Meet The Anderson's Chapter 7: Into The Fire, a glee fanfic

Meet The Anderson's

Hey guys! Thanks so much for all of the reviews, favourites and follows after the last chapter, I am so glad that you're still enjoying this fic! I have a couple typed up and ready to go now so I'm hoping to make weekly updates for a while, depending on my uni work which has been utterly kicking my butt at the minute. As well, hopefully within the next 24 hours or so there should be a prequel with the boys' growing up under the title 'Mini Anderson's" going up. Hope that you enjoy this chapter and get a chance to check out the prequel if you want to! Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: Basically Mr and Mrs Anderson are back again.

Into The Fire

Vincent Anderson crashed through the front doors of the Anderson mansion a snarl leaving his lips as his hands balled into fists of anger. Spotting his two youngest sons hovering on the bottom step of the family's grand staircase looking nervous, he let loose a low growl before stomping towards them. His stony faced wife followed close behind, her husband's briefcase clasped tightly in her two hands as she glanced impassively to the two young men in front of them.

The older man grabbed his youngest son by his collar and pulled him round to look at him, getting right into his face. "What did you do to Julian?"

"D-d-dad, I d-didn't d-d-do anything t-to J-J-Jud-de," Blaine stuttered, his hazel eyes wide in terror as his Father all but lifted him by the collar of his shirt.

"Don't lie to me boy," He snarled furiously, spit flying from his mouth making Blaine wince further. "He's living with a boy, in some kind of disgusting relationship with him. One of my colleagues had to watch the immorality of that sickening 'relationship' walk down the streets of New York together; did you really not think that I'd find out that you were spreading this filth amongst your brothers'? So I will ask you again, what did you do to Julian?"

"N-n-n-nothing."

"This is all your fault Blaine Devon Anderson," Vincent sneered, glaring at Blaine. "All your fault."

Bentley watched on in horror as his Father formed a fist slamming it into Blaine's face, the young boy crumpling under the pressure out cold.

Hearing his other son's squeak of horror from the stairs Vincent turned to look at Bentley, lip curling upwards in disgust. "You're all vermin, the lot of you. Virginia we're leaving, we need to pay a visit to New York."

Shaking as he watched his parent's storm out of the front door mere moments after making their grand entrance, Bentley's lip quivered as he turned to look at his twin slumped against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. "Blaine?" He whimpered, edging closer to his unconscious sibling. "B? Please wake up," He murmured, manoeuvring himself so that Blaine's head was in his lap. Gently, he ran trembling fingers through Blaine's soft curls, pulling his phone from his back pocket he dialled the first number his fingers came across. "Come on Coop, pick up, pick up, we need you."

Whimpering when the phone rang through to voicemail, Bentley hurriedly hung up, fighting the urge to fling the phone across the room. Glancing to Blaine, the older twin smiled gently when he heard the groan that meant the younger boy was coming round, taking a steadying breath before trying another number.

Elijah smiled, accepting his coffee to go from the miserable faced woman at the Starbucks with a sweet smile before scarpering quickly out onto the hurried streets of Seattle, tugging his obnoxiously loud phone out of his pocket with a wince. Pulling his hood up and scowling at the grey sky, the paediatrics resident found himself coming to an abrupt halt, quickly apologising and stepping out of the way of the crowds at the sound of his younger brother's hysterical voice. "Benny, Benny I need you to calm down kid. Bentley come on kiddo, you're speaking with a pitch only dogs can currently understand. I need you to calm down and slow down and explain to me properly what's wrong with you and Blaine."

Feeling the colour drain from his face as Bentley hastily explained what had happened Elijah leaned on the building for support, fighting to keep tears at bay at the thought of his two youngest brothers' alone and scared on the other side of the country. Running a hand through his relatively short hair, the young man took a deep, steadying breath before turning on his heel and heading back to his apartment.

"Right Benny, here's what I need you to do, okay? Listen to me. I need you to call Burt Hummel and I need the pair of you to go to the Hummel's and wait this out there, somehow I can't see this ending well." Smiling softly to his neighbour who held the door for him, he rushed past her and all but sprinted up the stairs to his apartment. "I'm going to try and get a flight out as soon as I can, we're just lucky I'm off this week. Phone Burt straight away though, yeah? You two need someone there and I'm at least six hours out and that's if I get a flight almost straight away."

Laughing gently when Bentley's hysteria returned for a completely different reason, Elijah shook his head slightly. "The two of you are not ruining my week off Benny. You're my brothers', family come first right? I love you guys' and I'll be there as soon as possible. Do me a favour and phone Jude or Ollie to warn them of the impending storm on their end too though, yeah? Okay, see you soon kiddo, bye."

Hanging up the phone with a heavy heart, Elijah ran his hands over his face sighing heavily. With a shrug, he slung his purple duffel bag over one shoulder and made his way from the apartment once more, coffee long forgotten about on his bedside table.

"Hey Benny," Jude called cheerfully down the line, curling tighter into Ollie's side where they were marathoning 'Grey's Anatomy' on their couch and just generally having a lazy Sunday.

"Jude," The little voice trembled from a few states away.

Sitting up straight, Jude squeezed Ollie's hand when he whined in protest but quickly diverted his full attention to his younger brother. "What's wrong?"

"They know."

"What?" Jude's face scrunched up in confusion, Ollie sitting up beside him with a concerned expression. "Benny what do you mean? Who knows what?"

"Mother and Father. They know about you and Ollie, one of Father's colleagues saw the two of you out in New York."

Jude heard more than felt the phone fall to the ground, his expression going slack as Benny's words rang through his mind on repeat. They know about you and Ollie, they know about you and Ollie, they know about you and Ollie.

"Okay, thanks Benny. No I'll make sure he gets through this, I promise. Thanks for the heads up," Carefully hanging up Jude's phone and placing it on the coffee table in front of the pair, Ollie tenderly reached out to take the curly haired mans hand, trying not to wince when he felt Jude flinch away from him. "Babe, come on, you're okay, we'll get through this together, we'll be okay. Everything will be okay."

"How can you say that?" Jude cried hysterically, turning to look at the blue eyed man, "There's no telling what they'll do."

Ollie frowned, drawing Jude onto his lap and trying to calm him down, thankful but still fretful when the older man finally fell into a fitful sleep. Drawing out his own phone, the young man managed to phone reinforcements that he prayed would be in New York in time for whatever would play out when the Anderson parents inevitably arrived.

Bentley had barely pulled his custom built dark blue Porsche Cayenne Turbo SUV at the Hummel residence when the front door flew open, Burt and Carole hurrying down to the car while Sam and Finn hovered nervously in the doorway. Glancing to Blaine, the older twin smiled softly before flinging his door open and finding himself engulfed in a hug by Carole, Burt automatically rushing around to Blaine's side of the car, inspecting the damage to the teenager's cheek.

"It'll be a nice shiner for you in the morning but for now there's nothing much we can do kid," Burt murmured sadly, wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulder and following Carole and Bentley up the path to the house. Glancing back at the car as Bentley remote locked it, Burt shook his head incredulously, letting out a low whistle. "You boys don't go cheap on cars like do ya? I mean I'm well aware that Blaine's would've easily set him back a good $156,000 or more with all those custom designs he's got going on, but damn Bentley."

Both boys' blushed looking sheepish as they were ushered into the kitchen, Carole pulling out a cold compress as the twins and Burt settled around the small family table.

Blaine fidgeted uncomfortably, clutching at the compress when it slipped and Carole shot him a look. "It's another stipulation of our damn trust funds."

Smiling softly, Bentley happily accepted the can of 'Diet Coke' from Carole as she flitted around each of the twins nervously. "We each get $200,000 to spend on cars when we hit 16, as a 'starter car'." The twins pulled dismayed faces, unable to comprehend themselves the money that the Anderson estate held at its disposal. "Whatever we don't spend goes back into the family trust fund for what we figured out was our parent's usage."

Blaine snorted ungracefully, "And since none of us particularly felt like giving our homophobic, racist, sexist parents even more money to play around with, we each vowed too sped as much as we could."

"It's also no good for us because I hate to say there's no chance of going backwards from this point."

"Hence Cooper's Ferrari, Lucas' Aston Martin and Pippin's Audi TT and that's just a few of the cars that are currently making rounds in this family."

"That's not even mentioning Austin's baby the Lamborghini," Bentley grinned, remembering just before Christmas when he was certain Austin was going to have his head when he caught him leaning on the yellow car.

Blaine shook his head affectionately, "Boy's going to be poor by the time he hits 25."

Bursting out laughing, Bentley shook his head, "Nah you're forgetting the extra $1 million we get to get a 'nicer' car at 21. Once more what we don't spend goes back to our parents hence the top of the range stuff."

"Benny actually managed to get the closest out of all of us with his selection. Mother and Father only got around $200 back from his. I've never seen them more stunned."

Burt chuckled gently, feeling a rush of glee at the thought of the oldest Anderson's faces when their young son had little to nothing to give back to them. "Aah well very nicely done. Do you boys know what you're going to do with your trust funds when you get them?"

Bentley huffed, slouching in his chair with a moody shrug, "No idea. Nobody needs two million dollars it's ridiculous."

"Four million when we hit twenty-one," Blaine muttered, the blush covering his face informing Burt to just how much the young boy hated to talk of his inheritance.

Burt eyed each of the twins up separately taking in Blaine's evident desire to drop the subject from the way in which he was staring resolutely at the tiled floor, a pink hue still colouring his cheeks. Bentley meanwhile was staring defiantly at Burt, his arms crossed across his chest defensively and shoulders slouched giving away his true feelings of the situation. "You know that money will go to good use boys'," Burt smiled gently at each of them, his smile growing when he caught Blaine side eyeing him with a typical 'I'm listening but I'm going to pretend I'm not' look attached to his face. "It can pay off your college, buy your future home, weddings, children and more. I know with your family line it may feel like a curse at times, but it truly will be a blessing when it comes to the future, I can guarantee you that. And who can say at seventeen that they can secure their any family they may haves future?"

The older twin barked out a slight laugh at that, "Oh our Grandfather made damn sure of that alright. Bearing in mind our Father is an only child; he effectively gained the full trust fund for his generation, which Cooper would've gained had we all not been born. The further the generation from our Grandfather however the bigger the trust-fund. Well at least for our children and our children's children, after that the trust-fund money kind of dries up. But if only one of us has one child, which is never going to happen let's be honest, then that child will automatically gain twenty million dollars on their eighteenth and another twenty million on their twenty first. The money effectively doubles with each generation until like I said our grandkids. However, any trust money that we do not spend during our lifetimes, and I have absolutely no idea how the lawyers tell what is what, will go back into the trust for future generations. Then there's the car fund, but I really don't understand how that works if I'm honest."

Paling considerably, the older man gaped slightly, "Jesus, just how rich is your family?"

Both boys' laughed bitterly. "Richer than any man should be in my honest opinion when you have people like our Father who fritter it all away without any good actually coming out of it." Blaine shook his head sadly.

"It still means though that you can set up yourselves and your families for life," Burt smiled gently.

Bentley shook his head slightly, his gaze flickering up to Blaine who was still staring resolutely at the floor. Folding his hands on the table, the elder twin focused on his twiddling thumbs, "We've talked about it though and we don't see the point in that. We're young and healthy and we want to work, granted in industries that may be hard to get into in Blaine's case. But we just don't see the point in sitting around all day doing nothing but having a massive wad of cash in the bank, we've seen what that does to people, hell we grew up with it. There are at least three or four charity ideas that we think are both viable and worth it, so we're pretty sure we're going to set those up once we get settled into colleges. I mean we're not entirely sure that the money was all made in exactly righteous ways, so there has to be something that we can give back."

Shaking his head in slight awe of the two young teenagers in front of him, Burt smiled fondly, "I'm proud of you boys'."

Both boys' heads snapped up to gawk at Burt, their eyes wide and mouths dropped in wonderment. "No adult's ever said that before," Blaine whispered quietly, Bentley simply staring at Burt in awe.

Burt felt his heart break as he shuffled in his seat, clearing his throat before looking back to Blaine once more. "How're you feeling about the everything going on kid?"

"Honestly?" Blaine queried, smiling softly at Sam and Finn who had started to hover in the doorway to the kitchen, "I'm just tired of it all. I mean Kurt's right, realistically if they can't accept me for who I am then I really don't need them. I just hope that Jude can see that too."

"Kurt usually is right," Burt rolled his eyes while Blaine laughed, "But never tell him I said that."

"Of course not sir."

"Blaine," Burt yelled after the cackling teenager now being pulled up the stairs by Sam, eager to start a four way 'Call of Duty' game now he had extra players for the night, but also knowing it would take Blaine and Bentley's minds off of what had just happened if they could beat him and Finn a couple of times.

Burt sighed, dropping his head to his hands as Carole appeared back in the doorway, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. "Penny for your thoughts?" Grabbing his hand, she pulled him through to the front room.

Sighing again, the older man collapsed onto the couch, smiling when he felt his wife sit beside him, "I just don't get it. How do you treat your children like that? I could never, never act like that to Kurt. I could never hit or belittle him or make him feel as crap as they make those boys' feel ever and especially not for just being who he is."

Carole shook her head softly, playing gently with the fingers of Burt's hand that she was still holding. "Some people just aren't meant to have children sweetheart, the Anderson's sadly are among those types of people." Smiling slightly, she looked up at Burt, her eyes shining with pride in what she now considered to be her family, "But somehow those boys' have all managed to raise each other into polite, accepting, strong willed young men and that's something to be forever thankful for."

"True. I don't want the twins going back to that house though."

"Well they're welcome to stay here as long as they want to. I'm sure that we can clear out the spare room for them, but we need to speak to them and Cooper before we sort anything out," Tilting her head slightly to the side, Carole started to imagine bunk beds in the room and couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until they could inevitably get the twins out of the cold hearted, lifeless mansion they were currently living in.

"I knew there was a reason that I married you," Burt laughed, kissing Carole gently, "I love you."

"I love you too, and someone had to be the brains of this marriage."

"Hey! Who was the one who said we'd need the five bedroomed house?"

Carole laughed loudly, "How in the world was I supposed to know that we'd get an influx of teenage boys' needing rooms? First Sam's family moving back to Kentucky again, now the twins…"

"You wouldn't have it any other way."

Looking slightly affronted, Carole shook her head with a grin. "Of course not, I love all of my boys', despite the fact that they all seem to eat us out of house and home on a daily basis."

Huffing out a small laugh, Burt pulled Carole closer still, flicking on the television and chuckling at the whoops and hollers sounding down the stairs, Blaine and Finn evidently making a better team than Sam and Bentley. Sighing gently, he leaned his head on his wife's and settled in to watch the show she had flicked on, ready to tackle the impending storm should it arrive once more.

The loud knocking on the front door startled the pair of them from the quiet gameshow, heavy footsteps sounding on the stairs behind them as the door flung open to reveal a flustered looking Elijah. Blaine and Bentley rushing through the room and all but diving into Elijah's waiting arms, their older brother holding them tightly, pressing a kiss to each of their curls where their heads were buried against his neck.

The rapid knocking at the door only seemed to confirm Jude's worst fears that his parents had not forgotten all about their threats of a visit to New York the previous day. Shooting a nervous look to Ollie and Kurt, he took a deep breath at Ollie's encouraging smile and went to open the door, his hands shaking as his Father burst past him, pushing into the main room of the apartment, his mother following closely behind after throwing a look at Jude.

"You!" Vincent Anderson roared, pointing at Kurt who simply raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's lovely to see you again too Mr Anderson," The blue eyed teenager smiled tightly, ignoring Ollie's gaping look at the way in which he was clearly already getting under the oldest Anderson's skin.

"What do you think you're doing here?" The dark haired man sneered, his cold eyes never once leaving the unflinching young boy.

"Supporting my friends' and future family when they clearly need it," Kurt answered, determined not to let Vincent Anderson see just how wound up he was by the man.

"That won't be necessary," Vivian snarled, her disgusted expression roaming over Kurt to settle on Ollie, "Julian is going to come with us right now and he will have nothing more to do with either of you."

"What?" Jude squeaked, finally looking up from the floor where his eyes had been solidly trained since his parents had walked through the front door moments earlier.

"Jude's not going anywhere with you," Ollie bristled, shrugging Kurt's calming hand from his shoulder. "He's exactly where he belongs with his true family. You haven't even talked to him since last September for god's sake."

"Aah, so you must be the one that Julian's whoring himself too," Vincent smirked, eyes sparkling when Ollie launched himself forward, Kurt only just managing to grab him and drag him backwards.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Ollie's heaving chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "He's not worth it Oliver. Leave it be, just look at him; he's getting exactly what he wants by riling you up. You're no good to Jude if you wind up in jail facing assault charges because of that asshole."

Ollie nodded carefully, his hard gaze not once leaving Vincent. "Jude is not a whore," He spat, continuing to glare at the man but forcing himself to calm down.

"Hmm, I'll be the judge of that thank you." Glancing once more at the pair he so obviously detested, Vincent swung back around to look at his son. "If you leave with us now and give up this stupid notion of being a dancer maybe we can overlook this disgusting indiscretion and get you into a proper medical school, although you'll be a few years behind where you should have been." Shaking his head, the almost black eyed man looked to his wife, "Such a shame, he could have been right on track to becoming a prestigious surgeon by this point."

"That's not what he wants though!" Ollie yelled, feeling his anger building back up as both parents ignored him.

Vivian reached out and took one of Jude's limp hands from his side, "Mr Lisle even has a daughter your age who might be interested. We could set up a wedding and everything, have the pair of you married off before the year is out?"

Kurt and Ollie watched horrified as Jude's eyes lifted once more to search his mother's. Everything seeming to click into place, Jude wrenched his hand from his mother's grasp, Ollie breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. Backing up until he hit the wall, the young man shook his head, eyes wide with fear.

"No, no. I can't do that."

Vincent rolled his eyes, stepping up to his son and grabbing his forearms causing Jude to yelp in pain. "Come now Julian. It's what's for the best and you know that. That's the plan for you after all medical school, a nice girl and hopefully a child that will finally listen to this family's principles."

Jude stared his Father down, a certain determination flooding his eyes that made Ollie and Kurt both grin, no one made the Anderson brothers' do anything they didn't want to do. If anything, that was one of the good traits that they'd picked up from their extremely stubborn parents at times. "No Father I love Oliver and I love dance. I'm not just going to give up the love of my life and the life I have because you tell me too. I'm gay. That's something you either have to accept or leave my life for. It's your choice but this is who I am." Jude's eyes blazed as he took in his Father's stunned expression, a small triumphant smirk twisting its way onto his face.

"Fine we're leaving. You are no longer any son of ours and neither is Blaine Devon. We will not tolerate this blatantly disgusting lifestyle you two have chosen Julian and that's the end of it. Do not attempt to contact us ever again."

Drawing himself up to his full height, Jude matched his Father's unwavering expression in every way; the older Anderson obviously still convinced that he could break the younger one. "Fine oh and Father, I feel like you should know, Ollie and I have been married for over a year and a half now."

Vivian gasped loudly and Ollie started to snicker, as Vincent Anderson seemed to turn various shades of red before ending up almost purple in his fury. "You are no son of mine." He scowled, slapping Jude hard before storming out of the apartment, Vivian scurrying after him, shaking her head and muttering under her breath.

The second the door slammed behind them, Jude's legs gave out and he crashed to the ground clutching his cheek, "Ow, ow, ow."

Ollie rushed to his husband's side, gently prying his hand from his face where the big red mark was standing out vividly from the rest of his skin. "Kurt can you get some ice please? You're okay baby, you're okay," Ollie gently cradled Jude against him, kissing his temple. "Kurt, now," He called sharply at the shellshocked teenager still standing across the room.

Kurt had barely returned with the cold compress when the front door burst open causing all three occupants to jump. Noah and Pippin flew into the room, out of breath and red in the face causing Kurt to simply roll his eyes.

"We just saw Mother and Father, what the hell did they do?" Noah squawked, leaning down to Jude's sitting height and peeling the compress from his face, hissing when he saw the red mark and letting Ollie place the compress back again.

"Jesus," Pippin muttered, his blue eyes like saucers and his tongue bar clicking rapidly against his teeth in the nervous habit he'd picked up recently. "Jude I'm so sorry, god they're absolute assholes."

"We're sorry we weren't here earlier to try and stem some of it at least," Noah murmured sadly, flinching when Jude burst into heart wrenching sobs, Ollie sighing softly while pulling Jude closer. Kurt winced, grabbing both of the older brothers' and pulling them across the room, Ollie nodding once in thanks while rocking his husband gently.

"Why are they so god damn cruel?" Jude sobbed, his face buried in his husband's neck as the younger man held him close, one hand running soothingly up and down his back. "They're our parents, why can't they just love us unconditionally, aren't parents supposed to do that?" Ollie held Jude tighter as the man's voice cracked, the blue eyed man's own heart shattering with it.

"I love you Jude, I love you so much," Ollie whispered, gently brushing finger's through his high school sweetheart's hair. "You've been mine since the day I saw you on the stairs at Charleston Academy when I was fourteen and you'll be mine everyday until we're old and grey and complaining about our grandkids not visiting enough, because you and me? We're the forever kind baby, I love you and I'm never going to mess this up ever again. You're stuck with me Baby Doll," Ollie smiled softly when Jude lifted his head, wet emerald eyes catching his shimmering sapphire ones. Gently, Ollie cupped Jude's face and kissed him, pulling away to rest his forehead on Jude's, eyes lighting up at the hint of a smile playing on the edges of the curly haired man's lips.

"And if they don't like that? Well then you know what, screw 'em. There are plenty of people who love us both for who we are, and your parents haven't been there in a long time Baby Doll, something you told me yourself when you were seventeen. Your brothers' all love and accept you, I love you, my family love you." Rolling his eyes, the younger man grinned gently, "I'm pretty sure Kara still wants to marry you, but tough, because you are mine and I don't share well." Jude chuckled softly at the thought of Ollie's five year old niece who took great delight in following him everywhere whenever they were visiting Ollie's family in San Diego, a feat that irritated the blue eyed man to no end.

"My point though, they haven't been a part of your life for a very long time Baby Doll. Your parents have always sucked, sorry but that's fact, hell Cooper and Elijah effectively raised you from the age of four, the twins since they were born. You have no need for those horrendous people in your life, this just makes it official I guess."

"It just hurts," Jude whimpered softly.

"I know," Ollie whispered against his hair, "But how often did you talk to them Baby Doll? You talk to Burt and Carole a minimum of once a week, which is more often than I've ever seen you talk to your biological parents, and I've basically lived with you for six almost seven years now, massive love and thanks to your parents for sending you to boarding school." Ollie winked, gaining another small chuckle out of his husband, "If they can't accept you and Blaine, and I highly suspect Reed too," He added under his breath, Jude shooting him a quizzical look to which he just shook his head, "If they can't accept you, then they don't deserve to be in your lives. End of story."

"But I-"

"No ifs, ands or buts," Ollie gently kissed him once more, one hand cupping the back of Jude's neck. "Do you trust me?"

"Endlessly."

"Corny Anderson," Ollie snorted, delighting in Jude's blush and the way he reburied his face in the taller man's neck, "I love you. This, us, this is real, this is life and it's god damn beautiful. I'd take our relationship any day of the week over that forced, non-caring shit that your parents have. We have love, at the end of the day, what more do we need?"

"A roof over our heads would be nice," Jude muttered, a slow smile spreading across his features.

"All right smart ass," Ollie laughed, "God, I love you." The younger man smiled softly, nuzzling his nose against Jude's gently.

"I love you too."

"Damn they're fucking disgustingly adorable," Noah laughed, shaking his head as Ollie started to kiss Jude again. Leaning in the doorway, he smiled softly, Kurt and Pippin crowded around him as they'd watched Ollie calm Jude down from his near hyperventilating state.

"Why can't I have that?" Pippin wailed dramatically, all eyes in the room turning to look at him, laughter flowing freely once more. "Why do all my relationships suck?"

Kurt shook his head with a small smile, "Come on drama queen we have errands to run." Grabbing the back of Pippin's t-shirt he pulled the protesting man from the apartment, shooting Noah a look obviously wanting him to follow.

"Okay, Baby Doll?" Noah mocked with a smirk, Ollie throwing a cushion at the laughing blue eyed man as he shot one last grin and a wink at an amused Jude and scarpered down the stairs after Kurt and Pippin.

"Where we going Kurt?" Pippin questioned, following the teenager seemingly on a mission through the streets of New York.

"NYADA, I need my laptop and to find Rachel or Adam and see about maybe borrowing theirs, particularly Adam's because his has a pretty big screen which I need to pull this off properly." Kurt muttered, texting Ollie as he ducked under a full fish tank without even looking. "Hopefully I can get this idea together in the next hour or so." Stopping when he realised the other two were no longer just behind him, the brunette boy whipped around, one hand flying up to stifle his laughter as he faced a soaking wet Pippin, Noah practically crying with laughter beside him while the delivery men looked on, perplexed now carrying a half full fish tank. "And apparently we need to find you some new clothes." Grabbing the sleeve of Pippin's brown leather jacket, he started to pull the shivering man through the bustling streets, Noah hot on their heels whilst still sniggering to himself.

Pippin's teeth chattered violently as they marched through the crowds of tourists and office workers leaving for the day, "I h-h-hat-te you b-b-b-both."

"Maybe you should just be more elegant like Kurt and you would've never had this problem," Noah snickered dancing out of Pippin's way and abruptly slipping over on the icy street.

"How old are the pair of you exactly?" Kurt mumbled in exasperation, staring at the pouting men, before stepping over Noah and continuing at his rapid pace, the twenty something brothers both scrambling to follow after him, pushing and shoving at each other.

"We have a surprise for you, well it's Kurt's surprise really, but we're all just going to highjack it and say it's ours," Pippin beamed, showing a confused Jude a row of pearly white teeth before grabbing one of the four laptops at his disposal. "This one has the largest screen, so I guess it'll do."

Jude watched in bewilderment as Pippin quickly booted up the laptop, opening his skype account. Within seconds, the curly haired young man found himself staring into the smiling faces of every one of his brothers' crowded into various settings.

"I hope you appreciate this Jude, it's damn early," Austin yawned, stretching slightly and leaning onto the back of the chair Cooper was sat on in front of him.

Cooper frowned, turning back to look at the younger Anderson, "It's like lunchtime."

"Precisely. It's early."

Cooper shook his head, turning back to make a face at all of the others, "God give me strength."

"You're only three hours behind the rest of us, that makes it like one where you are," Blaine frowned, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's a day without classes or work and I was up playing Call of Duty with Reed until like six," Austin groaned, slumping forwards again, Cooper trying to push him off of the back of his chair.

"How come Reed doesn't look like an extra on 'The Walking Dead' then?" Noah smirked from where he sat leaning against Jude, his legs flung over the arm of the chair as Austin pulled the same move on Jude's other side, the laptop balanced precariously on the coffee table in front of them.

"Duh I'm just awesome and Austin sucks."

"Screw you Reed."

"Ooh I totally forgot to tell you guys' but I just booked a spot on 'The Walking Dead'," Cooper grinned.

"And there's another show we can no longer watch…" Elijah sniggered battling to keep Bentley and Blaine separated on either side of him on the couch in the Hummel's living room where the twins had been staying since the fallout with their parents'.

Ignoring Cooper's protests, the other brothers' simply laughed, Austin finally waking up slightly. "No worries, he's just a zombie, god knows he'll be killed soon enough with the rate that show goes through them and how come Reed's in Boston? Surely you should be back at Georgia Tech by now Reedy boy."

"Well Reed's with me because he's a good brother and actually came to help me move," Lucas smirked, quirking an eyebrow when the others all began to argue about work and school. "Uh-huh, I'd like to point out it's early afternoon on a Monday and you're all now split up around the country," His eyes flickered over Elijah and Noah, "Many of you not in the place where you should be working." Grinning when silence fell, Lucas shook his head slightly, showing he wasn't actually mad at any of his siblings.

Bentley's face scrunched up in confusion, "Wait, wait, wait, I'm sure Austin's right though, you should be back in school Reed."

"It's boooooooring," Reed whined, deliberately looking away from the L.A. feed where he knew Cooper was sending him a dirty look.

"Well then drop out!" Cooper squawked, the rest of the brothers' controlling themselves from laughing at Reed's affronted look.

"Hell no! I worked damn hard to get into that school and I'm top of my class, are you kidding?"

Elijah's head dropped into his hands, "I give up. I truly and honestly give up."

Blaine poked him in the side, "Lij, hey Lij. I think you guys' finally did it, he finally lost it."

"Eurgh," Elijah yelped, grabbing hold of Blaine.

"Not the hair! Elijah get away from me."

"Erm, Bentley, what the hell is going on? They've disappeared from the feed," Austin cackled, craning his head to see around Cooper.

"Elijah is currently killing Blaine and ruffling his hair out of the gelmet thing he still insists on for school," Bentley rolled his eyes before they widened exponentially and he glanced back to the camera once more, smiling sweetly, "Excuse us a moment."

All of the brothers' rolled their eyes as the fighting continued, the Ohio stream showing nothing but a couch and a wall, an occasional hand or foot appearing in the frame.

"I don't even want to know," Cooper muttered shaking his head slowly.

Lucas suddenly grinned, side eyeing Reed quickly. "To be fair, I have an inkling of why Reed jumped at the opportunity to help and it has something to do with a certain boy who's been visiting his state attorney Father in Boston for the last two days."

"Shut up Luc," Reed hissed, nudging his brother while the blush rose in his cheeks.

"Well I know Sebastian's been in Boston for the last few days," Blaine beamed, his face appearing in the window again, looking a lot more dishevelled than normal. The brothers' watched as a hand snuck into the frame, attempting to straighten Blaine's bowtie, only for Bentley to retract with a yelp when Blaine hit him.

"Seriously Reed, Sebby?" Pippin grinned, batting his eyelids at him.

Reed glared at Lucas once more, slapping him over the back of the head, the rest of the brothers' wincing at the resounding smack.

"We have to talk about our violence at some point," Noah winced, the others humming in agreement although not really paying any attention.

"I think we may be distracted from the reason we're hosting this lovely online get together. As happy as it makes me to see all of you ugly assholes," Austin chuckled, cringing when the basketball he'd been playing with flew out of his hands, crashing straight into a series of framed photographs hanging on the red walls of Cooper's office room, sending them hurtling to the ground. "Annnnnyway…" He trailed off with a small smile, blatantly ignoring Cooper's glare in favour of shooting Pippin a look.

"Ooh, ooh yeah I kind of forgot," The older twin yelped, ignoring Austin's frustrated look. "Jude, Jude, Jude, our parents suck and so this is for you."

Jude's eyebrow quirked up in curiosity, a little scared of what they could have cooked up.

"Yeah, we love you little brother," Noah grinned, flinging an arm around the dancer's, and inadvertently the comedian's, shoulders as a chorus of 'love yous' flowed through the computer speakers. "Now without further ado…"

Laughing, Jude let his eyes flicker over each of his brothers as they all cleared their throats, eyes all looking to the Ohio feed. Blaine rolled his eyes and threw a grin Jude's way before starting everyone off.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let him into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Grinning at Jude, Blaine broke off, letting Lucas and Austin take over, his sweet mellow voice giving way to the out of tune squawking that made Jude's laughter flare up at long last.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get him

The minute you let him under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Frowning and pulling a pair of earplugs from his ears, Cooper smirked at his younger brothers', gladly taking the reigns only to be gatecrashed by everybody else halfway through the verse much to his horror.

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found him, now go and get him

Remember to let him into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

"You're all terrible," Jude laughed over their (mostly) out of tune crooning, his eyes twinkling and a happy blush crossing his features.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin

You're waiting for someone to perform with

And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do

The movement you need is on your shoulder

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let him under your skin

Then you'll begin to make it

Better better better better better better, oh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude

Blaine and Reed each broke off, laughing fits overcoming them as the rest of the brothers' simply got louder and louder with each repeated line.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude

Leaning on the doorframe, Ollie wrapped one arm around the man he knew would one day be his brother-in-law. "Thanks for this Kurt, this was exactly what he needed," The older man whispered, a grin on his face as he watched his laughing husband.

Kurt shrugged slightly, "Blaine would've wanted the same thing I only did what I hoped someone would've done for him."

"Of course, they always get there in the end they're just usually slower at getting round to it," Ollie smirked, Kurt chuckling softly next to him. "I swear to god though if they keep up this nah nah nah for the rest of the night, which I suspect may be likely, I will throttle you personally."

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude

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