
Blaine gave a short laugh. "Kurt, I'm a sophomore. Where did you get the idea that I was a senior?"
"I don't know! I just, you were just, you seemed wise and more mature. Sorry." Kurt felt like an idiot. A complete and total idiot. All this time he thought that Blaine was older than him. It seemed like the world picked today to throw him all these curve balls without supplying him with a baseball bat.
"Don't apologize. I am actually flattered you thought that I was older than you." Kurt just shrugged. He needed some time to process all this new information. Luckily Blaine's (and Rachel's, oh god!) house was at the very end of the street. Kurt slowly pulled into the driveway, placed the car in park, and turned off the car.
Blaine didn't get out of the car right away. Instead he stayed inside, where an uncomfortable silence had surrounded the two of them. "Kurt, is this too weird for you?" He asked as he turned to face Kurt. "If it is, I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't want to be friends with one of your friend's younger brother." He finished hopelessly.
Kurt looked at the dejected expression on the younger (younger? Seriously?) boy's face. "It's fine. I swear. It's just not at all what I was expecting. It does, however, explain why Rachel has been giving me these bright looks lately."
"Oh god, those looks. Just ignore them. I love my sis to bits, but I understand how hard she is to handle sometimes." Blaine laughed.
"So, how does that work out? You and Rachel being siblings and all." Seeing the raised eyebrow and mischievous smirk on Blaine's face, Kurt realized how his previous question could be taken as. "That's not what I meant! I mean, what's the story there."
"Well," Blaine started. "Shelby was already pregnant when my biological mom asked our dads to use her as a surrogate as well. She needed the money to support my uncles and grandmother. So they helped her out. I am only ten months and two-and-a-half weeks under than Rachel. And that's that."
"If you and Rachel are the same age, why are you a sophomore." Kurt asked curiously.
Blaine started playing with his hands again, something that Kurt had come to realize he does whenever he's anxious or nervous. "Transferring from my old school to Dalton, I didn't have enough credits. I had to redo my freshman year." He replied quietly.
Kurt didn't say anything in response to that right away, but he did take one of Blaine's hand in his own to show that he understands. 'He must of been quite nervous to admit that. I can feel his hand still shaking,' thought Kurt. "Well, I guess I can get used to the fact that two of my friends are related. One question though." Kurt stated after a moment.
"What?" Blaine asked confused.
"How the heck are your dads dealing with the two of you going against each other for sectionals?" Kurt wondered.
"Kurt, we have been competing against each other since we were in diapers. I think our dads have gotten used to it by now." Blaine winked, with an amused smirk on his face.
And no, it did not make Kurt's heart beating faster than normal.
*-Break-*
As Kurt saw Mercedes leave after their heart to heart, Kurt couldn't help but feel better. Despite it all, Mercedes was still the first person to ever be nice to him and become his friend. He would always have a special place in his heart for her that no one could replace. Besides, he needed to tell her all about how Blaine and Rachel are related. If there was someone who would share his utter surprise at the revelation, it would be her. Not only that, but he may need some advice on how to make sure he stays on the good side of both Anderson-Berry siblings. He couldn't help but look forward to talking to Mercedes all about it later.
The happy feeling that Kurt was feeling suddenly plummeted when he saw Karofsky heading towards him. "Question for you. Tell anyone else about how you kissed me?" Karofsky harshly whispered, looking around to see if anyone was paying any attention to their conversation.
"You kissed me, Karofsky." Kurt corrected. "And I understand how hard this is to deal with so no, I haven't told anyone."
Karofsky glared at him. "Good. Keep it that way, because if you do, I'm gonna kill you." He walked away down the hall, leaving Kurt immobile.
AN: Yay guys! I finally updated. This is wonderful because none of my fics have passed the three chapters mark. This is the first one!
I know that I left out a lot of the episode. I will tend to do that from time to time and really hope you guys aren't disappointed. I just really want to focus on the Blaine-Kurt-Rachel dynamic of it all. If that is is a problem, please message me or send me a review. I would love to hear your ideas. They may end up being better than mine!
So, Kurt finally knows that Blaine is Rachel's brother. I cannot wait to do the chapters for Dalton because I would be able to put my spin on things. Right now, like I've mentioned, I really want to go with the show for the most part.
Hope you guys are still liking the fix. I love reviews and any feedback. And as always, thanks for reading! Have a good morning/afternoon/night! :]