Helloooo again lovely readers . So it's been more than a week since last chapter, I know. And I really am sorry. So I'm saying right now, don't expect quick updates from me. I am probably one of the biggest procrastinators ever, and that applies to FanFiction, as well, no matter how much I enjoy writing it.

Also, I don't think I have really mentioned this before (well, I did in Chapter 4, but I'll explain that later), but this is my first ever fic. I mostly just wrote it because I wanted to see what other people would think about a story I wrote, and I just used a few random ideas from when I was thinking in my free time. Honestly *deep breath* I don't really have a whole plot set out. I don't know the ending at all, and I don't really even know what'll be happening even three chapters from now. So, in the future, I will come up with the entire story before I write it. I promise. But, in the meantime, I'm just winging it.

I edited Chapter 4! I'm actually pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself. So, if you want, go on ahead and read it! (I fixed the A/N in there and included that it was my first fic, so if you were wondering if you missed that, you didn't).

And yet another thing: Just remember, constructive criticism is perfectly fine with me. In fact, I actually encourage it. Just as long as you're not writing about how much I suck and need to die in a hole, please constructively criticize me whenever you feel the need to.

Last note and then I'm finished. So I watched TPPP and AIU and… Well, I was practically worshiping Ryan Murphy after TPPP (Yellow sunglasses, Klainebows, AAAHHHAAAHHH!), but then after IAU I went back to going "W.T.F." Don't get me wrong, it was a great episode, but I can't take the cliffhanger at all. And Blaine being a Junior. Yes, we get Darren for another year, but if Klaine doesn't go to NY together I'm going to cry. Then, I was looking on Tumblr and found spoilers (which I promised myself I wasn't going to do, but I did anyway), and some things extremely displeased me. RIB really likes triangles, don't they? :( Let's just say, I hope the Sai Swords in AIU were some sort of foreshadowing (and the Sai Swords OHMAHGAWSH! I almost died!).

Okay, now that extremely long ANs are done… Onward with the story!

I know going back to school is going to be awful. It's not like before, when they hated me because I liked being by myself, because I didn't talk to the "popular" kids in my grade, and because I didn't participate when they were making out behind the playground. This time, they have something they know will get to me if they push the right buttons. And they will find those buttons. Sure, it may take some time, but they eventually will.

It's like in those horror movies (no, not when the girl opens the closet and an axe murderer jumps out, that's cliché) when the main characters are running from some horrible monster and you just know they're going to get eaten, but you find a scrap o hope that Hey, maybe they'll get out of this one. But, of course, the inevitable happens, and they trip on a log or a bunny or something and Bam! The Minotaur, or a T-Rex, or Lady Gaga eats them. It's kind of like that, only I won't be running. I'll be standing patiently by awaiting my doom.

This is why I kept Blaine's sexuality a secret. I knew I'd get bullied even worse then I was already. And more name calling, ridiculous pranks, pretending I don't exist… I just don't think I could take it.

Believe me, I'm proud of my brother. He likes who he is, and he doesn't take any crap from anyone. But others don't see him the way I do. They see him as a queer. They think he should die, that his entire existence should be wiped from the face of the earth. It's terrible, and I'm sick of it. I don't want him to be exposed to that anymore, especially after what happened to him at his old school.

When I wake up this morning, I really don't want to make an effort to actually get up. I paw at the alarm clock for a little while, hitting the snooze button, and then fall back asleep. Five minutes later, however, my alarm decides it's about time to go off again. So I grudgingly get up, get dressed, and get downstairs. Dad's already left for work – one of the few days he actually goes to the office to do business – but, surprisingly, Blaine isn't down yet. He's usually the first one awake, pumped and ready to face the day. (The extremely fabulous day he's going to have at his no-bullying-allowed-because-this-is-inforced-and-we-have-a-reputation-to-maintain private school, that is.)

Sighing, I pop an English muffin in the toaster and pour myself a glass of orange juice. Don't do that, Julia, I think. It's not his fault. Maybe it won't be so bad. They'll probably just forget everything and go on with their lives. It's not that hard.

But I know that this is a ridiculous assumption, and that I would be delusional to think that after word has spread of my brother being one of the only out gay kids in this town, that everything will be just rainbows and unicorns.

I remind myself, once again, that I've been through worse. Maybe at least some kind of acknowledgement will be better than none at all.

Once breakfast is finished, I run up to my brother's room and find him slipping on his Dalton blazer. He greets me with a friendly "Hey."

"Hey. Did you oversleep?"

"Something like that."

What does that mean? "Well, anyway, Dad's gone to the office, d'you think you could drive me to school? I made you an English muffin." Because bribery always works.

Blaine laughs, and accepts the breakfast. "Sure. We need to go now, though, or both of us will be late."

And that's how I get to school this morning, sitting in the front of Blaine's car, singing show tunes and talking about ways to get a cherry tree to grow in your stomach.

My prediction about school today was correct. Looks are thrown my way, whispers are spoken behind my back, and I am left to pretend not to care. But I do care. I don't want this at all. Does any teenager want to be rejected by her peers? Classes are hard to get through today.

Lunch arrives slowly. Really, really slowly. It's spaghetti and meatballs today, but I packed food from home. (I'm not going to set myself up for a tray in the face, are you kidding me?) As usual, I'm sitting by myself, looking forward to the final bell, when someone sits at my table.

Wait, what?

Logan Reith is sitting at my table, across from me, without a lunch. And he doesn't look pissed off.

"Hi," I say, and my hesitance is clear in the tone I'm using.

"Hi. I'm Logan, I-" Before he has the chance to add anything, I'm talking again.

"I know. I know who you are. You're on the soccer team, everyone likes you, and I'm pretty sure you're friends over there aren't so keen on you talking to me." I nod over to a group of boys behind him staring curiously in our direction. They quickly turn away at my glance, though. But they'll be staring again in a minute or so.

Logan quickly looks over his shoulder, but quickly turns back. "I don't care. I need to talk to you."

I lean back in my seat, disregarding my food altogether. "Why?"

"Because I heard that your brother… Is he really gay?" His last sentence is spoken at barely more than a whisper, and he's starting to give me the wrong idea.

"Yes, he is, thank you very much, and I'm going to advise you not to make some joke about donating money to find a cure."

"What? No, no that's… that's not what I was saying."

"Then what were you saying if I may be so bold to ask?"

"I was just… I wanted to talk to you because I think I might be gay, too."

So this chapter is very, very short. Too short for how long I've been gone (far more than a week, that is). And I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger because I am seething with rage at the ending of IAU and I'm taking my aggression out on my readers. It's cruel and unusual, and I'm sorry. I'm writing part 11 right now, as you read part 10. And I'll develop a new system where I write a couple chapters, then post a new one, so I won't keep people waiting for so long.

Also, these are my Facebook fan pages, which I kind of fail at admining so please bear with me:
Keep Calm and Quote Starkid
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Meh. Go and like 'em if you want.

So, until next time.