A/N: Still don't own Glee... gah :( Just would like to say... Klaine sex riot.
Delia had been at McKinley for a couple of weeks, and had made the stereotypical group of friends and enemies that came with being in glee club. Most of the glee club liked her, though she confused Brittany. She used a few too many long words.
One day, after school, Blaine went back to Delia's house with her. They walked in the door together.
"Hey, you can dump your stuff in my room. Come on." Delia said, leading Blaine to her bedroom.
"Here?" Blaine asked. Delia nodded. She then yelled out.
"Thomas?" she yelled. Soon, a little boy of about four peeked his head around the door.
"Hey, Thomas." Delia smiled. The little boy's eyes lit up and he ran towards Delia.
"Mommy!" he said, hugging her tightly. Blaine's eyes widened as Thomas and Delia let go of their embrace.
"Delia, I didn't know you..." Blaine said. Thomas looked at Delia.
"Good boy. Here's your lollipop." She said, handing him the sweet and watching him bounce out the room.
"Calm down, B. He's my cousin." Delia smirked.
"Oh my gosh, don't scare me like that!" Blaine said. Delia smiled.
"You haven't changed that much, have you?" Delia asked.
"What?" Blaine asked.
"You never blasphemed in my house when you came over. It's alright, my mother isn't here anymore." Delia said.
"Oh... yeah." Blaine said.
"Here, I'll introduce you to my aunt, Chloe." Delia said, taking Blaine's hand and leading him out into the kitchen.
"Aunt Chloe?" Delia called. As she did, a woman turned around. She looked not much older than 30. Her hair was a dark, chestnut brown and she was of average height.
"Hey, D, what's up?" the woman said.
"Aunt Chloe, this is Blaine." Delia said. Chloe walked over to him, walking in a circle around him, sizing him up.
"Delia's told me all about you." Chloe smiled.
"Oh, has she?" Blaine asked, looking over at his friend. Delia shrugged.
"We're just going to chill in my room, okay?" Delia asked.
"Sounds good. I'll be in with fruit punch and rice krispie squares soon, okay, muffin?" she asked. Delia laughed.
"Sure." She smiled. Blaine followed Delia back into her room and watched as she flopped down on the bed.
"So, we have an awful lot to catch up on." Delia smiled. Blaine took a seat on Delia's desk chair, crossing his legs.
"What do you want to know?" Blaine asked.
"How long have you and Kurt been going out?" Delia asked.
"A few months, I suppose." Blaine shrugged.
"A short enough period of time that means you still blush when you talk about him." Delia smiled, looking over at Blaine.
"Pssht. I'm not blushing." Blaine said.
"Sure you're not." Delia smiled.
"What about you? Anyone special?" Blaine asked.
"Not really. I had a boy who looked promising, but he decided it was a good idea to take me to his fundamentalist church on our second date. Too many people who would get on too well with my mother." Delia chuckled.
"Oh, that's a good idea. Take the bisexual atheist to church. That's pure genius." Blaine said. Delia smiled.
"And… there was this one girl. Over Spring Break, just before I came out here." Delia said, closing her eyes and smirking.
"Sorry. Not much use in that department." Blaine said, throwing his hands up.
"I'm not very good at using my gay best friend perks, am I?" Delia asked. Blaine laughed.
"That's what I missed about you, D." Blaine said.
"What's that?" Delia asked back.
"Everyone else I know, except Kurt, avoids the fact that I'm gay like it's some sort of contagious disease." Blaine said. Delia grinned.
"Yeah, I caught gay off of you, Blaine. Because that totally makes sense. Just ask the homophobes." Delia smirked.
"I'm sure that's it." Blaine nodded.
"Definitely." Delia replied.
"So, I'll try to be of some help. What was this girl like?" Blaine asked. Delia sat up and pulled her legs up to her chest.
"Her name was Elyse. She had long, flowing, sandy blonde hair. She smelt like summer and felt like God knows what. She was a good foot taller than I was, rake thin and her boobs looked like mosquito bites." Delia giggled, her eyes closed in reminiscence. Blaine smirked.
"So, what happened?" Blaine asked.
"We just…clicked. And we eventually got together. We rented out a hotel room down in Florida, a dingy little motel was all we could afford. We sat around and listened to the local radio station ramble on about how it was too hot, every so often they'd play some indie song and we'd sing along because she, like me, knew way too many indie songs." Delia said.
"How many is too many?" Blaine asked.
"Two." Delia said, matter-of-factly.
"Fair enough." Blaine smirked.
"Anyway… we sat around for a few days, you know, nothing much happening… then she kissed me. We hadn't done anything, but she just kissed me. It felt… right. And then she did the whole 'I want to take it to the next level' sorta thing." Delia said, sitting up slightly, her eyes saddening.
"Oh, God." Blaine said. He recognised that look. It was the same look she gave when her cat was hit by a car and when her mother had snapped her limited edition CD of 'Disintegration' by The Cure.
"So, we… you know… did… stuff. I really don't want to go into that. But… you know, we did stuff, and then… she told me. She looked me in the eye, after I'd bared my soul to her, and said that she'd come out to Spring Break to experiment. And that she wasn't sure she liked girls." Delia said, biting her lip.
"Oh, God, D…" Blaine said.
"So, she left, and I stayed in bed for a good three days. I didn't cry… I was just in shock. I went home and then moved back down here, trying to come to the last place I had happy memories." Delia said.
"This is the last place you had happy memories?" Blaine asked.
"There's a reason Pennsylvania isn't called the 'Happy Memories State'." Delia smirked.
"Fair enough." Blaine smirked.
"Anyway, enough of that. When did you cut your hair?" Delia asked, jumping to her feet and looking at Blaine's now shorter hair.
"Not long after you left." Blaine said.
"Good boy." Delia said, punching Blaine playfully in the arm.
"Well, thanks." Blaine said, looking around Delia's room. He looked at all the posters on her walls. She had The Cure, The Dandy Warhols, Lily Allen, Kasabian, The Kooks, The Beatles and Rolling Stones posters strewn around.
"Well, at least your aunt gives you more range than your mom did with posters. Only Bible quotes you were allowed to have, right?" Blaine asked.
"Well, for a while. That was until I went through the Bible and found all the swear words and put those up. Do you know how many times the word 'whore' comes up?" Delia asked. Blaine chuckled and shook his head.
"No clue." Blaine smirked.
"Well, it's a lot." Delia smiled. As she did, Thomas came into her room once more.
"Hey, Delia?" Thomas asked.
"What up, Tom?" she asked, patting her lap for Thomas to come and sit on her. He did so and whispered in her ear.
"Is that Blaine?" he whispered. Delia smiled.
"Yeah, that's Blaine." Delia smiled. Thomas smiled widely at Blaine before leaving the room.
"He's very cute." Blaine said. Delia nodded.
"I know." Delia smiled. The two continued to talk until Blaine was picked up to go home. They may not have talked about everything they needed to catch up on, but they came pretty damn close.
