Meet The Anderson's

Wish You Were Here

Blaine a mile off of his bed when he heard the front door slam below him, the noise echoing through his headphones, which had been pounding out 'Michael Jackson' moments earlier. Tilting his head, he kicked his legs in the air and chewed on his pencil thoughtfully, waiting for one of the housemaids or the gardener to pop their head around his door to let him know they were done for the day. Frowning when the sound of clicking heels reached his ears, Blaine's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and incredulity while he tried to disentangle himself from his headphone wire and scramble up from his bed.

Tearing into the living room, he came to an abrupt halt when he was met with the judgmental glares of his parents' and instantly managed to school his stunned features into a neutral expression. Gulping, he straightened his back and walked slowly towards his parents, both of which were eyeing him carefully from their armchairs while sipping their scotches.

"Mother, Father," The young boy nodded, coming to a stop in front of his parents, his hands folding behind his back as he stood ram rod straight.

"Blaine Devon," His father acknowledged, eyes ice cold as they raked over his youngest son, "I trust that everything is in order with the house and you are staying out of the way of the staff."

"Yes Sir," Blaine muttered, eyes finding the floor as he shivered slightly under his Father's intense gaze.

"Look at me when I speak to you boy and stand up straight!" The older Anderson barked, suddenly standing directly in front of his flinching son, Blaine's worried hazel eyes raising to meet his father's stormy grey ones. "Are you still with that boy?"

Blaine's back straightened as he nodded slightly, "Yes Sir."

The young boy had been expecting the backhand the minute that it hit his face, managing to brace himself before he stumbled backwards. "We should have sent you to that camp when we had the chance, at the very least that would have straightened you out." Blaine's Mother sneered, downing her own scotch before joining her husband in evaluating her son, "I always knew that Cooper was being stupid when he managed to get around having you sent there, of course his stupidity is shown in most of his life choices. He was always much too lenient with you boys', it's probably why you've all turned out as you have."

"Cooper raised us! You two were never here it was Coop or Elijah that was there for every broken bone, every scraped knee on a playground. Cooper raised us when he was still just a kid himself, even when he was hundreds of miles away at that stupid school. And with all due respect Ma'am I don't believe a word that you've just said." Blaine ground out, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, nails digging into the palms of his hand.

"What did you just say you insolent little brat?" She hissed, his Father practically frothing at the mouth as he glared at Blaine, both of the adults almost towering over their tiny son.

Blaine stood as tall as he could, hands' now clasped behind his back as he tried to ignore the stinging in his face. "Cooper's a good man. One of the best and he has made the life choices that have made him happy and protected those around him. All of my brothers' are good men, and they will continue to be good men for as long as they live, the majority of that has nothing to do with their parentage."

His Mother sniffed, still glaring at her youngest son through her murky brown eyes, "However your thoughts on your brothers' may be, the majority have lost their way and we still should have had you sent to that camp and the rest of them to Sunday school, maybe then you would all have better manners and better views on the world. At least you would know how to better respect your elders. We gave you boys' everything that you could ever possibly want, despite how you've all turned out."

"Yes Ma'am," The young boy sighed resolutely, staring at the wall behind his parents' heads as tiredness swept over him, sick of fighting the two people who were supposed to have supported him no matter what. Internally, his mind was racing, but thankfully he had the common sense not to point out that his parents' truthfully had done very little for their sons'. All the boys' had ever truly wanted growing up was each other and parents' who would love and inspire them to be anything they wanted to be. In reality they were dumped with cold hearted nannies and material objects that more often that not had been bought with money from their old family fortune rather than what their parents' had actually earned. "I still believe that they are all good men though."

"Yes well. You always were the biggest disappointment to your Mother and I Blaine Devon and I do not see that changing at any point in the future. You're never particularly going to amount to anything. We're heading to your grandparent's old summer home in Italy and then after that we're not sure where we'll go. We'll get in touch when we need you to sort the house out for our return. Obviously you need the warning," He sneered at Blaine, cold eyes never once leaving the trembling teens features, ignoring the fact that surfaces around the room were literally gleaming in the evening sunshine that was streaming through the windows.

"Yes Sir," Blaine whispered, not trusting himself to lift his eyes from the floor this time.

Shaking his head, the elder Anderson glared at his youngest son one final time before sweeping from the room beckoning his wife to follow him. Casting a look at her son the petite woman rolled her eyes and followed in her husband's wake, mumbling under her breath.

Blaine waited for the sound of the front door slamming and the engine of his parent's limo starting up before he let the tears begin to fall silently down his face. Backing up against the wall, he collapsed to the floor, pulling his shaking knees to his chest and burying his face in them, soundless sobs wracking his tiny frame.

"Dad, Dad I need you to check on Blaine!"

"Okay kid calm down, now what's going on? I'm grabbing my keys now but I need to know what's wrong." Burt grimaced, trying to calm his frantic son down.

Kurt's voice however only seemed to rise in pitch, bordering on a near panic attack over the phone. "I haven't heard from him in three days and we promised to talk every day so I phoned some of the others and no one's heard from him. I'm really worried Dad."

"He hasn't been at school this week either," Sam piped up from the corner of the front room where he and Sebastian had been playing on the PlayStation for the last few hours, obviously able to hear the full conversation from the sheer volume of Kurt's screeches.

Sebastian nodded glumly from beside him, automatically pausing their game as he did so. "Now that you mention it I haven't heard from him all week and I asked him to come today but got no response. And if dapper boy's anything, it's punctual with replying to invites be it a yes or a no."

"Guys', that was information that I really could have used before now," Burt hissed quietly, still trying to calm the anxious Kurt down on the other end while shooting the blushing, shrugging boys' on his couch a look. Raising his hand in a farewell, he cast the pair a final glance before shutting the front door.

"Kurt, I'm leaving now. I'm going to drive like a maniac and I'll be with him as soon as possible. I promised everyone I'd take care of him while none of you were here and blatantly I haven't done a good job of that so far."

"Dad, you're always there for all of us. I know for a fact that you're still in touch with every single Anderson nearly every day." Burt could practically hear Kurt's smile as he was talking, struggling to keep his own blush at bay while he started the engine. "There was always just you and me, but now you've taken another thirteen boys' under your wing, well young men really, and you never even batted an eyelid. From Finn right down to Sebastian, Dad I don't even think I have the words for you anymore."

Burt chuckled dryly, "Kurt, I only did what any decent person would've done and you know what? I now have fourteen, mostly unofficial, kids who I will do anything for."

"Hmm, maybe, but somehow I highly doubt most people would go to the lengths that you have for all of us. I'm going to go though, please drive safe Dad."

"I will buddy, I always do. I'll get him to ring you when I find out what's going on."

"Oh and Dad a heads up, we tried to talk him out of it, but Benny has just boarded a flight to Columbus and should be landing in about an hour and twenty or so. So you may want to swing by Port Columbus airport on the way to Blaine's. I know it's technically out of the way but I'm not sure I trust Benny getting a cab by himself." Kurt paused for a minute; clearly giving Burt a minute to process the fact that he was going to have the youngest two Anderson's to care for soon enough, rather than just Blaine. "I'm also not sure that anyone but Benny is what Blaine needs or will want right now."

"Kurt, that boy will always need you to. I don't think you even know how much."

"Yeah. I don't think he'll ever realise how much I need him too," Kurt laughed, Burt rolling his eyes at the lovey dovey tone that shone through Kurt's words. "And Dad?"

"Yeah kid?"

"Thanks. For everything."

Hearing the dial tone, Burt smiled softly, his mind filled with thoughts of all of his boys'. Frowning when they drifted to Blaine, his foot hit the floor, determined to reach Bentley and then Blaine in record time.

Burt had barely pulled up at the Anderson's mansion before Bentley had swung open the car door and was taking the front steps two at a time. Following behind the young boy at only a slightly slower pace, Burt took the time to close the front door before following Bentley's footsteps, scarcely able to suppress the shudder that passed through him from the empty feeling of the dark, cold house.

"Blaine," Bentley cried softly as he finally found his brother curled up against the wall in the living room, knees drawn up to his chest, empty eyes staring off into space, "Oh god Blaine, what happened to you?"

Almost as if hearing his twin's voice broke the spell Blaine was under, his head snapped to the doorway, staring at Bentley for a minute before his clouded eyes appeared to recognise the figures stood there. "Benny," He croaked quietly, holding out his arms for his brother.

"I'm here Blainey, I'm here," Bentley murmured, instantly crossing the room and drawing Blaine into his arms. Holding Blaine tightly, Bentley shivered when broken sobs started to echo throughout the room, both teens' bodies shaking with the wretched noises resonating from deep within Blaine. "What happened Blainey?"

Blaine's eyes sought out Bentley's identical ones before shifting to focus on Burt's momentarily, eventually finding the ground as he wrung his hands in his lap. "Am I really worthless Bentley? Am I really such a disappointment to this family?"

Bentley and Burt took in the same ragged breath, their eyes staring at Blaine as Bentley's head began to shake back and forth rapidly. "No, Blaine no. You are anything but worthless. You're my best friend and my brother, how could you ever think that?"

"Mom and Dad told me I was their biggest disappointment," Blaine whispered mostly to himself, both Burt and Bentley's eyes burning with the same rage.

Striding across the room to the two boys', Burt crouched in front of them, gently placing a hand on Blaine's cheek to guide the pain filled hazel eyes to look at him. "Blaine, you are a wonderful person." Guiding Blaine back to him when he tried to bury his face into Bentley's chest again, Burt shook his head slightly. "You are. If you're parents can't see that then it is their own problem, not yours." Smiling lightly at the young boy, Burt tilted his head, ignoring the growing numbness in his legs from his crouched position. "I'm not going to say that you're perfect because you're not, you make mistakes, you screw up, but hell, you wouldn't be human if you didn't. No one is perfect Blaine. Striving too hard to be perfect in some one else's eyes is just going to ruin the person you could be. What was it that you told my son once, that you would always remind him how perfectly imperfect he was? You need to try and remember that for yourself too."

Blaine's shining wide eyes stared at Burt for a few moments before he disentangled himself from Bentley and threw himself into the man's waiting arms. Chuckling as he crashed backwards onto the floor, Burt held him close.

"Thank you Burt."

Shrugging slightly, Burt squeezed the young boy tightly before loosening his grip. "Ring him Blaine, he was really worried."

The curly haired boy nodded, eyes still tinted red as he pulled out his phone, Bentley shooting a sad smile in Burt's direction as he gripped Blaine's knee gently. Standing, the older twin motioned to the kitchen, Burt clasping Blaine's shoulder before following, the coffee machine already running.

"I just don't know Kurt, Blaine's never ever done this before. Even when he's thrown a temper tantrum and refused to actually speak to anyone for various reasons, more often than not because one of the twins pranks has gone a bit too far, but he's always checked in with Cooper, always. Cooper's completely losing his shit in L.A. according to Aus but he can't leave at the minute otherwise he loses this job and it could be a big one for him," The older boy sighed, running a hand through messed up curls before taking a sip of his cappuccino wincing slightly at the burn snaking down his throat.

Kurt angled his head azure eyes scanning Jude's all too familiar features, smiling softly at the little traits that he'd always thought were so inherently Blaine, but now knew were an Anderson brothers' thing that had simply passed from one to another before they'd all picked up the various habits. "Blaine would never forgive himself or Cooper if Coop left L.A. right now for him."

Jude nodded slowly, folding his hands on the table in front of him, "I'm pretty certain that is the only thing keeping him in California right now."

Kurt's phone buzzing into life startled both men as Kurt scrambled to answer his boyfriend's call, eyes widening when Blaine burst into tears at the sound of his voice. "Blaine, B, Baby calm down. Come on, hey, hey, it's alright Mon petit trésor please."

Smiling softly as Blaine's sobs slowed to hiccups, Kurt listened to his explanation of what had happened, eyes burning with a fury that scared Jude, making him shift uncomfortably when the younger man's eyes caught on him. "They're assholes and they're not worth it B. They literally are talking shit." Kurt laughed sharply, a sound that made Jude flinch and watch Kurt more closely. "Blaine Devon Anderson listen to me and listen to me now. You speak six languages fluently, you can play at least eleven instruments ridiculously well, you're a straight A student, the senior class president, one of the leaders of the glee club and of god knows how many other clubs and you're back on the top ranked high school cheerleading squad in the country as of last week, for which I still demand pictures of you in that uniform." Jude snorted into his coffee, trying to stop himself from choking as Kurt glared at him, ice blue eyes giving him away as they shimmered in amusement at his future brother-in-law.

"And you know what Blaine, all of that aside, you are a loving, honest, caring, hard working person who helps just about as many people as he can. You got me to still come out here even though it made you miserable, you're making sure both Brittany and Sam graduate this year and don't even get me started on your relationships with your brothers'.

Blaine Anderson you amaze me and just about everyone else that you meet. You are anything but a disappointment or worthless or whatever other crap they told you. Besides, you are everything to me."

Jude's head snapped up, alarm bells ringing as he heard Kurt utter the words he knew would break his little brother, the words that only two people he knew of would ever utter after meeting Blaine. Kurt waved him off when he opened his mouth to say something, turning his attention back to his conversation with Blaine.

"I love you too always mon petit trésor, you should know that. All right, I'll speak to you later, make sure Benny takes care of you and don't burn the house down. I love you Blaine."

"My asshole parents got to him then?" Jude questioned watching the fire in Kurt's eyes slowly fade away as he drank down his coffee.

"Yep," He confirmed, draining his mug, "Your parents truly are assholes. Bentley and my Dad are with Blaine now though and they're calling Coop so you don't have to worry about that either. I think they're going to see if Benny can stay in Ohio."

"Makes sense, they never wanted to be split up in the first place," Jude shrugging, slowly pulling on his coat and scarf. "Can I just ask though, I know Blaine calls you 'mio bello' and that means 'my beautiful' in Italian, right?" The green eyed man smirked slightly when Kurt blushed, nodding slowly. "And I've noticed you calling Blaine 'mon petit trésor', but what does it mean? Sadly only Blaine was gifted with languages in our family, I think it's French though right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he held the door out for Jude to take. "Yes it's French, it means 'my little treasure'. Corny, but when my brother started to tease Blaine for his height he always retorted with 'good things come in small packages' and it just kind of escalated from there. Also, your French accent is terrible."

Jude glared at Kurt before slinging an arm around his shoulders with a small smirk, "I'll get you back for that comment one day little brother, one day victory shall be mine."

"Oh dream on," Kurt snorted, laughing at Jude's affronted expression. Shoving him slightly, Kurt cackled when Jude slipped on the ice, just managing to catch himself before he fell over. Glaring at the younger man, Jude rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm, leading them back to the subway station so they could each get home and out of the freezing New York City streets.

Later that night lightning flashed across the sky making Bentley's eyes flutter open, the crashing thunder that followed making him sit bolt upright, watching the rain flow like a river down his windows. Reaching to switch on his bedside table, the teenager sighed when he realised the power was out, stretching to open his nearby drawer to pull out an emergency flashlight, illuminating his messy room within minutes. Hearing a tiny supressed whimper, Bentley's eyes widened and he leapt out of bed. "Shit, shit, shit," He muttered, wrenching his door open and sprinting to the next room on the long corridor, hurtling through it moments later.

Blaine's petrified eyes flickered to Bentley's in the light of his own torch, Bentley rolling his eyes with a soft smile. "Scoot over dipshit, you should have just yelled for me."

Blaine glared wordlessly, but held the blankets up for Bentley to fly under, instantly snuggling up to his brother, "Soooooo, still scared of thunder storms then?" He chuckled softly, pulling Blaine closer at a particularly loud boom.

"It's not funny asshole," Blaine muttered, shaking slightly and burrowing his head into Bentley's chest when the lightning lit up the room once more. "If stupid Noah hadn't locked us outside in that one when we were eight I'd be fine. Stupid Noah."

Bentley simply chuckled softly, letting Blaine cuddle as close as he needed. "I got over the fear pretty quickly. I mean jeez Blainey what do you do when none of us are here usually?"

"You weren't within inches of that stupid lightning strike," Blaine mumbled, making Bentley wince as he thought of his brother's horrified little face when they'd been locked out in that lightning storm, specifically when the bolt had hit the swing set not far from where Blaine had been sheltering from the rain. "And as for what I do I ring all of you losers or Kurt on a continuous loop until one of you picks up and then I literally don't stop talking until the storm's passed over. It helps, marginally, but it does help."

"Oh," Bentley whispered quietly.

"Yeah, oh," The younger of the pair whispered, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tried to will his body to sleep.

"Hey Blaine," Bentley whispered moments later into the stillness of the room, his voice battling only against the continuous thunder and the howling wind.

"Hmmm?" The younger answered, his tired eyes momentarily flickering towards his twin.

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. But erm, I was just wondering what Coop meant at Christmas when he said you cheated on Kurt? I know that we kind of joked about it at the time but that is so not you Blainey, and erm, I guess that ever since Kait cheated with Greg I've been trying to work out what the hell I did wrong."

"Oh," Blaine muttered, his eyes focusing on the bed spread as he sat up, his fingers fiddling with a loose thread.

"Blainey, you don't have to tell me anything. I'm just morbidly curious for my own selfish reasons I guess."

"Benny I'm sure that you did nothing wrong, believe me the problem is on her end, not yours. I never really liked her anyway the girl was a bitch at the end of the day. But erm I actually want to tell you why I did what I did."

"Okay Blainey Boo, go for it."

"I kissed another guy. I was lonely, like ridiculously so, and it all got too much and I couldn't cope with it. It started when Kurt stopped picking up my phone calls and everyone else was stupidly busy with school or work so I didn't want to bother anyone. He was…he was a guy I friended on facebook." Blaine stuttered, trying to avoid Bentley's curious eyes.

Bentley sat bolt upright, staring at his brother in dread as Blaine fell back onto the bed, disrupted from where he had been half lying on Bentley's chest, his head on his shoulder. "Blaine you went to a stranger's house?" He squawked, eyes wide with fright.

"Yeah," Blaine sighed, wincing slightly, "Erm, we, er…we went up to his room and I don't know…I just wanted someone to talk to…to listen to me and I guess a hug or some kind of physical contact, I wasn't particularly close to anyone at McKinley at the time, they were still Kurt's friends really, not mine and you know what I'm like for hugs and things."

"Yeah, you're like an octopus," Bentley laughed nervously; desperately hoping to lighten what he was hearing at least a little.

Blaine continued as if he hadn't heard a word his brother said, sitting up against the headboard and pulling his knees to his chest timidly. "But he…he leaned over and kissed me…and I knew it wasn't right, I knew it wasn't what I wanted," Blaine stared into space, his mind reliving those dreadful moments in his past as the pit of dread in Bentley's stomach grew with each passing word.

"But he…he had my arms pinned down and he…he got my shirt off and my pants unbuttoned before I managed to punch him in the face." Blaine drew in a shuddering breath, Bentley hooked on his every word. "I grabbed my shirt and I ran…booked a flight to New York to tell Kurt what I'd done and ended up having Adam and Ollie pick me up from a bar when I'd apparently had to much to drink. I'm just lucky that Adam's squeeze of the time recognised me from photos at one of Jude and Ollie's house parties or I would've been completely screwed. Then I proceeded to ruin the rest of Jude and Ollie's weekend by spending Sunday alternating between throwing up in their bathroom or sobbing on them." Blaine laughed dryly, swiping at his eyes as he looked up to met Bentley's horrified ones, "What?"

"Blaine…Blaine you freaking innocent god damn douchebag! That wasn't cheating Blaine, have you told Kurt any of this?"

"What are you talking about Bentley?" Blaine queried looking genuinely confused, "I let him kiss me and he got my shirt off of me, of course it was cheating and no I didn't tell him any of it. He didn't want to know and details so I didn't tell him, and to be totally honest I didn't really want to relive it again."

"Blaine you didn't cheat! That was attempted rape," Bentley roared wincing when Blaine flinched away from him, "You didn't go to his house with the intention of doing anything. He forced himself on you effectively. Blaine, I mean Jesus Christ, god knows what he could've done if you didn't get your arm free. I mean jeez Blaine I love you, you are my best friend in the entire universe, but how could you have been so stupid?" A wave of anger passed over Bentley as he watched his still confused twin, "I'm going to kill him, what's his name?"

Blaine's head snapped up, his eyes pleading. "Benny, no please, please just leave it."

"Fine," The elder of the pair growled lowly, "Don't tell me, that's your choice, but remember Pip's old best friend Henry? He's a private investigator now and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to track this guy down for me."

"No Bentley you can't please! Please just let me forget it!" Blaine pleaded, sitting upright in order to look directly into his brother's eyes, "Please Bentley and you can't tell the others. Please."

Bentley softened slightly taking in Blaine's obviously terrified and unsure features. "One condition."

"Anything."

"You have to tell Kurt," Bentley muttered determinedly, eyes never leaving Blaine's as the storm that had stretched long into the night started to slow and ease up outside their windows.

"Anything but that," Blaine murmured, "Please Benny, I can't tell him…"

Bentley shook his head resolutely. "Well that's my condition. Take it or leave it."

"Leave it," Blaine muttered as determined as his brother, staring into Bentley's stormy eyes.

"Yeah, in actual fact that is not an option. If anyone gets to know, it's Kurt." Reaching over Blaine, he pulled his brother's phone from the docking station and instantly started to scroll through his contacts.

Blaine pushed Bentley to the other side of the bed, snatching the phone from him. "That's not your call to make god damn it Bentley!" He yelled, the anger growing in his own eyes a his brother tried to force him into a confession he wasn't even sure he believed in, let alone ready to make.

"Well if you're going to be so stupid over it then someone has to make it for you!" Bentley screamed back, shoving Blaine while stealing the phone from his grip.

"It's not up to you!" Blaine shrieked, the twins tumbling to the floor as they fought, the phone lying forgotten about on the bed as they struggled in each other's hold, equally matched on strength and power.

"Yes it is because you're not thinking rationally about this!" Pushing Blaine over, Bentley managed to grab his wrists, pinning him to the floor as they each seethed with anger. "I have to protect you and to do that more people need to be let in Blaine."

Blaine struggled in Bentley's grip, managing to throw him off of his chest before they were thrashing around for dominance once more in their fight. "I'm less than a half an hour younger than you. I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself you asshole."

"Blaine you were almost raped!"

Silence followed Bentley's shout before the two started going at it once more, punches being thrown and legs kicking as they rebelled against each other. On the other side of the unknowingly open line to New York, Kurt's hand was covering his mouth, tears streaming down his face and his heart hammering against his ribcage. Hanging up the line, he instantly searched his contacts and started to ring Bentley's number, praying the boy had his phone in the same room.

Hearing the blaring ringtone sounding throughout the room, the twins instantly stilled, curious as to who would be ringing Bentley so early in the morning. "Well that escalated quickly," The older twin winced, standing and pulling Blaine to his feet, gingerly wiping at the trickle of blood flowing from his nose.

"Sorry," Blaine whispered.

"I'm sorry too, you're right, it's up to you. But I really think you should tell him Blainey I mean my god, we could have lost you." Bentley yanked Blaine into his arms cradling him close to his chest in the silence of the room, only interrupted when his phone burst into life once more. "Eurgh, who the hell is trying to get in touch at this time?" Not bothering to check the caller I.D., the boy swiped his phone unlocked.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BLAINE WAS ALMOST RAPED?"

"I urgh, I think it's for you," Bentley squeaked, holding the phone out to a horrified Blaine.

The next morning, Bentley was trying to eat his waffles normally, wincing whenever he managed to get syrup in the cut across his lip and with a bag of frozen peas clutched to his arm. Glancing up nervously when the kitchen door swung open to reveal a fairly messy Blaine with a nicely forming black eye, the elder twin sent him a timid smile. "Hi," He whispered uncertainly.

"Oh god did I do that?" Blaine whimpered, immediately trying to assess Bentley's cuts and bruises.

"Yeah but you should see the other guy," Bentley joked weakly, offering his bag of frozen peas to Blaine who gladly placed them over his eye. "Burt's going to kill us when he comes by later."

Blaine snorted slightly, stealing a bit of Bentley's waffle, "That is nothing compared to what Coop's going to do when he sees the state of us on skype."

"No kidding. I am truly sorry Blaine, that wasn't my call to make."

Blaine shook his head, ungelled curls flying. "No Benny, I'm sorry. That was the right call to make and you were just looking out for me after my idiotic mistake."

"So you and Kurt?" Bentley queried cautiously, grinning at the beam that spread over Blaine's face.

"Are much better for the truth finally being out thank you. There were a lot of tears and both of us hung up at least twice but we're back on the right track."

"Good. And now I get to stay here too," Bentley grinned, laughing when Blaine threw his arms around him, "Coop faxed over the paperwork this morning, I start McKinley on Monday and my old school are just shipping my stuff back from my dorm room."

"Some things are just meant to be," Blaine mused, stealing more of Bentley's waffles amongst his twin's laughter and protests.