Chapter 3

*Third Point of View*

Finn walked through the door, trying to remember when Juliana was supposed to be arriving.

Oh, yeah! She'll be here at 5, he realized.

Taking the headphones out of his ears, he could hear the shower running upstairs.

Oh, my god! Someone's in the house! His immediate reaction was to retrieve his baseball bat, and make his way upstairs to the bathroom.

*Juliana's Point of View*

After letting the hot shower cleanse my mind, I stepped out, wiped the steam off the mirror, and analyzed my appearance. First of all, I was wet. My mid-back length, dark brunette hair was dripping. I stared into my icy blue eyes, and then glanced over my shoulders and arms. The bruises and scars I'd obtained from fencing over the years stood out against the porcelain white skin stretched over my muscles. I took a step back and took in my whole body. I was 5'09". Almost as tall as Kurt said he was now. I was lean, but I had to be to fence competitively. I was muscular, but not in that crazy body-builder sort of way. My muscles in no way stood out. I was just simply toned.

After deciding that I was done checking myself out in the mirror, I turned to hurry back to my bedroom. I would be freezing as soon as I opened the door and felt the draft come in.

However, when I did open the door, I didn't find a chilly air. Instead, I walked into a boy close to my age, who must have been 6'3". We both fell down, and in precise unison, we both screamed. Sadly, for him that is, his cry of panic was as high-pitched as mine. I immediately scooted away, and tried to stand up. He had stopped screaming at this point and tried talking to me.

"Please, just calm down, I'm not going to hurt you," he said relaxed, as if he knew who I was.

"YEA, RIGHT, YOU PERVERT!" I screeched as I kicked him square in his family jewels. He immediately let out a miniscule squeak, and before I knew it, he was down on the ground, incapacitated.

I sprinted to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. Just as I was dialing 911 while rummaging through my fencing bag for a suitable weapon, I could hear a familiar voice out in the hallway.

"Oh, my god! Finn! Are you OK? What happened to you?"

Kurt.

As I was about to open the door, epee in hand, ready to protect my big brother, I made some realizations.

First, Kurt called the pervert, 'Finn.' Well, shit. I just made my first impression on my stepbrother… by kicking him in the nuts. Second, I had 911 on the phone. I muttered, "Sorry, never mind," to the operator, and hung up. And lastly, I was wearing nothing but a towel.

I immediately threw my bathrobe around my body, and ran outside to Kurt and Finn, saying, "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry, Finn! I though you were some pervert who broke in!"

This went on until Finn was able to stand up again, and said to me, "No problem. I thought you were some burglar, until I realized how wrong I had it. You must be Juliana."

"JULIANA!" Kurt shrieked, and engulfed me in a bone-crushing hug. At one point, I thought he was going to let go, until Finn spoke up and said that I was about to go blue in the face. Kurt released me and started with the questions, completely brushing off the prior events.

"Why are you so early? How have you been? How's Ben? Does he say 'Hi?' You look thinner! Are you eating enough?" This went on until I simply slapped my hand over my brother's mouth.

"Tais-toi," I spoke politely in French, and then removed my hand. He sighed, rolling his eyes. I turned to Finn, whose color was returning to his face.

"Yes, I'm Juliana. I'm so sorry about that. I would never have done that if I'd realized who you were. And, you are Finn, right?"

"Yea, and no problem. It was my bad. I guess I should have figured you weren't a burglar when I'd seen that you parked your car in the driveway. Nice paint job by the way. That model's over 15 years old." He spoke these words to me. I was flattered.

My car was my baby. I absolutely cherished my Wrangler. When she received a compliment, I felt pride fill me up.

I thanked Finn. Kurt, now bored with the direction the conversation had taken, walked away with one hand on his hip, and the other swinging next to him.

I looked at Finn, and we both just laughed.

I guess my new family life wouldn't be so hard adjusting to after all. That is, if I could learn when not to be the crap out of other household residents.