Chapter 2
AN: I do not own Glee or anything else you recognize.
The McKinley syllabus was surprisingly easy. It was no walk in the park but it wasn't Dalton standard either.
Local schools, a voice laughed in Blaine's head.
Don't be all superior, Blaine muttered.
"What was that?" Mike Chang asked. He had offered to help Blaine today, as it was his first day and Blaine has accepted, seeing at Rachel had skipped off with Hummel for Math.
"Nothing. It's just that… Everything is so different. Private schools are so… Confined, in a way."
"Yeah, my dad wanted to put me in one. I spent a day there and came running home. It's not my kind of place." Mike nodded. Blaine gave a smile and they headed off to their final class for the day, Chemistry. They entered the lab and Blaine spotted Kurt alone, staring off into space. As Mike went and placed a kiss on Tina's cheek, Blaine appeared beside Kurt and placed his books on the table with a slight bang. Kurt jumped and stared at Blaine, looking flustered and very, very -
Blaine! The voice warned.
" Blaine. You scared me."
"Boo. Where's Rachel?"
"In the nurse's room, she is not quite feeling well."
"Is that an excuse or is she really ill?" Blaine asked, sitting down.
"Of course she is. Rachel never misses class. Imagine how it would look on her CV." Kurt said, handing Blaine a pair of goggles.
"Right, so what are we supposed to do?" Blaine asked, peering into the apparatus.
"Attempt to work with some chemicals. Blow things up. Without getting dirty." Kurt said distantly.
The teacher hurried into the room. Mr. Langdon looked exactly like a chemist, with an air of excitement as he looked the chemicals. He had dark brown hair and his brown eyes sparkled as they set on Blaine.
"Oh, goody! A new student!"
Blaine sighed. Here we go again…
"I got it!" Rachel jumped up and down with excitement and clutched the papers to her chest. She was in her kitchen with Kurt. Kurt grinned.
She set the papers on the table.
"Excited?" she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Very. You don't think it's too early, do you?"
"Too early, shmoo early."
"Rachel, I'm hungry, cook something, woman!" Blaine came in the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator.
"Blaine. I'm busy. Order something." Rachel said, not too patiently.
"Busy doing what?" Blaine's voice came from behind a carton.
"Applying for college."
Blaine looked at Rachel.
"Berry, it's the first day of school."
"It doesn't matter; we have to do everything humanly possible to get into Juilliard." Kurt said.
"I thought you guys wanted to do a major in musical theatre." Blaine said his head now in the deep freezer. Rachel made a gesture of slamming the freezer's door on her brothers head.
"We do." Kurt said, trying not to laugh.
"So why apply to Juilliard?"
"Whatever you're trying to say, Blaine, get on with it." Rachel said. Blaine's head poked out.
"So, sister dear, Juilliard doesn't have a musical theatre program." Blaine said as if it were the most obvious thing in the work.
He was greeted by shocked silence.
"SAY WHAT NOW, BROTHER?" Rachel shrieked. Blaine blinked at them. The look of them reminded him of a deer caught in headlights.
"Um, Juilliard doesn't have a musical theatre program." he said a little more cautiously, as Rachel's hand was getting a little too close to that knife.
"How is that possible?" Kurt said in a dazed voice
"You seriously didn't know? Do you not do your research?" Blaine asked. Rachel grabbed the application papers she had put in front on Kurt and frantically went through them.
"He's right! How can he be right? Screw you, Blaine." Rachel there the papers at Blaine and stormed off. Blaine stared helplessly after her.
"What the hell did I do?" he wondered out loud.
"You know Rachel, she's just angry. She went all KILL THE MESSENGER. She'll get over it." Kurt said, picking up his satchel.
"Are YOU okay?" Blaine looked worried. Kurt was as much a diva as Rachel. He obviously wasn't as okay as he was letting on.
"Well, my dreams have been crushed. I'll have to make new ones. Find a new dream apartment, classes, etc. It's hard work being a dreamer." And with that odd note, Kurt hurried up to Rachel's room, leaving Blaine staring behind him.
"Rachel, calm down, we'll look for other colleges. It's really not that bad. Tomorrow, we'll go to Ms. Pillsbury and ask her, okay?" Kurt said, stroking Rachel's back as she stared ahead as if she was contemplating murder. The bell rings and Rachel doesn't even look up.
"Rachel, don't you want to see who that is?"
" It's probably Blaine's food. Kurt, what if we don't get into the same college? What if we never make it as stars and we don't ever get recognised. Kurt, I need applause to live, you know that as well as I do, how will I survive if I get into some community college-"
"Oi, Berry, you're boyfriend's here!" Blaine's voice came from downstairs, cutting Rachel off mid-rant. She jumped up and hurried down. Kurt sighed and lay back on Rachel's bed. He heard squealing from Rachel and laughter from Finn. He guessed whatever problem they had had been solved.
"I wouldn't go into the living room right now, things are getting hot and heavy." Blaine's jerked Kurt to reality. Kurt sat up straight, the back of his head messy with bed hair. He saw Blaine leaning against the door. He tried not to notice how Blaine had crossed his arms, which did good things to his biceps. He's Rachel's brother, he told himself.
"Well, I'd better get going." Kurt said, trying to fix his hair. He looked at Rachel's mirror and patted the back of his head. He looked back to see Blaine staring at him.
He felt color rise to his cheeks.
"You're staring. Why are you staring?"
Blaine smiled.
"Because you're so pretty."
Kurt blushed. He was not used to this. But before he could find something witty to say, Blaine turned around and left saying "Tell Rachel to keep an ear out for the bell. I don't want to go hungry just because she's getting some."
Kurt wondered for a moment how Blaine could just talk like that to a person he barely knew. Then he heard Rachel's voice in his head. " Because he's Blaine."
Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Kurt fell back on the bed.
Blaine ran his fingers through his guitar strings. But for some reason, he couldn't find the right tune. Getting frustrated, he threw the paper aside. Where was his food? He got up and went down, passing Rachel's very pink room. Kurt was still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. This time, Blaine did not disturb him. He went cautiously downstairs, lest he see a sight he that would haunt him. And yet, it was like it appeared out of nowhere. It was disgusting. His sister was sitting on the counter and Finn had his arms around her waist. That was probably the only way she would ever reach Finns height. Blaine cleared his throat, letting Finn know he was not allowed to molest his sister. At least not there and then. They sprang apart. Finn turned red, but Rachel just scowled.
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I think this is exactly what our dads had in mind when they didn't leave you alone here."
"Go away, Blaine." Rachel groaned. Blaine started to say something but was cut off by the bell. Food! Blaine hurried to the door, money out expecting to find the pizza guy. Instead he came face to face with his worst nightmare.
"Hey, Blaine!" Crystal Montgomery said. Blaine refrained from the urge to bang his head against the door. Instead, he put on a pained smile.
"Hello, Crystal. What are you doing here? At my house. At night."
"I was looking for Wes!" she said.
"He's not here."
"Do you think you could give him a call?"
Blaine sighed.
"Sure, come on in."
She came in and gave him a flirty smile. He took his cell phone out. Wes picked up the second ring.
"This better be good, Anderson. I'm busy."
Right, Blaine thought, 'busy'. More like sleeping.
"Yes, well, before you get carried away, I'd like to know how your sister got my address and why she's standing in my doorway."
"Shit." Wes cursed and Blaine could hear him get up, "I'll be right there. Sorry, man, but you know her crush on you."
"Yeah," Blaine said tiredly. Having a 15 year old crush on you was not fun. Especially when you were gay and incapable of returning those feelings. And when said 15 year old is your best friend's sister. Wes hung up, assuring Blaine he'd be right there. And he was. After 5 minutes of torturous flirting on Crystal's part, Wes had arrived. Giving Crsytal a stern look, he turned to Blaine.
" Thanks. Crystal, go wait in the car."
"But…"
"Car. Now."
Crystal grabbed the keys with enough force to rip his fingers off.
"Sisters."
Blaine nodded. After all, his sister was in the kitchen, making out. In the kitchen. Where he ate.
"So, listen. Tomorrow, Lima Bean. David and the lot are coming. Be there or be square."
Blaine nodded. Wes smiled and left. Blaine stared at the door in accusation. Where was that pizza guy?
AN: WARBLERS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Sorry, I just really love the Warblers, okay? Review =D