Confused. That is how Kurt felt. He didn't see Blaine at all yesterday. It was like he vanished. But he was at school yesterday because he was called down to the office.

Kurt was ecstatic that Blaine had left him alone yesterday. Trust, he was. But he was confused as ever to why he had left him alone. Well maybe he learned his lesson when I kicked him in the balls the day before. Serves him right. No one messes with a Hummel, especially this one.

Kurt held his head a tab bit higher as he walked down the hall.

"Yo Kurt, are you even listening to me?" Mercedes asked nudging him in the shoulder.

"Oh um, yeah, totally," Kurt said quickly trying to remember what she was saying but making it look like he did.

"You have no clue what I was even talking about, do ya?" Mercedes gave Kurt a glare. Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but he honestly couldn't remember anything.

"Ah, no. No I don't. Sorry."

"Come on, Kurt. What are you thinking about that is so important that you're not paying attention to me?" Mercedes laughed a bit. "But no, seriously, what's up?"

"Nothing. Nothing. It's nothing," Kurt said waving her off. He froze spotting Santana laughing her 'are you fucking kidding me' laugh at something the boy she was talking to.

I've seen that boy before, Kurt thought. Who is it?

The boys back was towards him. Not letting Kurt get a view of his face.

Who was that? Probably just the guy she met in detention.

"Come on Kurt. We'll be late for English," Mercedes said pulling Kurt into the class room but not before seeing that the boy Santana was talking to was Blaine.

What the… Kurt mouthed. How does she even know Blaine? Kurt walked into class dazed and confused.

"Guys! Guys!" Rachel ran into the choir room screaming.

"Damn, Berry why don't you shut your trap! You are so annoying." Santana rolled her eyes plopping down next to Brittany.

"Well Santana, if you stopped complaining and talking I'd be able to tell you my magnificent song ideas. Instead of those country songs Mr. Schue wants us to sing. You are always just interrupting. It is so rude."

"Maybe you should stop talking and no one will have to interrupt you," Santana commented.

"I'll have you know that…"

"Rachel. Santana. Quit it!" Finn interrupted.

"Finn you just interrupted me!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Oh goodie, Finn do you think you could put a muzzle on your yapping dog over here?" Santana questioned.

Rachel gasped eyes glaring at her. The glee club stood watching as the bickering between the three continued on. Some watched to see if a physical fight broke out while the others went back to doing their own thing.

"Rachel. Santana. Finn. Stop arguing. I don't care what it is about. Just stop." Mr. Schue came in holding a stack full of papers. Rachel folded her arms across her chest and walked over to an empty seat sitting down in a huff. Finn followed sitting behind her.

"Where is Kurt?" Mr. Schue asked scanning the room.

"He's talking to Mrs. Tenner about a project that he's doing," Mercedes spoke up. "Mr. Schue, please tell me those aren't terrible songs written on those papers you have there."

The teacher shook his head, "Of course not. I wouldn't pick terrible songs."

A few of the kids laughed at his remark.

"Oh Rachel, before I forget your brother is in Figgins office. He wants you to go down there and see if you can help." Mr. Schue remembered as he wrote on the white board. Rachel froze.

Shit.

Rachel sighed getting up.

"Wait, Berry has a brother?" Puck finally putting the pieces together. Santana perked up as the conversation turned into something interesting.

"Yeah, you didn't tell them Rachel?" Mr. Schue looked at her confused. Rachel nodded at him.

"Dude that's not something you keep from us," Puck complaining.

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

"It's- uh- his name is Blaine." Rachel answered quietly.

"Blaine Berry? That's so fruity," Puck laughed punching Sam's shoulder.

"Blaine Berry, that's my favorite fruit!" Brittany commented. Rachel gave her a look noticing Santana eyes wide in curiosity.

"No actually, Blaine Anderson," Rachel corrected. "And watch what you say Noah! He actually goes that way."

"Whoa, He's like Kurt?" Puck asked.

"Anderson? Why Anderson?" Tina pondered out loud.

Rachel opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her mind was filling with the memory from that day. The day he demanded to change his name from Berry back to their original name of Anderson. The words ran through Rachel's head every day since that day in late seventh grade. She'll never forget how he looked that day or the way he spoke with so much anger in his voice.

The words, I'm done! I'm not a fucking faggot. I want my name to be Anderson again!

His name was changed back to Anderson by the end of that week.

"You'll have to ask him," Rachel responded. It was the best answer considering she didn't even know the reason he came home screaming those words. What provoked him?

"They should totally hook up! Kurt is so uptight sometimes." Puck concluded getting a gagging noise from Finn.

"No. No. No! Blaine . . . my brother . .. He's an asshole," Rachel tripped over her words.

"Rachel, language. Please go the office. They are waiting for you." Mr. Schue said pushing her out the door.

Rachel crossed her arms in front of her chest. Shit, now the whole glee club knows. Kurt just can't. Not yet.

"Kurt! Kurt!" Rachel yelled running down the hall. The final bell had rung and there was no glee today after school so she had to catch him before he left the school grounds. Kurt looked behind him spotting Rachel and stopping.

"What's up Rach?" Kurt asked nervous gripping his bag strap. He didn't like being at school when he doesn't have too.

"My…" she let out a breath. "...My…" Clearly out of breath, she held up a finger in a 'one moment please' kind of way. Kurt nodded in acknowledgment then looked around the hall. Very few people still remained in the hallways of the school but no one too threatening stood near so his body relaxed.

"Oh my god, I need to go to the gym." Rachel exhaled. "I ran from all the way across the school trying to catch you before you left."

Kurt looked at her puzzled," You could have just called me. I would have answered."

"You know I didn't think of that," a dumbfounded expression was now found on her face.

Sometimes I think Finn's stupidity rubs off on her, Kurt thought.

"But whatever, it doesn't matter anymore because I'm here and you're here now. I can just say what I have to say right now. The past is the past, all that matter is here and now…"

"Rachel!" Kurt interrupted.

"What?" She looked at him questionably.

"What were you going to tell me that was so important that you ran across the whole school?" Kurt asked.

"Oh yeah!"

Yep, Finn defiantly rubs off on her, Kurt rolled his eyes.

"My dads told me this morning that they have a surprise but they won't tell me what it is and they want you to be there because your apart of it." Rachel's face showed that she was thinking of a plan.

"A surprise?" Kurt asked. Rachel nodded. "That includes me?"

"Yes. They were wondering if you were able to come after school today. Actually that's right now because school just ended." Rachel commented.

What could it be? My father gave me off tonight; he must be included in some way. I was planning on taking a long bath and go to bed early tonight. Kurt thought hesitating.

"Oh come on Kurt. A surprise for the both of us! You can't just leave that hanging out in the open. We must know!" Rachel grabbed on to this arm begging. Kurt shook her off.

"Alright. Alright." He agreed. Rachel squealed throwing her arms around Kurt hugging him tightly.

"I'm so excited! I wonder what it could be! My mind is running through so many things that can't even be logical! Do you have any idea?" Rachel asked Kurt her arms still wrapped around his body. Kurt laughed.

"I don't know, Rach. But you are wrinkling my Arami."

Rachel let go immediately letting out a laugh, "Sorry."

"It's okay," he said and strengthened is shirt. "So I'll meet you at your house?

Rachel nodded excitedly a smile wide on her face, "Right of course. I still have to get my things from my locker. If I'm not their when you get to my house my fathers should be there. They will let you in."

Rachel gave genuine smile before running off back in the direction that she came. Kurt chuckled watching her scurry down the hall.

Blaine took a drag from his cigarette. He sat outside on the football field bleachers with his jacket open. It was February but the weather was oddly warm, above the normal temperature for the middle of February. Blaine let the smoke empty from his lungs slowly in the crisp air. He thought over the day. He actually went to to all his classes, well, all except the first two. That's when he was caught skipping and sent to the office. Thus causing Rachel to be called down as well.

Why was Rachel needed to be involved? Who the fuck knows? Rachel isn't the boss of me; she's not even older than me. I'm two minutes older. Blaine scoffed. She didn't help the situation much, either.

Blaine took another drag on his cigarette trying to shake the annoyance that he felt for his sister. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and dug his foot into it putting it out. Then jammed his hands into the jacket pocket.

"Yo Anderson," a voice called out. Blaine looked up spotting Santana walking from across the field.

"Santana," Blaine said in a clear emotionless voice. She plopped down next to him and held out her hand. Blaine rolled his eyes before digging inside his jacket. He handed her a new cigarette. Santana brought it to her lips as Blaine lite the lighter. She took a drag, inhaling and then exhaling.

"So I heard you're related to one Ms. Rachel Berry." She questioned. Blaine groaned. He didn't really wasn't to be associated with his sister.

"Yes, unfortunately so. She's my twin."

"Twin?" you guys look nothing alike. Well except the fact that you are both short." Santana exclaimed. "How could you be related to something so annoying?"

"I ask myself that every day." Well something along those lines, Blaine added in his head. Silence followed his words.

Usually Santana can't shut up, always talking shit about something, about someone, anything. But today she was quiet, smoking away at her cigarette.

"Santana," Blaine asked, but she didn't answer. "Santana." Blaine asked again leaning over poking her slightly in the shoulder.

"Huh?" she responded coming back from being lost in her brain. She looked over at Blaine questionably.

"Can I ask you something?" Blaine requested. Santana looked at him before nodding slightly and turning to look in front of her taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Why don't you just come out?" Santana froze at the words that left Blaine's mouth. Blaine instantly knew that he asked the wrong thing.

"I mean you are so comfortable and confident with your straight self. What is holding you back? You don't have to answer me, I was just curious," Blaine added quickly. Santana flicked the cigarette off to the side.

"I- um, you see," Santana stopped mid-sentence obviously not completely sure how to go about this.

Blaine stayed quiet, not moving, he knew what he did was wrong. He didn't need to make it worse.

"I see the way they treat, Kurt…" Santana whispered. Blaine almost missed what she said. Kurt? What is she talking about? Blaine opened his mouth to asked, but quickly closed it waiting to see if she was going to go on.

"They- They… He's really strong, Blaine. I don't know where he gets it from, but he has it. I'm so jealous of him too," she said. "They push him into lockers, throw him in to dumpsters, slushie him, call him names. You name it, it happens to him." Blaine cringed at some memoires that flooded his mind, but he quickly pushed them away.

"And he just gets up, brushes the dirt away and keeps on going! And it makes me so mad!" Santana's voice began to rise.

Blaine sat froze afraid of what she may do or what she will say."

"Because I know, there's no way I'll be able to walk these halls with them knowing who and what I am. I can't stand proud. I wouldn't be able to pick myself up of the ground from being squashed like a bug. I'm afraid and its – it's not," tears clouded Santana's eyes. "It's not fair."

Santana stood up and began walking away. Blaine stared after her debating on if he should follow her in case she tried to something stupid, but he couldn't seem to move. Her words lingered in the air.

He's strong.

I'm jealous.

Not fair.

Blaine pulled his jacket tight around him. He was suddenly chilled to the bone. Shivering. Blaine could say he didn't know why it had this effect on him, but of course he knew. His mind filled with memories each one coming at full force. He squeezed his eyes close pressing his palms to his temples.

A headache.

He hasn't gotten one like this in a long time, but this is how they come. They always did this. The memories pressing on his brain. His head suddenly overcrowded with no space to breath. Blaine groaned and stood up he kicked the ground.

He needs to get home. He needs to go away.

Every step he took a shot of pain jolting through his brain. He felt dizzy and disoriented.

It took at least twenty minutes to walk from the football field in the back of the school to the halls of the school, usually a five minute trip. The halls lay empty and quiet but Blaine head was screaming through the silence.

He hoped Rachel was still here. He really didn't feel like walking home again like he did the last couple of days. The pounding in his head began to have momentum, pounding simultaneously to an annoying beat. Blaine prayed no one turned down this hall or would be in any hall the he happened to walk down. The sound of their footsteps would clearly aggravate his head more.

Blaine was about to stumble gracefully around the corner to leave the school through the front door when a sounded stopped him in his tracks. A muffled scream?

"Would you shut it!" a deep voice sneered. "Just because it's after school doesn't mean there aren't people here."

Blaine gripped the wall in support. The pounding in his head becoming distant as his ears reach around the corner to hear what was being said. But they were either talking to quiet or the low pounding in his head was blocking out any sound. A loud thud echoed throughout the empty halls followed by a soft whimper in pain. Blaine swallowed at the sound and slowly inched to the corner having only is head appear. He spotted Kurt crumpled to the ground and a large boy towering over him.

"I and the guys…"

"The guys and I," Kurt corrected.

"SHUT UP! I didn't ask for a grammar lesson," the boy yelled pushing Kurt back to the ground after he tried to get up. "Anyway, the guys and I have concluded on giving you a daily beating. Sound good?"

"Oh just peachy, I look forward to it," Kurt muttered sitting up on his knees hand on his head.

"Aren't you in such a position, I bet your head is just screaming to suck me off."

Kurt scoffed in disgust at his words. Blaine froze at the boy's words, anger over powering him. He stormed in to the hall.

"You'd seem to enjoy that, considering you brought it up. So what do you think you're doing picking on him, when you seem to be the same exact way?" Blaine asked hands clenched at his sides.

The boy turned and looked at Blaine puzzled, "I'm not a fag. Who the fuck are you?"

Blaine laughed, "The worse faggot in your worst nightmare. You better get the fuck out of here if you want to live, asshole."

The boy stared at him confused. Blaine's anger boiled inside him. He wanted to punch this guy so bad. But he knew if he did one hit that the boy would probably end up like the last guy.

"Wow, Hummel didn't know you had princess boyfriend," the boy commented with a laugh.

"He's not boyfriend asshole," Kurt sneered, now standing completely on his feet but bent over a little holding his side in pain.

"Right. Right. Sure. Enjoy your fuck buddy then. He'll leave you soon enough, after he realizes you're a waste of air." The boy said and began walking away. "Remember what I told you Hummel, see you tomorrow."

Kurt stared at Blaine watching him stand there, fist clenched and eyes closed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kurt demanded. Blaine stood frozen in place. Kurt watched him confused. Blaine relaxed his fist though they stayed in fist form. His eyes fluttered opened showing his bright honey eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" Kurt asked annoyed. Blaine cocky smile appeared on his face as he processed Kurt's question.

"Just trying to protect you, babe." Blaine spoke with a slight edge in voice.

Kurt scoffed in disgust; he seemed to being this a lot lately.

"I don't need you god damn protection. I'm perfectly fine by myself."

"Clearly, you were kicking his ass so nicely with your face planted in the school floor." Blaine retorted.

"I could have handled that myself!" Kurt voice was rising.

Blaine shook his head, "Sure looked like it." Kurt's hand slapped across Blaine's face.

"I don't need your fucking protection!" Kurt screamed in his face. They stood inches from each other. Blaine's face was stone, showing no emotion.

"Fine. You don't need help. Then don't go crying to anyone when you are laying on the floor, blood gushing from your body, dying." Blaine commented.

Kurt took a step back letting out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding in. He stared at Blaine blankly.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Kurt thought. He shook his head, turned to pick up his bag from the ground. Kurt tried to ignore Blaine presence but he could fell those honey eyes burning into his back.

"Why do you even care? All you want to do is get into my pants." Kurt snapped.

"Who said I care?" Blaine struggled with his words. Clearing his throat he added, "I just want my boy un-bruised and not dead. Although, stress relieving you will be so much fun."

Kurt rolled his eye, "I'm not your boy, dick head. No one owns me."

Kurt shoved Blaine out of the way and proceed down the hall to the front door.

"One day babe," Blaine said.

"Only in your dreams," Kurt shot back without turning around."

"Oh you're in my dreams, babe. You are such a screamer! The way you arch your back pressing against me, accenting every moan and scream. Wow, I'm getting turned on just thinking about it." Blaine fantasized.

Kurt froze, "Seriously, what is your problem?"

"Constant turn on from your body?" Blaine offered.

Kurt turned glaring at him.

"Do you have any respect?" he asked.

"I have respect for body to enjoy mine," Blaine smirked.

"Ugh, you're a pig. Fuck off." Kurt shot at him.

"I'd rather fuck you, sweetcakes," Blaine chuckled.

Kurt ignored the comment walking out the door of the school into the parking lot.

Kurt pulled into Rachel's driveway behind her car. He had cooled down a little from his encounter with Blaine. He was still mad but that was deep down he could easily cover that with e smile. Rachel's to conceited with herself that she won't notice.

He climbed out of his car, locked it and walked to the front door. Rachel threw the door open before Kurt even had the chance to raise his hand to the door.

"Where have you been?" Rachel exclaimed.

"School?"

"But you left before me?" she questioned.

"I ran into trouble . . . with my car. Can I come in?" Kurt spoke uncaring.

Rachel nodded moving so Kurt should enter. She watched him skeptically.

Kurt sighed taking off his jacked and sitting on the couch when he entered the living room.

"My fathers have been waiting, not telling me a single thing. Not even a clue!" Rachel complained sitting down next to him. Kurt just nodded pretending that he was listening. "You okay, Kurt?"

"Oh yeah, totally," Kurt returned.

"Ahh Kurt you're here. Good," one of her father's spoke as they both entered the room.

"Now we have some amazing things to discuss with you. Rachel, where is your brother?" Rachel froze and so did Kurt.

"Brother? Rachel you have a brother? Who is he?" Kurt asked anxiously. The front door slammed closed.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Rachel, you need to stop leaving me at school!" a voice yelled from the front door. Kurt looked over at Rachel eyes wide.