Blaine walked down the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he turned, going down the row of dorm rooms. Second hall, sixth door; Blaine didn't even need to look at the number, or even really knock, he's been coming to the room just as much as he goes to his own. People say that when you're twins, you have this weird, physic connection. Well, Blaine's never felt anything physic, but there was definitely a connection between the Anderson twins. Despite their uncommon appearances; Blaine being shorter, handsome, and athletic, Lauren was big; in all ways. Taller, wider, louder. For anyone that didn't know them, you'd never guess they were related, yet alone shared the same womb at the same time.

In reality, for so long they were all the other had. They're parents are wealthy and work a lot. Their father hounds Blaine about sports and getting into a good college, while their mother constantly points out Lauren's weight problem. When they were sent to separate schools when they were only eight, they thought they would die without one another. Thankfully, a family friend mentioned St. McKinley's and how all the other wealthy kids were sent there, which meant they had to go to. They weren't crazy about boarding school, but it was coed and they would be together, and that's all that mattered.

Without even a knock, Blaine entered the room. Just as he suspected, she was sitting on her bed, reading one of her music books. Sitting up at the sight of him, Lauren put on her best mocking smile, placing her book beside her.

"Well, congratulations, Romeo!" She called as he shut the door. "Dad'll be excited."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to that conversation." He mumbled, stepping closer into the room.

"Now don't forget that behind every great man is his dim-witted sister that just wants to be fed! Nurse. Who knew!" She asked aloud, rolling her eyes. "I thought for sure I'd get peasant number eight . . . Or jolly spinstress number three."

Blaine laughed, taking a seat beside her. "I know you have more confidence in your acting than that."

"Oh, I do!" She assured him. "Oh I know a girl full of confidence. Yes, whenever she's full, she's a confident girl. She'll have your piece of pie- Then inhale another ten! There's a thin girl inside her with twelve of her friends." Standing, Lauren wiggled her hips, showing off her ass. "Hips that could bare you a buffalo!"

"Longhorn?" Blaine questioned, amusingly.

"Ass that's so vast I could block out the sun!"

"You know that you're insane?"

"I'm a caution for the vain. Mothers say 'Well, dear there's fat, then there's Jane.'" 'Plain Jane fat ass. Guilty of swallowing Jenny Craig whole! Plane Jane fat ass. Keeping society so ill at ease and loving her role.'

Blaine stood, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Why are you so hard on yourself?"

"Why are you such an over achiever?" She asked pointedly.

They stood there in silence, frowning at the questions. "Dad." "Mom." Their words fumbled together, coughing them to laugh. Lifting his shoulders, Blaine holding his head high. "Nadia," He said, imitating his mother's voice. "it's just that I know you'd be happier-"

"Okay, kiddo- I didn't spend thousand of dollars on private golf lessons so you could quit the team sophomore year." Laruen cut him off, lowering her voice to be their father.

"It's mind over matter-"

"If you keep your mind focused-"

"We just want you to be happy…"

"To make us happy…" Pushing away, Lauren turned to face her brother, her expression torn. "But why can't the fat girl play Juliet? It's the plumpest of roles, so then why not pick me?"

"It's just a stupid show." Blaine insisted, but Lauren pushed him away.

"Says the dashing Romeo! Well, I've played a servant for years in a row. But I'll have the last laugh- you bet your ass. Hurt me? You can't- I have mounds of thick high school doesn't last, and someday, I have a hunch. That I'll eat them for breakfast and shit them for lunch."

'Plain Jane fat ass/ Hungry for love, she's a sensitive soul! Plain Jane fat ass. . . Keeping society so ill at ease and loving her role.'

Going to her bed, Lauren lifted up a manilla envelope, opening it to hand Blaine a long piece of paper. "Dad's birthday check arrive - two weeks late as usual. And surprise - a note! 'Dear Jason: Please find enclosed this very thick package that came for you yesterday. I talked with Father Flynn, and he told me you were in, but call anyway when you open it." Pulling out the heavy paper, Lauren tore it open before Blaine had a chance to grab it from her "Notre Dame!" She exclaimed. "'We always knew that you'd keep the McConnell flame burning. Love, Dad. . . .'"

Prying the letter from her hands, Blaine read it quickly. Every male in the Anderson family had gone to Notre Dame, and now it was his turn. He wanted to smile, to be thankful for this chance . . . but something wasn't letting them. Turning away from his acceptance letter, Blaine looked back to his sister. "Hey! What did Dad get you?"

"You mean what did Dad's secretary get me? These earrings." Lauren held the silver diamond hops to her hears lamely. "I think they're slimming. . . . What do you think?"

Blaine stepped forward, laughing sadly. "Come here." He told her, opening his arms.

Standing off the bed, Lauren entered his embrace, hugging him tightly. Everyone always thought Lauren was the worse off sibling, that she always looked up to Blaine as someone she wished she could be. Secretly, Blaine wished he was Lauren. Nobody pressuring her to succeed, nobody waiting for her to screw up. And maybe, just maybe, if he was born the girl, his feelings for Kurt wouldn't have to be hide.