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A/N: I didn't intend for anyone to do bad in school because of this fic, or get scratched by any cats. But throwing up Klainebows is perfectly fine.

I hope you guys like this one too! Thanks for reading and reviewing :) Please, please, please continue.

Chapter 5

Blaine sat quietly on his father's yacht in a pair of swimming trunks and sunglasses. He lay back on the deck taking in the sun as the cool breeze from the ocean gave him goose bumps. The view was as beautiful as he'd ever seen, but still something was missing. After such a long, strenuous, but exciting tour, he enjoyed this rest and relaxation- but it wasn't what his father promised him. Anthony said they'd go camping and fishing and that they'd have all this great quality time. All they did so far was go to this wonderful island as a vacation spot so that Blaine could get sidetracked by all the activities he could do while Anthony worked.

In the back of his mind, Blaine felt affected by it. Sure, he lived the life that many people would die for, but there had to be more. There had to be more than just having money shoved at him when he wanted attention. There had to be more than work and more work- there needed to be some sort of relationship. He knew Anthony loved him without a doubt, but he lacked the relationship he so heavily desired. That's why he decided he wanted to look for his parents, and that's why he was so thrilled when he found Rachel. Everything felt so perfect with her and he knew he had to be the luckiest guy in the world.

Anthony walked out of the cabin and sat on the deck besides Blaine. He wore this ridiculous Hawaiian floral button-up shirt and smiled warmly when his young son looked up at him through the sunglasses. Blaine tried not to laugh at how goofy his father looked. He was so used to seeing him in these expensive designer clothes that seeing him this laid back caught him off guard, but definitely in a good way.

"How are you enjoying our little getaway?" Anthony asked as he placed his cell phone and palm pilot into his shirt pocket.

"It's okay." Blaine simply replied. He hadn't really been that much into it but at least he could come down from all the stress of his tour and unwind a bit. Catching a little tan wasn't so bad either.

Anthony pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as he rifled through some papers for work. "Just okay? I thought for sure you'd love it here…" the man trailed off. He began writing now and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I don't mind it that much." He began as he pulled off the shades. "It would be better if I actually had company from time to time and didn't have to spend this time alone. But I understand that all my friends are with their families after being on the road for so long so, I don't mind."

Anthony nodded as he listened to his son. He guessed it was Blaine's roundabout way of saying he wasn't spending enough time with him. This happened just about all the time. But Blaine understood he was a busy man and he had to be just a little bit more grown up that most teens his age.

"It seems like you are taking shots at me." Anthony replied with a sad smile. His phone began to ring and he heard Blaine huff in an annoyed fashion. His son slowly stood up, threw his shirt on and walked to the edge of the yacht. Anthony sighed and answered his phone, taking the conversation back inside the cabin.

Blaine felt himself getting upset that it had always come to this. His dad's poor excuse for quality time being him taking Blaine somewhere fabulous and hopefully finding a big enough distraction so that he wouldn't notice that his dad wasn't paying him any attention, but Blaine saw it. Any child would. He just couldn't wait to get away for a while, where all the stress of this would go away.

The curly haired teen pulled out his iPhone and went to his messaging app.

I know you're probably in class right now but I just wanted to say that I can't wait to see you, sis. I miss you too much. –Blaine

No worries, you caught me in my most boring class. Only a few more days, baby bro. Be strong and try to stay relaxed. –Rachel

I keep telling you I'm the oldest. I'll try though. Go back to class, love you. –Blaine

:( I don't want to, but okay. Love you, Blaine. –Rachel

Blaine put his cell back where it lay and grabbed a towel heading for the pool. He ran straight over, diving into the cool water head first and reveling in how it almost felt as if he was cleansing himself of all the sad thoughts that plagued him throughout the 'vacation'. He couldn't wait to go back to Cali and see David and the others one last time before he headed to Lima to be with his twin and Kurt. He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt since the first night he saw him, and the kiss they shared a couple weeks back just ignited the fire a hundred times more. As he swam to the other side of the pool he couldn't help but wish things were different… that he didn't have to hide his feelings for Kurt or that Rachel was his twin and one of his closest friends. He wished he could just wake up and know what it was to have a normal life. But that was selfish after all Anthony went through so that Blaine could share his talent with the world. And Rachel said it best- people could identify with his music. People would kill to be in this position. He'd have to suck it up and be grateful like James always told him.

"Can I talk to you?" Anthony asked. Blaine hadn't even noticed the man had walked back out after being lost in his thoughts so long.

Blaine swam over to where his father stood. "Sure."

"I'm sorry that we haven't been able to spend much time together since you got off tour, like I promised. But you know I love you and I'm very busy-"

"I know, dad." Blaine cut him off. "I understand that."

Anthony nodded and continued. "And I know there isn't much time to make it up to you since you'll be leaving for Ohio soon. So when you come back, it'll be just the two of us."

Blaine smiled as he lifted his body out of the pool and onto the edge, his legs still dangling in the water. "Listen dad, I'd be perfectly content just hanging around the house with you. All of this," he gestured around him to the ocean and the beautiful islands, "isn't necessary. I just wanted to spend time with you."

Anthony nodded and looked a little regretful as he replied to his famous son. "Okay."

Blaine smiled sadly and wrapped the towel around his shoulders, the chill starting to make him shiver. "I want to ask you something, very serious dad."

His father raised an eyebrow at the tone his son used, but took a seat slightly behind the boy, telling him to proceed.

"Did you or mom know I had a twin when you adopted me?" Blaine questioned; his voice a little shaky.

Anthony was taken aback by this. He had no clue about Blaine having any siblings, though it wasn't totally unbelievable if he had. The man or his late wife, Alice, hadn't known much about Blaine when they adopted him, except that he needed love and nurturing, and they wanted to be the one to give him that. How had he even figured that out when they didn't know?

"No, son, we didn't. A… twin?"

Blaine nodded as he turned his body to face the older man. "I found out I have a twin sister recently and I didn't know why we weren't taken together. Her name is Rachel, Rachel Berry, and she's this amazing girl and I love her to pieces. Part of me feels cheated, not getting to know her and all."

Anthony stared at his son, ignoring his ringing cell phone for the first time in years. "How did you even find something like this out?" he questioned. Blaine felt obligated to tell his father the exact story of this even though he figured he'd be mad at him.

"Well," he started, gently mussing his wet curls, "to be perfectly honest with you, I found her by accident. I didn't even think to look for brothers or sisters of mine when-"

"When you were looking for your birth parents." Anthony cut in. Blaine nodded and gulped hard.

"Yes, dad. I don't want you to take it the wrong way. I would just really like to know who they are, where I came from… all of that stuff. It has nothing to do with you. I love you."

Anthony looked out over the ocean, remaining quiet. Blaine felt like he was right. His father was going to blow this way out of proportion. But he was shocked when Anthony didn't even address it.

"So this Rachel, she's in Ohio I'm assuming? Is this the person you've met that you want to spend time with? How do you know she's actually your sister and isn't trying to get your money? Using you for success? How can you-"

Blaine shook his head the whole time, feeling himself getting angry as he interrupted. "I found her. I went to her, dad. I told her that I was her twin brother and that I wanted to have her in my life. She was a huge fan and I found it absolutely adorable that we had this close bond now. And ever since that day, a month and a half ago, she's been nothing but supportive and very loving and… and there… the things that I imagine a sister would be. I'd like to be a brother in return."

Anthony looked back at his son. "A month and a half ago? You've known about her for so long and haven't said anything to me…'

"Can we please not make this about you? After so long I've been here not knowing who the hell I am and I finally found this person who can understand that, who shares my blood, and I just want to be happy about that. Can we not turn this into the Anthony show?"

Blaine breathed out heavily as he tried to calm down. He didn't think his dad would ever understand this, him wanting to feel close to his actual blood when the man did everything he could to keep Blaine satisfied. The teen shrugged. Maybe money and fame just wasn't enough for him.

"Okay. You're right." Anthony spoke somberly. "You deserve this. I can imagine it's hard for you trying to figure out where you fit, and I'm gone a lot, and we lost your mother, so finding this girl must-"

"Rachel is her name."

"Yes," Anthony continued. "Rachel. Finding her must've been very exciting for you. So I'll let you stay there a while. Get set up, take a while off. But I want you to be sure that she's your actual sister before you get your hopes up. How do you know this private investigator actually didn't strike some deal with her so that she could burrow her way into your life?"

Blaine didn't even dignify that question with a response. Anthony continued. "I'm serious, Blaine. You and her need to get a DNA test before I accept any of this as fact. Then you can fly out there every once in a while when you aren't busy. Maybe she can come out here if her folks let her. But I want that test first."

Blaine smiled. "No problem. I know we're twins, dad. You'll see it."

Anthony smiled. "Fine. So I'll have James go with you, keep an eye on you while I'm here handling business. I do intend to fly out and meet this girl and her family. Okay?"

"We'd love that, actually." Blaine told his dad.

"Okay." The man checked his cell phone and grunted as he stood up. "I need to check up on this really quickly then it's me and you. Okay?"

Blaine nodded with a smile as he threw the towel down and hopped back in the water. He couldn't wait! Ohio in a few days! Yes!

….

"Alright, Blaine. Pick a car so we can get out of here. I don't plan to be here all day." James huffed as he walked around the car dealership. He couldn't believe he was back in Ohio after he thought he'd be off for a while, free for at least a month. Sure he didn't have a wife or family or anything but he liked to relax as much as the next man did. Watching this snotty nosed kid wasn't apart of his plans during this time off. But what Anthony wanted, he damn sure got. And the money was excellent.

James leant back against his own car while he watched Blaine shopping for his. This kid was spoiled rotten. A couple months from his 17th birthday and he was already getting another vehicle. Was the midnight blue Chevy Camaro not enough? Now he needed 'an Ohio car' as Anthony put it while giving the manager instructions on what to do while the two were away. Why the hell did he need a personal car for Ohio? What the hell is so great about Ohio? This is how you know a family has too much money.

Blaine strolled around the lot unable to make up his mind. There were so many cool cars here; sports cars, American classic sedans, stylish coupes- and they were all brand new so there wasn't anything distinguishably different. Still, he couldn't make up his mind. He needed help. And who better to give him advice than the guy he'd imagine he'd be driving around with on Friday nights?

Kurt? I know it's kind of early on a Saturday and all, but are you up? –Blaine

I just got up a while ago. What's up? –Kurt

I just need your opinion on something. –Blaine

Shoot. :) –Kurt

Okay. If you could make out with me in the back seat of any vehicle, what kind would it be? –Blaine

… Lol, wait. Where are we going with this exactly? -Kurt

I need an answer. Time is of the essence, baby. –Blaine

Well I'm going to ignore the fact that you're a total weirdo and say I've always liked trucks, believe it or not. -Kurt

Blaine smiled and bit his lips as he read the text. The things they could do in a 4x4.

Nice. Spacious. You're a genius, Kurt Hummel. Gracias. –Blaine

Umm… You're Welcome? –Kurt

Blaine pocketed his phone with a smile as he pulled up in front of the perfect vehicle. Just in time, a salesman walked over and greeted him and James who had joined now, the annoying managers round stomach sticking out between them.

"Need some assistance, gentleman?" The employee asked.

James looked to Blaine with a face that screamed 'let's hurry this up' and Blaine nodded. "This is the one I want."

….

James exhaled noisily as the two made their way out of the elevator. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door to this condo, the only one on the whole floor. Blaine followed him inside slowly and was blown away by the set up. He knew his dad must've spent an arm and a leg to get this place. Everything looked too perfect. It sucked that he had to share this place with James.

"Okay. This is your place."

Wait. What?

"My place? Like… not yours?"

James sat the key down on the corner table by the door. "Please stop interrupting." He closed the door behind them and walked into the living room. It had this huge HD television mounted on the wall with game systems and Blu-Ray movies on the media center below. A long leather couch stretched across the room and a matching recliner was adjacent to it facing the door. The carpet was a neutral beige color and Blaine was shocked when he looked over and saw one of his award plaques on the honey colored walls. He took a few steps inside and glanced around some more, noticing the awesome kitchen which he'd probably never use, of course until Rachel came by, and got curious to go see what the back rooms looked like. Then James snapped him back into the present.

"I had a nice long talk with Anthony and he wants you to understand that there will be rules. So let me make them clear now. This is your place. I am upstairs on the fourth floor. I will not come down here at any time because as you probably guessed I don't even want to be here, and I was actually looking forward to a little bit of time without having to see your face." Blaine frowned slightly and the heavy man stopped to check a message before continuing.

"If I feel that it is necessary to come down here because you are being loud and destructive, I will do so. There are to be no wild parties. Your father said that isn't why he got you this place. There will be no disturbing me unless it is 100% absolutely necessary. You will let me know when you are going and coming. You have a curfew on weekdays at 10p.m. and your tutor will arrive Monday so you don't fall behind where you need to be education wise. As for a weekend curfew, your dad didn't mention any but I will be sure to contact him and get you one." Blaine rolled his eyes and began looking around the room again.

"The fridge will be stocked, and as usual all your precious little needs will be met. Finally, do not bother me. I know I said it already but, again, do not bother me. Any questions?"

Blaine shook his head no, trying to hurry the man out so that he could break all the rules the man just gave him in a quick fashion. Okay, maybe he wouldn't, but he wanted the man out. Especially if this was his own place! Thank you, daddy Anderson.

"I understand completely. You may leave now."

James stared Blaine down before turning on his heel and heading to the door. He stopped before exiting completely and Blaine threw his head back. He just wanted him to get lost already. Was that too much to ask for?

"If you think about misbehaving or getting into any type of trouble, we'll be on the first flight back to California. I know it shouldn't be a problem without your partner in crime David here, but you should know I don't trust you. Just keep off the radar, Blaine." James said clearly in a very serious tone.

Blaine looked at him blankly. "Thanks. Please go."

James smirked and closed the door behind him, wobbling his way over to the elevator and going to his floor.

Blaine ran over to lock the door behind him and grabbed his keys off the table. He began making his way around the condominium, loving the fact that it reminded him of his father's house in Los Angeles just a little but not overwhelmingly so. When he got to the hall he basically squealed; there were at least six rooms filling up the space and the place had to take up the whole entire 3rd floor. In his mind, he wanted to see what was in each room at once, but that wasn't physically possible so he decided on the most logical thing- check each room in order.

After opening the first door, what Blaine saw damn near stopped his heart. He felt his jaw hit the floor because this was way too perfect… a pool table, a foosball table, table tennis, table hockey, Marvel vs. Capcom arcade machine, that hot shots basketball game similar to what Artie played that day, and other awesome things that made his heart go wheee. The curly topped kid snapped a picture of the room and sent it to his best friend David with the caption "Duuuuude!"

Before stepping out the room and going to the next, he looked at the pool table once more and smiled. The things he would do to Kurt on top of that pool table.

In the next room he found a grand piano. His mother had taught him how to play and after she passed he found himself in front of the ivory keys playing soulfully every day, more and more, making him feel closer to her. Then it became therapeutic. Whenever Anthony was busy, he'd play. Whenever he had a long day at school with bullies, he'd play. Then it became a release, when he felt happy, he played. When he thought of Kurt… he played. Playing music was his escape and helped him come down from it all.

Before stepping out the room and going to the next, he looked at piano once more and smiled. The things he would do to Kurt on top of that piano.

The next room made Blaine cringe. There was no doubt about it; with the bookshelf filled with textbooks and novels, the study desk in the center of the room, a white board and a projector- this was going to be his classroom. This was going to be the place where his psychopath tutor would ruin his days. This would be the room he stayed the hell away from unless completely necessary.

Before stepping out the room and going to the next, he looked at the desk once more and smiled. The things he would do to Kurt on top of that desk.

The next two rooms were bedrooms and Blaine was happy because if Rachel's dads ever let her stay over she'd have a room of her own.

In the closet of the furthest bedroom, his closet was stocked full of designer clothing and shoes.

Things like this were what his father did to show him how much he cared. Spending time wasn't often done. Sure this was amazing, and yes, people would kill to be in his position, but he really, really, needed his father sometimes.

There was only one room left at the end of the hall, and unlike the other five, this one was facing a totally different direction, that being toward him. Blaine wondered if it could be another bedroom but that was unlikely. His father wasn't expecting him to have children or anything. This place was supposed to be strictly for when he visited Ohio. So he took a few steps and opened the door, revealing something that made him squee a bit. A recording studio. Yeah, Rachel was going to pass out when she saw it, and probably spend more than enough time in here. He decided to take a picture to show her when he went over her house in a few. The pop star could already see his twin fainting once she found out that it would be hers.

Before stepping out the room and going to get dressed to hang out with his sister, he looked at the recording booth once more, all the guitars hanging on the wall and smiled.

The songs he'd write for Kurt inside this room.

….

"Good grief! Look at this ride!" Rachel exclaimed as she made her way around Blaine's brand new platinum colored Range Rover. Blaine grinned as he held the passenger side door open for her. They were on their way to hang out with Finn and Kurt and he couldn't be any more excited. Apparently they had the free house for the day. Nice.

"I know. Hot, right?" he asked in a cool manor, grinning as she hopped inside.

"Hot? It's… good grief!" she repeated eliciting a laugh from her twin as he made his way to the driver's side. Once in the car, he asked how to get to Kurt and Finn's as he pulled out of Rachel's driveway and smiled at the compliments she gave on the trucks interior. She began giving him directions, instructing the boy to make a left at the end of the block.

"I'm glad you like it. Maybe now I can get you to go on a camping trip with me. I miss camping."

"I don't know how that's going to work, Blaine. There are bears and wolves in the wild and I'm scared. And there is no stage for me to perform. And no bathrooms." Rachel stated plainly, smiling at Blaine's chuckle.

"You are no fun." He responded.

She nudged his shoulder playfully. "Excuse me for not wanting to risk my life. But you know who would love this bad boy? Kurt… he loves his SUV's."

Blaine smirked and licked his lips at the mention of the name. He really couldn't wait to see him again. "Oh? Maybe I'll let him take it for a ride then, huh?"

Rachel grinned. "I don't know. You'd be lucky to get the keys back honestly. He'd love this."

Blaine laughed as she instructed him to park in front of the house. They both got out and made their way up the pathway to the house. Blaine felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing Kurt again, being in his house… maybe even his room. Rachel knocked a few times on the front door and was caught off guard when Puck came to answer.

"Well if it isn't the Anderberry's!" he said with a smirk, looking Blaine up and down. Rachel pushed the mohawked boy inside, dragging Blaine in behind her.

"Anderberry's?" Blaine whispered to his sister. "That's pretty cute."

"Yeah, that's what the glee clubbers call you and I." she whispered back with a smile.

Finn was parlaying on the couch but jumped up when he saw the twins, kissing Rachel and awkwardly hugging her brother.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Blaine! I'm glad you're here to stay awhile. We haven't hung out enough, y'know?" Finn said as he pulled away and looked at the shorter teen. Blaine smiled and slapped five with him.

"I know, man. But now I have a bit more time so we can all hang out and what not." The pop star replied, turning his attention to Puck who was still giving him a sly stare. He looked as if he was sizing him up and Blaine didn't like it at all. He was a nice, innocent guy. He didn't want to be picked on today.

"All that sappy shit is great but nobody told me the long lost Jonas brother was coming over here. What are we supposed to do now? Watch Phineas and Ferb? " Puck questioned with a smirk.

Blaine was about to respond as he pulled off his pea coat but Rachel cut in with a snarky tone.

"Listen, Puck. I didn't bring him over here for you to be rude and harass him. He came to hang out with us and enjoy the day. So are we going to do that or are you going to be a prick?"

Puck laughed and glanced at Finn who was giving him the same look as his girlfriend. Puck shook his head and held up both hands as a surrender. "Geez, Berry, where is your sense of humor?" the brunette didn't change her stance. Puck rolled his eyes and continued. "Blaine do you play Call of Duty?"

Blaine turned his attention from his twin to Puckerman and gave a nod. "From time to time."

Rachel grabbed both their coats and hung them up as Puck guided the start to the couch. "Show me what you got, Kidz Bop."

As the two boys began playing the game, Rachel tippy toed up to kiss her boyfriend once more before announcing she was going to go get Kurt. Blaine tried his best not to show how nervous he was as he continued playing, Finn walking over and slouching down on Burt's recliner.

"You're pretty good." He told his girlfriend's brother, eliciting a smile from the teen.

"Yeah, I play a little with my friends when we aren't so busy. So how excited are we for Nationals?" Blaine replied, glancing over to Finn and Puck to the right of him.

Puck answered first as he stared at Blaine's gaming skills on the television. "Ridiculously excited. It's New York man! I heard there are a few strip clubs on 42nd street that I need to be at. And you're coming right? You could pull us a few females… well except for Finn. He's all monogamous and all that bullshit."

Blaine rolled his eyes at the answer but continued, now on a five kill streak. "What about you Finn?"

"Definitely, man. I was thinking maybe I could take Rachel out a little, a Broadway show and a nice dinner. I know I should be thinking about performing with the club and all but she's always talked about going to NY after we graduate and I just want to take advantage of the opportunity to show her a good time. So I've been working a bit, saving up."

Blaine smiled as he listened. Finn seemed like a great guy and he was glad that they had each other. Rachel deserved somebody like that.

"God, you're whipped." Puck began, looking to his best friend. "Blaine, don't become that. Okay?"

Blaine laughed. "I think it's sweet. They're in love."

Puck scoffed as Kurt and Rachel made their way down the steps and into the living room. Kurt sat down on the love seats and as subtle as possible took in the sight of Blaine playing some stupid video game on his couch, wearing this classy burgundy cardigan with a Ralph Lauren button-up shirt and fitted navy blue jeans. He quickly averted his eyes away and to the television before another Santana moment happened where someone found them out, and nodded, pretending to hear whatever Rachel was talking about. The next time he took a chance and glanced over to the pop star, Blaine had caught his eyes and gave him a very sexy smile. Kurt winked and smiled as well, making Blaine color a shade almost close to his cardigan. Puck announcing Blaine's stats on the game snapped them both away from the little moment.

"Damn, Anderson. 21 Kills and only 3 Deaths? You said you play 'from time to time'. That's almost as good as me!" Puck said, snatching the controller away. Blaine shrugged and Finn dropped his jaw. "That had to be luck, Blaine."

Rachel clapped, happy that the boys were getting along even though she had no idea what the hell they were talking about. "Yay! Go Blaine!"

Blaine grinned at his sister trying to ignore Kurt's beautiful blue eyes boring through his skin right now. "I've done better. So what are you two going to be up to?"

Kurt let Rachel drag him from his seat and the two made their way to the kitchen. "We'll just be cooking a fantabulous knock your socks off meal of spaghetti and meatballs while you three play whatever nonsense you play all day. So I hope you worked up an appetite." Rachel replied, going to wash her hands while Kurt lazily set up the items.

"I don't remember agreeing to this." Kurt told the short brunette as she began hopping around the kitchen, the three boys in the living room doing happy dances to the thought of dinner.

"But you love me so hush." She kissed his cheek as he rolled his eyes and went over to the sink. Blaine saw it and smiled to himself while Finn and Puck shouted something at the television, a football game now on.

After a while of talking and joking with the two teens (and actually feeling apart of the group, despite Puck's teasing him for his teen pop star status) he decided he had enough of being so far away from Kurt Hummel while being so close at the same time. He excused himself, making his way over to the kitchen where the two best friends were joking about something. Kurt perked up when he saw the boy approaching and gave a knowing smile.

"Did you come to help?" he asked in a teasing voice.

Blaine smirked knowing that Kurt was teasing him because he told him he was a terrible cook a while back on the phone. "It smells great in here. I was just being nosey."

"Oh well, you entered our work space so you will now be on cooking duty. I'm assigning you to the garlic bread." Rachel told her twin, smiling at him warmly.

Kurt smirked at how fast Blaine began shaking his head. "Oh no, no, no, baby girl. I'm not getting involved." He told her after the girl so quickly offered his services.

"Nonsense. Grab an apron."

"Rach, I'm sure Kurt and Finn like living here. I don't want to put them out of a place to live because I accidentally set the place ablaze." Kurt started laughing at this and Blaine felt his face heat up as they caught eyes once more, the musical laugh giving him goose bumps.

"You need to stop it." Rachel began with a smile, "Look, I'll help you along the way."

Blaine shook his head in defeat as he made his way over to the sink to wash his hands. Kurt slouched next to him, leaning with his back against the counter and brushing their shoulders together. "If you burn my house down I'll be forced to live with you, Mr. Anderson. So be very careful." Kurt said, sticking the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips.

"Where are your matches?" Blaine asked seriously, eliciting another laugh from his friend. Rachel didn't catch the conversation, but she was happy the two were getting along so well. Her life had gotten so crazy the last couple months, but she loved every single minute.

When the doorbell sounded, Puck raised his eyebrow questioningly. "Who is it now? Don't tell me Blaine invited Justin Bieber."

Finn chuckled as he got up, shaking his head at his best friend. "Will you lay off my future bro-in-law? Geez, man." He made his way to the door. "I'll see who it is guys."

Rachel was grinning ear to ear at the sound of 'future bro-in-law' coming from her boyfriend's lips. Blaine did too, figuring that term could go both ways and he shot a glance to a blushing Kurt who might've been thinking the same.

After turning the knob, Finn pulled the door open with a smile that dropped instantly when he realized who it was. The tall teen with blonde hair and such a sneaky demeanor, better known as Logan, looked up at him from the second to last step.

"Is Kurt here? I need to talk to him."

A/N: Uh-oh.