A/N: Hey everyone! So, compared to my last writing, hopefully this will be much more exciting to read. I'm not depressed anymore (yay!). I'm actually incredibly happy. I was just having some really bad relationship issues that week. Oh well. No big. Anywho, I've come back to this story, because for the short time I was working on it, it got some pretty good feedback. We're gonna see another OC in here. Oh yes.

Moby's back!

Also, I don't know if you guys have heard of my audio book thing. Have you ever heard of the fic Syrup and Honey by LauGS? If yes, then you'll enjoy my news. If no... GO READ IT, THEN! I am currently working on it as an audio book! I dunno if you've already heard about this or not, but if you haven't, cool! Go check it out on my YouTube channel. My username is danfan099. If you have heard about it, tell me what you think of it. I'd love some feedback.

In the meantime, enjoy some more of Blaine and his life. :D

I needed to clean this place.

Seriously. It looked like a tornado ran through it, followed by a roaring T-Rex. Who was uppercutting a Play-Doh can. Well, it is a Monday. And I do have nothing going on.

So, that how I ended up on my hands and knees, cleaning the kitchen/dining room floor. Scrubbing dirt off of tiles was definitely not my strong suit. I guess my dreams of becoming a male housekeeper have died with the mud on my scrub brush. How tragic.

"Need some help there?"

This is why I should have moved the table, too.

I banged my head on the underside of the dingy plank of wood, shouting as I collided with it. I guess you could say I have a habit for bumping into things when I hear loud or unexpected noises. I'm amazed I'm still intact.

I rubbed some feeling back into my skull as I came out from underneath the wood. I set my scrub brush down, and squinted at the shorter person leaning on the door frame.

A shorter person with short, straight brown hair and a slightly cocky grin that I recognized almost too easily.

"Moby?"

Her smile turned sweet, and she walked forward towards me. She probed the bump on my head with the lightest touch. "Still banging into things I see, big brother?"

"Moby!" I exclaimed again, and I wrapped my little sister in my arms and swung her around, despite the pounding ache in my head.

Several hugs and a cup of tea later, we were sitting on the couch, sipping out of two mismatched mugs, when I asked the big question. "Mobes, you know I love seeing you, and I don't object to you walking into my house unannounced, but why exactly are you here?"

Moby sighed, setting down her tea and curling her knees into her chest, her smile turning to a sad grimace. "Well, you know how I went to UCLA to be closer to Puck, and to get my English degree, right?"

I nodded as I sipped my tea, and she continued. "Well, Puck and I broke up about two weeks ago."

I almost spat hot tea all over the couch. "What?!"

She shrugged. "We agreed that we just didn't fit anymore. I may have helped him grow up, but he's more of a free spirit who likes flings with older women, and I prefer to be in a committed relationship."

I nodded. Puck and Moby had always been great together, but he was more of the MILF type, not the younger, committed type. "I can see your point. But why didn't you stay for school?"

Moby shrugged. "I didn't want to go anymore. Being an English major just wasn't my thing. So, I finished the semester, and dropped out a few months ago. I told Mom, and although she was a bit confused, she told me I could make my own decisions. I decided..." she took a deep breath. "I want to start performing again."

I almost choked on my tea this time. "You're going to be Madeline again?!"

Her eyes went wide. "No! No, no, not at all! Madeline's far behind me now. I want the world to meet Moby instead."

I nodded, thinking that over. "That's a wonderful idea, Moby. That still doesn't explain why you're here..."

She blushed, looking down. "Well... I need a place to stay while I'm getting my life in order...And I need a job... so..."

I sighed, shaking my head as a chuckle escaped my lips. "Moby, you're my little sister. Of course you can stay with me. And I've been in need of some help around the shop, anyway."

The smile that lit up her face made me realize just how right my decision was.

She jumped at me, latching her arms around my neck and squeezing tightly as I held her around the waist. "Thank you so so so much, Blaine! I owe you huge!"

I shook my head as she released me. "No, you don't. I need some company in this place. Bean's nice, but..." I looked over at my fluffy dog, who had been sleeping since he woke me up this morning. "He's not exactly entertaining company, if you get what I mean."

She giggled, then kissed my forehead, hugging me again. I forgot how much I missed my baby sister.

Suddenly, the phone began to fill the silence with it's incessant ringing. I released Moby again and reached for it, pressing the answer button.

"Hello?" I asked casually. This wasn't the office phone, so I could just answer it calmly.

"Hey, Blaine? It's Natalie."

I smiled as Moby took our cups back to the kitchen. "Hey, Nat! What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you had any special scheduling you wanted for Kurt's guitar lessons."

Oh crap. I had almost forgotten.

Immediately, the face of Natalie's brother filled my mind. He was a bit older than Moby, maybe by a few days or a week, now that I thought about it. And his features and colors and luminescence glowed in my mind, sharper and brighter than ever.

I'd only ever met him once.

Was he supposed to have that big of an impact on me?

Moby waved a hand in front of my face as Natalie said "Blaine? Hello?"

I blinked a few times, swatting Moby's hand away as I continued speaking. "Sorry. I'm here. I just zoned out for a moment."

Natalie sighed over the phone. "Oh, okay. Well, uh... When do you want to come teach Kurt some things? He's free when you're free."

I bit my lip. "Well, my sister just came to live with me, so I'll be helping her get settled. And the office is still being worked on... Would Wednesday work?"

"Yeah, Wednesday should work just fine!" Natalie exclaimed. "We'll look forward to seeing you."

"Kay, thanks Nat."

We said our goodbyes, and I turned back to my sister, who was looking at me with a confused stare.

"What was that a second ago?" she asked, eyeing me.

I felt really small under her scrutiny. She may be two years younger physically, but she's ten years older and wiser mentally. "Well, that was Natalie, my best customer and guitar student. She was just asking when I could come teach her bro- her. She's uh... missed a couple of lessons."

My near slip-up was not unnoticed. "Her brother, huh?"

I sighed. Nobody should trust me with secrets. "Yes. But you can't say anything about him."

Her eyes lit up excitedly. "Blaine... do you like this brother of hers?"

I gaped like a fish. My sister read me better than an open book that came with a magnifying glass. "I, uh... I..."

Moby smiled. "Relax, Blaine. Let me guess..." She sat back down beside me. "It's complicated, huh?"

I nodded.

"Well, if you really like him, pursue it as well as you can."

I sighed. "I don't even know him, Moby!"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Do you know his name?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Kurt."

She smiled. "That's a nice name. And if you really like him that quick, without knowing him at all... all you need to know is a name. That's how it happened with Puck and I."

I smiled a bit. Moby was always right, no matter what the circumstance it seemed.

I just didn't know if any opportunity would be a good opportunity.

"What's so complicated about him, though? Does he carry a lot of emotional baggage? Does he has some facial deformity?" She paused, a pained expression crossing her face. "Transgendered?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean, he does have some emotional problems, and he has a really long scar that goes across his face, but, umm... He's deaf."

Moby blinked. She reached for her bag, and pulled out a large white book.

Talking With Your Hands, Listening With Your Eyes by Gabriel Grayson.

"What is that?" I asked, taking the book from her hands.

She smiled. "A sign-language book. I took a course on it while I was at UCLA. If you plan on getting this guy, Blaine... You'd better start learning."

A/N: Yep. Moby has returned! I want to explain her story a bit here.
Moby (Madeline Ophelia Bethany Yorker) was adopted by her parents, the Yorkers, back when she was a year old. The Andersons, her biological family, gave her up because they didn't want anymore children. She became a major music star at a young age, and when Blaine found out that she was his sister, he wrote her a letter on her 10th birthday, telling her they'd find each other one day. She came to McKinley in her junior year, after her parents divorce and her fall from stardom, and Blaine knew who she was once they met. His parents wanted nothing to do with her when they found out she was bisexual, so Blaine, hating their intolerance, got emancipated and moved in with Moby and her mother.
Near the end of their junior year, she and Puck started dating, and it lasted all the way up until this story, when she was almost 18. She was 16 when she graduated.

That's as much as I'm going to tell you. I don't think Moby would want me to give too much away for the sake of her wanting to tell the story herself. Anyway... I hope you enjoyed the chapter! That's all I've got for you right now, and I hope it was enjoyed. Now that I have all major plot points figured out, this should be moving a lot quicker.

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~A-Bolt