Somewhere Only We Know Chapter 4: Left to Remember, a glee fanfic

Glee club on Monday afternoon was particularly interesting, for two different reasons. I received many awkward and unkind looks from Kurt, and I got to perform a steamy rendition of Whatever Lola Wants from Damn Yankees, an old favourite of one of my dad's.

"That was… really interesting, Rachel," Mr. Schuester said, giving me a very eyebrow-y look. "Um, may I ask you… why you chose such a song?"

I smiled widely and nodded. "Well, certain events call for certain measures," I replied quickly, giving Kurt a sideways glance, though he just looked down, his jaw tightening. He didn't understand; someone was after Blaine. With a deep breath, I sat back down and smiled warmly at Finn who told me quietly that I had done an excellent job.

"Huh. Alright," Mr. Schue said in the same tone, and quickly turned to Quinn, a smile on his face suddenly. "And… for once, Miss Fabray, you said you had a s - ."

"I. AM SO. SORRY."

Everyone turned quite suddenly at the sound of someone coming into the room, and though I am usually quite composed and level-headed, I will admit that this quite shocked me.

Quinn wanted to step forward with a solo? That hadn't happened since… well, a long time, which is definitely for sure. I gave her a look and decided to take a look at the figure everyone had their eye on.

"It's about time a ginger joined Glee club…" Santana said quietly, crossing her legs coyly at the sight of the new male figure. Everyone snickered at her, but he gave her an awkward glance and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, thank you, Santana..." Mr. Schue said quickly, crossing his arms over his chest and turning towards the new – ginger – boy. "But… I don't mean to be rude, but… who are you? Auditions were over… last week."

"Uh – right. Right, sorry, I'll - ."

"HOLD ON."

Everyone jumped. Santana was staring Mr. Schuester straight in the eye, her arms crossed and her ballet flat dangling off of her toes, her legs crossed. Mr. Schue rose his eyebrows at her, waiting for her to speak. She gave the gin… redhead boy a confused frown, but then a smirk ran over her lips. "Um, speak again?"

"I'm sorry?"

Oh. Now we knew what she was speaking about.

"Oh. He's fucken British, Mr. Schue," Santana blurted out, now looking at Mr. Schuester again.

"Santana! Language!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but why does it matter that he has an accent?" Tina spoke up, looking around in a confused manner.

"Do you know Mary Poppins?" Brittany asked.

"What?" the boy asked, looking completely bewildered.

"He has to sing, Mr. Schue. He has to audition before he joins!" I shouted.

"I don't care what he does. As long as his mouth his open, I am perf - ."

"OKAY, SANTANA." Mr. Schue yelled, the veins in his neck pulsing for a moment. Everyone fell silent and watched the teacher as he looked at the new boy curiously. "Okay… what's your name?"

"Er, Henry… Henry Raines."

Santana chuckled, and Mr. Schue gave her a look. "What now, Miss Lopez?"

"When it Raines, it pours," she said, a grin on her face and a shrug in her shoulders. Everyone laughed quite loudly. Even Mr. Schuester grinned widely and Henry seemed to just watch everyone in amusement.

"I've heard it before, trust me," he said, with break in his voice as he laughed. "Um, I'm willing to audition… obviously."

Mr. Schuester nodded quickly and without any notice, Henry pulled a guitar out of nowhere as if it were a rabbit out of a hat and Santana twitched slightly in her seat but kept her mouth shut. Henry looked around at everyone, and his eyes settled on Quinn for a moment. Obviously.

A single rose left to remember
As a single tear falls from her eye
Another cold day in December
A year from the day she said goodbye

Seems it's only been a moment
Since the angels took him from her arms
And she was left there holding on to their tomorrow
But as they laid him in the ground
Her heart would sing without a sound

For the first time you can open your eyes
And see the world without your sorrow
And no one knows the pain you left behind
And all the peace you could never find
Is waiting there to hold and keep you
Welcome to the first day of your life
Just open up your eyes

A single lifetime lays behind her
As she draws her final breath
Just beyond the door he'll find her
Taking her hand he softly says

Just open up your eyes as I lay you down tonight
Safe on the other side, no more tears to cry

His voice was soft and husky, and left all the girls with their jaws dropped. Mike looked at Tina, who had one hand on the side of her face, blocking Mike from her view. He cocked an eyebrow and rolled his eyes a little. Artie looked down at his girlfriend, and I say down because Brittany had somehow ended up sitting on the floor cross-legged at some point during Henry's performance and had braided all of the hair on the right side of her head. She gazed up at Henry, smiling sweetly. "You must be an angel. A ginger angel. Like cinnamon sugar!"

"What she means to say, Henry, is… welcome to the New Directions!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed, his usual wide smile on and stretching out his arms. Henry grinned and pumped a fist. Finn welcomed him with a man-half-hug-half-clap-your-back type thing and Henry took a seat between him and Quinn. She smiled a little and her eyes shifted sideways to where the boy sat now. "Now, Quinn… you had a solo?" She looked back at Mr. Schue suddenly and blushed a little, her cheeks stretching with a grin that was nearly uncharacteristic for Miss Quinn Fabray.

"Oh – no, Mr. Schue. It was just a dumb Disney song. I… couldn't possibly follow that," Quinn said, smiling at Henry sweetly. "You did a good job." Henry smiled back at Quinn without hesitation.

"Ah, thanks, miss. Quinn, is it?" She nodded. "I'm Henry." Quinn gave him a nod and turned away before they decided to go any further in the middle of a Glee club meeting.

"Okay, you two… can we move on?" Mr. Schue asked. The two of them nodded quickly and it was fairly obvious that Quinn was holding back a grin. "Alright. Sectionals. Last year was amazing, we won, but of course you know that!" Mr. Schuester said, laughing. A few people high-fived each other, but I sat still and listened carefully. "So. Not only will we be facing Dalton again, but also their sister school, Crawford."

"Whoa – what? I thought stuff like that wasn't aloud?" Finn choked. Mr. Schue simply shrugged and looked at the younger man.

"It happened. They were persuaded."

I bit my lip and looked at Kurt. Somehow something told me I knew how Crawford had gotten in with Dalton. However, whether I should tell Kurt about Ricky just yet was still an argument I was having with myself. Yet Kurt seemed perfectly at ease, even as Mr. Schue continued to talk about Dalton and possible strategies to beat them again.

Blaine stood in the courtyard, blazer folded over his arm, as the day was warm and the sun was bright and birds could be heard singing from some unseen place. It was now 12:42, and the plans had been made for 12:30. Blaine was not pleased.

The courtyard was the one place where the property of Dalton and the property of Crawford met. Right where these two school properties met was a large fountain, the statue in the middle nearly eight feet tall and four feet in width. It was an attractive fountain; Blaine had always admired the work on the statue when he found himself roaming the exterior of the school. It contained many birds, some of them identical to Pavarotti, and many hummingbirds, being the mascot of Crawford. The statue was some form of a tree, though it didn't look exactly like a tree unless you looked at it from the correct angle. Blaine looked at it for a moment and breathed deeply, until he heard a chipper voice from off in the distance. There she was; Ricky Barrett, running his way in her Crawford uniform… wearing four-inch heels?

"Hi, Bee!" Ricky shrieked, throwing her arms around Blaine as she approached. He made a low 'erghh' sound as she had knocked some air out of him, but he hugged her back and a smile grew over his face. "How're you? I'm sorry I'm late, we got held back in class." Ricky gave him a sweet smile and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't worry about it. Where did you want to go for lunch? I was thinking maybe we - ."

"Wait!" Ricky said quickly, digging through her bag. "I thought… since this is the first time we have hung out since we were, like, children, basically… that I bring back the old times." Ricky grinned and finally, she pulled out a small bag that contained two sandwiches, and Ricky did not need to say another word for Blaine to know exactly what they were.

"No fucking way, Victoria. You didn't. You did not," Blaine said, his mouth dropped open, laughing lightly in breathy little waves, admiring the bag Ricky held in her hands. She swayed it gently before him.

"Smell it. Smell the sandwiches… the peanut butter, jelly, bananas and honey with a… hint of cinnamon!" Ricky said in a singsong voice. Blaine laughed and took hold of the bag, staring at the sandwiches as if they were an old friend.

"Wow… I can't believe you did this. This means a lot," Blaine said, looking up at Ricky again. She looked at him smugly.

"Please, this wasn't all for you. I wanted one to," she chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the fountain. Blaine did the same and pulled the bag open. Instantly, the smell of peanut butter and cinnamon invaded all of his senses.

"You know, I told the guys about this once… They think it's disgusting," Blaine said, chuckling as he took a bite into his and let the doughy sandwich roll around on his tongue. Ricky pulled her own out of the bag and cocked an eyebrow at Blaine.

"I know what's disgusting… what the hell have you done to your hair, Mr. Anderson? It looks like you've Crisco-ed the shit out of it," Ricky said with a snort, going for Blaine's hair. He dodged quickly and grabbed hold of her wrist.

"No! No touching of the hair," Blaine said with a smile. Ricky gave him a playful frown and stared at his hair for a few more seconds until taking the first bite into her sandwich. "So… Ricky… what's going on? Why are you back?"

Ricky's eyes dashed here and there for a few seconds, but her expression remained solemn. Blaine frowned, displeased with her sudden seriousness. "I told you, we came back because we wanted to come home," she said quickly before taking another larger bite of her sandwich.

Blaine smiled to himself and wiped some peanut butter off his lip. "No… that's why your parents came back. Why are you here?"

Her green eyes were suddenly staring into him, and for a second Blaine thought she was about to pounce on him or something. "A lot happened in Greece, Blaine. It was… a lot. Too much, which, for me, is… a lot? I needed to come home… I needed to see you," Ricky said. She looked at him and all she could see was the fourteen year old boy she knew and loved. Yes, Ricky had always loved Blaine. He was like the brother she never had, but as they gotten older, and as Ricky had begun puberty just before she left for Greece, feelings had grown.

"What happened?" Blaine asked.

"I sort of lost myself again, Blaine. I got back into the things I was into before and I couldn't stop myself."

Blaine buried his face in his hand and breathed deeply. How could she have gotten herself into that trouble again? She had been only thirteen when everything had started… the drugs, the drinking, the leaving home and not returning for as long as five days sometimes. Ricky looked down and smiled. "I'm getting better, though. Being home has helped." Blaine dropped his hand and looked back up at Ricky, and he quickly returned the smile.

"Really?" he asked. She nodded and blinked a few times before wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him close into a hug.

"Ugh, Blaine… it's so good to see you. It's like nothing's changed," Ricky said quietly, and she felt Blaine wrap both his arms around her and give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm your bro, Rick. I'm here forever," he said quietly. Though Blaine was glad Ricky was back, and healthy, he couldn't help but get the feeling that they saw two different things coming out of her return. While he was sure they would be able to catch up and perhaps become as close as they had been way back when, Blaine was almost 100% sure that the crush Victoria had had on him was now renewed, and maybe even stronger than it had been before.

Notes: Okay so I know everyone is reading for Klaine, and I promising you, Klaine is coming! This is the build up for their next confrontation. And I know everyone probably hates Ricky because she already seems like a peppy, evil little bitch, but please wait... she's just stupid, and Blaine truly cares about her. But thats all I'm telling you! Read on and please review because I LOVE reviews and I take theme requests which means if you are super nice about it and ask for something or someone to be in the story (and it fits with the story... Kurt's not gonna start dating Finn out of nowhere) then I will certainly consider (: