Kurt sighed as he crossed the parking lot. Today was a rough day. Since glee was first period they had to stay after school to even it out. Rachel's idea, of course. Sometimes days like today could be a little much, tiring, long boring, argumentative, like today was. Regionals is in a few weeks and no one can decide on a song. Mr. Schue thinks they should do a country song and everybody vetoes that.

Kurt groaned remembering that this week's assignment is country music. What was he to sing? Toby Keith? Carrie Underwood? Are these even country genre singers?

He kicked a tiny rock in aggravation, but then cursed at himself thinking how he could just scuff his new shoes. Oh and to top all that off, Rachel wouldn't shut her god damn mouth about how Santana and Brittany weren't in after school practice today and how they were here this morning. They are probably off playing tonsil hockey somewhere in a corner of the school. Kurt shuddered at the thought of two girls making out. Of course he had no problem with it. It just he wasn't attracted to that type of behavior, what so ever.

Kurt made it to his car and quickly examined it for any damage; nothing has been done in a while but who's to say it won't?

"Keys," Kurt whispered. Kurt began digging in his bag for his keys as a shadow flashed over his shoes. He froze slowly looking up afraid of who it was. His heart pounded in his chest when thoughts of this morning flooded back into his mind.

Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. How did I forget about him…?

That prick. How does one forget being practically molested in the school hallway?

"Relax Hummel. It's just me," Santana's voice was practically music to Kurt's ears after that mini heart attack that he just had. Kurt continued to search his bag without acknowledging Santana's presence. "So was Berry completely off her case with me not being there?" Santana laughed to herself.

"Probably. Got stuck in detention and met a guy." Kurt looked up at her giving her an incredulous look.

"A guy Santana? Really, in detention? Is that really the smartest thing to do?" Kurt asked.

"Relax, Kurt. I love Brittany. I'm not going to ruin that. Besides he wasn't interested in me and I stole his smokes."

Kurt shook his head, "If only you could admit that to everyone else. Brittany included."

Santana sighed.

"You know I can't do that. I'd be running and besides you're not even supposed to know." She snapped at him.

"Well sorry that when I hear sobbing coming from a janitor closet that I care enough to help whoever is in need that will accept it. I could just remember every rude thing that you have done to me and out you right now and not try and help you through it!" Santana winced at Kurt's words. He watched her shoulders slump and the ora around them shifted dramatically. Kurt sighed mentally hitting himself in the face. He dropped his bag to the ground and went over engulfing her in a hug.

This was never something that would have happened before that day that Kurt had found her sobbing in the closet. They both missed three classes that day, glee included. Santana sobbed into Kurt's jacket as she explained everything. Neither of them knew why she broke down in front of him and letting everything go. That was an emotional day. The glee club was completely shocked the next day when they were talking civilly to each other.

"Shit Santana, you know I won't do that. I don't believe in outing. Of course I thing you should come out. You shouldn't have to hide who you are, but only come out when you are ready too.

You are prefect the way you are, remember?" Santana nodded at his words and pushed him away.

"I know. Now shoo, get off of me before someone sees." She said

"You're not weak ya know," Kurt muttered picking up his bag from the ground. Santana ignored his words and pulled a cigarette from the pack she stole.

"You have a lighter?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Uh, no. Why would I? Besides Rachel will kick your ass if she sees you with those.

"Ugh, like I give a shit. She don't own me," Santana bitched as she dug into her bra and pulled out a green lighter. Kurt stared at her unbelievingly.

"What the… You know, I don't think I want to know. Why did you just ask me if… You know what, never mind," Kurt had a hard time trying to process what just happened.

"What… I didn't feel like digging through my boobs. I'm sorry you don't have these spare pockets. Although, if you actually wear boy pants you'd be able to fit stuff in those. But I must say that your ass looks fantastic in those," Santana added after a long drag on her cigarette.

"I'll ignore the first part and my ass does look fantastic, doesn't it? That's why I bought these jeans," Kurt twisted around to get a view of his ass.

"A little conceited there aren't you, Hummel?" Santana asked a smirk on her face.

"Oh shut up, Satan. You brought it up," Kurt argued beginning to look for his keys again. "Where the fuck are my keys?"

"Don't know," Santana threw her half burnt cigarette to the found and stomped on it. "I have to go to cheerios practice. I'll call you later, babe." She blew Kurt a kiss and a wink before running off back into the school.

Kurt placed his bag onto the hood of the car and began removing items from it. "This is great addition to my already fucking fantastic day!" Kurt muttered. "Oh my keys!"

"At least your ass looks good." Kurt squeezed his eyes closed. Shit. He knew that voice. He barely heard that boy talk this morning but his voice was something not easily forgotten. "Wow Santana was right. Your ass does look… wow… that is fan-tas-tic," Blaine sucked his teeth before letting out a whistle. Kurt shivered; he could feel Blaine's eyes trailing across his ass. Taking a deep breath Kurt turned around quickly sending a death glare to Blaine.

"What do you want Blaine?" His name slurred on Kurt's tongue like venom. Kurt was so not in the mood to deal with this guy again and this time no one would be there to help him if things got out of hand.

"Well, I guess since you're asking so nicely. I would like my dick in your fantastic ass and your dick throbbing into my stomach as I fuck you hard against a mattress or your car right here. Whatever fits your fancy. Oh, and I would also love to see you wither below me screaming my name in pure bliss," Blaine's eye smoldered at the thought. "That's what I want."

Kurt had to concentrate on how to breathe for a second. Not exactly knowing how to feel about what just flew from Blaine's mouth.

"That's repulsive!" Kurt shouted.

"Oh, yeah… not technically. I only have the right to let my mind wonder freely," Blaine stated matter of fact. Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"No actually I don't think you have that right."

"Oh really? It is a free country and you just seem to keep your ass hanging out there at all times. It's so hard just not to stare," Blaine replied his eye searching Kurt's body again.

"Oh for the love of… What are you, stalking me?" Kurt was getting tired of this.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Blaine spoke stepping a few feet closer to Kurt. "You seem different from this morning." Kurt grimaced at the closeness of Blaine. He didn't like this sleaze bag anywhere in his tight personal space.

"New outfit?" Blaine asked

"Ahh, the price you pay for a slushie facial," Kurt sighed. Blaine looked at him in curiosity.

"Slushie facial?"

"Uh yeah, a sluhie to the face," Kurt turned his attention back to his bag and began to refill it with everything that he had taken out. Why was he talking to Blaine?

"Huh and I just thought you were a stuck up bitch that couldn't wear only one outfit a day. I mean just looked at those designer brands," Blaine said touching the sleeve of Kurt's jacket. Kurt jumped at the contact and spun around back pressed up against the car. He glared at Blaine with many comebacks on his tongue but refrained from saying any.

"But no, it's not your outfit. It's you attitude. Feisty! What changed? You were putty in my hands when I pushed you against the lockers this morn."

Kurt felt sick at the thought of not being able to stand up for himself.

"You caught me off guard," Kurt said carelessly pulling his bag up on to his shoulder and gripping his key in the other hand. "Now if you excuse me, I need to get home." Kurt tried to move but Blaine blocked his way.

"Oh but babe…" Blaine began but Kurt cut him off.

"Don't. Call me that," Kurt snapped.

"Santana does."

"That's because Santana, is my friend," Kurt tried to make a point, but apparently Blaine wasn't seeing it.

"We could be friends," Blaine whispered closing the space between them. He brought a hand up to Kurt's face caressing his cheek lightly while the other hand grabbed on to Kurt's tiny waist. "Friends… with many many … benefits."

Blaine's lips were inches away from Kurt's. And Kurt was frozen in place. Frozen and disgusted. Blaine's hips buckled in to Kurt's. Making Kurt gasp and drop his keys. Kurt blinked a few times mouth open shocked at what just happened. Blaine moved to kiss his mouth but Kurt hand flew across his face. Blaine stumbled back a few steps.

"Sexual harassment," Kurt muttered before picking up his keys and kick Blaine straight in the balls.

Blaine cursed out loud and Kurt jumped into his car. He quickly placed the keys into the ignition turning the car on. Kurt looked at Blaine through the car window, his heart beat quickened as Blaine fell to the ground.

Putting the car into reverse, Kurt flew from the school's land. A few roads away from the school Kurt finally got the guts to pull over to the side. He had been over the speed limit the whole way.

Kurt fell back into the seat letting out a shaky breath. Feeling a slight disturbance in his pants, he groaned.

I will not let this bastard do this to me.

Kurt sat there a few more minutes to calm down before finishing his drive home.

-
Rachel relaxed into the couch placed in the living room at her house. Today was a long day for. From Kurt being attacked by Blaine in the hallway this morning.

I'll have to talk to him about that. Rachel made a mental note. But when he gets here he'll probably be mad that I left him to walk home from school. Oh well, his fault for skipping every class today. He probably doesn't know that I have a copy of his schedule and went to all his teachers after school today to see if he went to class.

Then there was Mr. Schue trying to make the students do country for regionals. He has gone crazy, over the top.

Talk to him as well. Rachel made another mental note.

And then! Santana and Brittany didn't show for after school glee practice. Seriously, they really know how to aggravate someone. Rachel internally groaned and rolled her eyes.

She grabbed the mug from the coffee table and kicked her feet up onto the couch sitting comfortable enjoying the silence of no one being home. Bringing her mug up to her lips she took a deep breath. She left the smell fill her nostrils savoring the smell. It instantly calmed her all her troubles of the day. She took a sip before hearing the door open and slam shut.

She rolled her eyes, "There goes my peace and quiet." She watched Blaine stalk through the living room with a weird step and a groan ever couple feet. Rachel watched him in curiosity.

He was muttering words as he threw his jacket on top of the baby grand piano that was placed off to the side. Rachel didn't catch anything that he was saying except 'asshole' and a few other swears. He wasn't really making complete sentences.

"Hello Blaine," she said sweetly before talking another sip of her tea. He didn't seem to hear her as he was making his way to the kitchen.

"Blaine, are you alright?" Rachel asked curiously. Blaine froze, his hands clenching into tight fist. This didn't faze Rachel; she was use to that kind of fist clenching. She wished that she didn't have to try and get used to it but there always something in life that you just have to do. Rachel knew she shouldn't be nice and caring for him at this moment in time because of what he did this morning to Kurt and for not going to class. She is not the type of person to go up to someone's face and yell at them. Although lately with Blaine, that's all she has been doing. She just didn't feel like getting angry with Blaine or anyone at this moment in time. She didn't have room to be angry at people or to hate the world. But apparently Blaine did.

Blaine spun around staring at her angrily. She'll probably never know why Blaine started hating her. "Fine Rachel." Blaine hissed through his teeth. "Don't talk to me…" Obviously he was not fine.

Rachel sighed, weather she screams and yell or tries to talk calmly to him she will never be able to get through to him.

Blaine turned back to the door and walked into the kitchen. Rachel hoped and wished that Blaine would realize that he needed to talk to someone. She wished that he would turn around and walk back into the living room sit down onto the couch and pour his black hole of a heart out. But that was never going to happen. She knew that for a fact.

Rachel listened as Blaine rummaged through the fridge then run up the stairs. She averted her eyes to the carpet, her hands gripped tightly around her mug. She let her mind wonder remembering the different times she and Blaine had together.

Age 6 – Nighttime

"Rachel?" Blaine whispered threw the darkness of her bedroom. He slowly opened the door and stepped inside trying to be quiet as he could. He didn't want to wake his new-ish parents.

A sniffle echoed through the room and Blaine knew it wasn't him. Rachel must be crying.

Blaine's eyes were well adjusted to the dark of the night so he found her bed easily.

"Rachel?" Blaine whispered again. Rachel let out another sniffle before turning to face him.

"What… What are you doing here?" Her eyes were puffy and red, seems she was crying for a while.

"I had a- um- I have – I couldn't sleep," Blaine said nervously rubbing his wrist. "What's wrong Rach?" Blaine quickly changed the subject. "Why are you crying?" Rachel stared at him for a few seconds before bring a hand up to his face. She let out a sob.

"I had a nightmare, Blaine." Tears streamed down her face.

"What was the dream about?" Blaine asked climbing on to her bed sitting next to her.

"I had a dream that- that- you died Blaine. That you left me just like mommy and daddy," Rachel began to sob louder. "You left me alone. Completely alone. I didn't have anyone left for me."

"Rachel, it's okay," Blaine told her pulling her into a hug. "It's okay. I'm here. Nothing it going to change that. I will always be here. Mommy and daddy never left us remember? Mrs. Thompson told us that they will always be watching over us, making sure we stay out of trouble and so that nothing bad happens to us. We're gonna be okay. We have Jeffrey and Nathan now, Rachel; we have Papa and Dada now. We're not alone anymore. We're never alone. I'm here Rachel; I'm not going to leave you, ever. You're the best sister in the world."

Rachel's crying slowed down and they both fell asleep.

Age 12 – First Day Of Middle School

"Rachel," Blaine asked brushing Rachel's hair up so it could be placed into a high pony. Rachel looked up from her book that was in her lap into the mirror. She looked at Blaine's refection seeing the sadness clearly visible in his hazel eyes.

"What's wrong, Blaine?" Rachel wanted to turn around so she could face him but she knew how Blaine liked her hair to be perfect. Blaine opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly. Rachel's heart dropped watching fear replace the sadness. Rachel turned in her seat making her hair fall from Blaine's grasp. He didn't seem fazed by Rachel's movement. "Blaine, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything?" Rachel placed a hand on his in comfort.

"What if…" Blaine started nervously looking at Rachel. He took his hand from hers and began to nervously rub his hands together. "What if they don't like me? What if everyone hates me?" Blaine stammered over his words.

"Oh Blaine," Rachel stood pulling him into ta hug. "Everyone is going to love you. There may be one or two people that won't but they will."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked into her neck.

"Of course there will be. And you want to know why?" Rachel asked. Blaine pulled back from Rachel and gave her a slight nod. "Because you are Blaine Berry, you're smart and brilliant. You have a fantastic voice and you're cute as a button." Rachel tapped his nose. Blaine smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "Besides your curly hair will win all those girls hearts." Rachel winked at him. Blaine's smile fell and he winced at her words. But she didn't seem to notice. Blaine ran a hand through his hair, the curls falling back into place perfectly when he was done.

"Rachel! Blaine! Come on! You have to eat now or you're going to be late for school," Papa yelled up the stairs. Rachel's smile grew.

"Come on Blaine," Rachel said excitedly running out of her.

"But I didn't finish doing your hair," Blaine whispered then turned to the mirror.

Rachel waited for Blaine by the stairs. She already ate and made sure everything was in to the book bag and Blaine had still not come down.

"Blaine, come on! Papa is already in the car. He's waiting for us" Rachel yelled. She tapped her foot impatiently. "What the heck is he doing?" she muttered to herself.

Just then Blaine showed at the top of the stairs. His hair jelled perfectly in place, not a curl insight. He wore a green bowtie that complimented his shirt. Rachel gawked in surprise.

When Blaine made it down the stairs Rachel was about to ask what he did, but she noticed how much more comfortable he was now so she bit her tongue.

Blaine fixed his bowtie with a smile at Rachel. Rachel held out a banana.

"Breakfast? We have to leave now." Blaine grimaced at yellow curved fruit.

"No I can't eat. I'll probably throw up."

Rachel nodded linking her arm with Blaine's and walked out the door.

Rachel jumped at the vibration her cell phone gave off in her pocket. The memories faded to be looked at another time. She placed her mug that was still in her hand, back down onto the coffee table and grabbed the cell phone from her pocket. Kurt Hummel flashing across the screen.

"Hello," she answered wondering why he was even calling at this time a day. He usually goes to his dad's shop after school.

"Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. Oh my god," Kurt voice was rushed and shaky. Rachel's heart quickened.

"Kurt what's wrong? Are you alright?" she asked.

"That jackass totally came on to me AGAIN!" Kurt panicked through the phone. Rachel was confused.

"Wait, what guy?"

"That guy from this morning. Um, what was his name? Blake or something." Rachel eye widened and she quietly swore. "Whatever, doesn't matter his name. He met me at my car and practically said he wanted to fuck me till I was bleeding! He even tried to make a move." Kurt yelled. Rachel stayed quiet listening to his story. "Oh, and by tired to make a move, I mean he slammed his hips into mine against my car! I've never felt so used I my life." Kurt's voice softened near the end of the sentence.

"He did what?" Rachel's voice was barely audible.

"Tried to get into my pants in the school parking lot," Kurt said and you could hear his eyes roll through the phone. "He didn't get too far though considering I slapped him in the face and kicked him in the balls. I've showered like five times and I can still feel his griminess on my body. Rachel was frozen.

"Rach? Are you there?"

"Oh… uh, yeah. Blaine did this? I'm going to have to talk to him." Rachel responded.

"What? Rachel, what the hell… why would you do that? You don't even know him! He could crush you to a million pieces." Kurt exclaimed. Rachel winced at his words. She didn't realize how dangerously close she came to ruining her cover. No one knew that she had a brother. She didn't want anyone to know anyway. She loved her brother but…

"Wait," Kurt came to realization. "This morning, how did you know that boys name was Blaine anyway? I heard that he was brand new today." Shit, Rachel thought.

"Oh well, you see…" Rachel began but Kurt cut her off.

"Oh shit, my dad is home. I have to start dinner. Carole's going to be late tonight. This conversation isn't over. Ugh, I have to go take another shower too." Kurt groaned into the phone. "Bye Rach."

"Bye." Rachel said but Kurt had already hung up. She took a deep breath. "Oh my god, that was a close one."

She fell back onto the couch feeling calmness fill her, till she remembered that Blaine tried to get into the pants of her best friend. Anger boiled inside her. After this morning, the argument in the kitchen, the hallway during first period, he still had to the guts to go and try and do something. Rachel had enough as of right now.

First day of school and he's already trying and probably succeeding at fucking it up.

Rachel stormed up the stairs and stood in front of Blaine's bedroom door. Circle the Drain by Katy Perry flowed through the cracks of the wooden door.

Of course he would be playing Katy Perry, why wouldn't he be? Rachel will never understand how one so evil and rude listens to Katy Perry.

Rachel didn't knock she just barged through the door. She didn't care what he was doing. He could be naked and she wouldn't care because he needed to be talked to right now. Before Papa and Dada get home. She didn't need this to escalate to something it's not. Even though, this is pretty major considering its Rachel's best friend he is messing with.

Rachel found Blaine laying on his bed writing in a note book. The room was clean unlike his act and it was also bright. Blaine looked up at Rachel raising an eyebrow with a slightly pissed expression on his face.

"What the fuck Blaine?" Rachel emphasized every word. Blaine looked surprised at her outburst.

"Whoa Rachel, careful with the language. You wouldn't want to blow your perfect little angel act. You wouldn't want Papa and Daddy to see you like this and decided that they don't want you as their favorite anymore," Blaine commented while sitting up a little in his bed. Rachel's jaw dropped at Blaine's snarky comment.

She wasn't a favorite… was she? Blaine and her were loved equally…. Right?

"Fuck you," Rachel sneered.

"That's illegal, sis." Blaine said. "Besides, boobs are nasty. What are you doing in my room?" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Like you don't already know."

Blaine pretended to think, "No. No. I don't think so."

"Oh is that so? Well I got a little phone call from a friend saying someone got a little forceful in the school parking lot," Rachel said pacing a bit in front of this bed.

"Who's that?" Blaine asked.

"Damn it Blaine!" Rachel screamed tired of his bullshit. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about." Blaine concentrated on the notebook in his lap.

"God damn Blaine. Kurt has been through so much." Rachel said. Blaine grip on his pencil tightened. "He's in the hallway in the morning for a reason. He's bullied every day for who he is. People hurt him, slurs thrown at his left and right, slushie facials. He has special permission to miss the first half of the first period every day just so he can't stay clear of all that shit. So he doesn't get beat up, again."

"And you don't think I haven't been through all that!" Blaine snapped.

"I didn't say that," Rachel started but Blaine interrupted.

"You practically did. I'm your brother! You treat him like he's something more, something special! I'm blood to you Rachel. I am the only family you have left."

"He's my best friend," Rachel defended. "And I won't tolerate my brother trying to get into his pants. He's fragile, Blaine. I can practically see his breaking point and I don't need you being the person who destroys him! So back off Kurt!" Rachel yelled storming out of the bedroom.

Blaine sat on his bed heated with anger. He didn't even know at what. Kurt, for telling Rachel or Rachel, for taking the side of someone not her family?

Blaine groaned frustrated. His mind wondered to Kurt and he looked down at his notebook reading what he had just written before Rachel stormed in.

"Shit," he swore out loud throwing the notebook across the room.

Kurt looked into the mirror. He stood shirtless examining his torso. Any bruises from his time before the special locker time has completely faded. He hasn't run into any trouble from those guys in a while, so his porcelain skin was clear from dark marks.

Well that was before this morning.

He twisted around to get a view of his back. A light purple mark was located on his lower back. Kurt cursed quietly; he hated how easily he bruised. He hated that Blaine did this to him. He didn't need this.

Kurt looked over his back again before facing the mirror fully. He was determined to not let Blaine do this again. He would do whatever it takes to do this.

Bitch Kurt, full force. Blaine has nothing on me.