Blaine made his way to the living room where everyone was sitting. Well Rachel and Kurt were sitting. The parents were standing patiently waiting for Blaine's entrance. Blaine looked around at all the faces in the room, his mouth slightly gasping as he saw Kurt. His golden eyes lingered on Kurt for he was gawking at Blaine with a face full of confusion.

"What the fuck is going on?" Blaine asked confused why all of these people happened to be in the same room. He dropped his bag to the ground throwing his hands up in the air. "If this is an intervention, then I'm turning my ass around and leaving. Don't expect me to come back either." Rachel scoffed at him rolling her eyes.

"No, Blaine this is not an intervention," Jeffery settled.

"Might as well make it one," Rachel muttered crossing her arms and looked out the window as if something suddenly interesting was happening out there.

"Rachel," Nathan said sternly. He didn't need an unnecessary fight to break out right now. "Blaine, please, just, sit down. We need to talk about something to all of you. Just please don't . . ." Nathan didn't finish his sentence however his eyes did.

Blaine eyed the room skeptically again, before he went and sat down on the piano bench. His eyes then fell back to Kurt and no matter how much he didn't want to look at the boy, his eyes didn't move away from the boy's face. Kurt sat with perfect posture, his hand fiddling around in his lap. His head was turned down eyes glued to his hands. Blaine began to wonder what he was thinking, what ran through his hazelnut hair covered head, but quickly pushed it aside as his father began to talk.

"We are going on a trip," Jeffery broke the silence. Kurt's head shot up, his porcelain face more confused looking then before. Blaine didn't seem too interested in what his father was saying thought, he eyes and mind were on Kurt.

"What?" Rachel gasped excitedly.

"A trip," Nathan repeated.

"To where?" Rachel bounced in her seat.

"Connecticut."

Rachel's face dropped, "Connecticut? Who? What? But….why?"

"Well we have some relatives up there that we haven't seen in a while and we decided to take a trip up there." Jeffery stated. The room was silent for a few seconds before Kurt decided to speak up.

"No disrespect, Mr. Berry's, but if this is a family thing, then why am I here? And also, I don't know what my father will…"

"We've talked to your father about this already and he is perfectly okay about it," Nathan interrupted. "And we'd love to have you come along. You are like family to us. Besides we plan to spend half the trip taking a train from New Haven to New York." Rachel squealed.

"New York!" she was flabbergasted. "Oh my god Kurt!"

"Oh wow, Mr. Berry's I can't accept that!" Kurt commented. Rachel turned to look at him incredulously.

"Nope, too late, you're coming Kurt," Jeffery smiled at him giving a slight chuckle.

"I don't. . . I don't know what to say…" Kurt tripped over is words. "When? When are. . We . . . going?"

"February vacation. Next week." Jeffery clarified.

"Fantastic! I get the whole house to myself on vacation," Blaine cheered to himself.

"No Blaine," Nathan sighed tiredly. "You are coming on this trip, too" Blaine's face fell into a grimly glare and Rachel let out a high pitched 'What?' Jeffery turned to glare at her. "Yes Rachel, Blaine is coming along for the trip as well."

"And Blaine is going to be on his best behavior while we are in Connecticut and won't cause us any trouble, right?" Jeffery alluded.

Blaine folded his arms over his chest, "I'm wounded that you would think such a thing. Think so low of me."

"Blaine . . ." Jeffery said sternly.

"I'm not going. There is no way I'm going, this is bullshit. I don't want to prance around New York like I belong there. And I definitely don't want to go to no Connecticut. Besides I heard that there motto is 'We Suck Connecticut'" Blaine argued. "Wait, if they do that . . . oh count me in! I could go for a nice. . ."

"Blaine!" Jeffery yelled. Rachel grimaced and Kurt's eyes were wide in horror.

"Rachel, Kurt, you are dismissed from this family meeting. Rachel take Kurt up to your room, we need to have a little conversation with Blaine," Nathan sighed his hand on his temple and eyes shut slightly. Rachel nodded, stood and grabbed Kurt's hand pulling him out of the room.

Kurt was trying to listen to Mr. Berry's and Blaine's conversation but all he heard before Rachel slammed her door closed was: "Blaine, sit your ass down!" by Jeffery and then followed with "Ooo feisty, Jeff you should take that to the bedroom and give Nate some loving, you guys look stressed."

Rachel flung herself on to the bed so that she was on her knees bouncing excitedly with a huge grin on her face.

"I can't believe this Kurt!" she squealed. Kurt shook his head sitting down at Rachel's desk. A mirror stood in place and he stared into it, at his reflection intensely. He couldn't believe it either. Any of it. He couldn't believe he was going to New York. He couldn't believe his father was going to let him. He couldn't believe his dad knew about this and didn't tell him. He couldn't believe Rachel and Blaine were related. And he couldn't believe that Rachel didn't tell him! They've been friends for a while and they tell each other things all the time. And there is no possible way that you just leave out information that you have a brother!

"Ahhh its New York! Oh my god!" Rachel was way too excited about this. "We have to see a play! On Broadway! And go to the shopping and see everything!" Kurt mentally agreed with what they should do. Rachel stopped bouncing and her face fell as she looked at Kurt through the mirror. "What's wrong, Kurt?" Kurt looked up at her in the mirror. Is she stupid?

"You have a brother, Rachel!" Kurt stood up to face her. "A brother!" Rachel opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it, not sure what to say. "And not just any Brother…" Kurt continued. "Blaine is your brother, Rachel. Blaine! He tried to rape me. Twice!"

"No he didn't try and rape you, just cop a feel." Rachel said quietly.

"Does it matter? He sexually harassed me!" Kurt yelled at Rachel's stupidity. "And today he defended me, almost beat up Karofsky, and scares him off and then thinks that I'll get with him!"

"Karofsky is bothering you again?" Rachel asked trying to change the subject.

"Does it matter, Rachel?" Kurt exclaimed. "Care to share how the fuck Blaine is your brother? Was it blood related or just by adoption?"

"He's my twin," Rachel answered almost not audible.

"You're what?" Kurt asked face like stone.

"My twin," Rachel's eye were cast downward. Kurt starred at her in disbelief, 'what' he mouthed.

"Your twin?" he asked. Rachel nodded slowly. "How could you keep something like that from me? Your best friend, Rachel. Friends tell each other everything and you kept that tiny piece of information," Kurt threw his hands up in air. "And that day in the hall, you acted like you didn't even know him! Why?" Rachel remained silent causing Kurt to sigh defeated. He sat down on the bed. "Rachel, look, I'm not mad… Okay, I am a little, but it's just… why didn't you tell me you had a brother?"

"He's not someone I like to show off," Rachel commented. Kurt looked at her seriously. Of course he had an idea of why, but he needed to know her reasoning. "He's rude and arrogant. And, and, do you think that I would want to show off a brother that is nothing like me? Someone who's been kicked out of so many schools or somebody who's beaten up so many people for who knows what. Just because he's my brother doesn't mean that I wish to tell everyone. The only reason that this is happening right now because he was kicked out of Dalton and sent to McKinley! I love him, I really do but he just. . . I don't know!" Rachel's face was scrunched up in thought and Kurt suddenly found interest in a loose string on Rachel's bed spread.

"He never used to be this way," Rachel whispered. "He was something amazing once." Kurt could hear the tears in her voice now.

"He used to be this perfect little brother. We used to do everything together: play, sing, dance, cook, and bake... everything. He used to do my hair before school and used to go shopping together. He even used to wear a bowtie every day!" Kurt could hardly believe what she was saying. This boy, that tried to get with me, used to wear bowties? Is that even possible? The boy who wears worn jeans and this jacket thing, used to wear bowties?

Rachel let out a sob, breaking Kurt from his train of thought. Kurt looked at her watching the tears fall from her face. He crawled over to her on the bed and pulled her into a comforting hug. She snuggled up into his chest crying in his shirt. Kurt pushed away the thought that her tears would ruin his shirt. He is kind of the reason that she is crying, it's only fair. He didn't know what to say. What do you say?

"Then one day everything changed. I came home one day in middle school, thinking that he probably went home sick because he wasn't feeling to well when we let that morning. I walked into the kitchen and he was sitting at the table with a black eye and a swollen cut lip. He didn't talk to me. He wouldn't." Rachel muttered. "My parents told me later that night that he got into a fight and was expelled from school. We've never been separated before so I asked to switch school with him. And they told me I couldn't; that they thought this was a good idea to be apart. I never forgave them for that and he was never the same after that. I don't know what happened that day. He never told me. I try and help him in any way possible, but he doesn't . . . he just. . . What did I do wrong Kurt? What did I do wrong?" Rachel cried heavily now. Kurt ran a hand on her back trying to calm her down.

"Nothing Rachel, you didn't do anything wrong. That is all him," was the only thing Kurt could figure out to say.

Rachel didn't cry for much longer after that, she actually just fell asleep. Kurt put her to bed and when he ventured downstairs to leave the house he found Jeffery and Nathan whispering at the kitchen table. Kurt bid them a farewell and a thank you and went home.

His father sat snuggled up next to Carole when Kurt got home. They were watching some movie, but Kurt didn't care to see which one. He sat down in his father chair bringing his knees up to his chest and kept his eye strained on his father. It was a good five minutes later before his father picked up the remote and paused the TV.

"Okay, looks like Kurt would like to speak with us," Burt whispered to Carole.

"Good evening, Kurt," Carole smiled happily to see him.

"Hello Carole," Kurt responded with the same smile.

"What's on your mind?" Burt asked.

"A trip? Really, dad? I can't afford to do this. And the Berry's said that you took care of everything already. We don't have money to do this. Honestly…"

"Kurt, don't worry about it," Burt interrupted. "It's New York and I know you've always wanted to go there. So why not go with Rachel, you friend. It will double the experience."

"But dad, the money…" Kurt started to argue.

"No. No. everything is already paid for. You deserve it Kurt. You work hard. You need a vacation."

"So do you…"

"Yeah and I'll get mine later," Burt sighed. "Listen Kurt, I know you want to go there for college, so I want you to view it. Experience it. I want you to make sure that that's where you want to go. That it's right for you." Kurt remained silent trying to think of something to say in return.

"Sweetheart, your father has always done what's best for you, right?" Carole asked. Kurt wanted to laugh, of course he has!Kurt just nodded in response, staring at the carpet. "Well that's what he trying to do here. He wants you to make sure that that is what you want so he can make sure that that is what is best for you. Understand?" Carole always makes sense.

"Yes," Kurt agreed nodding again.

"Go start packing, Kiddo. And don't over pack. You don't need three bags. Every extra bag is more money, remember?" Burt commented. Kurt let out a fake laugh. He stood up, kissed his dad and Carole's on the cheek and began heading out of the room.

"Hey Kurt?" his father spoke.

"Yeah, dad?" Kurt turned back to face him.

"Erase that guilt from your mind. You have nothing to feel guilty about." Kurt gave him a small smile before bolting up the stairs to his room, outfit ideas already running though his head.

The next day at school Santana joined Kurt at his locker after the second to last period of the day. She fell against the lockers next to Kurt's with a dramatic sigh.

"Good afternoon, Satan," Kurt said nonchalantly as he emptied his bag of the unnecessary things that he didn't need for glee.

"Teen gay," Santana said with a flick of the wrist and being filing her nails.

"For what do I owe this pleasure of being in this hallway with you," Kurt commented emotionless. He still wasn't sure of what Santana's deal was with Blaine. He wanted to know. He wanted to tell her what Blaine has tried to do. But he really didn't need Santana going all Lima heights on his ass. Nor did Kurt feel like bring up the subject.

"Didn't feel like heading to glee just yet. Saw you in the hall and figured you want someone to walk with," Santana answered with a shrug.

"If you keep filing your nails you will have nothing left," Kurt pulled the filer from her hands and threw it into his locker.

"Whoa," Santana threw her hands up in defense. "What crawled up your bed and died? Oh wait! Nothing!" Kurt rolled his eyes at her and continued to empty his bag and organizing the books as he went.

"Hey," Santana's voice was calm now. She placed a hand on his arm to get his attentions. Kurt stopped what he was doing and glanced at her slightly. "Are you okay? People aren't picking on you anymore, right? I practically kicked all their asses. They shouldn't touch you anymore." A smirk grew on her face as she thought of her accomplishment. Kurt hesitated as he thought of the threats he got yesterday and how he had to run from those stupid Neanderthals this morning. Then is mind when to…

"LOPEZ!" Kurt cringed at that voice. He turned his head a little more to look past Santana. Blaine. He stood at the end of the hall with his eyes on Kurt. Kurt grimaced and turned back to his locker.

"What Anderson?" Santana yelled annoyed to have her conversation interrupted. Anderson? He's lying just like his sister? Kurt looked back over to Blaine, watching him as he pointed at Santana then to himself, then patted his pocked and finished with pretending to smoke a cigarette. Santana smirked and raised a finger in the air. Blaine nodded and turned the corner to leave. Kurt walked as he left, confused, once again, about this boy. Santana turned her attention back to Kurt.

"Berry's brother is a god!" she practically moaned. You mean pervert?

"Wait, how do you know that Rachel has a brother?" Kurt asked curious.

"She mentioned it in glee yesterday. No actually, Mr. Schue mentioned it." Santana told him.

"What? When? Where was I?"

"I don't know, with a teacher?" Kurt was confused, everyone in glee knew before him? Well that's unfair. "Did Berry not tell you?" Santana seemed curious.

"I found out last night. When he walked through her front door," Kurt muttered still slightly annoyed at the thought.

"Ooo, what a bitch!" Santana commented with a laugh. Kurt didn't have a response. He closed his locker and turned.

"Glee?" he spoke and began to walk. Santana followed at his side. "What's up with you and Blaine? And why do you call him Anderson, he's a Berry?" Kurt asked making sure it sounded like he didn't care. Because, well, he didn't, right?

"No, he doesn't go by Berry. Anderson apparently is his real name. He provides me with smokes. He's the one from detention, remember? I told you like three days again. Why do you think he's cute?" Santana nudged him. "I think he's totally fuckable."

"Eww, Santana, hell no. That's… That's… no." Kurt wanted to slap some sense into her.

"Come on, Kurt! You can't die a virgin, that'd be terrible! What if you died tomorrow, un-experiencing things in the world? How tragic…" Santana complained. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Santana… Just no… he's… ugh. I can't stand how he walks around here like he owns the place!" Kurt shook his head in annoyance.

"What are you talking about?" Santana asked confused.

"Never mind," Kurt muttered walking into the choir room. He stopped when he noticed that Santana wasn't following. Kurt looked back at her. "Aren't you coming?"

"Nope," she remarked. "Going to get a smoke. Shh, don't tell Berry." Kurt looked at her disgusted. Not because she was going for a smoke, but for the fact that she was going to 'hang' with Blaine. Kurt turned on the heel of his foot and went to sit next to Tina.

"Alright class!" Mr. Schue clapped his hands when he walked into the class as the bell rang. "I know you guys aren't thrilled about country music so I have a few songs that might change…"

"Actually Mr. Schue, I have a song." Puck spoke up from the back of the room. He stood making his way to the center of the choir room.

"Alright Puck, go ahead," Mr. Schue granted permission.

"I heard this song the other day," Puck told the class.

"I work down at the Pizza Pit
And I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad
I'm 5 foot 3 and overweight
I'm a sci-fi fanatic
A mild asthmatic
And I've never been to second base
But there's whole 'nother me
That you need to see
Go checkout MySpace."

The classed began to clap to the beat. A few of the danced in their seats.

"'Cause online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black-belt in karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell them I don't want nothing serious
'Cause even on a slow day
I could have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
So much cooler online

When I get home I kiss my mom
And she fixes me a snack
And I head down to my basement bedroom
And fire up my mac
In real life the only time I've ever even been to L.A
Is when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade

Online I live in Malibu
I pose for Calvin Klein, I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I've got a set of six pack abs that would blow your mind
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell them I don't want nothing serious
'Cause even on a slow day
I could have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah, I'm cooler online

When you got my kind of stats
It's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight
Every time I login

Online
I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good
Even on a slow day
I could have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah, I'm cooler online
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah, I'm cooler online

Yeah, I'm cooler online

Yeah, I'll see ya online.."

The glee club clapped and laughed as the song ended. Everyone was in such a better mood now.

"That's fantastic Puck," Mr. Schue said giving him a pat on the back. "Now the song has a great lesson to go with it." The class groaned. "People online may not always seem to be who they are…" Mr. Schue began.

"Oh, Mr. Schue stop your yapping," Santana said prancing into the room. Kurt watched her confused, what she supposed to be with Blaine.

"Santana, nice of you to join us. Where have you been?" Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow and Santana gave a laugh rolling her eyes.

"Does it matter?" she turned to the band not waiting for a response. "Hit it."

"Well I'm an eight ball shooting double-fisted drinking son of a gun
I wear my jeans a little tight
Just to watch the little boys come undone
I'm here for the beer and the ball busting band
Gonna get a little crazy just because I can"

This song got everyone on their feet dancing along.

"You know I'm here for the party
And I ain't leaving till they throw me out
Gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know I'm here, I'm here for the party

I may not be a ten but the boys say I clean up good
And if I give 'em half a chance
For some rowdy romance you know they would
I've been waiting all week just to have a good time
So bring on them cowboys and their pick-up lines

You know I'm here for the party
And I ain't leaving till they throw me out
Gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know I'm here, I'm here for the party

Don't want no purple hooter shooter just some jack on the rocks
Don't mind me if I start that trashy talk

You know I'm here for the party
And I ain't leaving till they throw me out
Gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know I'm here, I'm here for the party

You know I'm here for the party
And I ain't leaving till they throw me out
Gonna have a little fun gonna get me some
You know I'm here, I'm here for the party…"

When Santana hit the last note the glee club erupted into applause and giggles and lucky for them the bell rang before Mr. Schue could start his life lessons again.

Kurt bolted from the room. Rachel every step behind him.

"Kurt, I was thinking while we're in New York, that we must do everything. As much as we can!" she explained.

"Rach, you said that last night." Kurt gave a little laugh. "Like what?"

"I don't know, just a whole of everything… go to Little Italy. Shop around. Do things in time square, central park! Embrace the New York culture!" Rachel threw her hands in the air.

"Okay, Okay, calm it down." Kurt laughed grabbing her hands and pulling them down to her sides. "We can do that." Rachel smiled a knowing smile.

"Good, now can you wait for me while I head to the ladies room?" She handed Kurt her bag and slid into the bathroom before he could respond. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a coat rack," he muttered. He leaned against the wall watching the idiots of the school walk by all in their own little world. Doing their own thing oblivious to everything else like they always are.

"Hey baby," Blaine's face appeared in Kurt's vision. Kurt gave a heavy sigh. Does he like live in the hall just to stalk me? "That's a nice purse you have there. You really are not afraid to show you colors here." Blaine said flicking the strap.

"It's Rachel's, she went to the bathroom," Kurt snapped. Blaine grimaced at his sister's name. He opened his mouth to speak but Kurt cut him off. "You're blocking my view." Kurt said emotionless. Blaine raised an eyebrow, and looked behind him slightly.

"You'd rather stare into the hallway filled of the school idiots," Blaine started, Kurt sighed waiting for him to finish the sentence. "When you could be gratefully staring at my glorious face?" Blaine pretended to be hurt. Kurt let out an annoyed laugh rolling his eyes once again.

"When are you ever going to realize that I will never want you?" Kurt said frustrated. "I'll never want you! I'll never want to be with you! I'll never love you or like you! I'll never let you touch me! You. Will. Never. Have. Me." A smirk grew on Blaine's face which only made Kurt more livid. "What Blaine! What!" Blaine began laughing.

"You think…" Blaine couldn't control his laughter. "You think that I want to be your boyfriend. That's… That's…." Blaine breathed in. "That will never happen. I don't do boyfriends." Kurt stood straighter now listening intently.

"Babe," Blaine raised a hand to brush the side of Kurt's face. Kurt gave him a dirty look, moving from his touch. "I'm just looking for a quick fuck. And you baby, you are my next flavor of ice cream." Kurt slapped away his hand again.

"Never," Kurt spat. "That. Will. Never. Happen. There will never be anything between us. Especially that!" Blaine shook his head again.

"Oh baby, just you wait. By the end of our time in Connecticut, you will have been in my bed. And you will be on your hands and knees begging me to fuck you again. Because I will have you screaming my name all night long." Blaine smirked, his eyes swarming with lust. Kurt scoffed in disgust.

"You set your hopes too high, Blaine. I am way out of your league." Blaine ignored his comment and let his eyes wonder down Kurt's body.

"I can't wait to feel your body against me. It's so…so..." Blaine whistled. He placed a finger at Kurt's shirt collar and slowly dragged it down his chest. "I bet you're really tight. Virgin. Yes. But no need to worry, I can fix that." Blaine winked.

"Sexual harassment, douchebag," Kurt sneered, slapping his hand away, again, before it reached his belly button.

"You walking around is sexual harassment, haven't we gone over this before?" Blaine questioned.

"You are…"

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" Rachel interrupted Kurt. Probably for the better.

"Didn't feel like walking home… again… Rach," Blaine's jaw locked in place.

"Oh, okay, let's go then." Rachel turned to Kurt giving him a nervous look. She grabbed her bag from Kurt's grasp. "See you later, Kurt." She placed a kiss on his cheek and began walking away. "Let's go Blaine. I will leave you here again."

"Coming sister dear!" Blaine mocked. "Bye babe. See you in my bed." Blaine gave Kurt a winked and turned to leave.

"You wish."

"Why wish when I know it's true?"