I love my sister. She is adorable. Okay, so she’s also incredibly neurotic and a huge pain, but adorable just the same. She has always looked out for me, and even though she usually insists it’s all about her, I know she does it just for me. Sometimes. Most of the time it usually is for her. She lectures me when I do stupid things, and most of those times I actually deserve it. She laughs with me, has cried with me, and is my favorite duet partner. I don’t know just quite what I’d do without her. Which is why, I suppose, I’m stuck. You see, I haven’t gone to school with her for quite some time. And now I am, and it’s, well, throwing all sorts of fun new kinks into our relationship.

And my favorite kink has a name.

It all started a few weeks ago. I, against most of my wishes, had transferred to McKinley, the school where my elder sister pretends she reigns supreme. She’s a dork, but apparently, no one’s told her that yet. We’re fraternal twins, and I was younger by four minutes. She still hasn’t let that go. I am her baby brother, and she would do just about anything to rub it in my face. I am transferring here in my junior year, while my sister, the ever-so wonderful Rachel Berry, was in her senior. I know, why would I be a year behind her in school while she was only four minutes older? Well, I had a terrible bicycle accident our freshman year in high school, and getting hit by that car really gave me a few months to sit back and think about things. I wasn’t run over or anything, but I broke my left leg in three places and it really messed up my back. So, while Rachel was getting her foot in the door at McKinley, I was in traction at St. Mary’s. I got out about four months later, but by that point, I had missed so much school that they had to hold me back a year. Our parents put me into Dalton, in hopes that the private school education would get me back up to speed with my sister, but it didn’t. So, for reasons passing understanding, they transferred me back with her. But I digress.

“So, baby brother, are you all ready for your first day at McKinley?” Rachel said to me with a patronizing tone.

“Of course,” I replied. As far as I was concerned, McKinley was just like Dalton, only I got to wear my bow ties. I love my bow ties. She linked her arm into mine, and we walked into the front doors of McKinley High. She paraded me around, her beautiful younger brother, until we reached her locker. Of course, her boyfriend Finn was standing there, beaming with pride, with a single pink tulip in his hand.

How sweet.

“Good morning, my love,” Rachel said to Finn, as he kissed her on the cheek. He turned to me as Rachel unlinked her arm and went to work on her lock.

“Morning, Blaine,” Finn said with a big smile. Finn came over to our house often enough that we had a sort of rapport. I trusted him enough as I could trust any seventeen year-old guy, but Rach seemed to trust him, and I trusted her, so there it is. I smiled back at him when the click of an undone lock burst through our gaze. Rachel opened her locker and Finn immediately turned to face it. He looked at her, kissed her on the lips, and then placed the tulip into her pencil cup that was attached by magnet to the inside of her locker. The cup was pink too, so it was a nice embellishment.

“Have a good first day, babe.”

Rach had already made it clear that she and Finn were not in the same homeroom class. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that she’d been complaining about it all morning. After a big smile from Rachel, Finn turned to me.

“You too, Blaine. Good luck,” he started. Then his gaze turned downward, and his tone more serious. “If you need anything,” he said, as he placed his hands on my shoulders, “you call me, okay?”

“Of course,” I replied. “Thank you.” Finn walked away from us and down the hall, no doubt to his homeroom.

“Okay, little brother,” Rachel said to me as Finn walked away, “are you ready for this?”

“Didn’t I already answer that question? Yes, I’m still as prepared as I was five minutes ago when we walked in the door,” I retorted.

“Good. Because I’m not in your homeroom class. I think Kurt and Tina are though,” she said, preparing to leave. “You’re in Mr. Shuester’s homeroom class, room 107,”

“Stalker,” I laughed.

“Merely concerned for my sweet baby brother,” she said. “I’ll see you at lunch. Your schedule is in the front pocket of your backpack, although I’m also fairly convinced that it’s also taped to the inside of your planner. Ciao!”

She was right. I’m a little predictable, I suppose.

I knew Tina by story, and I had met her once before. I’ve heard ridiculous amounts of stories about Mr. Shuester, but I’d never met the man. But then there was Kurt. I knew of Kurt by the stories Rachel tells, and they were all wonderful testaments to his character, but I’d only met him a handful of times. Usually when he, Rachel, and Mercedes would lock themselves up in Rach’s room. And every time it happened simply felt more wonderful than the last. He was taller than I am, but not by much. His hair lighter and obviously better tamed than mine. Big blue eyes. Really nice skin. Like, ridiculously nice skin. Shy smile. I’ve had this, well, kinda crush on him since the first time he hung around the house. I haven’t told Rachel, because she’d tell Kurt, and that’s obviously not happening. But right now, I’m contented to wait. He is in my homeroom, after all.