A/N: Hello again! :D Thank you so much for the reviews and the kind words! :) They really did make me smile! :D I know you all hate me for taking so SO long updating and ruining this story but ah well! :P I had so many exams the past few weeks and things but this one is long, so yay! I think you'll be happy to know I new have a beta :D Now I won't have as many typo's and things :) BUT REALLY SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN AGES! II will try my best to be better :) Now ENJOY THE BLAINE/RACHEL POV! :D
"Well hello, little brother, you ready to go?" Rachel said in the most patronising voice Blaine had ever heard as she walked up to his locker.
"Hey Rach," He answered, giving her a forced smile before focusing his attention on his locker. "Don't worry, I'm nearly done. I just need to get some stuff."
"Okay, but we have to get home quickly. I need to rehearse this song that I want to perform in glee club tomorrow: 'Your Song' by Elton John."
"Wow, very nice," Blaine replied, not really caring too much.
"Yeah, I was thinking of songs to do and I was really stuck because, you know I've performed a lot of songs, and I really didn't know what to sing because I was going to reattempt singing 'The Climb' after my shocking first try when I lost my voice, but then I remembered exactly how tragic that was and didn't want that happening again as I think whatever Miley Cyrus sings is an infection so I really don't wanna go there but then I remembered when you were little and you always used to love playing 'Your Song' on the guitar because you always thought it sounded better and to be honest it did, and it gave the song a more classic feel, so I was wondering-"
"Rachel?" Blaine cut in in the middle of Rachel's especially long ramble, even though she dished them out every day after school. "Do you breathe? Like ever!"
"Excuse me?"
"You just ramble, on and on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON..." Blaine said jokily as he placed his books in his overly large bag.
"Okay little brother, I get it. You don't have to get so sarcastic about it!" Rachel snapped.
"Wow Rach, what's up with you? You seem so much more uptight and annoying than usual!"
"HEY! Stop that," She said in a more relaxed manner. "You've become cheeky, my likkle Blainey," She said brightening up a little.
"Really? likkle Blainey? I don't think you've ever called me that one before - even when I was little..."
"Yes I did! When you went through that clumsy phase and you dropped everything and then cried about it."
"Oh yeah! I dropped my favourite Batman mug. That was sad..."
"You used to have hot chocolate in it every night before bed."
"I curse young Blaine for breaking that mug."
"That's a little harsh!"
"Well, he did drop my favourite ever mug ever on the floor!"
"True. Anyway, you made me lose my train of thought. Would you play 'Your Song' on guitar from me tomorrow in Glee?" Please?"
Blaine's face sunk as the word 'Glee' left Rachel's mouth. Glee. That miserable place where everyone hated him. Well, the whole school hated him, but still.
Every practice he would go in and smile at Rachel who was always with Finn and listen to people sing. He always applaud them and was nice to everyone even if it wasn't reciprocated. He may not exactly say anything to anyone, but if they ever had an encounter with him he would always smile and be polite to them. But they didn't care.
Blaine had never sung in Glee before. He didn't even have to audition to get it, but got in simply because he was the brother of Rachel- The star of the show. Rachel always got all the solos and always stood at the front, which he wasn't bothered by. But having to listen to the other Glee kids talk about her was what annoyed Blaine the most. He was too shy to say anything. Too shy to speak at all. He may have had ideas for competitions or numbers, but never voiced them. He felt unloved by everyone except Rachel. But she didn't really make any effort to come and talk to him in glee club either. Maybe it was because she was so obsessed with her image. That was something Blaine wasn't too fond of Rachel for. She cared too much about everything.
"Rach, you know no one in glee club likes me, I'm not even sure they know I exist. I don't feel comfortable performing in front of them. You know, I think it's best if-"
"Blaine, no, don't say that. It's not that they don't know you exist! It's just that you're... well you're-"
"Leave it Rach. I know you're trying to help but they don't like me and we both know it. Nobody even tried to talk to me because I'm a nerd Rachel. They would be accused of being my friend and apparently that's a crime. They would be caught dead talking to me."
"No Blaine, don't be so hard on yourself." Rachel rubbed her little brother's back in a comforting manner as he looked at her lovingly.
"Thanks Rach, but it's simple. I'm a loser. A big loser."
"Come on, no you're not! Everybody knows who you are!"
"Yeah, but for the wrong reasons." He looked to the floor as if to hide away his face as sorrow and emptiness poured into his body.
"Blaine, please don't get so down about this. You're a nice guy! You will find friends."
"It's been a year, Rachel," He said still staring at the ground. "Most people have found their friends by now. But it's okay. I get it. No one wants to be treated like I am, so they stay away."
"Blaine, I don't know why exactly they don't talk to you but I can tell you as a fact that in Glee, everyone's safe. No one judges one another and we're all a family. That's how it works in there. Even if half of them do hate me."
"Really?" He asked as he lifted his head and gave Rachel the most annoyed yet hopeless expression she had ever seen. "If everyone's such a family, then why do they struggle to remember my name, huh? Why do they organise group numbers without me? Why do they laugh at me? Why don't they care when I sit there silently on my own every day? Huh, Rach? Why? Oh, that's right, because we aren't a family! They don't care!"
Blaine voice grew louder and louder, getting angrier and angrier as he went on. "They don't care about what I do, or how I feel! No one does but you and our dads! Even you ignore me as soon as we get to school! I have no friends. None. You hear me, Rachel? I have none at all! I have no one to eat lunch with, no one to laugh with, no one to cheer me up when I'm down and no one I can be myself with. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you know what it's like for me? No you don't. Because you have Finn. You have at least some friends. Every day I feel invisible. I have tried being nice, joining clubs, doing everything I can but somehow I still end every day either in the dumpster or curled up on the bathroom floor with bruises all over my body!"
Blaine breathed heavily to contain the anger circulating his veins. He clenched his fists and just stared at Rachel, feeling a twinge of guilt enter his body for yelling at her. He knew he shouldn't have gotten so mad but he had to let it out. He had bottled it up for too long, and now he had just thrown it all on Rachel. God, he felt bad, he was starting to feel worse for her. But the worst part was that it didn't even help as he still had a ton of things on his chest. He looked away from a silent Rachel, who was speechless to say the least. She felt so much for her brother. Her heart ached every time she heard the cries for help escape his bedroom every night. What hurt the most was the way he would pretend nothing was wrong, the way he roamed the halls alone. He lost that glisten in his eye he used to wear so well. It broke her, but what could she do? She was too afraid to do anything about it, for the sheer reason of getting tortured the way Blaine did. Yes, she sometimes walked with him to classes when Finn wasn't around and tagged along with him sometimes but she never did anything else. And she felt awful.
"Look Blaine... I-"
"No, Rach." He said as he took a deep breath. He lifted his head back up again and looked into Rachel's eyes. "There isn't any more to say." He dropped his shoulders and a tear rolled down his face. He wiped it quickly and broke his gaze, taking another deep breath to stop himself from breaking down. "I think I'm just gonna walk home on my own."
That evening Blaine and Rachel didn't say a word to each other. Blaine locked himself in his room as usual and Rachel just pretended nothing had happened – as usual. At dinner they had to make short chit-chat to avoid raising suspicion but at breakfast not even a look was exchanged.
When the two got to school Rachel drifted off to find Finn and Blaine was left alone. He looked around to spot any jocks that could potentially cause trouble, but thankfully the coast was clear. He entered the school and cautiously scanned the hallways for any hazards that may come his way, the last thing he needed was someone making him feel worse than he already did. He was so tired of taking all the abuse but he had no other option but to ignore. Ignore everyone.
Throughout the day there was one thing on Blaine's mind: the fact that he had glee practice. He wasn't looking forward to Glee at all. He never did anyway but something about being in the same room as Rachel after he told her about everything he felt just shook him with embarrassment. He couldn't confide in anyone else, and even Rachel didn't know what to say, so he really had no one. But he didn't mind. He was used to it.
Last lesson was agonising for Blaine. Every time the clock ticked he knew he was one minute closer to his trauma. 'It's just another practice' 'It will only last an hour' he told himself. But nothing worked.
The bell rang to signal the end of school and Blaine made his way to his locker, casually ignoring the glares and whispers people threw at him on a daily basis. He sighed as he stood in front of his locker, remembering what happened the previous day and felt the regret build up in his stomach. His locker door swung open and inside was a picture of his family he put in there the first day he got to McKinley. He looked up at Rachel's smiling face, thinking of her confidence and tenacity in Glee. She didn't care what people thought, even though she knew people didn't like her and always rose to the challenge. So... why couldn't Blaine? He'd been thinking about it all day, and thinking of what he said yesterday. Maybe he could finally show people that he was confident too. That he could break out of his shy, sheltered state and show his classmates that he wasn't the percieved person they'd all thought Blaine to be for so long. Today, he'd prove his worth.
When Blaine walked into the choir room he sat down in his usual spot in the back right hand corner silently as he watched the rest of the group socialise until Mr. Schue arrived. Rachel was sat on Finn's lap, Tina and Mike were snuggling, Quinn was batting her eyelashes at everyone, Puck and Sam were practising accents whilst Mercedes, Artie and Sugar watched, Santana was teaching Brittany how to use scissors and Rory was trying to make his tongue touch his nose. So nothing was out of the norm.
When Mr. Schue walked in everyone had barely had a chance to settle down before Rachel's hand shot up.
"Mr. Schuester, I'd like to perform a song for the class that I think would make a excellent number for sectionals and reflects my talent perfectly."
"Oh, hey Rachel, nice to see you too. Uh yeah, sure, the floor is yours."
"I'm going to be singing a classic by Elton John that was also covered by Ellie Goulding and is a personal favourite of mine, 'Your Song'.
Blaine felt a slight flicker of nerves pass through him as realised what he was about to do. "Urm Rachel, would you mind if I accompany you with that?"
Every head in the room turned to the back right-hand corner where Blaine sat. They almost looked astonished that he had the ability to talk, let alone perform. Everyone had confused faces but Rachel wore a huge smile as she nodded.
"Of course you can," she said as brushed her hair behind her ear and looked down. Blaine made his was to the front, feeling every eye in the room fixating on him. He grabbed a stool and a guitar that was lying around in the room as he exchanged a nervous look with Rachel. She just smiled at the fact her brother was actually talking to her but she was also so proud that he was finally performing for the group. Although she wasn't entirely sure he would sing.
Blaine looked at the band and then realised he was about to play in front of the people who ignored him every day. He wasn't nervous to play because he knew the song inside out, but it was the fact that everyone was looking at him – and Rachel of course, but he couldn't help but think everyone would laugh at him. He felt like just running out of the room but he couldn't, not now.
He looked down at the guitar and started playing an acoustic version of the song, which as Rachel said, did give it a classic feel.
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
Rachel sang in her outstanding voice as usual but something was different. She wasn't singing as bold, or making a huge spectical of herself like she usually did, she was just singing as if she would in her room with her brother. Something about singing this song reminded Blaine of when he was a kid. The memories hit him with each word Rachel sang, reminding him of the Rachel that didn't act perfect all the time. The one that wasn't always confident and old. The one Blaine knew. The way she sang felt raw and personal, and warmed Blaine's heart with a tenderness he never thought he'd feel, at least never from his sister.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Blaine's nerves left his system at that point as he got lost in the music. He was just so happy to finally be playing again, especially with his sister, which made everything a whole lot better. He felt if he tried, he could find the confidence to sing, even if it was just a quiet harmony. So he did.
And you can tell everybody this is your song
Rachel smiled as she heard the familiar voice ring in her ears. She felt the nostalgia grown on her as she remembered how they always used to sing the song as children and couldn't help but smile even wider.
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
Rachel was getting hesitant. At this point of the song as kids, Blaine usually sung the last line of his own, but she didn't know if to pause and let Blaine sing or to just continue in case he didn't sing the line. But she just paused.
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
Blaine looked up at Rachel, who just couldn't stop smiling. She beamed at him before embracing him in a tight hug. She was so proud of him for singing on his own in front of people for the first time in a while.
Every person's facial expression in the room changed from confused to amazed. They couldn't believe that the silent, awkward, 'gay with the A' Anderson could play guitar and sing like that! Mr. Schue was definitely pleased and was the first to clap before the rest of the group joined in enthusiastically. Everyone was so supportive and smiled at him as he passed them to sit in the corner of the room when Mike offered him a seat near him and Tina. This made Blaine melt with happiness at the fact that Mike had actually talked to him. Someone had talked to him. Let alone one of the best dancers in glee club! For the first time in what felt like a lifetime Blaine felt worth while, or at least no longer invisible. He felt a genuine sense of happiness begin to fill up inside of him, a feeling that had been withheld from him for a long did it. Finally. He broke the shell and he had never felt better. But if he was being honest, he really couldn't believe that all he did was play guitar a little and sing one line in a song to be accepted. That was all. Which didn't make much sense since everyone liked Matt even though he didn't sing. Ever. Well, that's what Rachel told him, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment and wait, who was that in the window of the choir room door? They were in a Cheerio uniform and... oh wow it was Kurt Hummel. Why was Kurt Hummel even near the choir room?
Blaine assumed it was to talk to Quinn about Cheerio practice or something, but Quinn didn't seem to notice Kurt. Maybe there was another reason. But Blaine convinced himself to forget about the whole thing as it obviously didn't concern him. ...Did it?
A/N: Okay I'm sorry for ruining this story even more, I know I'm bad and stuff but still, please review and favourite and things, even though I suck at updating D: I had 2 shows the last week and I have my excuses so it wasn't all just procrastination! :P See you soon :D
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