This is my second Klaine story, but it's going to be longer then my other one! Reviews are accepted, preferably good, and I, of course, don't own any of these characters, or Glee itself. If I did, I'd make sure none of the cast left, and that Blaine/Darren became a permanent addition to Glee, like part of the main cast.

Anyway, on with the story! By the way, italics is the singing.

Sam's POV

I dialled Blaine's number on my phone. Having a big brother at Dalton is a pain in the ass. Blaine picked up the phone on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" He asked. He sounded annoyed. I smirked down the phone.

"It's me, Blainey."

"Sam?" He yelped. I laughed down the phone.

"Who else could it be, you midget?"

"Hey!"

"Come on, Blaine, I'm not even fourteen, and I'm taller then you."

"Yeah, Yeah." He mumbled.

"So, what am I disturbing?" I asked.

"Nothing." Blaine said quickly - too quickly. I grinned to myself.

"Suit yourself. I'm outside your school now, so you better get your hobbity ass out here before Mom and Dad get here."

"Crap, that's today?" Blaine asked. I nodded, although he couldn't know that from down the phone. "Damn. Listen, you know I'm bringing a friend, right Sam?"

"Course. Is it Wes or David?" I asked. "I suppose they're alright looking..."

"Neither of them."

"Fine then. Mom and Dad are gonna be here in half an hour, so hurry. I want to catch up before they interupt us." He hung up quickly. He was out after fifteen minutes. He was pulling a tall (Well, he was about 2 inches taller) guy with him. Both were lugging suitcases with them.

"Hiya Sam!" Blaine said, putting down his suitcase next to him. He hugged me tightly. The boy Blaine had brought with him, the one with brown hair, was staring at us (Or, rather Blaine) like he'd never seen us before. OK, he'd never seen me before, but still.

"So, who's the boy?" I asked. Blaine went red - not something I'd thought possible.

"Oh!" Blaine turned to the taller boy, smiling at him in his normal charming way. "Sam, this is Kurt. He used to go to Dalton, but he's transferred back to his old school now. He's just been... er, helping me pack. Kurt, this is my sister Samamtha, but everyone calls her Sam."

"Sister?" Kurt asked, glaring at Blaine with blue (Or were they Grey? Or Green?) eyes. "Blaine, you never told me that you had a sister!"

"So, Blaine," I said. "Is this your boyfriend?" Blaine nodded. I shook Kurt's hand. It was really soft (Well, he was gay). "Hi!"

"So, how's the girl's school been?" Blaine asked. When Kurt gave him a sideways glance, Blaine explained, "Sam goes to Crawford Country Day." Kurt's mouth fell open

"Isn't that the school that we performed to?" He asked. Blaine nodded at the same time at me. Kurt looked at me and said, "Were you there too?" I shook my head.

"I wasn't allowed."

"Why-"

"Because you guys were all boys, and they wanted girls who liked boys."

"Wait," Kurt said. "So, you're-"

"Like Blaine." I finished, nodding. "Much to the discomfort of Mom and Dad. You see, Blaine and I always joke that he's me and I'm him, and that our bodies were just switched or something." Kurt was staring at me. I stared at him right back.

"Too much to take in?" Blaine asked Kurt. Kurt shook his head, and smiled at Blaine.

"Are you going to tell me that you have a brother who's a Transvestite?" Blaine laughed and shook his head. "Then, I'm fine."

"Well, looks like Mom and Dad are here." I said weakly. Blaine immediately stopped laughing. Kurt looked at us, bewildered.

"What? What's wrong with your parents?" He asked. The car that had been driving down the street (Flashy and posh as ever) stopped in front of us.

The door opened, and Mom stepped out. She was wearing her Designer glasses as always (Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blaine nervously tucking a pair of pink sunglasses deeper into his jumper pocket). Our dad followed, wearing one of his best suits (He never wore anything but suits!)

We all just stood there. Kurt looked like he was expecting us to hug or something. Finally, my father shook Blaine's hand.

"Hello." Dad said. "So, how's school been?"

"Great." Blaine said awkwardly.

"Blaine, who is this boy?" Mom asked, sounding sharp. I took a deep breath. this could not end well. She probably already knew. Mom was kinda bitchy like that.

"Mom, Dad, this is Kurt. Kurt's my boyfriend." Blaine said, sounding half worried, half happy about the fact that he had a boyfriend. Mom and Dad looked shocked.

"Why, that's ridiculous. Men can't have boyfriends, Blaine, they have Girlfriends." Dad said. Blaine and I both gave a long suffering sigh.

"Mom, Dad, you both know that I'm ga-"

"Don't!" Mom shrieked, in a silly high pitched voice. "Don't say that God Awful word!"

"Pleased to meet you, Mr and Mrs Anderson." Kurt said, wildly trying to prevent the situation from going downhill. Ha! Good luck! He grabbed Dad's hand and shook it. Dad dropped Kurt's hand like it was a poisonous spider or something. He wiped his hands on his suit. Jesus (I actually don't believe in him). "So, it's nice weather."

"It is." Mom said.

"Yeah." Kurt said. I could tell that my parents were "refraining" from making an insulting, homophobic comment about Kurt's voice. OK, so it was a little high, who cares? It was actually quite soothing, for a boy's voice.

"So, shall we go?" Blaine asked.

"Is...Kurt coming with us?" Dad asked, looking him up and down. Blaine nodded.

"Just for the weekend though. He's going home for the rest of the Summer after."

"Fine then." Mom said. "Get in the car, if you please, Blaine, Samantha. Kurt." She said his name like it was a naughty swear word.

"So, Samantha," Dad said, as we all climbed into the car. The Leather seats made me feel like I was back at home, and not allowed to do anything but sit there with my legs crossed like a proper lady. "You haven't, by any chance, found a boyfriend yet? I know that Blaine's Warbler group performed to you girls."

"Uh, I wasn't with them girls." I said.

"Well, why not?" Mom asked, as Dad started up the car, and the engine purred.

"Becuase they chose other girls." I said simply as the car moved. "And, to answer your question, I have a girlfriend, and Maddie and I are very happy together." Mom and Dad suddenly stopped the car, and the tyres screeched loudly. They both turned to look at us three in the back, mainly me.

"Now, listen here young lady," My dad said sternly, as if I'd been naughty. "It's bad enough that we have a son who's gay, but I will not stand to have a daughter who's some sort of whore for women!"

"So you'd rather that I was a whore for big sweaty men like you?" I asked. Kurt's mouth was open, and Blaine, who was sitting next to him, sighed, putting an arm around him to comfort him. Hmm, Kurt did look close to tears.

"NO! I will not have that language in my car, Samantha!" Dad practically yelled, his face beet red. I could of slapped him. He turned to Blaine. "Blaine, stop making a show of yourself and take your arm off his shoulder!" Blaine's arm retreated. Kurt looked terrified. I don't blame him. Dad started driving the car again.

Blaine's POV

I can't believe what had just happened. And in front of my boyfriend! Just when I thought everything was going great!

As the car pulled up to our house, I stared at my feet, suddenly ashamed. Kurt just stared at it. Of course he would. It was a massive Mansion!

"That's your house?" Kurt whispered. I nodded.

The three of us climbed out of the back and I got Kurt and mine's suitcases. Sam grabbed hers, and winked at me half-heartedly as she followed Mom and Dad to the front door. I leaned over to Kurt, who was grabbing his "Overnight bag" and whispered, so that Mom and Dad couldn't hear, "Sorry about my parents." Kurt looked up at me with those adorable eyes of his.

"It's fine. But why didn't you tell me that you had a sister? We could of gone shopping!" I laughed quietly.

"Maybe it's because I wanted you all to myself." Kurt smiled, and leaned over to kiss me. It was very tempting, just looking at his perfect looking lips, that were just, oh, so kissable...

I stopped him. How, I don't know. Kurt looked confused, if a little hurt, so I told him, "Not in front of my Mom and Dad. They're in a very bad mood, and if they catch us in liplock, they'll get pissed, going on about the neighbours seeing." Kurt nodded.

"So, does that mean I can kiss you inside your house?" Kurt asked flirtatiously. I smiled at him.

"Maybe." I teased. We didn't carry on after that, as my parents came round to see what was taking us so long to grab our bags.

Once inside, I became embarassed again. Our house was so posh.

"I love the wall colour!" Kurt said the moment we stepped inside. "It so goes with the furniture in your hallway!" I smiled.

"Why, thank you Kurt." Dad said, smiling for the first time. However, he caught himself, and continued with his cold demeanour. "Why don't you show Kurt to the guest room, Blaine? Dinner's in half an hour."

"Actually, Dad, I was thinking that Kurt and I could share a room." My Mom and Dad stared at me. "Well, my room is bigger, so I have plenty of room for Kurt to sleep in."

"Yeah, Mom." Sam said. "Anyway, we don't want Kurt to be uncomfortable, do we? He's a guest."

"Fine." Our Mom snapped. I grinned and pulled Kurt up the stairs with me, towards my room.

"Sorry about that." I said. "But I couldn't let my preparations go to waste." Kurt rose an eyebrow at me.

"Preparation?"

"Oh, well, you see, I kind of asked the maid's daughter, Natasha, who's Sam's age, who just happens to fancy me, if she could prepare my room for me and a friend. She couldn't say no!" Kurt was staring at me open mouthed.

"You have a maid?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well, how else do you expect us to keep this place clean? I mean, this place is not really any smaller then half of Dalton, or more." Kurt sighed.

"I wish I lived here."

"Why? It's a hell hole. You only like the colours." I opened the door to my room. Kurt stared all around. "Oh, yeah, my room's a bit different then the rest of the house."

"It's very different!"

My bed was on one side of the room. The Red and Blue covers stuck out against the pale wall colour. In fact, the whole of the room stuck out. I'd tacked pictures of all sorts of things all over the walls: Pictures of Harry Potter from the films, a few covers of Vogue magazines, the Buckeyes, posters for Broadway shows, the lot. I had left all my CD's out from the last time I'd been home (I'd specifically asked the Cleaners not to bother with my room), and sheet music was scattered all over the place. A new bed had been put up on the opposite side of the room, and had been given new covers to match mine.

"I hope you don't mind." I said, feeling anxious. "My room's very messy, I know, but-"

"No, it's fine." Kurt said, smiling at me. "It's nice. Kind of like your dorm back at Dalton. So, which one's my bed?"

"The freshly made one." I said, pointing to it. Kurt went and sat down.

"So, what's with all the sheet music?" Kurt asked. I did my best not to go red.

"Well, every time I'm forced to come back here, I usually just lock myself up here, and sing. This is kind of like my sanctuary." Kurt smiled. "I'm like Quasimodo in his bell tower. Always looking out there, feeling like an outsider." Kurt grabbed my hand.

"What do you sing when you're up here?" He asked. He let go of my hand and pushed himself off the bed. He bent down and picked up a sheet. He rose an eyebrow. "Really Blaine? You sing something called O' Children?" I snatched the sheet from him.

"It's from Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows." I defended. Kurt picked up another sheet, and smiled. "What?"

"It's When you say nothing at all. Blaine, I didn't know that you were this much of a hopeless romantic!" I went red this time.

"I... It's a great song." Kurt stared into my eyes.

"Sing it with me."

"But there's no music."

"Just sing it with me." I smiled and nodded at Kurt, embarassed. "I'll start."

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart

Without saying a word you can light up the dark

Try as I may I can never explain

What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face let's me know that you need me

Kurt and I smiled at each other.

There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

We both stared into each other's eyes.

The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall

Kurt's hand found mine. It felt soft, and comforting. It made me fall even more in love with him.

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

He sounded beautiful. Really. His voice was so...amazing. I joined in and sung the next bit by myself, with Kurt doing all the "Oh" 's in the background.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud (oh…)

But when you hold me near (oh, hold me near)

I actually held Kurt close to me, feeling his warm body against mine.

You drown out the crowd (drown out crowd)

Try as they may, they can never defy

What's been said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face let me know that you need me

We both smiled at each other.

There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

I looked into his Glasz eyes lovingly.

The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall

I grabbed Kurt's hand on the right line, like he'd done with mine.

You say it best, when you say nothing at all…oh

Kurt started joining in with the main song again.

Oh, the smile on your face let's I know that you need me

There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

Kurt and I were dancing around each other now. Kurt's eyes were full of unshed tears, of love, I think, and it made my heart thump madly. Kurt started singing to in the background, while I sung the actual melody.

(The smile on your face)

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

(The truth in your eyes)
(The touch of your hand)

You say it best, when you say nothing at all
(Let me know that you need me)

nothing at all)

You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)

We finished the song, tears almost overflowing, staring at each other.

"T-That was really nice." I told Kurt. "You're amazing." Kurt went a little red, but smiled.

"I know." Not feeling afraid of anything, as we were safe, and it felt so right, I pressed my lips to Kurt's, who responded back eagerly. His hands began fiddling with my hair, running his fingers through it so that the gel I'd applied that morning came out, and the curls were free. Kurt always loved my hair when it wasn't gelled. Why, I didn't know. I hated it. But then, how could I hate something that Kurt loved?

Crap! His tongue had just touched mine. It felt amazing. Not gooey, like I thought it would of, but amazing. I wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that it was like this with everyone you kissed, or if it was just with one person that it would feel so...fucking amazing. I copied what Kurt was doing, and I heard him moan softly. It felt so wonderful, to know that I was the one making Kurt sound like that. I pulled Kurt closer to me, leading him over to where my bed was. As soon as we were both comfortable, I pulled Kurt's head closer to mine. Suddenly, there was the sound of an opening door. Kurt and I jumped apart faster then you can say "Quidditch".

Sam. I breathed out in relief. She was standing there, smirking at us.

"Dinner's ready. Although, you two look quite alright to sit up here and make-out." She said. Kurt and I were breathing heavily.

"N-no. We're coming down. Thanks Sam." I said, as she left, laughing to herself. I looked at Kurt, who was fixing his hair.

"That was..." Kurt paused, looking for the right word. "Intense."

"I'll say. I never knew you were such a great kisser." I told him, grinning to try and break the mood. Kurt went even redder.

"L-Let's go." Kurt said. He looked at me properly, and burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, worried.

"Y-Y-Your hair, B-B-Blaine! I-I-It looks like you've tried to put some sort liquidy g-g-g-g-glue in it!" Kurt laughed.

So, that's Chapter 1 done!

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

Reviews are very, very accepted!