A/N - So ... this is the last chapter. I don't know how many people actually still read this but thanks to anyone who's stuck by it and thanks to anyone who's reviewed it because reviews are the best encouragement ever. Thanks again guise (: Love you ALL.


The next day in school, Blaine ran off the school bus into the courtyard where Mrs. Hummel and Kurt were getting out of the car.

"Kurt! Mrs. Hummel! Look what I got!" he yelled, rummaging in his backpack for a second before taking out Lizzie doll. Both Mrs. Hummel's and Kurt's eyes lit up, looking at Blaine in amazement before realising the dangers of the item in front of them.

"Blaine?" Mrs. Hummel said and Kurt's eyes still wide, a smile playing on his face in awe of what Blaine had done.

"Oh, and I got you both one of these," Blaine said taking the chocolates out of his pocket, "I ate mine last night." Just as Blaine finished speaking, Ms. Sylvester's rickety car drove up to the school causing all three parties to panic and hide the things in their hands.

Mrs. Sylvester announced that she would be teaching for Mrs. Hummel today before slowly stepping up the stairs to the school, a smug smile of her face.

In the time it took for Mrs. Hummel to panic, Blaine and Kurt came up with a plan. Mrs. Hummel was a mess, mumbling to herself every two seconds trying to tidy the classroom to ensure everything was in order for Ms. Sylvester.

"Calm down, Mrs. Hummel. It's going to be okay, I promise." Blaine said, dizzy from following Mrs. Hummel around the room.

"You promised you wouldn't go back into that house again." Mrs. Hummel said, eyebrows raised looking at Blaine. A smug smile spread on Blaine's face as he prepared for his announcement.

"I didn't go into the house, I was on the garage roof – I used my special powers." Blaine said, practically bouncing on his feet as he waited for Kurt and Mrs. Hummel to react.

"Powers? You don't have powers, Blaine." Mrs. Hummel shook her head, carrying on with her panicking as Kurt looked at Blaine in awe.

"Powers?" Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded – yes, powers. Signalling to the jug of water on the desk, Blaine used his powers to raise it up in the air without using his hands. Kurt gasped in shock, but Mrs. Hummel who was too busy panicking to acknowledge the strange floating jug simply pushed it back down onto the table. Finally Mrs. Hummel realised and gasped in shock too, causing Blaine to laugh at the likeliness between mother and son's gasps.

Kurt stuck his hand under the jug quickly, testing whether there was anything holding it up. Blaine giggled at Kurt; his cheeks flushing at the idea of Kurt being impressed by him.

"I think I've got them down," Blaine said, "watch this." Pointing his finger, he signalled for every drape in the room to fall down to cover the colourful art projects, putting away everything colourful within eyesight. When he was finished, he turned to look at Kurt first, hoping he hadn't scared him. The look on Kurt's face was priceless, but thank god not afraid.

"No more Mr. Nice Guy." Blaine said, just in time before all of the children came streaming in through the door, Ms. Sylvester storming after them.

Kurt grasped at Blaine's hand, pulling him towards the wall where all of the other children had been ordered to line up. Ms. Sylvester was yelling words, skidding tables across the floor into the walls, storming around with her riding crop. Blaine wasn't concentrating on what she was saying though, he was more bothered by his friends hand in his, shaking with fear from the loud woman's voice. He stroked the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb and received a quick squeeze in return.

Blaine caught the end of the conversation Ms. Sylvester was having with the rest of the children.

"... my house. I don't know how, I don't know why, I don't know when. But I know a child came."

Mrs. Hummel stood up and walked closer, keeping her eyes on Kurt and Blaine to ensure they weren't acting suspicious. Kurt's hand shook in Blaine's, worry for his friend taking over.

Ms. Sylvester continued on with her rant, but Blaine wasn't really listening. He knew where it was going; he knew that she had found out somehow. However, something gold and shiny caught Blaine's eye from Ms. Sylvester's hand.

"...play a game shall we? Hmm? Who always had a pretty gold pocket-watch hanging from his shirt pocket every day, but doesn't have one there today?" Ms. Sylvester's voice was mockingly high pitched, cruelly imitating the children. She freaked a few out in the process, undoubtedly.

"Who does this disgusting pocket-watch belong to?" Her voice suddenly got frighteningly loud as she threw the watch to her feet, stamping and spitting on it, the crack of the glass and the mechanisms causing Blaine to flinch, this time Kurt stroking Blaine's hand.

"I will personally see that the little slime, pus filled pustule who owns this watch never sees the day of light again," She pointed her riding crop at Blaine, causing him to jump. "You!" she said, ready to yell and scream at him when Mrs. Hummel came up behind her and grabbed her arm.

"It was me who was at your house last night." She said quickly, voice not quite managing to remain calm.

"I broke your arm once, I'll break it again Jenny." Ms. Sylvester twisted her arm, causing her to twist her whole body to accommodate.

"No," Mrs. Hummel yelled, "I'm not seven years old anymore Aunt Sylvester." She twisted her wrist out of her Aunts grasp as the children gasped at the surprise of finding out Sylvester was Mrs. Hummel's aunt.

Mrs. Sylvester grabbed at the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him towards her mumbling some kind of threat. Blaine felt the anger in him and his plan was ready for execution – his powers lifted a piece of chalk and made it write on the chalkboard at the front of the class. Soon enough, everyone had noticed the chalk going to work, writing a message for Sue Sylvester on the board. All of the children tried to decipher the words; "Sue Sylvester, This is Magnus. Give my little girl her house, and her money. Then get out of town. If you don't then I will get you. I will get you like you got me. That is a promise."

All of the children were reciting the words as they appeared on the board, some chuckling at Ms. Sylvester's reactions and the way she held onto her throat in fear of death. The children recited the words like a mantra, as if they were possessed by Magnus – Sue's brother and Jenny's father finally getting his revenge, even if it wasn't entirely real.

Blaine knew what he had to do to ensure Ms. Sylvester did actually get out of town, as the words on the board had stated.

Blaine had frightened Ms. Sylvester so much with her antics that she never returned; chalk flying around, food, toilet rolls, tables, chairs and the idea of her brother's ghost – they were all enough to scare her away forever. Mr and Mrs. Hummel were allowed to move back into Ms. Sylvester's old house with Kurt. Of course Blaine was a frequent visitor.

"Tea time." Mrs. Hummel bought out tea cups, a teapot and some biscuits onto the porch where Kurt and Blaine sat discussing random things as children do.

"Did you know that the mouse's heart beats 650 times a minute?" Blaine said, wide eyes looking straight into Kurt's.

"Really? How did you know that?" Kurt said, amazed at Blaine's knowledge from reading so much.

"I read it in a book. It beats so fast it doesn't sound like it's beating at all. It sounds like its humming." Blaine smiled at Kurt. Mrs Hummel smiled at both boys; they were clearly close after everything they'd been through in the past couple of days.

All three were deep in conversation as a car drove up the drive, unaware that it was Harry and Zinnia Anderson. Zinnia hopped out of the car before it had even come to a standstill, yelling 'Hey, you' at all three of them on the porch.

"Hey, we're leaving. Come on," Zinnia grabbed Blaine's backpack, starting to gather his things from the tables and the porch before grabbing Blaine's arm and pulling him towards the car. "Get in the car. Grab them cookies, come on, and hurry up."

Kurt's face turned down into a frown, panic setting deep in his eyes. He had just become Blaine's friend, they had just gotten close and their friendship had just started developing properly.

"My mommy and I would be happy enough to walk Blaine home later, Ms. Anderson, right mommy?" Kurt said, his eyebrows furrowing together at the way Zinnia was dragging Blaine around.

"No you can't because nobody would be there. We're moving to Guam." Kurt's chin almost hit the floor. Guam? Where the hell was Guam?

"You're moving to Guam?" Kurt said, eyes prickling and threatening to tear up.

"Yeah! We're going on a permanant vaccation." Zinnia pulled Blaine's wrist as she spoke, strutting in her heels over Mrs. Hummel's gravelly driveway.

"Yeah," Harry said, finally getting out of the car, "and we've got to beat the speedboat salesmen to the airport." He grabbed on to Blaine's other hand, the doubled-up force dragging Blaine towards the car.

"But I love it here! I love my school, my friends," Blaine said, trying with all his might to get out of his parent's mean grasps. He caught Kurt's eye; he didn't want to leave his friend. "It's not fair!" Blaine yelled as he pushed his heels into the small stones under his feet.

"I don't care; you're coming with us Brian." Harry continued tugging, his fully-grown adult body pulling more weight than Blaine could ever imagine.

"My name's Blaine. I want to stay with the Hummels." Blaine's eyes were watering and a lump was forming in his throat.

"The Hummels won't want you. Why would she want some snotty, disobedient kid?" Zinnia flipped. She threw Blaine's wrist out of her grasp, almost throwing him to the ground in the process.

"Actually," Blaine heard someone say, "he's a spectacularly wonderful child, and we love him." Mrs. Hummel looked down at Kurt who had allowed a few tears to escape from his eyes. Kurt nodded, eyes fixed onto Blaine as an idea came to him.

"Do something, mommy! Foster him!" Everyone turned to look at Kurt who hadn't spoken throughout the ordeal. Harry and Zinnia Anderson scoffed at the idea, not wanting to allow the hope seep in – they obviously didn't love Blaine. His enthusiasm, talent and wonderfulness were lost on such repugnant people.

"I don't have time for all the legalities." Harry said as he tugged on Blaine once more, pulling him that little bit closer to being lost from Kurt forever.

"I have all the papers here, wait a second." Kurt ran into the house only to emerge less than a minute later with a thick wad of papers, wrinkled from being in his school bag. Mrs. Hummel looked in admiration at her son; when had he done this, how had he done this, where had he gotten them?

"Where did you get those?" she said voice high-pitched as the shock she felt found a way of expressing itself.

"From a book in the library. Blaine took me there the other week and I've kept them ever since." Kurt smiled at his mother, knowing that what he was doing was right.

"Harry, are you hearing this?" Zinnia snatched the papers from Kurt's small hands, inspecting them as if she knew whether they were genuine or not. Harry sighed, obviously battling in his mind about what to do.

"You only have to sign the papers, daddy, that's all." Blaine spat out. This was an opportunity he couldn't let pass; he could get out. He could leave the family he had craved to leave since he had been young.

Unbeknownst to the family and co. argument which had begun outside the Hummel's household, the police were surrounding the area in search for the Andersons.

"Hey, guys. Shut up, I can't hear myself over the sound of all the sirens." Harry said. The fact that the sirens were after him completely bypassed his mind for a second before his eyes went wide in realisation.

"What do you say, honeykins? Do we pass the buck? Get rid of him?" He said in a high-pitched voice to his wife, panic setting in his eyes. Everyone turned to look at Zinnia with Blaine stood next to her with wide eyes. All he could do was hope. Zinnia and Harry shared a look of exasperation before Zinnia simply nodded, giving authority to sign her son away. They may not care about Blaine as much as other parents, but it still hurt a bit to give away your only son.

"You were the only son I ever had, Blaine," Harry said, the corners of his mouth turning down in a frown. "And I didn't understand you one bit." He looked at Zinnia one more time before reaching towards the fostering papers.

"Anyone got a pen?"

Doing possibly the only good thing the Andersons ever did for Blaine, they signed the papers. Kurt guided them to the correct lines, pointing out every space they needed to authorise to make sure Blaine could stay with them.

"You're not going to be callin' us for support payments or anything, are you?" Harry said, clicking the lid back on the pen before shoving the papers back into Blaine's hands. Mrs. Hummel tried her best to hide her distaste at the Anderson's haste to sign away their child, but shook her head despite herself.

"Oh, no. No, we've got everything we need. There might be more papers but I understand completely that money is not to be expected from you," she placed her hand on Kurt's shoulder. "They hardly even pay support payments for him right now even." Mrs. Hummel said to Kurt under her breath.

She couldn't even imagine ever being able to sign her son's life away. Leaving him for a couple of days was hard enough; forever is way too long to be without such a big part of your life.

"Okay. Let's roll." Harry spat as he ran to the car, leaving Blaine in the dust as he drove off. Kurt ran down towards Blaine, thumping into him in a big embrace – tears, tight squeezes and sobs. Blaine wasn't leaving, and better still he was going to live with them. Harry and Zinnia had gotten away, however Blaine got to finally realise that life could be fun. He got to live with Mr and Mrs. Hummel, or Burt and Jenny, and of course Kurt – despite the fact that it might be only for the time being.


Although living with the Hummel's was indeed what was best for Blaine in the short-term. Mrs. Hummel fell ill only a few months after Blaine fully became a member of their family.

The few months after Jenny was diagnosed with cancer were hard on everyone, especially Kurt and Burt Hummel. Blaine loved Jenny, he did. However their relationship, although very deep, wasn't anything in comparison to the husband and wife relationship between Jenny and Burt or the mother and son relationship between Kurt and her. Their bonds were irreplaceable, unique and even Blaine who Jenny saw as her own son couldn't patch up to it.

In the few months where Jenny tackled with the disease, Hiram and Leroy Berry from down the road helped out in every way possible for the whole family. Blaine, not being an actual part of the family despite being welcome spent many afternoons in the Berry household playing 'theatre'or 'dress up'with their daughter, Rachel. Sometimes Kurt would join, however he was more inclined to spend as much time with his mother as possible in her dying months.

Blaine visited, of course. However he was never meant to be a permanent feature in the Hummel household. Jenny and Burt Hummel would always be there to support him; however the plan was to find him an adoption family close-by which could take full responsibility of Blaine as their child.

After Jenny passed away, merely five months after Blaine began living with them full-time; everything seemed to fall to place. Blaine had most of his belongings there already from spending so much time there and he was already welcome whenever he wanted. It was all set – Blaine was to be adopted by the Berry family. Hiram and Leroy were ecstatic, and of course after reassurance that Blaine wouldn't take her place Rachel was happy as ever too.

All of the paper work was sent to the Andersons for them to sign upon Blaine's wishes to become Blaine Berry. Although he knew he was still welcome in the Hummel household with Burt, he never quite felt comfortable without Mrs. Hummel there who had made him feel so welcome in the first place.

Three days after Jenny Hummel's wonderful funeral service, Blaine Anderson became Blaine Berry. Kurt, Rachel and Blaine continued to be the best of friends all through their school years. Kurt and Blaine had always had a weird connection between them – both so in sync, their bond stronger than any friends – it was inevitable for them to get together someday. Kurt and Blaine were in love, brought together by their strange yet special past. Their lives may have distanced them both at some points; however they both came back together, like an elastic band, in the end. And Blaine never had to use his powers again, well, only for the greater good.


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