Guys, thanks so much for the reviews! You have no idea how much it meant to me. I am seriously tearing up because of that. :'D Okay, so the story: XloveXconquersXallX asks if the Goldens travel in pack, the answer is; yes, they do. I don't know if you guys notice it, but I kinda steal the concept of a Korean Drama 'Boys over Flower' when they do the whole F4 thing, with my own twist mixes into it. And yeah, the twist is Nellie, the sister. Guys, before we go on, I just want to tell you this is a story. Therefore, it needs progress. So, I'm not going to let Blellie action just comes out all so suddenly, we need to take things slowly. Only then, the story will bloom beautifully, and everyone's gonna be a happy little bitch by the end of the day. My damn point is, be patient.

Because I don't want to just tell a romantic story. I am highlighting a relationship between a brother and a sister, coming from a wealthy background as they struggle with life's obstacle. And maybe, Imma throw in some friendship, because friends are important too. But real Blellie shit will come in, and if that's what you're craving for, be patient or be a rambling bitch and tell me to update as fast as I could in the reviews. See, a win-win situation!

Anyway, enough with me. On with the story!

Characters used (continued from prologue): New Directions excluding Marley and Jake, Kristin Kreuk (as Kristin "Kristy" St. James, the big sister).

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s).


The Golden Being

chapter 1: the golden sister

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"You know, I still don't get why you wanted to move into some public high school," Jesse grimaces, although a small smile craves his lips as he falls back onto the couch, having his arm slung lazily across the head of the couch, his head tilting at his one and only sister.

Nellie rolls her eyes, walking pass the living room to put her bag on the kitchen counter, "You know why."

"Ah, because you dislike our kind," he replies with a hint of mockery stains his word.

"There is no such thing as our kind, Jesse. As far as I'm concern, we're all humans," she tells him, opening the refrigerator to get some milk to calm herself down.

There are a few thing you could do to calm Nellie down, especially when she's handling her brother. 1) let her beat her brother into a bloody pulp and leaves her alone, or 2) bring an elderly into the room, 'cause she never loses her temper in front of someone she wants respect from, or, and this is the weakest way to keep her from clawing at Jesse's throat, 3) drink a milk. So since she knows she has to keep it together right on the moment, she chose the third way.

"That doesn't say much, Nell," he continues.

"Jesse," she presses her tongue when his name rolls over, and he spins his head to look at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, I'm here to check on my sister of course! Am I not allowed to do that now?" he questions, standing up and gesturing his arm wide open.

Nellie rolls her eyes and drink more of her milk. Calm yourself, girl. You know you can do it. "Not without some notice, you don't!" she snaps, turning back to her brother. "You know how risky it is if anyone sees you here. Everyone knows you, Jesse. And if they see the Jesse St. James in some girl's house, especially mine, they're bound to make up stories. And not to mention, I'm living next to a cheerleader who gossips to survive high school!"

But instead of apologizing like he should probably do, he laughs (which isn't a surprise to Nellie at all, if you'd ask her), "Oh how I miss the way you describe other people, Nel-Nel."

"This is not something to be laughing about, Jay-Jay," she spats, using his nickname against her.

"Of course it's not," his face immediately turns serious, as he comes closer to his sister. "C'mon, Nelll, I'm worried about you. You're new at some town, in a public high school where rules exist only because it requires to, and someone could be hurting you- Oh God, did someone hurt you already? Did they call you names? Should I call someone? 'Cause I have three people on speed dial that can-,"

"No, what? What? Jesse, for dear God's sake, stop," she cringes at his sentence, and like she'd expects, he stops.

He smiles too-innocently, resting his elbows on the counter. "So, how's prison's school?"

"I don't know, I haven't been to one," she spats back flatly.

"Fine," Jesse puts his hands up, as if surrender. "How's McJingly High?"

"It's McKinley, and so far, it's been fine, thank you for asking," she pauses, before continuing with a small smile. "I think I might just make new friends today..."

"That's good! That's the reason you decided to leave the Academy, right?"

"No." Her face turns sour again. "I left because first, you and Cameron and Michael and Max used your 'high power' to bully students for your pleasure-,"

"-But we stopped, didn't we?!"

"-and I'm still sick of it. And second, those students are so full of themselves, ignorant, arrogant- and trust me, I could go on and on and on about this, but I seriously don't have the time. Unlike you, I have homework, and I actually do it."

"Hey, we do our homework-,"

"-my ass, you guys do."

He shrugs, "-occasionally."

But all Nellie does as respond is snort at her brother, making sure he knows how pathetic he's being.

"But that's not enough of a reason to leave the Academy, does it? To leave Washington! To use mom's maiden name as your last name, just to cover up you're a St. James! I still can't wrap my head around this idea, Nell. It's been two goddamn weeks, and I still don't get it."

"I blame your brain."

Jesse frowns, "I'm serious."

Nellie slowly takes another sip of her milk. "Because I need real experiences, Jay. These people, even though it took two weeks for me to gain a friend, even though yes I am not treated like I usually am, I actually feel like just another person. Not the heiress of Andromeda! Not with everyone pretending around me just because of my 'title' and my brothers and his stupid group of friends who for some reason listens to you. I feel normal."

She can see her brother still doesn't get it, when he only cringes his nose. "And being normal supposed to be good?"

She groans loudly, closing her eyes with her hands for a second. One. Two. Three. Calm yourself, Nellie. One. Two. Nellie opens her eyes slowly, taking deep breaths. "Being normal can give me people who don't 'put an act' when they're around me. They don't try to please me simply because I'm Joseph and Laura St. James' daughter-,"

"-that's because you don't let them know it."

"-that's the point! I don't want them to know it. If they do, they'll treat me differently. And when they do, it's hard to see which one are my true friends or true enemies. I'm not you, Jay. I don't have Cam, or Max or Michael, to be my best friends-,"

"-but they're your friend too-,"

"No, Jay. They're your friend. Who I am friendly with. Hell, they're not even my friends; they're more like my unofficial brothers, besides you, my biological one. Speaking of them, where are those crazy bastards?"

Jesse shakes his head, "Cameron's meeting with our new music teacher, we have a 'welcoming' stuff at the Academy this weekend, in the auditorium which includes orchestra or something like that. Max and Michael has dates. But they said 'hi', and they'll come to visit as soon as possible."

"Oh no. Don't. Give me a head up first. I'll slaughter you guys one by one if you don't."

"Okay, fine. Geez. Calm down, Nel-Nel." He chuckles for a second, and then visibly let out a breath, as if thinking all of her sister's words over.

Nellie nudges her brother with her finger, "Hey, are you okay?"

Jesse flicks his eyes upward, pursing his lips before he bursts, "No, Nell! I'm not okay! Alright?! I'm not okay," he runs his finger through his hair, nose flaring. "I can't face the fact that my sister is walking down the hallway of a public high school where anyone could endanger her, and I'm not there to protect you-,"

"Jesse, you can't protect me forever."

"I know, I know. That's why I have to protect you now."

Nellie couldn't help but feel the warmth overwhelming inside of her. She had always known Jesse is a good brother, although his method of expressing it could be wrong and annoying sometimes, he is a loving person. Especially towards a family. But still, he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand what she wants, what she needs to do in her life. Or he does, but he's ignoring that fact for his selfish reasons; to have her in his eyesight at all times.

"I need to get hurt, Jay. That's how life works!" she protests back, refusing to lost at this battle.

"W-what?" he stutters, confused.

"If I don't get hurt, if I don't learn from mistakes, then what's life? It's all apart of living. I need to have this. Besides from the fact I can't stand those people at the Academy, I move to McKinley because I want to experience high school. A real one. No matter how suck it is, no matter how it's the worst thing to happened on earth. This is where people figure themselves out, they try new things-,"

"-like drugs and alcohols?"

"They make mistakes. We're teenagers, isn't that what we're supposed to do?"

"Not if you're next in line to own Andromeda Group!"

"Then before I officially am owning it, excuse me while I live my life."

"Nellie-,"

"Jesse, I love you. I love you so much, and it breaks my heart seeing you like this. But I'm okay. Sure, it's your job to protect me and everything- but it doesn't mean you should shield me from everything. You should just be ready, by the sidelines, and when I need you, you'll come. As a brother. And that's when I know you're protecting me. I mean, you and the Goldens are already moving to the Academy in Columbus- that's close enough to watch me, right?"

Jesse stays quiet, lips seal as his dark eyes intently stares back at his sister's.

Finally, after what it seems like eternity, Jesse sighs. "You win," and just like some sort of a correct password, Nellie stumbles in her step to hug the curly-haired brother of hers. All the while, grinning in happiness. Jesse can't help but smile in return, and reply the hug with just the same strength.

Leaning just a little bit closer, he whispers, "But that does not mean I will sit still. If anyone hurt you-,"

"-I know how to handle them," she pulls away, but couldn't wipe away those large smile on her face. "If matters got out of hand, then you can come in."

"Well okay then. I guess that's the best deal I could ever get from you," he says, grinning back.

She responds with a cheeky smile, "Glad you're happy then. Now, get out."

"Oh, the hospitality! So welcoming!" he mocks, grabbing his cap and sunglasses.

She chuckles at that, now pushing him to the back door. "Make sure to have your head down at all times, and not get recognized. If my cover's blown, I'll cut your throat open."

"Isn't that a fun imagination?" he comments dryly.

"I'm serious. If you-,"

"-I get it. I get it." He laughs, grabbing the back of her neck and planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "Be careful, m'kay?"

"Yes. Now, go." She pushes him out.

And with a last wave of goodbye, Jesse St. James flee, as if he's never there in the first place.


"Guys, this is Nellie. Nellie Burgess."

If it's anything Nellie could say about the group of friends Blaine hangs out with is; diversity. At one point, before she came to sit down and get to know them, she's actually afraid. Here, we have a gothic girl who's staring at this fancy-looking girl and for one second, Nellie thought the gothic girl is just on the verge of killing the fancy-looking girl. And then we have the wheelchair-boy, who's looking at this wide-mouthed blond boy who's eating some sort of sandwich (if that could even pass for a sandwich anyway) with these eyes that could only mean he's disgusted, like he's all judgemental. And then we have this dark-skined boy who's wearing a boring expression as he listens to this blond cheerio chatters away about something Nellie, herself couldn't understand.

But it all turns out, there's nothing to be afraid of. Plus, she should've known anyway; Blaine seems like a smart guy, he wouldn't be choosing his friends with his eyes close and look at which way his finger is pointing.

"So, are you like, famous or something?" Sam, the wide-mouthed blond boy asks, after introduction among them have passed.

Nellie seems shock at the question, making her stops to think: did I wear anything that could blow my cover today?, until Sam continues, "Those snobs won't stop looking at you."

At that, all of the people on the table turns their heads to what the blond's pointing at. Almost immediately they are greet by the sight that is Jane Porter and Blake Jenkins, surrounded by their so-called 'army'. Just as if cue, the cheerios starts to giggle and cackle at whatever Jane must've said, while the jocks snorts with a smirk on their faces.

Except for Blake.

Unlike the others who are on the table, Nellie's eyes only meet with Blake's, and immediately, she feels a joint snaps within her. She doesn't know what the hell she's feeling, and she has no idea what's going on behind those penetrating eyes which belongs to non other than Blake Jenkins, but she sure is not enjoying it for one bit.

Jenkins must be feeling the same way when the next thing Nellie knows, he looks away.

"Ignore them." Blaine shrugs his shoulders, sipping on his drink. "Something happened yesterday-,"

"Woah, woah, back up a little- did you mess with Jenkins and Porter? You know how dangerous they are-," Sam tries to argue.

"I heard they have someone that could 'clean up' their mess on speed dial," Tina, the gothic girl, chimes in, using her what-must-be gossiping hush voice. Nellie, however, almost snorts and rolls her eyes. Maybe it's a trend for rich kids to have someone 'doing their jobs' on speed dial.

"Three students transfer school because they didn't have an A+ when they were paired up with Jenkins." Sugar, the fancy-looking girl mutters, nodding her head. "They just got an A minus"

"I heard Jenkins fired ten maids a day on average," Wade, that's the dark-skinned boy says.

"Do you know that maids are actually prostitute in disguise?" Brittany, the blond cheerio, wonders aloud, with her eyes motioning for everyone to agree with her.

Everyone goes silent for a while, and there's a few expression passes through everyone's face that clearly says 'what the hell?' and only Joe, the boy with dreadlocks, pats Brittany shoulders as if to comfort her while Sam breaks the silent with, "Ooookay then. So, did you really?" he turns to Blaine.

Blaine seems confused, and furrow her brows together. "I'm sorry, did what?"

"Mess with 'em, of course!"

"-Yes. But, no. Not exactly. I didn't mess with any of them." Blaine answers hesitatingly, frowning.

Shyly, Nellie brings her hand up and says, "I did."

"Well not technically," Blaine adds. "I just think this is all a big misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding which could lead to our biggest doom in our whole high school life, Warbler. You better tell us what'd you guys did before-,"

"I bumped into Blake Jenkins, but it was an accident. I wasn't looking." Nellie admits, now feeling herself shrinking in as she keeps her eyes down.

"And then, what happened?" Tina asks, curiosity bubbling up in her question.

"I-I, uh, Jane Porter was mad at me-,"

"-because you bumped into Jenkins?" Sam interjects.

"Y-yes. But that's-,"

"-just proves how obsess she is with Jenkins," states Sugar bluntly, while Tina and Wade spats her, shushing her in the process. Sugar frowns and mumbles something about 'Asperger Syndrome' before all eyes are on her yet again.

"And I saw the commotion, and I interfered with it. I mean, there were just books on the floor and Nellie was picking them. Nothing serious," Blaine says easily, continuing the story. "So as soon as I saw they were Jenkins' books, I think I had all the puzzles figured out-,"

"Puzzles? I love puzzles," Brittany smiles, chirping up. "Although my mom burned it all because she said I cried too much when I can't find the pieces together."

"-as I was saying," Blaine shot Brittany a look with a sarcastic smile, but the blond must've not understand when all she does in return is smile widely back at him. "I picked the books up from Nellie's hand and handed to Jenkins. And they flee. That's all. I honestly can't see where the mistake in this situation that could lead into some kind of misunderstanding, but you know, maybe, they just don't like glee or something."

Nellie perks up at the mention of 'glee' and is about to ask something of it, when Artie, the wheelchair-boy cuts her off. "But you interfered, and that's never a good thing. Especially if it involves Jenkins and Porter. They never had anything against Glee before this."

"But guys, they were bullying Nellie around," Blaine snaps, eyes glaring at each and one of the people on the table. "I know Jane was very close to insulting her yesterday and do you expect me to sit around and stare at it as it happens? 'Cause I don't think that's what Glee is all about, and I am a strong believer in what Glee represents."

"But-,"

"Are you seriously interrogating me and expects me to say sorry for what I've done?" Blaine raises his voice. " 'Cause I do not regret doing what I did."

At this point, Nellie really wishes she could disappear. Could it be happening? Could she be tearing a perfectly peaceful group just because of something silly which she have trigger? Oh no. She feels horrible. And she just met these people less than five minutes ago. Maybe 'experiencing real high school' isn't as pleasant and easy as she expects it to be.

"No. We just-,"

"Yes?" Blaine insists, his eyes daring for anyone to speak against him.

"He's right, y'guys," Joe calmly says, nodding his head. "We're supposed to support Blaine's decision as he hasn't done anything wrong and sinful, anyway. As a matter of fact, he has introduced us to a wonderful girl that could very well join New Directions and has given us the opportunity to show what Glee is all about- celebrating friendship, love, and who we are as an individuals, and expressing ourselves in form of performing arts-,"

"-oh my gosh, can I slap you right now?" Sam dryly mutters.

Joe ignores that as he continues, "-and all that matters now is we are here, together, as a family. And if the seniors could handle more than one obstacles for the last three years, I think we can too. So let them watch our moves, let them threaten us with their-,"

"Okay, we get it Teen Jesus," Tina cuts him off, and Joe immediately shuts his mouth. "I guess I can understand what he's saying."

"Yeah," Artie slowly says, and then slowly rolls himself towards Nellie. "I guess what doesn't kill me for the last three years is what makes me stand here today with all of you, and the same goes to you, Nellie Burgess. You and Blaine have survived the wrath of Porter and Jenkins, and here you are, sitting with us. For that, I welcome you."

Blaine gingerly smiles, "We all welcome you."

"Yeah, and I really like your hair," Brittany comments, beaming at her with those innocent eyes.

"T-thanks," is all Nellie could muster. See? Diversity. These group of friends in front of her is not like something she sees everyday. They are all balancing each other out with their different personalities, helping each other out to realize what's the truth and what is false and celebrates each other just the way they simply are as a person, and probably that's why Nellie finds herself already attach to this group.

"And we're sorry, Blaine." Tina mutters out of guilt. "We just-,"

"We were trying to avoid any possible drama, is all," Artie smiles, finishing what the gothic girl must have wanted to say.

Blaine gives a strained smile back, but doesn't say anything.

"Drama? Guys, that thing comes especially when we don't want it. I don't mean to break whatever fantasy you're holding or anything, but it's bound to happen. And either it's Jenkins and Porter and the rest of their group, or something else, or everything all together- just get ready, it's comin'," Sam says, waving his hand as a sign of gesture.

"Sam's right," Joe mutters back. "But at least, we know we'll have each other's back. With Nellie, I believe?"

"Yeah, is she joining Glee from now on?" Sugar asks aloud, blinking her eyes at her.

Nellie blinks back. "Honestly? I don't even know what Glee is."

"It's a show choir," Wade informs her. "It's actually a competition of some sort. There are three stages, first, Sectionals. If we win that, we'll get to Regionals. And if we succeed in winning that, we move to Nationals. And I am proud to say, although I was not apart of New Directions then, this club has mark it's first National win last year since 1993. And it is only appropriate for us to keep that title for as long as we could."

"New Directions?"

Blaine's the one who answers her, "New Directions is our Glee club's name."

"But mostly, Glee is more than that," Artie says, smiling. "But we can't necessarily explain it to you. We have to show it. Perhaps you could come to our rehearsal this evening? We could talk to Mr Schue for you to stay and watch, and if you're interested, you can just audition right then and there."

"That is, if you can sing. Can you sing? Or are you more of a dancer?" Joe asks.

"I th-think I prefer singing," Oh you know you can sing, a voice which sound awfully similar to Jesse says in her mind.

"That settles it, then!" Blaine literally claps his hand as an emphasis and a genuine smile scraps his face, "I'll guide you to the choir room this evening. And we'll meet the rest of glee club there."

And Nellie could only smiles in respond, as the rest of the gang change the conversation into an ask-and-answer session about her life.


"So, what do you think Nellie?" Mr Schue asks her sweetly, with a smile and eyes that expect her to say something good, or even better; her saying she wants to audition.

And that's just exactly what he gets. "I think I want to audition right now," she beams, and everyone in the room practically screams and clap their hands, and in a blink of an eye, she's in front of all of those people, awaiting her to start the performance.

She looks by her side, finding a grinning Joe with a guitar tuck safely on his laps, ready to accompany her throughout her audition. She smiles back, and with a deep breath, she nods her head- and with that cue, Joe strums the guitar, filling the silent atmosphere.

She closes her eyes, and remembers the first time she sings this song; to her family. To her dad, mama, Kristy, their big sister, even to Jesse and the rest of her family. And she's only twelve back then. "Remember those walls I built, well baby they're tumbling down and they didn't even put up a fight, they didn't even make a sound," she begins, and just like that, she could block out every sound that could distract her.

She could see her father's face, knowing how hard he is to raise her and her siblings. Kristin being such a 'smart-ass' (not her word, Jesse's word), Jesse's rebelliousness and her stubbornness; but Mr Joseph St. James keeps standing there, with a smile on his face and patience like no other. And her mother, even though busy, always have time if her children needs her at the most. Nellie smiles, "I found a way to let you in but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I've got my angel now."

"It's like I've been awakened, every rule I had you breakin'. It's the risk that I'm takin', I ain't never gonna shut you out," then, she could see the face of Kristin and Jesse. Kristin has always been the one to get in everyone's skin, especially Jesse's. And she always know, somehow, to say the right thing at the right time. And Jesse. God, please help her brother- he seriously needs an attitude makeover. She continues, "Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace. Baby I can see your halo, pray it won't fade away...,"

And then, she heard it. Soft, and gentle. Almost like a whisper of the breeze.

She opens her eyes slowly, surprised to see Brittany, Sugar and Tina harmonizing alongside with her.

She continues to sing, now more pumped up than ever, almost as if all the troubles that follows her before disappears and this sight before her, with Mr Schue wearing the biggest smile she has ever seen he puts on and with amazement glistening the most of everyone's eyes; she feels excited!

She ends her song soon enough, and for a second, the whole room goes silent- before Artie mutters, "Holy sweet mother of-,"

"Nellie! That was, that was so great!" Mr Schue stands up, coming to her. "Where did you learn to sing like that? Your vocal is phenomenal!"

"Yeah, answer him, Nellie," Tina gaps.

"Please," Wade squeaks.

Oh well, my mother insists all of her children to practice music, says it's a way for us to express ourselves and relaxes our mind. That's mostly why my sister is mostly excellent in cello and violin, while my brother and I are not only talented in handling piano and guitars, we are also vocally talented. But of course I'm not telling you that. That will lead all of you to question where did I came from, and that could risk of me telling everybody who I really am.

So, no.

Instead, Nellie brushes the raven-hair which falls to her face and answers slowly, "I-I always find singing as one of my best hobby."

"Well, it certainly is!" Mr Schue laughs, gripping her shoulders. "Well, with that said, let's welcome our newest member, Nellie Burgess!"

Everyone claps their hand although some of them isn't exactly wearing a happy expression, especially Tina, Wade, Brittany and even Blaine. Okay, what did she do now? She still keeps her smile though, as she is being congratulate by Joe, Sugar, Sam and Artie. She takes a seat next to Blaine, and leans down slightly to whisper, "Hey are you okay?"

Blaine makes a face, shrugging. "You were great."

"Thanks," she smiles, but quickly drops it. "Did I do something wrong?"

Blaine's about to say something when Brittany raises her hand and speaks, "Mr Schue. I don't think Nellie should be in glee club."

Mr Schue seems confused, "B-but why, Brittany?"

"Yeah, I think she sang okay," Artie adds.

"She's going to get all the solos, I know it," the blond says back bluntly, without any hesitation.

"What?" this time, it's Nellie who speaks up. "Solos?"

Suddenly, Tina joins the conversation, "Yes, this time, I agree with Brittany, Mr Schue. We already had Wade-slash-Unique to compete for solo, I don't need another one bugging in."

"Tina, before we rush into things-,"

"You said it so yourself, Mr Schue," Tina isn't letting down this easily. "She has phenomenal vocal. Obviously you're making her your favorite."

"What-,"

"Guys, you have to calm dow-," Sam's about to say, until Tina cuts her off.

"Shut it, Trouty Mouth."

"Sadly Mr Schue, I'm agreeing with Tina," Blaine finally says.

Nellie turns to him, wide-eyes. What the-

"Guys, I don't want solos," Nellie blurts out, out of panic.

Everyone turns to her, all jaw drops. It's Blaine who manages to chock out, "W-what?"

"I'm not saying I don't want it forever, but," Nellie hesitates, playing with the hem of her dress. "I'm still new here in this glee club thing. I don't think I will be jumping on right away to steal all of your solos. I still have a lot to learn."

"So, you're not going to compete for the solos?" It's Wade who asks.

Nellie licks her lips, "Well, not anytime soon, anyway..."

Brittany's smiles widen, "Mr Schue, I think Nellie should stay here in glee club."

Mr Schue nods his head slowly, "Well that's good to know, Brittany. So, anyone else has problem with Nellie being in Glee club?"

Blaine turns to her, and smiles widely. "I don't think so, Mr Schue."

"Yup. Nope." Sam says.

"She's good for the team, yo." Artie cheers.

"Can we do something with her hair? I thought she's Blaine's gay boyfriend when she first came here," Sugar asks.

Nellie cringes her nose at that, but fortunately Mr Schue cuts in and excuse everybody, noting about their assignment for the week before he walks out of the room. The glee club follows suit, and Nellie stands up, looking at Blaine. "So, are you okay now?"

Blaine looks up, smiling sadly. "Nellie, I'm so sorry I ever- I seriously thought you're going to take all of the solos. I was being selfish-,"

"Hey, it's okay. It's done. Don't dwell in it too much," she gushes, tilting her head to one side and smile.

Blaine stands up, and nods his head. "You were truly amazing, though," he sighs. "You deserve a solo if you ask for it."

"And I'll ask for it," she purses her lips together. "If I want it."

"So, do you want to hang out sometimes?" he asks.

Nellie perks up, "sure."

"I know a few places-,"

And the last thing Nellie manages to catch is a pair of penetrating eyes, staring right at her, before everything goes dark and her environment drowns in cackles and laughter, while somewhere, inserts Blaine's worrying voice. So this is how it feels like, her mind couldn't help but to point out. To get slushied.


Okay, tell me who survived reading through it? I know, I know, there is less Blellie than you hoped for. But as stated before, this is a story in progress. Therefore, you have to be patient- because there will be more Blellie shit to come. I promise you. Until then, tell me when to update- I'm free for the next two months! That is, if nothing interesting comes up.