I, Rachel Berry, have a brother that is a grade under me and is nearly two years younger. His birthday is in November whist mine is in January. I knew I had a brother, duh, but Kurt (who is staying over right now) hadn't any idea. Which I find crazy that I hadn't introduced them because they're both gay and lonely and awesome.

My brother's name is Blaine Anderson. He has a different last name than the rest of the family, for he had been adopted from an abusive couple. Poor little bow tie wearing Blaine. My little brother was adorable to say the least. I wouldn't be surprised if Kurt actually swooned the first time meeting him.

It was nearing time to slip into pyjamas and crawl into bed. The sun dipped behind the horizon and crickets sang. My dads were gone on their weekly Friday night date which meant it was mine and Kurt's weekly slumber party. I honestly don't know where Blaine is. He was always gone somewhere on Friday nights, so I'm pretty that's where he is right now.

Kurt stood up from my pink bed frozen as if someone had hit pause on his life. Kurt murmured, "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

The moaning of a door opening was heard. Kurt said, "That!"

I knew it was probably just Blaine. I replied, "That was just my brother."

"You have a brother?" He asked, scandalized. Right… he never met my brother, nor have I told him anything about Blaine.

"He's in grade nine, and adopted from two parents completely different from my dad's. We're not related… at all. But I-" thundering footsteps down the hallway followed by the harsh shriek of a door next to my room closing cut me off. I continued, "He's just being moody."

"Oh."

"He's gay, too." I said feeling a little smirk slip onto my face.

Breathlessly, Kurt asked, "Can I go met him?" He had already been moving towards the door with ears perked up and a gentle smile upon his face.

"Of course. Why would deny a chance of my brother and my best friend to date?"

We walked out into the hallway, and I was face to face to his door. My knocking was followed by a muffled go away.

"He's just being moody," I whispered to Kurt. "Blaine! There's no lock, so I can just waltz in here!"

Another muffled please go away poured out from behind the door. I had shrugged at Kurt. He was taking hesitant steps towards me with a sheepish look stapled to his face. I didn't know if it was from the little pleas of go away, or the fact he had never met another gay kid. I don't know. Moaning as I opened it, the door had shade pool out of it, and not a yellow light like I expected. Once I walked in, the back of Blaine's blue hoodie bathed my view. His back trembled as if it were going through something straining even though he was just standing there. I took a couple steps into the room, and with every noise he flinched. Why was he flinching? Whispering his name, I had forgot about Kurt who was sneaking in the room.

He turned around, and I felt my heart thump into my stomach. Tears were running all over the terrain of his cheek. Black, blue, purple and even some yellow trapped his eye. His lip was split, a thick cut on his neck looking like a cherry pie and blood trickled down his forehead. My heart threw itself hard into my chest, and the air was sucked out of the room

"Blaine, what happened?" I asked with a voice just above a whispered.

"I-I-I," he stammered. Until I heard a gasp from behind me, I hadn't notice the front of his hoodie was no longer blue. It was red.

"Kurt! Can you go get the first aid kit from the bathroom?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Kurt bolted out of the room as if it burned him.

"Blaine…" he looked at me with his eyes that looked so much like a kicked puppy's. His face held no emotions; he looked completely dazed. Mouth hanging open only the slightest. "Blaine, tell me what happened." I honestly didn't want to know what happened. Especially if it was what I think I was.

"I was walking back from my guitar lessons, and these people from my-my class were t-there and-and-and…" His breath was starting to run out. he didn't need to finish the sentence, and I really didn't need him having a panic attack.

"Okay I need you to breath." He sucked in a deep breath that shook violently when released. "My friend that you just saw is Kurt. His step mom is a nurse, so he's going to patch you up then were going to phone dad."

"No."

"No?"

"We are not phoning our parents."

"Why not, Blaine?"

Kurt came into the room with medical supplies spilling out of his arms. He said, "I got the stuff!"

"We'll talk about this later." I whispered to Blaine.

Kurt knelt in front of my brother, and started poking at him and bandaging him up. I stood back feeling a burn of bile inching up my throat. That was my little brother. He looked as if he ran through a war zone or something. People did this to him. I feel disgusted.

"Blaine, I need you to look left."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

I wasn't really paying attention to their conversation. I was trying to calm all the emotions storming in my head. Anger. Sorrow. Rage. Crestfallen. Confused. Lost. At one point Kurt's lips ran into Blaine's nose; my brother blushed a red deeper than a rose. Kurt even got him laughing at one point. Blaine had Kurt giggling, but it all went to hell when Kurt asked, "Can you take off your hoodie and shirt."

Blaine's breath was sputtered and mixed with pleas of don't and go away. Kurt was trying to shush him while I repeated over and over again like a broken record that it was okay. I knew it wasn't. Whatever caused the blood to spill all over his hoodie was not stopping, and I had no idea how to calm him down. His freaking out was causing panic to my own to start boiling.

"Blaine! For the love of god if you don't take off that hoodie, I will call our dads right now!"

He froze. He slowly peeled off his sweatshirt. He slipped off the now red shirt (it was white). He sucked in a breath. I stopped breathing. Kurt looked so pale he could've been a ghost. We were standing in the middle of the room in a triangle formation. Red letters oozing from his chest all the way into his pants spelt 'fag'. The red letters snarled at us. I almost backed out of the room. This wasn't real. It was a dream. It wasn't real. My little brother didn't have that written on him. He didn't. It was a dream. Why was everything so hazy?

"Blaine, it's okay." Kurt said at some point. A faint sound of hard sobs snapped me out of this haze that was forming in front of me. The sobs sounded so sorrow and painful. It was as if the person throat was tearing apart from them. That person was my brother.

He was gripping onto Kurt like a lifeline. The shirt Kurt was wearing was dripping in blood now too. Kurt cleaned, medicated and bandaged my brother's torso, as the tears and snot poured out his face like a never ending waterfall. Kurt tucked him into his bed whispering promises of it'll be okay until his eyes closed and snores pooled out from his mouth. He turned to me, "Rachel…" that's when I notice how wet my cheeks were. How sore my eyes felt.

"That's my baby brother."

"I know, Rach. Let's go out to the living room and drink some tea or something." So that's what we did. A cup of hot tea was wrapped inside and burning my fingers, but I didn't care enough to peel them off. I couldn't look up at Kurt. My mind was blurred with bloodied letters.

"You okay?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"You look like you're going to puke or something."

I felt like puking. After swallowing the frog sitting in my throat, I said, "I-I don't think I'm ever going to un-see that."

"I wouldn't expect you too."

"And what the hell am I supposed to tell my dad's! 'Oh hey! By the way your son has a bad word engraved on his chest.'" I nearly screamed. Kurt hushed me—to my annoyance—that I was going to wake up Blaine. "Also, how were you so good in that situation? I did nothing. My brother was beaten, and I stood there like a fool."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I was good there only because I actually know stuff about medication and I've never met your brother before. If it was someone close to me, I would've freaked out."

A deep breath tickled my wet lips, and I replied, "I don't even want to know the whole story. Does that make me selfish?"

"No, it doesn't. Don't be hard on yourself, Rach. He'll be fine."

"Hopefully."

A few minutes of silence passed, and I needed to take my mind of… that. In a much happier tone than the night has been going, I asked, "So… did you think my brother was cute?"

"Really Rachel?"

"Just answer the question. We need a different subject to dwell ourselves on."

A wave of thought crashed over him before he answered, "On different terms, yes, I would think he was adorable."

"Ha! You could be my future in-law!"

"Oh lord save me."

We bantered back and forth. The pervious events temporally meandered its way out of my head. I had been glad for that.

"Kurt! My wardrobe is not that bad."

"I'm pretty sure your clothes came crawling out of my dead grandma's closet."

"Whatever."

All the memories, though, rushed in my head and flooded it, as hesitant footsteps descended the stairs. I was tense. I don't know why. He's my brother I shouldn't be afraid to see him. I don't think I was scared to see him, but terrified of seeing the damage that was done. Little thumps went into the kitchen then finally to the dining table Kurt and I had vacated.

Hidden under his breath Blaine said, "Hello."

"Couldn't sleep?" Kurt asked, and, oh, how I envied his casualness to the situation.

"N-no, I-"he cleared his throat. "I can't stop seeing them."

"If you want, you can come sit down."

"If you don't mind, I would love to."

He sat to the left of me, and across the way from Kurt. A tension choked the room. I didn't know what to say. Kurt didn't know what to say. Blaine didn't know what to say. Silence was stretching over minutes agonizingly slow making them feel like hours passed. There had been the sound of a clock ticking away in someone's room, but it was faint.

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I was freaked out, well, still am, but I just wanted to say sorry." Blaine filled the silence.

"Wow, you definitely not like your sister… She would never apologize about how she acted even though she's the one out of the two of you that should."

"Hey!" I shrieked. Blaine laughed. I had to take a breath from the amount of relief that smacked me. He laughed. That's great. That's actually fantastic.

"Blaine you don't need to apologize. You're my best friend's brother. It's okay."

Blaine looked down with a red spilled all over his cheeks, and replied, "Yeah, I just feel better if I do. I'm really, really embarrassed if I'm being completely honest."

"Don't be embarrassed! Now, I wanted to know if you would like to dance with me."

"Even after-"

Kurt cut him off, "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

"Well then my good sir Kurt, I would love to dance."

Mirroring Blaine's redden cheeks, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, and led him to the living room. They both slow danced with the faint voice of Katy Perry playing in the background. Yup, Kurt Hummel is totally going to be my brother in-law.

Later that night Blaine woke up screaming for people to get off of him. I felt like my funeral bell rang after I heard that. Thank god Kurt was there to calm him down. I don't think I could. There was a long road of recovery ahead of us, but I think that Kurt's going to be walking alongside us the whole way there.

Authors note: I know… cheesy ending and darker fic. Prompts? And! I don't own glee and if I did, it would basically be the Klaine show. To be honest.