A/N hi ya'll, S.A.M. here rocking out to 1d (Act My Age is so Niall's song), 5sos, Little Mix and ACDC! Here is the next chap

Enjoy 3

Kurt's P.O.V.

I wake to a cold spot on the bed where Blaine was last night. I look around the room and see black hair plastered down and he is looking at a book with a pen in his hand. I quietly get up and go over to where he was.

"Morning Blaine." I say looking at the sheet of paper. It was a love song; I felt a pang of jealousy rush through me. He maybe has crush in someone. But it's not me I mean who could ever love me, a freak with pasty skin and dresses like a girl. He looks at me and the corners of his mouth turned up, but it could have been imaginary.

"Blaine, Kurt come down for breakfast please?" I hear Rachel call from down the stairs. I reach out for his hand to help him up from the chair. When our hands touched I felt a spark, you know the one I hear in romance novels? There was one quick moment when our eyes met and I felt the urge to kiss him. We walked down to where Rach and 'Cades were.

"Morning boys" Hiram said smiles knowingly at us before turning around to flip the blueberry pancakes. I smile back, then realize me and Blaine were still holding hands. I let go and blush a little but due to my ghost skin I look like a strawberry. I glance over to Blaine to see a light pink colour dance down his cheeks.

"So Kurt, how did you sleep?" Rach asked with a small smile, so soft I barely ever see it like that.

"Fine, thanks Rach" I say and sit at the table next to 'Cades. I take an apple muffin and two blue berry pancakes.

"Blaine you will be in most of either my, Kurt's or Mercedes' classes." Rach said looking at him.

"I think he should go to glee" I slip out before thinking. "I mean glee is the one real safe spot."

"You know Kurt that is not a bad idea, I'll talk to Will and see" LeRoy said before taking a cinnamon, raison bagel.

Blaines P O V

To say worried says the least on what I feel. In two weeks I will be going to a real high school with a boy who has the power to break the walls built over the last several years. I was told many stories involving Rachel; I still don't think I can call her my sister. Her boy friend Finn, whom of which is really tall, well I think so but I'm short. Mercedes is a diva but has a warm heart and stands by her faith but respects those who don't follow one. The holy trinity, the main blond is named Quinn, she had a baby two years ago and went through a stage but now she is back. Then is Santana, as her nickname represents Satan, she can be a real bitch to you but once you get past her cold shell she is a true friend. Also in the same category is Britney, Brit seems like an adorable person, if I was straight I can kind of see it but she seems so sweet. Next is Artie is a handicapped guy with a hip personality and loves to direct. Noah 'Puck' Puckerman is a guy with an infamous Mohawk and he seems to have slept with all the girls there is. Mike and Tina are inseparable, Mike can only sing a little but he can dance like no tomorrow, Tina is an interesting girl, she is adorable and shy but loud and cheerful the next.

But last and not least is an angel name Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. He is over at the Berry's every other day to hang out with the Rach and even when it's just the two of them he still sleeps in my room. When he sleeps he looks so contempt on looking like an angel in my bed. The moment's when he's asleep is when I can write most of my songs but I can't finish that one song, only the chorus.

when I said I wasn't worth your time,

You said,

you are my angel, my savior to be.

My love is your reward; your acceptance is my pride

I decided that I will open one letter twice a month. That will give me one year's worth of letters and I have a feeling that the last on will be the most important.

Dear son,

I am writing this you are one years old, it's your birth a year and about an hour ago, I decided to put your birth certificate in her just in case you don't know. Right now Coop is playing with you, you are his world. If you don't know he is your brother, as a family we agreed that we would not read each other's letters until you are 18. But if we don't we created these so you can get to know us.

As you know these letters are in music books I wrote over the years. Cooper does not like to sing as much as you so I left twenty pages in each for you to write your own musical creations.

I hope you like this, until later,

Alexander Devon Anderson

I realize a sheet of paper that fell when I was reading.

Birth certificate

Blaine Devon Anderson the second son who was born from parents Breanne Dianna Anderson (née Fay) and Alexander Devon Anderson

On February 5, 1995 7 inches and 9 ounces.

Other facts: Black curly hair, mothers hazel eyes and photo above.

I looked at the Picture above and saw me looking up at the camera. Once again I started crying. I grab my real family scrap book and feel a connection I haven't seen it in a while now. I rearrange things so that I can have 25 pages left, one for each letter.

"Blaine, are you ok?" Kurt asked at the door wearing his silk pajama looking at me concerned. I have only said two words to him but he can understand me by my body language. Still I shake my head and then I feel two strong arms around me and I bask in the strength he is giving me.

"Blaine, you are ok, you are no longer alone. You will have me" he said and with that thought in mind i fell into a deep sleep. Dreaming about and angel with blue eyes saving me.

A/N hi S.A.M. here, I hope you like this, now I get to update my kurtbastian.

Holy Blaine's Bowties! This is officially the seconded longest thing I have ever written so far!

Ttyl

Love,

S.A.M.