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Angeline's POV
"Blaine… BLAINE!" I screamed in the top of my lungs. I glanced around and found myself in my old school, before the divorce. What the hell? I ran down the familiar, dark hallways. I have no idea what's going on, but I knew in my gut that I should go find my brother. I could sense something… bad.
I zoomed, passing lockers and classroom, occasionally checking some of the rooms.
This is a dream. I know it. But it feels so real.
I passed one hallway, just only taking a quick glance. I stopped dead on my tracks and turned back around. My eyes widened as I saw the scene at the end of that hallway. 3 bulky boys hovered over a horrified Blaine, blood covering every inch of their bodies, mostly my dear brother. Hot tears rolled down my face. I tried to run, but everything was slow-motion, as if I was stuck in molasses. One of the guys kicked Blaine on his side and he yelled in pain.
"BLAINE!"
I woke up with a start. I patted my face and felt that it was slightly sticky with my sweat. I sighed in relief that it was only a dream. Wait, no. Correction, nightmare. I sat up straight on my bed, not wanting to close my eyes again.
I spotted my clock on the side of my bed, resting on the drawer, glowing a bright blue light. It said it was 6. Whoa, that's way too early for me. Next to the clock was a framed photo of me and Blaine, 2 years ago, smiling like the past never happened.
Wow, Friday, I never thought I would want to get you over with. In the evening, Mom said that Blaine will be coming home from Dalton Academy for the weekends; I finally get to see him. Yeah, I will be surprising him, he had no idea that I would be living with him and Mom for the rest of my high school years. But the evening is far too long for me to wait. You can probably guess that I can be a tad impatient.
I have the same exact feeling for this Monday. I will finally be going to McKinley High School, along with my childhood friend Quinn, Brittany, and Santana. Sigh, I bet ya that my first day will be memorable.
I looked at my surroundings, wide awake with nothing to do. The guest room was finally decorated to my liking, which is not much. I came to Lima only 2 days ago and yet I didn't waste time to get things in place. So now, the closet was filled with my interesting variety of clothing, drawers were stuffed with my must-have books and journals that I write in whenever I have the time, I had posters of my favorite celebrities taped to the walls along with personal photos, and at the foot of my bed, my favorite little stuffed animal fox, Roxy, who I admired so dang much. (Yes, I'm so original with names, I was only 5)
Roxy was somewhat my prized possession, being given to me by both of my parents, and also being used to bother Blaine.
Right, back to thinking of Blaine. I miss that boy so much that it seriously should be quite funny when it's not.
Ding! I have an idea. I jumped out of bed, ready to go tell Mom what I had in mind but quickly paused myself. It's 6 in the morning. Mom is still sleeping. Should I get back to moping?… or….
"Angeline, honey? What are you doing up this early?-" Mom stopped once she reached the kitchen in her fluffy pink robe. I smiled at her as I poured fresh, hot coffee into her special Disney mug. She gaped at the food placed on the table. "You made all this?"
"Mommy, you sound too shocked for my liking," I smirked. "Yes, I cooked all of this, the eggs, the bacon, the chocolate chip pancakes."
She reluctantly sat down at the end of the table, he usual spot, and took a nibble of a piece of bacon. "You have learned to cook well, anak." (A/n: Anak means child in Filipino) I sat down across from her, looking at the plate I set up for myself. "How did you learn to do so?" I scrunched my nose to the thought of my first experience of cooking on my own. "Oh sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's ok, Mom," I sighed, biting into my pancakes. I shifted around in my seat and glanced at her. "Is it alright if you drive me to Dalton? I really want to see Blaine, it'd be a better surprise if I see him there, eh?" I pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
"Of course, I don't have work today, but I believe that we'll have to get there around 3. That's after school and he'll be at his Warbler practice," she replied, sipping her coffee. I nodded, grinning in excitement. "You miss your brother, don't you?"
"Yeah, as you know, I haven't seen or heard from either of you in 2 years." I grimaced as a thought came to me. "Dalton's treating him well?"
"Yes, it's fantastic with the no bullying rule. He hasn't encountered since he transferred there."
Months before my parent's divorce, Blaine had been bullied multiple times because he had confirmed he was gay. He had recently turned 13 at the time. After school, we would meet up at the entrance of the school, waiting for our Mom to pick us up and he would be covered with purple bruises and barely bleeding cuts. What a horrible time. When he told our parents, all hell broke loose, Dad was not happy that he boys liked other boys. I was so furious at the way Dad treated Blaine after that, he never saw him the same. He urged Blaine to do "manly" sports, have him work on a car with him, forced him to workout, and yelled at him for being his musically talented self. After the divorce, Mom and Blaine had moved all the way to Lima, as I was in sole custody to my father. Within a week, Blaine called and told me he was transferring to a school in Westerville, a town not so far from Worthington. Yet Dad did all he can to not let me contact or visit him in Westerville. It was a bit shocking that he would let me visit in the summer times, but only just 3 times. 3 times. I still love him though, he treats me right and loves me. Although he might feel the same for his son.
Either way, I was thrilled to at least hear that Dalton is treating Blaine right and accepting him for him.
Around 1, we left to Westerville, since it'll take a good 2 hours to get to the private school. Mom decided to call him and say that she's dropping off something and quickly going off to do more errands (which she does have). I was jumping in the car seat impatiently.
We got there a few minutes after 3 and we waited for everyone that was dismissed from school to leave the building. I stepped out of the car and waved to my Mom for her to be on her merry way.
"You 2 better get home on time," she demanded.
"We will," I answered with a roll of my eyes, not understanding why she was suddenly protective. "Bye, Mommy." She finally waved back then drove out of the parking lot. I entered the building, feeling confident on what I was doing. I immediately skipped over to the front desk. "Excuse me, can you tell me where the Warblers are practicing in?" I asked the elderly woman typing on the computer.
"Yes they're in *whatever room*," she told me sweetly. She glanced at me, pushing her thin rimmed glasses near her eyes. "I'm sorry, do you go to the sister school, miss?"
"No, I'm just here to visit my brother. Am I able to visit?" I questioned nicely.
"Yes of course. But hold on. May I have your name?" she asked me.
"I'm Angeline Anderson," I told her. She typed rapidly on the keyboard of the computer, it was a shock to see those wrinkly fingers go. She smiled at me as she gave me a name tag sticker with my name, date and the word visitor printed on it.
I thanked her greatly and walked on, trying my best to find the certain room, passing boys along the way. I can't help but think Blaine was in paradise to be surrounded by fairly attractive guys, I definitely would be. I must be close because I soon heard angelic singing down the hallway.
I realized they were in the room with the doors wide open. I remember the song they're singing surprisingly, "Do You Think I'm Sexy". I was in awe that it was in acapella, it was such an amazing sound. I, cautiously, let myself inside, seeing a group of guys dancing and singing. .com/watch?v=sxDDBa_Nti8
"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
C'mon sugar, let me know
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
C'mon honey tell me so
Tell me so baby
He's acting shy, looking for an answer
Aw, c'mon honey, let's spend the night together
Now hold on a minute, before we go much further
Give me a dime, so I can phone my brother
Then catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
C'mon sugar, let me know
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
C'mon honey tell me so…"
A blonde headed boy spotted me, stopping. "We have a visitor!" Everyone followed after and whizzed around to see me. "A cute visitor." I blushed and clutched my shoulder bag tighter out of habit.
"Um, thanks?" I muttered. "I'm looking for Blaine Anderson."
The guys muffled in reply, I only hear a few say that he's taken and that they're free. I giggled at their attempt on flirting. Suddenly from the sea of boys that were now crowding me, came my brother. I was nearly in tears from seeing him. "Some one call for me?…. A-Angie?" He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed with all his will power. "Boys, this is my little sister," he said, pulling away from me. "Angeline."
"You're sister's cute, dude," a guy in the back declared. Some of the boys nodded, which didn't help my terrible blushing.
"Guys shut up, you're making this plenty awkward for the both of us," Blaine uttered, gripping my shoulders. He led me out of the room and closed the door slightly. "You're here. You're actually here!"
"Yup, I'm going to be living with you and mom for the rest of my high school life," I responded. "Fantastic right!"
"It's wonderful!" he said hugging me again. "It's been 2 years, Angie. You've grown."
"You too… well maybe not in height," I teased. He glared at me and nudged my arm. "You don't know how much I missed that!"
"Sorry to interrupt the family reunion," that same blonde said, popping his head out from the door, "but are we going to practice or what?"
"Oh, right. (To me) We got to talk after ok?"
I nodded and walked back into the practice room, sitting in one of the chairs. "Alright. I'll wait, besides I want to see you pretty boys sing."
After an hour and a half of the Warblers singing, dancing, discussing, and randomly flirting with me, Blaine and I got to have time to ourselves. As I helped Blaine place things into his car for the weekend, I can't help but ask, "So, um, who's the lucky boy?"
He almost dropped his keys from what I said. "What? Where did you hear that?"
"Some of the guys said you were taken… So tell me!"
He smiled warmly at me as he laid against his car. "His name is Kurt. He used to come to Dalton. I think you'll meet him once you start going to McKinley." I returned the grin, my heart fluttering in my chest. He closed his eyes for a moment as if to savor every minute of the boy's name.
"You must love him," I replied, wiping away an unexpected tear.
He walked over and kissed my forehead, something I'd rarely want him to do, but I accepted it for now since for the touching moment we're having. "Yes, I do. Now let's get going, we don't want Mom to worry, right?" I nodded. We got into his car, all set, and were on our way back to Lima, where my new home was.