Kurt came into Blaine’s room to see if he had an extra tie. Instead, he saw Blaine frantically packing a duffel bag. He was throwing things in, not bothering you fold them. He threw in a gray T-shirt and then looked up to see Kurt. Blaine looked a bit flustered, his tie was loose and his usually gelled hair, a mess. His jacket was on the floor, which was littered with clothes.
“Oh hey Kurt. What’s up?” he asked Kurt.
“I was wondering if you had an extra tie. I can’t find mine,” Kurt answered.
“Oh, uh, yeah, here.”
He grabbed one from a drawer. It was slightly wrinkled but Kurt took it anyways.
“Running away?” Kurt asked, indicating the bag.
Blaine chuckled and shook his head. “No I’ve been demanded to come home. My sister wants ‘bonding time’”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not.”
“So why are you so flustered?”
“I…uh… don’t really like to go home. My sister’s forcing me, so yeah. I have to make sure I don’t pack the wrong things.”
“The wrong things?”
“Yeah, like, uh, designer brands or tight clothes. My dad’ll probably blow a gasket, if he’s home and I have that stuff with me. I can’t even bring my gel. That’s why my hair looks like this,” he said, pointing to his ungelled hair.
“You’re scared of your dad?”
“No. He’ll just say something about me being gay and uh, being bullied and-“
“If only he hadn’t been so damn obvious about it, he wouldn’t have had to switch schools,” a female voice interrupted from behind them.
Kurt turned around and saw the girl from the piano room. Now that she was closer, he could see her better. She had long black hair that was tied in a ponytail. Her eyes mirrored Blaine’s, they were the same wide, brown eyes. She looked exactly like Blaine, except female. She had the same broad-chested, smallish waist build and small frame as Blaine. She was wearing dark wash skinny jeans stuffed into black felt, heal-less boots. On top of the jeans, she has a loose pale green shirt, coupled with a knee-length beige jacket. When Kurt looked at her, she broke into a smile.
“Hi, I’m Isabel, Blaine’s twin sister,” she said as she stuck out her hand.
“Um, hi. I’m Kurt.” He shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you.” She let go of his hand.
“You ready Blaine?” she asked, looking over Kurt’s shoulder at Blaine.
“No, it’s too hard,” he answered.
She stepped past Kurt and looked in the duffel bag. “This is a sad bag. There’s no color.”
“Well I can’t exactly bring any color, you know how dad’ll get if I bring anything even remotely fashionable,” he said, holding a gray shirt.
“I don’t know why you’re worried-”
“ I hate it when he complains,” Blaine cut her off, still holding the shirt.
“Since he’s in Australia for the next two weeks,” she completed her sentence.
Blaine looked up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“I did. I said ‘Dad won’t be here. He’s in Australia’ like 10 times. You obviously weren’t listening.”
Blaine threw the shirt down,” So I’ve been freaking out over nothing?”
“Yep.”
He sighed and emptied the bag. He then started repacking with other clothes. Isabel just smiled and turned to Kurt, who had just been staring at this whole exchange.
“So you’re Kurt. I’ve heard a lot about you from Blaine,” Isabel said to Kurt.
“Really?” Kurt asked, wonder what Blaine said about him.
“Yeah, well…”
“She forced me too,” Blaine said.
“You always say that,” she said, turning to Blaine.
“Cause you always do.”
“No, I do not.”
“Yes, you do.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt said, interrupting their argument.
Isabel turned back around and shrugged. “What can I say? I have to know the things happening in Blaine’s life.”
“My friend Mercedes is the same way.”
Isabel laughed. “Blaine said you use to be in the McKinley glee club?”
“Yeah.”
“How was that?”
It was Kurt’s turn to shrug. “Okay, I guess. We were considered to be losers. We got slushied almost everyday.”
“Slushied?” Isabel asked confused.
“McKinley had a slushie machine. The jocks would throw a large cup of slushie into our faces everyday. We’d have to bring a change of clothes.”
Isabel pressed her lips together. “Hmm, that’s a shame. What a waste of a slushie.”
Kurt laughed, “It sure is.”
Blaine zipped up his bag. Isabel turned to Blaine.
“You finally ready?” she asked him.
“Yeah, though I don’t understand why you won’t let my drive myself.”
“Cause we’re bonding this weekend, okay?”
“Fine, whatever,” Blaine said, shouldering his bag. “Let’s go.”
Isabel nodded and then turned to Kurt.
“It was really nice to meet you. We totally need to hang one day,” she said.
“Oh, definitely.”
“Bye, Kurt,” Blaine said. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Okay, bye.”
With that, they left Blaine’s room.
…
On the car ride home, Isabel began grilling Blaine.
“You didn’t tell me Kurt was so cute!” she exclaimed.
“I didn’t think it was important.”
“I like to know what your crushes look like. When are you going to ask him out?” she asked teasingly, keeping her eyes on the road.
“I do not have a crush on him. He’s just a friend!” Blaine said defensively, turning red. He didn’t look at her, staring at the road instead.
“Oh, you’re blushing! That’s so cute!”
“I’m not blushing okay? Kurt is just a friend.”
“You like Kurt! You like him!”
“I do not! He’s just a friend!”
“You’ve already mentioned that twice before.”
“Because you won’t listen.”
“I am and I don’t believe it. I know you too well.”
“Just stop it, okay?”
Isabel shook her head. “Nope. Ask him out.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to ask him out.”

“Oh I know you want.”
“I do not.”
“Oh come on, it’s obvious. I mean, you guys go get coffee together, every time I text you, you’re with him. You’re always writing on his Facebook wall, you guys even borrow each other’s clothes. You’re practically dating.”
“We are not.”
“Oh my god, yes you are. Wes and David agree with me.”
“You talked to Wes and David about Kurt and me?”
“They called me first. They wanted to know what’s going on between you two.”
“Nothing’s happening.”
“I don’t know. Wes and David seem to think something’s happening.”
“Can we just drop the subject?”
“Why?”
“Cause I -” he stopped.
Isabel took her eyes off the road for two seconds to look at him. He was staring at the road with a thoughtful look on his face. She turned back to the road.
“What is it?” she asked him.
“I-I don’t know how I feel right now,” Blaine said truthfully.
“Ah, okay,” she paused. “You know I had an ulterior motive for this weekend.”
“What?” he asked, relieved of the change of subject.
“I broke up with Jeff.”
“What, why?”
“What do you think?”
“Ashley?”
“Yep, I caught him with her.”
“Why does she always steal your boyfriends?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s cause she’s a slut.”
“Maybe. I’m sorry,” he said placing a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, I guess. I just wanted a distraction and to get away from Easton for a few days.”
“Ah, okay. Well, we’ll definitely have a fun-filled weekend.”
“I can’t wait.”
Blaine grabbed Isabel’s CD collection and went through it.
“Well you can’t go wrong with this,” he said as he slid a CD in and played it. He skipped through the tracks until he got to the one he wanted.
Therapy by All Time Low started to play.
My ship went down in a sea of sound
When I woke up alone, I had everything
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade
Isabel flashed a smile and began to sing along.
In a city of fools, I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
But I was carried away

Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery
Blaine then decided to sing along.
Arrogant boy
Love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
(They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy
'Cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains

Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery

Therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery
When the song finished, Isabel had pulled into the driveway of their house. She turned off the car and they exited the car. Blaine grabbed his bag from the backseat and they went to the house.
“Let the fun begin,” Isabel said as they entered the house.
…
30 minutes later.
“Okay, we’ve narrowed it down to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Beauty and the Beast, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” Blaine said, sitting in front of the DVD player. He was wearing a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a pale gray shirt. There were DVDs scattered all around him, with the 3 choices in his hands. He was holding them out for Isabel to see from the couch. Isabel looked at the DVDs trying to choose. She had changed into a pair of jeans badly cut-off at the knees and a Batman shirt.
“Uh, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” she said, finally.
“All right,” he said, putting it in the DVD player. He closed the tray and Isabel grabbed the remote. He got up and went to the couch, leaving the DVDs where they were.
Isabel sat in the corner with her legs propped up on the couch. Legs crossed, Blaine sat next to her. She skipped through the previews and went straight to the menu. She turned on the subtitles and started the movie. The coffee table in front of them was covered with bags of different candy, a large bowl of popcorn and cans of Squirt. Blaine grabbed a can of Squirt and a package of Red Vines. Isabel grabbed a bag of M&M’s and a can of Squirt. They ate while watching the movie. They talked through the movie, laughing at the jokes. Occasionally, they would take some popcorn, a new can of soda, or another kind of candy. When it was over, Blaine turned to Isabel.
“You want to watch another movie?” he asked.
“Yeah, let’s watch Harry Potter. I’m gonna make some more popcorn, kay?”
She got up off the couch and went to the kitchen. Blaine got up and went to the DVD player. He opened the tray and put Charlie and the Chocolate Factory back in its case.
“Which Harry Potter?” he yelled to Isabel.
“Uh, the first one,” she shouted back from the kitchen.
He grabbed the box and put the DVD in.
“Hey, bring some more Red Vines!” he yelled.
“Okay!” she yelled back.
Blaine grabbed all the DVDs around him and piled them on top of each other. He put the Harry Potter movies in a different pile and took it with him to the couch. Isabel came back with a bag of popcorn and a pack of Red Vines. She opened the popcorn bag and poured it into the bowl, sat down next to Blaine, and handed him the Red Vines.
“Wanna have a marathon?” he asked, indicating to the Harry Potter DVDs on the table.
“Sure.”
He smiled and played the movie.
They sat on the couch and watched all the Harry Potter movies. Blaine had to get up during the second movie to get Isabel tissues. They occasionally paused the movie to get more snacks or to go to the bathroom. They talked occasionally but not too much. By the time Half-Blood Prince was over, Isabel had fallen asleep.
Blaine turned off the TV and picked Isabel up. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. It wasn’t the first time Blaine did this, glad that she was pretty light as he carried her up the stairs. He took her to her room, tucked her into bed, silently closed the door on his way out, and went back downstairs. He cleared the living room and put everything away. Then he went to bed himself.