Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.
Rachel stamped her foot. "Francey!" she scolded. "Mom said you had to take us home from the dance when we wanted to go, and I'm tired and Blaine got in a fight with his date, and we want to go."
Her older sister continued to dance, her satin party dress shining in the gym lights. "Can't you call Mom?" she called over the pulsing beats.
"No, she left for the conference, remember?" Rachel said. She crossed her arms. "Take us home."
"Fine," Francey sighed. "Go find Blaine and we'll go home."
Rachel pushed her way off the dance floor, ducking under a wayward banner with Sadie Hawkins Dance 2007 painted on it in big, cockeyed letters. She really wasn't that tired, but she had spent the whole dance with her date messing around with his phone while she drank punch and looked around the poorly decorated gym. He'd accused her of making moony eyes at Jesse St. James; she'd gotten defensive and huffed off…but the truth was, he was right. She wanted to ask Jesse, but that stupid Giselle had pulled him aside after rehearsal before she could get to him.
She nudged the glass doors open, the letters spelling out "Carmel High School" casting strange shadows across the entryway, and stepped out onto the broad concrete steps, her heels clicking. "Blaine," she called, the fall wind whipping at her full tulle skirt. "Blaine, c'mon, we're going home."
She wrapped her arms around herself and stamped her feet to stay warm in the chill. "Blaine, I saw you arguing with Preston," she called. "I know you want to go home. Come on, we can have a good sulk and watch a movie. I bet Francey will get us ice cream. We can even watch in my room if you want."
She glanced down, and there at the bottom of the steps was her younger brother.
Rachel's breath caught in her chest. Blaine was crumpled on the concrete sidewalk like a broken doll, arms and legs splayed out. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.
"Blaine?" she whispered.
He turned his head a little at that, and she ran down the steps, her slightly-too-large heels falling off her feet, and fell down beside him. "Blaine, what happened?" she asked, touching his cheek gingerly with trembling fingers. "What happened? Did you fall?"
He tried to grunt out a reply, but his teeth and lips were slicked with blood. Her stomach turned; she could see tears welling up in his eyes and that made it worse. He was trying so hard to speak, but she couldn't hear him. She leaned over, pulling her hair back from her ear.
"They…caught…us," she heard him eke out, his teeth gritted tightly.
"Who caught you?" she begged, pressing her hand to his cheek. It was the last unblemished spot she could see. He was covered in blood and dirt, and his clothes were torn, even the new shirt that she and Francey had helped him pick out for his first high school dance. "Please, Blaine, who hurt you?"
He tried to struggle into a sitting position, but the color abruptly drained from his face. She grabbed uselessly at his shoulder before he could slam back into the concrete. "Get Francey," he panted. "Please, get…"
His eyes rolled back in his head. Rachel let out a strangled little scream and hopped back. "Oh, god, please be okay," she begged. "Blaine, please, I-"
He slumped against the steps, still and pale, and Rachel pushed herself away. She ran up the stairs, gathering up her skirts, heedless of the cold rough cement under her bare feet. "Help," she called in a small faint voice. The sound echoed down the empty halls, bouncing off the lockers. "Help!"
She ran faster, shoving her way into the gaudy gym. "Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, bellowing over the crappy pop music piping through the speakers. "Francey! Francey!"
Suddenly her sister was there, holding her up by the elbows. "Rachel, where the hell are your shoes?" Francey demanded. She smoothed an errant lock of hair away from her forehead. "Honey, there's blood all over you. What happened? Are you okay?"
The dam burst. "It's Blaine," Rachel sobbed, throwing her arms around Francey's waist. "He's on the front steps. He's hurt. He's bleeding everywhere and I don't know what happened and I don't know what to do."
Francey grabbed hold of Rachel's wrist in a vise-like grip and dragged her out of the gym. "You don't know what happened?" she demanded.
"He couldn't tell me!" Rachel cried. "He tried to sit up and he passed out and- I'm so scared!"
"There's not time to be scared," Francey snapped as they ran down the cement steps. Rachel tripped over a step, scraping the top of her foot. "We have to…oh god."
Francey knelt down beside Blaine and touched her hand to the side of his neck, immediately staining her fingers with blood. "Is he dead?" Rachel sobbed.
"He's not dead, and stop crying," Francey said. She reached over to grab Rachel's chin firmly. "Cry later, Rae."
A crowd had formed at the top of the steps, hushed and wide-eyed. A teacher pushed past the assembled gawkers and joined them at the bottom of the steps. Rachel huddled close to her sister, clutching at Francey's skirt.
Blaine started to rouse a little, his mouth screwing up a little. "Baby, wake up," Francey urged. "Open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes for me. You can do it."
Blaine barely managed it, a slight sliver of amber showing from under his thick lashes. His pupils were unevenly dilated. "Hurts," he moaned.
Rachel placed her hand over his. "It's going to be okay," she said tentatively. "Just…lie still. Don't move around too much."
Blaine's fingers twitched around hers and grasped onto her index finger, gripping weakly. Rachel's eyes welled up. "Please don't die," she whispered.
The vaguest sounds of a siren echoed in the distance, and Rachel felt Francey sag in relief. "You're going to go to the hospital, baby," she said, smoothing Blaine's curls. "You're going to be okay."
"Hurts," Blaine whimpered, his voice thick.
"They're going to pump you full of all sorts of fucking awesome drugs and you're going to be fine," Francey said firmly, still stroking her fingers through his curls. "Take a deep breath."
The ambulance pulled up to the curb with a screech of tires and a roar of sirens, and Rachel sat back numbly as the paramedics worked over her barely conscious brother. Her stomach twisted at the sight of the blood coating his face and his shirt. "Francey, can I cry now?" she whispered. Francey just squeezed her knee before leaning over Blaine to reassure him as the paramedics snapped an oxygen mask over his face.
They loaded him onto the gurney and into the ambulance, his eyes rolling back in his head. Rachel swallowed down a whimper as Francey started to climb in beside him.
"Miss, are you-"
"I'm eighteen," Francey snapped. Her hands and her pink satin dress were streaked with blood and her green eyes blazed dark. "I'm going with him."
"She can't, though," the other EMT said, jabbing his thumb in Rachel's direction. "She's not old enough."
"I want to go with him!" Rachel argued. "He's my brother, I have to go with him!"
Francey cupped her face in her hands. "You're too young, honey," she said. "Don't cry. They called Mom and she'll be here soon. She'll pick you and meet us at the hospital, okay?" Her lips trembled. "Don't you dare fucking cry."
She pressed a hasty kiss to Rachel's forehead and climbed into the ambulance. The doors slammed and the vehicle sped away from the curb, lights flashing and sirens blaring. A teacher tried to move to wrap an arm around her shoulders, but she shook them off. "Leave me alone!" she snapped, and the crowd gave her a wide berth.
She sank down to the bottom steps, her bare toes curling away from the fat droplets of her brother's blood left behind on the pavement, and hugged her knees to her chest. The wind picked up a little, blowing across her bare back and ruffling her straying curls, but she didn't notice. Her heartbeat thudded in her ribcage.
Her mother's car squealed up to the curb and she stood up, shaking from cold and adrenaline. "Rachel?" Shelby called, slamming the door and running to her. "Rachel, honey, what's wrong? What happened? Where's Blaine?"
Rachel crumpled against her mother's shoulder. "They hurt him," she sobbed. "Mom, they hurt my brother."
Her mother pulled her in tightly and she started to bawl, ugly tears running down her cheeks and soaking into Shelby's sweater. "Come on, Rach," her mother murmured. "Come on, honey, you can cry later. We need to go to Blaine. He needs us."
Rachel nodded numbly, allowing her mother to take her by the hand like a child and lead her to the car, her bloodstained dress brushing against her knees and the rough asphalt scraping against the soles of her bare feet.
Author's Notes:
I'M SO SAD NOW.
So...this started on my Tumblr when a gifset depicting Rachel and Blaine as siblings started roaming around everywhere, and someone prompted me to write about it. I wrote a few drabbles. And then...I posted the initial drabble yesterday on Tumbled, and EVERYTHING EXPLODED!
So now I'm writing an entire drabble series just about my sweet Anderberries. And also...in this 'verse...which I guess is the Siblings 'Verse...Kurt has a sibling! Quinn is his twin sister!
So here's the backstory, for those who didn't read the original backstory on Tumbled- and there's some new details in there too. Yay!
Jack Anderson and Shelby Corcoran are married. Jack has one son, Cooper, from a previous relationship. Together, Jack and Shelby have two daughters, Francey and Rachel, and one son, Blaine. Cooper is twenty-five, Francey is eighteen, Rachel is sixteen, and Blaine is fifteen. Blaine was an accident, so he and Rachel are Irish twins- they're only ten months apart. Blaine came out first to Francey, then Rachel, then their mother (who then informed their father, who pretends like Blaine's gay not because he hates him, but because it's uncomfortable and he just doesn't do uncomfortable). No one remembered to tell Cooper until he came home for Christmas and was like "why is Blaine's half of our room covered in Jonas Brother's posters?"
Originally the three younger Andersons attended Carmel High School, since Shelby was the director of Vocal Adrenaline. Francey was involved all four years of high school, and Rachel was a junior alternate in her freshman year. But when Francey was a junior and Rachel and Blaine were freshmen (they're close enough in age that they ended up in the same grade), Blaine was beaten up at the Sadie Hawkins dance. The Andersons sued the school and won; all the money went towards sending Blaine to Dalton Academy. Shelby continued working at the school because she had a five-year contract, and Francey completed her senior year there, but they transferred Rachel to McKinley starting with her sophomore year. Blaine had a lot of trouble adjusting to Dalton and dealing with his trauma, so he was held back a year. But things are pretty good now, even though Francey and Rachel have to share a room and that gets a little dicey.
Now, for the Fabramels!
Burt and Mollie were high school sweethearts (although they're four years apart in age), and Mollie got unexpectedly pregnant during her senior year. They got married as soon as she turned eighteen and started preparing for a new life with a new baby, but they were surprised by twins! Quinn was born first, and then Kurt seven minutes later. They were several weeks premature and Kurt had some issues with his lung development, so things were a little touch-and-go for the first weeks of their lives, but they brought Quinn home after a week and Kurt after three, and they were a very happy family- even though Burt had so much trouble telling the babies apart that he would have to check diapers to see which child was which. But as they got older, Quinn got blonder and her eyes shifted more to green, and Kurt's hair stayed brunet and his eyes stayed blue, so it got a little easier.
Mollie passed away from complications from ulcerative colitis when the twins were eight, leaving Burt to raise them on his own. The little ones were extremely close, and while both twins were very independent and stubborn, Kurt took Mollie's death the hardest, and Quinn, who was already a tough little thing, took it into her own hands to take care of him. They shared a bedroom and often would talk to each other in French (their mother taught them) when they didn't want Burt to understand them. They did everything together- dance class, piano lessons, helping their daddy in the garage.
When they got into middle school, they started to grow apart. Quinn started cheerleading and got popular, while Kurt stayed on the fringes. They started fighting when they hit about thirteen or so, and Burt turned the basement into a bedroom for Kurt/rec room for their friends- although Quinn was the only one who invited people over. Kurt, already feeling like an outsider in his family and outshined by his lovely, talented, popular sister, fought for attention and did his best to hide his sexuality.
In ninth grade, they fell in love with the same boy, Finn Hudson. Kurt got really upset about once again losing to his sister and started picking fights with her all the time, especially when she started dating him over the summer. During one of their most heated arguments, right before their sophomore year started, Kurt accidentally blurted out that he was gay. It shocked Quinn, mostly because she had grown so apart from her beloved twin that she hadn't realized how much he'd been hiding from her and their father. She helped him come out to Burt and they started talking more and repaired their relationship, and Quinn confided that she'd slept with Noah Puckerman.
When Quinn found out she was pregnant, Burt and Kurt helped her and supported her as much as they could. They convinced her to confess to Finn and Puck about what happened and who the baby's father was, and things smoothed over a lot faster- especially when Burt met Finn's mother and they started dating, although when the faggy lamp incident happened, Finn had to face the wrath of both Quinn and Burt.
Quinn had a healthy baby girl, and they decided as a family to keep the baby and raise her together. When Burt had his heart attack, the twins were able to pull each other through it, with help from Carole. When Kurt's bullying turned dangerous, Quinn was the one who raised hell with the principal and talked Burt into letting Kurt go to Dalton. When Burt and Carole got married, the whole family was involved and very supportive, and Carole was very happy to gain not only two new children, but also a grandbaby.
And Quinn and Kurt lost all of their attraction to Finn in pretty short order, because it's hard to swoon over someone who leaves their dirty underwear in a bathroom that three people share, and he always spilled things in the kitchen and didn't bother to clean up, and he snores so loudly, but they fell into a pretty natural state of sibling affection, and Finn is very fond of his baby niece as well and helps babysit without complaining (although he still has trouble with diapers).
So yes! There's all the backstory you need to get started. If you want to prompt something for this 'verse, feel free to go to my tumblr (redbullandcupcakebatter dot tumblr dot com) and prompt things there in my ask or my submit box (you don't need to be a Tumblr user to prompt things in the submit box).
I'm excited to see what you think of this!