The comb ran smoothly through Rachel's silky brown hair. It had to be like the thirtieth time that she combed through her hair. Rachel stared at her reflection carefully. Examining every part of her face searching for any imperfection that may lie in the open. She ran her fingers over her nose, thinking about how close she was to getting a nose job before. Rachel thought over that situation so many times before that she realized she was grateful for the friends she made in Glee. She knew for a fact she would have regretted that stupid nose job. She loved her nose; there was nothing wrong with the way she looked.

Dropping her hand fast away from her nose, she examined her face. Makeup : lightly applied but perfect. Hair : straight, bangs perfectly to the side. Clothes : perfection. She had to make sure that she looked perfect so she could go to school.

Well perfect according to her, everyone else thinks she dresses like a five year old. But Rachel didn't care what other people thought about her. She knew she looked perfect, as long as she knew she looked great nobody else's opinion matter. Rachel was nervous of all the possibilities of what could go wrong today. Tripping in the hallway? People making fun of her? Aka Santana. Or maybe a slushie facial… you know the usual stuff. Rachel, of course, had a high confidence, but these sort of things seemed to always bring her down in some way or another.

She exhaled with a smile, happy with her complexion, and grabbed her bag from her bed and worked her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She dropped her bag on the table and grabbed a green apple; they were her favorite, from the fruit bowl on the counter. Taking a bit she turned around leaned against the granite top counter. She was slightly shocked to see the curly hair teenager that used to be her best friend sitting at the kitchen table; she looked at him in curiosity.

Blaine's black boots were unlaced on his feet and up on the table as he laid back in the chair pushing it so the chair was only on two of its legs. His jeans were ripped at the knees and his white button up shirt was left opened, so his tone chest was showing for anyone to see. Blaine looked to the ceiling; bringing his half burnt cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag. He dropped his hand and waited for the smoke to fill his lungs before letting out a perfect ring of smoke.

Rachel scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes.

"You know every time you suck on the cancer stick, you breath in over 2,000 poisons," Rachel snapped at him and proceed to take another bite of her apple.

"I rather be sucking on something else," Blaine said taking another long drag on his cigarette not taking his eyes off the ceiling. "But there's kind of a limit on those in Ohio, aren't there." He looked up at Rachel with a crude smirk and a wink. She scrunched up her nose in disgust. She didn't need to know about her brother's sexual needs.

"You know just cause there is a saying that say and apple a day keeps the doctor away doesn't mean it will actually keep the doctor away, you have an appointment next mouth," Blaine said going back to staring at the ceiling.

"I like to eat healthy," Rachel shot at him.

"What's the point? We are all going to die anyway no matter how good we are," Blaine let the chair land back on all four legs and looked at Rachel.

"At least I'll be living longer then you and your cancer sticks over there," Rachel grimace as Blaine brought the cigarette back to his lips.

"Enjoy, I have no reason to be here," Blaine muttered against the butt of his cigarette. Rachel watched the tip turn to an orange red and opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it. She turned around dropping her apple and gripping the end of the counter tightly and tried to ignore the tears that began to build up in her eyes.

This was her Blaine. This was her twin brother all broken and lonely as ever. What happened to the little boy she used to know? Who is he now? Rachel was lost and confused with him. He was the perfect person and one day it just stopped. The day he was expelled from their middle school was the change of everything. He began isolated and was anger all the time.

He would be civil with Rachel. He would only be civil with Rachel. Civil with the exception of the nasty comments here and there, which Rachel ignored the best she could. She wished she knew how to fix him. How to make him go back to being his old self? She missed the old Blaine so much, but no matter how hard she tried he wouldn't tell her anything about what happened or what was wrong. All she knew was that he'd been bullied for who he was.

She swallowed her emotions and turned back to Blaine. She had to show no weakness or Blaine would shoot her down farther then she wished to go.

"What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be boarding at Dalton? It's not like you can drive home anytime you want, because you can't seem to keep you license." Rachel asked emotionless. Blaine frowned at her.

"He was expelled," Jeffery said walking in. "Blaine, feet off the table and how many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in the damn house?" Blaine rolled his eyes and took his feet off the table.

"Don't know, maybe you should try again," Blaine spoke and put his cigarette out by pressing it down into the bare table top. "Not like I'll listen." Rachel glared at Blaine.

"Expelled? What do you mean expelled?" Rachel asked her dad.

"Why don't you ask Blaine what I mean?" Jeffery said walking over to the refrigerator and taking out the orange juice container.

"Blaine, what the hell? Really? Do you know how long it took for Papa and Dad to get you in to the stupid school," Rachel yelled. "Don't get me started on the cost. What the hell were you thinking?" Rachel was fuming now. Blaine remained silent and buttoned up his shirt.

"You probably weren't thinking at all! Like usual," Rachel shook her head in disapprovingly. Looking up at Jeffery she saw the same helplessness and longing for answers in his eyes that she felt.

"This guy needed his ass kicked," Blaine stated matter of fact. He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth. Rachel scowled at the sound. She absolutely hated the fact that he had that metal piece of shit in his mouth.

"The school has a strict no bullying policy! Are you seriously stupid enough to do something like this?" Rachel was getting so pissed now.

"Guess so, considering I already did it," Blaine smirked at Rachel, which only pissed her off even more. Rachel didn't know what to do with him anymore. His life was falling downward fast. She knew yelling at him would do no good. He doesn't listen. It goes in one each and straight out the other.

Sighing she said, "I have to go to school. I'll see you guys later."

"Rachel, give Blaine a ride." Nathan said walking in to the kitchen. She froze and looked up at him.

"What do you mean give him a ride? Where am I bringing him? An obedient home for dogs?" Rachel slurred. A smirk ran across Nathan face.

"To McKinley with you," He said trying to hide the humor in his face.

"What? McKinley? He's going to school with me?" Rachel's voice raise. Blaine raised an eyebrow; did his family not notice that he was still in the room?

"It's the only place that would take him in after his stupid stunt at Dalton," Jeffery added sipping on his glass of orange juice. "It's the only way Rach; do not argue with us on this." Rachel gawked at her fathers, were they insane! She threw her hands up in annoyance.

"Let's go Blaine. NOW!" Rachel said grabbing her bag and walking out of the room.

The car ride was silent besides Blaine's annoying tapping along to the radio. Rachel's anger was still boiling inside her as they pulled into the parking lot. Rachel slammed the car door and walked over to the Blaine on the other side.

"What the fuck happened to you, Blaine? What the fuck happened to us?" Rachel screamed in his face before storming off into the school. She slowed down and turned to face Blaine again. "We used to be so close," she said barely a whisper but Blaine caught it.

Blaine watched her curiously as she stormed in to the school doors. He didn't understand why she was so upset. This is his life not her and if he wanted to do nothing with it then why she care. Blaine just saw no point for going to school and learning. He had no reason to be around here or so he thought.

People were standing and walking around but none of them seem to have notice the display that had just gone down. Blaine pulled a cigarette from his the box in that was in his pocket and lit if carefully so it would go out. He took a long drag letting the smoke fill his lungs. His nerves were instantly calmed and he felt his confidence rise.

Blaine searched the area with traveling eyes. This whole setting was new to hm. He hasn't been in a public school setting for two and a half years. In and out of different private schools, constantly. All of them saying, promising that they could whip him into shape and protect him all at the same time. But going through six different, all making that promise and all of them failing, makes any other school not to even want to try and touch him. If six schools couldn't do it, then no one else can.

Blaine could say that he was scared; horrified to be at a public school but then he'd be lying. He really didn't give shit anymore. He'd probably just end up skipping all his classes for a cigarette under the bleachers. That was his usual day at school.

Blaine flicked the cigarette that he was smoking off to the side not caring where is actually landed. His phone vibrated in his pocket as he moved toward the front doors of the high school.

Talking his phone out, he read the message.

Go to the office and get your schedule and anything else that they have to give you, you know the drill. I'll be calling the school later to see if you did. Don't do anything stupid. Rachel will be watching you. - Dad

"I don't need a fucking babysitter," Blaine muttered shoving his hands into his jacket pockets forcefully and proceeded to enter the school.

The bell rang loudly as Blaine traveled down a random hallway. A second bell rang only a few minutes later and the hallway became vacant as the first period began.

A short freshman scurried down the hall toward Blaine. He was attempting to balance two notebooks, three textbooks, and overly filled bag on his back. A typically freshman thing, thinking that they will need a whole lot of supplies. The freshman seemed to be late for this first class. A smirk grew on Blaine's face.

"Oh, this is too easy," he whispered to himself. Blaine slowed his pace as the freshman boy became closer. Blaine stuck his foot out and the freshman met the floor face first, causing the younger boy's belongings to fly all around the empty hallway. He made a loud thud against the tiled school floor.

Blaine chuckled as he glanced behind him seeing the boy hurry around the hall picking up all his belongs muttering to his self. Blaine turned and proceeded down another empty quite hallway.

Blaine had no idea where he was or where he was going. This school was one big ball of mystery to him, but he planned on getting to know it very well. He needed to know the schools surrounding better than anyone else. For example, where the best hiding places are so when he skipped class he could go somewhere no one would find him. Blaine simply needed to know this school's ins and outs.

He examined the posters on the wall from the different clubs. Most of the sounded really stupid and pointless. Walking farther down the hall he noticed one for New Directions, Blaine knew it was the glee club. Rachel could never stop talking about it, whenever Blaine happened to be home. Blaine wanted to join; he was a part of the Warblers at Dalton, and the glee clubs at the other schools he had attended as well. When he was in middle school he and Rachel were the stars of their schools choir. Everyone loved them and wanted to be there friend, they were at the top of the school. Well that was before they had found out that they had two gay dads, then everything went downhill from there. And when people started finding out that Blaine was gay too . . . Blaine shook the thoughts from his head cramming his hand deeper into his jacket pockets. Blaine didn't think he'd be able to be to deal with Rachel up his ass the whole time. And beside from what Rachel's says, you don't want to be in that club unless you wish to have an ice berg thrown in your face every day. Blaine didn't fancy washing syrup from his curly hair ever since Rachel accidently dropped her plate of pancakes on his head when they were seven. Anyway, joining New Directions was a definite no go.

Blaine staggered off down another hallway; he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth afraid to make a sound at the beauty that he just laid eyes on. Blaine's eyes traveled over the porcelain's boy's profile. Blaine drank in the boys' beauty in, wanting nothing more than to stare at him all day. Blaine was frozen in hormonal want. He watched the porcelain boy at his locker, he seemed to be finding the supplies he needed for today class. But first period started about ten minutes ago. He stared at him in complete curiosity. Every move the boy made had Blaine's eyes followed wanting more.

Calm down, Blaine thought. You don't even know if he is gay

Blaine let his eyes travel south of the porcelain boy's face. His maroon button up dress shirt was tucked into his insanely tight black fuck me skinning jeans which were tucked into his dark mid-calf boots. A shiver ran down Blaine spine as his eyes traveled up the boy's thin body. This boy had one insanely good body . . . or um- profile. He was absolutely angelic.

The gorgeous boy pulled a long round can from his locker. Hairspray. And he began spraying his perfectly structured hazelnut hair. That's when Blaine's gaydar went wild.

Blaine slowly walked over till he stood directly behind the boy. The boy capped his hairspray and placed it back into the locker and shutting it. He then turned around jumping the closeness of Blaine's body. Blaine laid one hand on the locker next to the porcelain boy's head. The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed into the wall behind him. His hands attached to the wall catching himself from falling over. Blaine took this as a welcoming to moving closer to him.

Their heads were inches apart now. The porcelain boy's eyes were wide with fear as Blaine's free hand found its way to his hip. Blaine's thumb locked into the boy's belt loop securing him in place.

"Hey babe," Blaine's whispered.