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A/N: Okay. I won't lie. You all deserve complete honesty. I've fallen out of love with this fic, and it was definitely going to go on a Ryan/Ian/Brad style hiatus if it wasn't for a couple crazy reviewers who thought it was worth salvaging. So here we go, a short chapter that I've had planned for two weeks but never felt the desire to write. It's such a shame because I finished it in less than two hours. *Epic face palm - fail edition* I hope you like it. Sorry for mistakes.

Disco-claimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter 12

Blaine put his Range Rover in park after pulling up to Rachel's house. It was pretty late at night and he hoped that none of them would get in trouble for this little stint, but according to Kurt, they've been doing this pretty much throughout high school.

After texting his sister to let her know he was waiting, Blaine put his phone in a compartment beside him. Rachel's nosy next door neighbor was in the window yet again, and he wanted nothing more than to barricade the window closed like people do for hurricanes. With the life he led, people staring always got his blood flowing.

Rachel tiptoed past her fathers' room and down the steps as she smoothed out the wrinkles of her animal sweater. Sneaking over to Finn and Kurt's was something she was used to over the years. Now that her brother was joining, it was going to be that much more fun.

She opened the door and smiled when she saw the silver Range Rover waiting, frolicking down the pathway of her home and hopping in the passenger seat. Blaine leant over and gave her a kiss on the cheek while she buckled up, smiling at her loving twin brother.

"So I figured I'd tell you the most important rule of this get together." she voiced as he started the vehicle. Blaine quirked an eyebrow and urged her to continue.

"Go on."

"Do not fall asleep, and if you see someone else falling asleep, do not let them fall asleep." the severity of her voice made her brother smile, but nod as she resumed. "Once one person is out, all of us are out, and then Burt or Carole find us in the basement after my dads call going crazy."

"I swear to abide by that rule." Blaine placed a hand on his chest as he yielded for an all-way. Rachel smiled.

"Perfect."

After putting his foot on the pedal once more, Blaine decided it was his turn to speak. He needed to voice what he had been thinking about all day, and going over during his discussions with Burt not that long ago.

"I need to talk to you guys when we get there."

Rachel sat up in her seat and shifted focus to Blaine, a wary look displayed on her countenance. "Is it serious?" she questioned. "Please don't say you're leaving. You just got here—"

"I promise I'm not leaving, sis," Blaine interjected before she could go too far. "But it is serious."

"Now I'm nervous," the brunette added in a small voice. Nothing good ever really came when someone said they needed to talk, and that it was serious. Nervous was accurate for what the junior was feeling.

Blaine shook his head as he drove down a quiet block, "Don't be," he said with a smile, "I just want you to hear me out. And Kurt and Finn too, because you all are important to me and will influence the decision I make regarding the matter. Just don't be nervous."

His sister nodded as Blaine made a left turn, pulling up to the Hudmel's comfy suburban home.

They both undid their seatbelts and quietly exited the car before Rachel led the way to the side entrance where Finn was waiting. He opened it wide so the siblings could enter.

"Okay Blaine. You're new to this. You must be extremely quiet. If our parents wake up, everyone is grounded. That goes for you two too."

Blaine smiled and adjusted his sweater as the couple shared a small kiss, "I'll be quiet," the singer whispered.

When the trio went down the basement steps, Blaine found that a movie was already on—what it was, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that Kurt was curled up on the couch under some blankets and he wanted to join him.

Finn and Rachel went over to the love seat where Finn had a pretty huge blanket of his own, and they snuggled up as they jumped into whatever was on the screen.

Kurt smiled as Blaine moved the blankets so he could settle under, cuddling next to his boyfriend on the sofa. Blaine grabbed him closer by the waist and placed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger, before moving across Kurt's mouth with tiny sweet ones. Kurt giggled as he joined in, kissing his boyfriend back chastely.

"I missed you, superstar."

Blaine went in for another kiss before responding. "I missed you too."

"Okay lovebirds," Rachel smiled as she watched them be entirely too fluffy, "I want to know what Blaine needs to talk about. Please be something good to put me out of my misery."

Kurt lay back against his plush pillow and looked at Blaine expectantly, waiting for his boyfriend to say out loud what they discussed briefly on the phone. He wasn't too sure how he felt about it to be honest, but maybe his sister or Finn could spread some light on the matter; make Kurt see things differently. Or maybe they could make Blaine see things the way Kurt did.

Blaine's hand nervously played with the hem of Kurt's top underneath the blankets as he spoke.

"I want to stay out of the limelight for a while and go to McKinley with you guys."

Quiet.

Finn and Rachel stared from Blaine, to each other, to Kurt and back to Blaine. He wanted to go to McKinley?

"Really dude?" Finn asked, not even trying to hide his shock.

"Yes." The singer answered simply.

"Really?" Rachel echoed her boyfriend. She had to admit she was not expecting to hear anything of this nature. How could she go from adoring Blaine Anderson from a far distance, to meeting him, to finding out there is a huge possibility they are twins, to going to school with him? At some point, she expected to wake up and find this was all one crazy dream or fantasy or something of the sort.

"Guys," Blaine looked from Kurt who appeared to be more interested in the television now, to the others, "I'm serious. I only have a few months of our junior year and then senior year left. I want to enjoy high school like you guys get to do."

"I don't know if I would say I enjoy McKinley," Kurt muttered under his breath.

"I think it's a fabulous idea, but are you sure, baby bro?" Rachel questioned sincerely, looking her brother straight into his hazel eyes, "Think about it. You're famous— not just some guy who lands a commercial gig famous, you are a celebrity. It would be hard to adjust because people would probably crowd you on a daily basis."

Blaine sat up on the couch now, placing Kurt's legs on his lap so his boyfriend remained comfortable. Everything his sister was saying, he considered. It didn't really do much to deter him, though.

"They'll be used to me after a week. Everything will be normal again. I'll be like any other student."

"You are Blaine Anderson!" Kurt said incredulously. He couldn't fathom for the life of him how Blaine was making this whole situation so much smaller than it actually is. Superstars just don't enroll in Ohio public schools and have a dandy fucking life. It didn't happen.

Blaine looked at his boyfriend, face falling with each second. "I know who I am. I'm starting to think you don't want me there."

"That's not the case at all, Blaine." Kurt expressed, staring at Blaine with gorgeous blue eyes.

"Okay." his boyfriend answered shortly, not understanding what the problem was, really.

"I think you should do it." Finn smiled warmly, and Kurt rolled his eyes away once again. "Me and Puck will have your back."

"He also wants to come out. He's not telling you guys that."

Finn and Rachel shared a look after hearing Kurt's words. That really changed everything. Everything.

"That's not something that will go away in a week," Kurt added as he looked at the screen.

"You should want me to be out and to be in school with you." said a broken Blaine. He wanted to know why Kurt didn't want him around and insecurities immediately flooded him. What if Kurt had someone in school he didn't want Blaine to know about?

"Blaine," Kurt sat up on the sofa and grabbed both of his boyfriend's hands, smiling softly when they finally caught eyes, "I do not want you to be hurt. I know what I face on a daily basis at that school and you would only face so much more."

"He's right," Rachel said. Kurt stared at Blaine's face as the boy withdrew his hands and sat back on the couch.

"Fine," he folded his arms, "I'll stick to homeschooling. It's fine."

Kurt looked over to his brother who was now quiet, to his best friend who looked defeated. He took a deep breath as he scooted closer to Blaine; legs still sprawled over the boys lap.

"I'm not saying don't join McKinley, baby."

"Then what are you saying?" his boyfriend questioned, hurt still in his voice. Kurt took another breath.

"I'm saying do not be in a rush to come out. Think about this. You are one of the most impulsive people I know, and while it's a good thing sometimes, other times it isn't. This is your life, and I will be here for you, and so will the rest of our friends. I just don't want you hurt."

Blaine looked over into his boyfriend's sincere eyes as Kurt spoke. He could understand where he was coming from, and though he really wanted to be able to walk the halls of McKinley and have Kurt on his arm, he respected the boy's wish. He nodded so that Kurt knew he understood.

"I care about you." Kurt said, cupping the boy's cheek.

"I know you do, Kurt."

He pulled the coiffed junior into his lap and held him tightly, enveloping the boy in a hug. Kurt smiled as he reciprocated and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead.

The basement remained quiet for the next few minutes, all until Finn asked the inevitable.

"So what happens next?"

….

Logan walked into the Lima Bean and looked around, not really sure who he was looking for exactly. Then a middle aged, heavy set man waved him over to a corner table that was piled with papers, a laptop and two cups of coffee. Logan realized that must've been the James that Blaine instructed him to meet that Saturday afternoon as he made his way over.

"It's nice to meet you," Logan said, outstretching his hand. James grabbed it tiredly, not wanting to deal with anyone after having already finished this job, but what the hell? His life was difficult because of that snot Blaine Anderson.

"Yes," the man began as Logan sat across from him. He handed the teen a cup of coffee to which Logan gratefully accepted before continuing. "So can I ask how you know Blaine and why he's so adamant about this?"

Logan smiled as he took a sip, looking around the café. "Well I'm not really at liberty to say, sir. He's sworn me to secrecy."

"I need to know if you want a job." James responded in a very nonchalant way, typing away at his keyboard. While his reputation was hanging on him being able to fill this role in record time, he'd rather hear this secret Blaine was hiding instead.

The blond sat back in his seat with a look of confusion heavily dominating the teen's face. "But if I tell on him, I don't get the job either. That's the whole thing."

James smirked. Blaine really thought he called the shots. It was adorable of the little guy. "He can't decide that. I'm the agent here, and I'm the one with the million and one connections."

The blond gave the man a troubled look as he considered it. Weighing out his options, he knew that if he told, Kurt would never, ever, forgive him. But would that matter? He'd be famous and on top. Kurt would be forgotten in the dust. That would only happen if he did let James hear the story, he guessed. "I don't know."

"So I guess you don't want this role. I'm sorry that you came all this way to waste my time. Please get away from my table—"

"No, sir. I really want this job."

James shrugged, sitting back and looking the blond straight in the eyes. "Talk."

Logan took a deep breath and began to spill everything. "I found out he's dating my ex and I threatened to tell the media. My ex almost chewed my head off when I told Blaine to fuck off, so instead, I made him give me the role. Blaine didn't want to leave Ohio so he obliged."

James stared at him for a while, trying to put two and two together, but failing miserably. He didn't understand the problem for the life of him.

"I don't get what the big deal is. Is she ugly or something?"

Logan swallowed and placed his cup down with a quirked eyebrow. "Who?"

"Your ex?"

Logan shook his head. "No. My ex is a he. And he's beautiful, actually."

The teen watched as a sinister smile crawled its way onto James' face. Then he realized that he just pretty much told everything there was to tell.

"You didn't know Blaine was gay?"

….

"I'm so happy that you're joining William McKinley High School." Principal Figgins proclaimed, smiling between Anthony and Blaine as they sat in his office. Blaine smiled back, happy himself, while he father just sat there trying to figure out if he was making a horrible choice in allowing his son to do this.

"And I'd like to donate to the glee club if that's okay?" Blaine asked with a warm smile.

"YES!—I mean, it would be appreciated, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine smiled, staring between his dad and Figgins as he pulled out his check book. Anthony shook his head.

"Remember what I said, Blaine. I don't want to see you hurt, but you wanted this."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he scribbled the amount on the check and signed his name. "I'm aware, dad."

Figgins ecstatically took the check from the teenager and hugged both men when they all stood up. Blaine looked at the principal strangely, not really remembering them being so handsy when he was younger.

Anthony went to stand in the secretary's office, followed shortly by his son who he hugged tightly.

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too. Sure you can't stay to meet my sister?"

Anthony shook his head no, his heart breaking at the frown his son gave him. They weren't going to get the results to the DNA test for a couple days, so until then, he wasn't going to waste time meeting anyone. "I'll be back in a couple weeks, and we'll go to dinner. All of us. Okay?"

"Yes dad."

Anthony smiled, kissing his son on the head and fleeing out the office and out of the building. Blaine sighed as he looked down at his schedule, walking into the hallway. His sister walked up to him in no time.

"So. Are you ready baby bro?"

Blaine smiled, happy as ever. "Let's do th—"

"OH MY GOD! IT'S BLAINE ANDERSON!"

Blaine's eyes went wide as tons of girls from every direction turned to see him, screams entering the hallway as they all flailed.

Rachel held her fingers to her ears. "You said this would be over in a week." she shouted loud enough for him to hear. "That better be the case."