The Anderson family sat together in the dining room, eating a dinner Blaine’s mother had prepared. Blaine always was surprised that his family hadn’t yet hired ‘help’ to clean up and cook the food, the way his mother complained about doing such herself.

Mr. Anderson looked up at his son.

“Do you remember Ms. Pierce, from my work?” He asked Blaine, patting his mouth with a napkin.

“Yeah, I do.”

She’d always been Blaine’s favorites of all of his father’s coworkers. He remembered a time when he was eight; she’d given him butterscotch hard candies as he waited in his dad’s office. His father had been busy then, but Blaine didn’t mind. He sat in the too-large chair, sucking on the candy and drawing on some papers while Ms. Pierce had answered phones.

“Then you must remember her daughter, Brittany,” Mr. Anderson continued, a smile forming onto his lips. Blaine couldn’t tell if it was false or not. “You and she were the best of friends, before she moved to live with her father.”

“We were. . .” Blaine looked up at his father suspiciously. “Why are you bringing her up all of the sudden?”

“She’s in town.” His tone was brisk, like it didn’t matter. Just casual dinner conversation. “Her mother called me this morning, and said that Brittany is having a ‘party’ for her new schoolmates. To get to know them better or something along those lines. I’m not sure about the details, just that she’d like you to go.”

Blaine wondered why his father seemed so over casual about this entire thing for a moment, before he realized why.

He’d seen pictures of Brittany, within the last few years. She was rather pretty, long blonde hair, blue grey eyes, and tan skin. They hadn’t talked in years, and, although Blaine still harbored a love for his childhood friend, she was rather . . . ditzy. Of course, he didn’t dislike her. He just saw no reason to be in love with her, either. He didn’t know who she’d grown up to be, there was a possibility she’d become cruel and conceited. He’d seen pictures of her in a cheerleading outfit, giggling with the other girls.

Once again, his father was trying to ‘convince’ him to be straight. By showing him an attractive girl, this time.

Despite this, he agreed with his father. He saw no harm with going to a simple party, and didn’t want to upset the man. Worse came to worse, he’d just leave. Best case scenario, he’d have fun with an old friend.

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Brittany and Santana marched down the halls of McKinley high school, gaining many stares from passing teenage boys.

When they passed by Kurt Hummel, Brittany reached out and placed an invitation in his hand.

“Will you go to my party?” she asked, smiling at the boy.

He blinked vacantly at her. “Excuse me?”

“I’m having a party this Friday,” she explained. “Glee club students, mainly. Do you want to come? We’ve having cupcakes, and Santana says she’s bringing the drinks.” She smiled. “I’m hoping she brings cherry soda, but that’s just me.”

Kurt thought of all the empty calories in a single cupcake as he took the invitation.

“I’ll think about it,” he said. “Thank you, Br-“

Santana appeared behind her. “Come on, Brit.” She took Brittany’s hand, and, with a glare at Kurt (and the invite in his hand) turned and led her down the hall.

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Friday Night –

Blaine expected a large party, and was surprised to see only a few cars in front of Brittany’s house when he got there.

“Am I early?” He checked his watch and saw that he was ten minutes late. He hadn’t been to Brittany’s home before, and didn’t know that exact area too well.

He walked to the door, and hesitantly tapped on it twice.

A few seconds passed. There was a shuffle inside, and the door flew open to reveal a girl. He recognized her, instantly, even though she looked quite different than at that young age.

Same blond hair, same lovable expression. Her eyes were the same striking blue-grey he remembered.

Brittany Pierce threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He staggered back, catching her.

“Blaine! You came,” she cried out in joy. Brittany looked up at him, her bright eyes wide with delight. “I was worried that you wouldn’t,” she admitted.

“W-Why not?” The flustered boy asked. Before he got his answer, Brittany was pulling him through the door.

“I want you to meet some people,” she said happily. “I met them in a club I joined, and I think you’d like them, because I remember how when we were younger you were always singing-“

Her energetic speech was cut off as she pulled Blaine into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with a smile.

“Guys,” she said. “Say hello to Blaine Anderson.”