"Do you think they'll ever stop?" Blaine asked Isabel.

They were sitting in Isabel's room, on her bed, watching a movie. Well there was a movie on but they weren't paying attention because of the fight happening downstairs.

"Do you mean today or ever ever?"

"Today."

"Maybe. I don't know. This is why I hate summer. They always fight the worst during the summer because they've got nowhere to go."

"You'd think they'd realize that spending more then five days together gets them going but no such luck."

"I really wish we could move out, but we have no money."

"Yeah, if only a rich aunt or uncle could die and leave us all their money."

"Hey," Isabel said smacking Blaine's arm. "Do you think Aunt Bea'll let us stay with her until this dies down?"

"I don't know. We could ask her."

"Yeah, let's call her."

Blaine took out his phone and punched in a number. He put it on speakerphone. The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Aunt Bea? It's Blaine."

"Blaine! My favorite nephew! How are you? How's Isabel?"

"We're fine. Isabel's right here."

"Hi Aunt Bea," Isabel said.

'Isabel! How are you?"

"I'm good. Did Blaine tell you about his new boyfriend?"

"He most certainly did not. You finally have a boyfriend Blaine? I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks Aunt Bea," Blaine said.

This was the reason Aunt Beatrice was their favorite aunt. She was the only family member besides Isabel, that completely all accepted Blaine as he was. She never treated him any differently, in fact, she always liked the duo the best.

"But did Isabel tell you that she punched Ashley in the face?" Blaine said.

"Oh congratulations girl! You finally stood up to her."

"Oh you bet," Isabel said.

"Um listen Aunt Bea. We kinda wanted to ask a favor from you."

"What is it Blaine?"

"Our mom and dad are fighting and we were wondering if we could stay with you until it dies down over here."

"Of course. You two are always welcome to stay. When do you want to come?"

"Today?" Isabel asked.

They heard a laugh on the other end. "Okay I guess you could come today."

"Thanks Aunt Bea. You're our favorite aunt," Blaine said.

"I know. I guess I'll see you in a hour or so."

"Yep. You betcha," Isabel said.

"Bye Aunt Bea."

"Bye Blaine and Isabel."

They hung up the phone.

"I guess we'd better start packing then?" Isabel said.

Blaine nodded.

…

An hour and a half later, Blaine and Isabel drove up to their Aunt Bea's house in separate cars. They parked and pulled out their suitcases. They walked to the door and rang the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal a large heavy set woman with short black hair and a friendly face. She saw Isabel and Blaine and smiled widely.

"Isabel! Blaine! Come on inside," she said standing aside to let them through.

They walked inside and into a living room with two big beige cloth coaches. There was a wooden table in front of the couches and a TV was mounted on the wall.

"All right why don't you two go upstairs and unpack while I make you something to eat?" Aunt Bea said.

"Okay. What are you making?" Blaine asked.

"It's a surprise. Now go upstairs and unpack." Aunt Bea said.

…

Twenty minutes later, Isabel was in Aunt Bea's kitchen, sitting on the counter, kicking her legs. She looked like a little child. Aunt Bea was mixing something in a large pan.

"So what can you tell me about your brother's new boyfriend?" Aunt Bea asked Isabel.

"Well his name's Kurt. He transferred to Dalton in the middle of the year because of a bully?"

"Ah so it was love at first sight then?"

Isabel shook her head. "No. He talked about him for months before he finally made a move."

Aunt Bea laughed. "He took it slow? That doesn't sound like Blaine."

"Well they were just friends at first."

"Ah, I see."

"Yeah, you know, so oblivious to his feelings sometimes."

"Except when he's throwing himself at unattainable guys. He's lucky to have you helping him."

"He'd be so lost without me."

Aunt Bea laughed. She put some salt in the pan and turned down the heat. She then turned to Isabel. "So what about you? Is there anyone special?"

Isabel smiled coyly, "Yeah I've a got a boyfriend."

"I must know everything about him. What's his name?"

"His name's Jeff. He's really nice and sweet. He's great."

"Where does he go to school?"

"Dalton. He's a Warbler like Blaine."

"Ah I see. Where'd you meet?"

"Well I met him at Regionals. But we got together at my birthday party."

"Ah and how does Blaine feel about this?"

"I don't really care what Blaine thinks. I can date whoever I want."

"No you can't."

They turned to the entrance of the kitchen. Blaine had come down. Isabel put her hands on her hips.

"So you're saying you can control my dating life?"

"Basically if I don't like the person you're dating, you shouldn't be dating them."

"And vice versa right?"

Blaine smiled. "Of course."

Aunt Bea smiled. "Look at you two being all brotherly and sisterly. I wish you two had always been this close," Aunt Bea said.

"Well we are now. Isn't that what counts?" Isabel asked.

Aunt Bea just smiled.

"Is the food ready yet?" Blaine asked.

"How typical of you Blaine. You're always hungry," Aunt Bea said.

"No I'm not!" Blaine said.

"Yes you are," Isabel answered.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Kids, I totally forgot. I was cleaning out my storage closet and I found something," Aunt Bea interrupted.

"Harry Potter?" Isabel asked sarcastically.

"No. I found an old video of you two. I was thinking we could watch it while we eat."

"Do we have to?" Isabel asked.

"Yes, you have to. It's one of my favorite videos," Aunt Bea said.

"I guess we have to then," Blaine said.

…

Ten minutes later, Isabel and Blaine were sitting on the couch with hot bowls of soup. Aunt Bea was in front of the TV, putting in a DVD. She turned on the TV and went back to the couch, picked up the remote and pressed play. Then she set it down and picked up her bowl. The DVD started to play. The screen showed a dark stage. A man walked on the stage with a microphone in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present Blaine and Isabel Anderson," the man said.

A younger Blaine and Isabel walked onto the stage. Blaine was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt. His hair was ungelled. Isabel was wearing a white and black dress that had a slit from her mid-thigh to her knees. It was rumpled at the waist. Her hair was in a bob cut.

"Oh god," the Isabel on the couch said.

Aunt Bea smiled, "This is my favorite performances."

In the video, the music started playing and Isabel started to dance ballet style. Blaine was making sure that Isabel didn't fall by either holding her waist or her hand. He started singing.

Here we are, seven days
And seven nights of empty tries
It's ritual, habitual
But it's never gonna work this time

We're to the point of no return
And along the way the only thing we've learned
Is how to hurt each other

I'm looking back and wondering why
It took so long to realize
That nothing's changed, it never will
All these years of standing still
And still we stay in all this pain
And nothing's gonna make it go away

I don't wanna wait another minute
Put me out of my misery

Blaine was already out of breath by this time but he didn't stop.

I can read your mind baby you're not in it
And we're not what we used to be
No you wouldn't have to lie to me
If you would only let me go
And I don't wanna wait another minute to hear
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know

We can not hide what we've become
So sick and tired of being numb
It's done, it's done
It's done

I don't wanna wait another minute
Put me out of my misery
I can read your mind baby you're not in it
And we're not what we used to be
No, you wouldn't have to lie to me
If you would only let me go
And I don't wanna wait another minute to hear
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know
I know, 'cause I know

"I can't believe that you still have that video," Isabel said when it was done.

"It's my favorite performance of you two," Aunt Bea said. "I wish you still did them."

"There was a reason we stopped doing those performances," Blaine said.

"I know. You stayed with me for a week after that, remember?"

"Of course we do," Blaine said.

Isabel laid her head on Aunt Bea's shoulder, "Aunt Bea?"

"Yes Isabel?"

"Can we live with you?"

Blaine looked at Isabel. He had been wondering the same thing. The only problem was that Aunt Bea lived close their old school.

"There was a reason you moved from here Isabel."

Isabel sighed. "I know. I just don't want to go back to home."

"Why don't you two just move out?"

"No money."

Isabel had actually thought about moving out but Blaine and Isabel had no money to their name. Isabel's job wasn't enough to pay the bills and such.

"Ah, I see. What if I gave you two money? Then you could move out."

Isabel sat up. "Really? You'd do that?"

Aunt Bea smiled at them. "Of course I would. You two are my favorite and I know you don't like being at home."

Blaine looked at Aunt Bea. "How much money are we talking about?"

"As much as you need."

"Oh," was all Blaine said.

Isabel looked at Blaine. She could tell he was thinking about something. He had his thinking face on.

"Blaine?" she asked.

"What?" he said, snapping out of his thoughts.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

Isabel could tell he wasn't telling the truth but she knew not to press him. He probably didn't want to say it in front of Aunt Bea. She would just have to ask him later.

…

It was later that night and Isabel was waiting for Blaine to finish his conversation with Kurt. She had already spoken to Jeff, Leslie, and Beth. Blaine finally opened the door to his room. He didn't seem that surprise to see her.

"Isabel, what's up?"

"What were you thinking about before?"

"Ah," he shuffled his feet. "I was thinking about transferring to McKinley. We both know that Aunt Bea's rich but not that rich. Not to mention the fact that dad won't pay for anything if we ever move out. He told us that."

Isabel looked at Blaine. "You also want to be with Kurt don't you?"

Blaine smiled. Isabel could always see through him. "Well now that you mention it."

Isabel smacked Blaine on the arm. "Did you tell Kurt of your plan?"

"I wanted to make sure you were cool with it."

"Hey, of course I'd be cool with it. We get to walk down the hallways again."

"And this time, we'll rule the school."

"Yes!"

They both started laughing. They knew that they'd never be able to rule the school because they weren't that type of person.

"So tomorrow, we'll look for apartments and get your transfer papers. Okay?"

Blaine smiled. "Has anyone told you you're the best sister in the world?"

"Not in the last five minutes."

Blaine laughed. "Let's go tell Aunt Bea of our awesome plan."