Kurt's POV

"Oh. My. Freaking. God."

I winced.

"Sam, shut it." Blaine hissed.

"When Mom and Dad see, they're gonna freak!" Sam turned to me. "Did you actually bash his head in while you were having sex?" I went red.

"No, Sam," Blaine scowled. "I got shocked as I heard a gunshot on the TV and thought it was a real gun, so I pulled Kurt with me, and I bashed my head in on the bed." Sam was fighting back a smirk.

"Right." She said. "Anyway, Mom and Dad said that Tea's ready, so you're gonna have to explain that to them." She turned to me again, her face softening. "Hope your brother gets better, Kurt." She kissed my cheek and left Blaine's Room. I stood there, confused.

"Well," I said. "I guess we should go and find some ice."

"Why ice?" Blaine asked.

"Because, Mr Warbler, you're head is swelling, and not in the egostistical way either." Blaine frowned.

"My head's fine...maybe my pants were ruined, but they're in the the wash."

"Blaine, you bashed you head pretty bad on the bed. You've got a bruise that's making your head swell to the size of a melon. You need some ice, or Arnica gel at least, on your head." Blaine shook his head, only to wince slightly. I put my hands on my hips. "Blaine, I'm not going to leave you alone until you do put some gel on your head." Blaine smirked.

"Well, I like the sound of that." Blaine teased, pulling me into his lap. I pulled myself away reluctantly.

"Gel. And not the type you put in your hair." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'll get Julia to take a look at it then."

"Who's Julia?" I asked.

"The maid." I frowned.

"Blaine, whenever Finn leaves his clothes on the floor, and I end up picking it up because he's 'busy', as he calls it, I then tell him what my Mom told me."

"What's that?"

"That we don't have maids or servants in this house." Blaine smirked.

"Well, Julia is our maid. I mean, Sam and I have always seen her as a Maternal figure, but that's beside the point."

"Well, where is she?"

"I don't really know." Blaine said a little sheepishly. "She could be cleaning some of the bedrooms, or helping prepare Tea, or she might be out buying ingredients...oh, or she and Natalie could be down in the kitchens chatting." My mouth dropped. "Too much?" I nodded. "OK, well, let's just find Julia."

I followed Blaine out of his room, not really sure where we were going.

"Where should we check first?" I asked, shutting Blaine's bedroom door behind me.

"Let's try Sam's room."

"Where's that?"

"Down the hall."

Blaine's house (Was it that?) Had so many rooms! I tried counting them, including the rooms I'd been in before, but I gave up after five. I wondered how many of these rooms were bedrooms, and how many were just other rooms.

Blaine pushed Sam's door open. I frowned.

"Don't you think she could be in there?" I asked, not wanting to piss Sam Anderson off. Part of that was because she was one of my newest friends. Another point was that, despite being only thirteen, she looked strong enough to kick the crap out of me. And that was no exaggeration. Blaine shrugged.

"She said Tea was ready. She'll have gone downstairs to help Julia or something. And if by some chance she is in here, she'll only kick our shins in." At the look on my face, he laughed. "I'm kidding, Kurt!"

Sam's room was painted differently to the rest of the house. It was a light green colour, sort of cool green, and she'd stuck photo's up on the wall by her bed. I stepped over a pile of books that were laying on the floor, and had a look at the pictures.

Blaine was grinning at me. Well, Blaine looked about seven, and he was hugging a tiny little girl with small dark bunches tied up with white hairbands. The little girl was wearing a pair of dungarees over a pink T-Shirt, and a pair of white socks, with blue trainers, while grinning, showing gaps in her teeth. Blaine was wearing a Buckeyes shirt that was too big for him, as well as, from what I could see, a pair of jeans. I guessed that the little girl was Sam. It brought a smile to my lips, just looking at this photo.

I looked at another one. Sam looked about nine, and Blaine looked thirteen. I realised, with a bit of horror, that Blaine was in hospital in this one. He was sitting up, with Sam sat under his arm, looking quite relieved. Blaine looked like he was struggling to smile. Sam's eyes looked red. She must of been crying before the picture was taken. Sam was wearing a blue shirt with a pair of jeans. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, as I'd always seen it, although she you could tell she was younger. Blaine was wearing bandages underneath a checked shirt that Sam must of brought him from home.

I looked down at Sam's bed, which I was now standing by. She had light blue bed covers and a very white pillow. Stuffed under the cover, looking snug, was a small teddy. I gently touched the top of it's head, smiling to myself.

"Ah." I heard Blaine say from behind me. He was smiling lightly. "That's Tilly, Sam's friend." I nodded. "It's a bit manky, as she's had it since she was about three months old, but she still sleeps with it every night." I nodded again, and turned back to the wall.

The next picture that caught my eye was one that looked quite recent. It was taken outside, and Sam was sitting there, smiling, her hair down for once, wearing a baseball cap. Next to her, a girl with long dark blonde hair, also wearing a baseball cap, sat there, an arm around Sam's shoulders, smiling, showing a lot of shiny white teeth. The sun seemed to be shining on them. Sam and the girl were wearing tank tops, and shorts. They seemed to be sitting on a picnic blanket.

The one next to that was of the same girl and Sam. This time, they were both sitting, legs crossed, on a bed (I guessed this was Crawford Dorms). They were both wearing Crawford Uniforms. Sam's hair was tied back in it's usual ponytail, and the other girl had long dark blonde curls flowing all around her. I noticed that they were holding hands, their heads close together, black against gold. They seemed to be giggling, their eyes not focused on the camera, but on each other.

I turned to Blaine, who was now standing directly behind me, also looking at the pictures. "Is that Maddie?" Blaine nodded.

"I guess so. Sam did tell me about Maddie when I was at Dalton, and this looks like her according to Sam." I looked back at the pictures.

"Sam must really like her." I noted, looking around to see more photo's of the two. I turned back to Blaine. "Come on, let's find Julia, so that we can sort your head out, Blaine."

We shut Sam's door, making sure nothing looked out of place. If it did, we'd be dead.

"Where next?" I asked. Blaine looked thoughtful.

"Let's try the kitchens."

Blaine lead me quietly down the stairs. His hands felt warm, and I gratefully clung to them. Blaine seemed to notice this, and sqeezed my own hand back. Blaine lead me past the Living Room, and into the Dining Room, where we'd eaten every meal. He took me through a door, and suddenly, I was facing a staircase going downwards.

"Another basement?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He went a little red.

"Kinda. The one we were in last night used to be connected to the kitchens, but then we sorta walled it off." Blaine began to pull me gently down the staircase, so that he was in front of me.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, I used to come down here at night and get lost. Anyway, it was easier for Mom and Dad to find me if I ran down here and hid. They could hear which staircase I was going down, and that was it. I was dead." He sounded a little regretful.

"Why did you used to run?" I asked. He shrugged. It was getting lighter now.

"Well, I hid down here everytime I got sick of them fighting, then shagging each other senseless. When I was younger, before I knew what shagging was, I just hid here so I couldn't hear them yell." His shoulders slumped. "Half the time, they usually yelled at me, and when it wasn't me, they were always yelling at each other about me." He shook his head, as if trying to clear memories. "Anyway, welcome to our Underground Kitchen."

I gaped. The room was spectacularly lit. There was all sorts of cooking appliances here, like cookers, microwaves (All top of the range, of course), as well as Fridges and Freezers. And there wasn't just one of each. There was about five of each item around the room.

A woman tinier then Rachel Berry (Rachel! And Rachel is tiny!) came up to us, beaming at Blaine. She had a few wrinkles, but looked very good, nonetheless. She looked Asian, and had bright brown eyes.

"Ah, Blaine!" She said, coming over. She gave Blaine a big bear hug (something I didn't expect from such a tiny woman), and laughed. "You're getting so big!"

"Ah, thanks, Julia." She gaped at him.

"What happened to your head, B?" I guessed that she had certain nicknames for Blaine and Sam. He laughed it off.

"Just banged it, Jules." He turned to me, grinning madly. This was the first time I'd seen him happy outside his room since I'd gotten here. "Jules, this is Kurt, my boyfriend." He grinned even more at the word. I smiled warmly at Julia, already liking her.

"Kurt Hummel." I said, shaking her hand. She then gave me a big hug (I was right about it being a bear hug), and smiled.

"So, you're my baby's boyfriend?" She asked. I nodded, going red. Blaine also went red at the nickname. She turned to Blaine, and winked. "He's good looking, B, don't worry." Blaine and I went a little redder. "Now, what can I do for you two? And where is Sammy? I haven't heard from her yet!"

"Sam sloped off earlier," Blaine said. "And I wanted to show you off to Kurt." Julia's cheeks coloured.

"And," I added, making Blaine groan. "Blaine needs to have his head checked." Julia nodded, somewhat seriously.

"How bad was it?" She asked.

"Well, he swore several times when he hit it." I said, cheerfully. "However, on a more serious note, it's gone black." She nodded.

"Right," She said, pulling Blaine over to a little cardboard box by the side of a cupboard. She motioned for me to follow. "Sit." He did so. She gently prodded his head, making him wince and hiss.

"Can Kurt hold my hand?" He asked. Julia stepped back and folded her arms.

"How old are you?" She asked, but rolled her eyes. "Fine." I went to Blaine's side, and grabbed his hand.

"How old are you?" I repeated, copying what Julia had done. She laughed.

"Oh, Blaine, this boy is a keeper!"

"Yes he is." Blaine said, smiling at me. However, that smile was wiped off his face when Julia continued to prod.

Basically, I'm now planning a sequel, which is set very far into the future ;) However, as I know there's a lot of stories currently like that on this website, I just want to say that the story is as original as I can get it at the minute. However, I will finish this one first.

Review! I know this pretty much sucks, this chapter, but I have writers block :( Oh well.

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