AU: I'll keep it short and sweet, I do not own Glee or any of the characters mentioned. I also do not own the idea of 'Anderberry' or 'Klaine' quite clearly. Give it a chance please!

Get Happy - Prologue

Blaine and Rachel Ander-Berry were raised by their fathers to believe in being themselves.

And who they were was not easy to come by. Rachel, the eldest of the twins (by two minutes - but that still counted), had an amazing voice and a soft spot for the spotlight. Blaine, the youngest (but the more handsome, he let people know) of the twins, had an equally amazing voice ("But not my range!" Rachel would shrill.), but he cared more about his school work than his talent.

Blaine Ander-Berry found himself unbelievable and inexplicably boring. His older sister had bright brown eyes and always smiled, while lately, all Blaine could do was hum in appreciation when people were nice to him.

He supposed it had a lot to do with Kurt.

Kurt Hummel. His sister's best friend. They had been best friends since Middle School, while Blaine was hidden at Dalton Academy due to bullying - bullying that his sister could deal with.

Blaine however, could not deal with it. Being told that his parents were 'fags' and that he was a fag too and that his sister probably like other girls and that they were a worthless family, was not something that anyone should have to deal with. And that was why Blaine admired his sister.

But not to sidetrack, Kurt Hummel. He had beautiful. That was the only coherent thought in Blaine's mind, as he glanced over the table towards him. Earlier in the day he had been doing the same, in the cafeteria. But now they were at Blaine's home.

Rachel was jibbering on in her usual manner, the girl would not stop at all. But all Blaine could do was twist his fork around the spaghetti on his plate, occasionally looking towards Kurt.

He chanced looking at Kurt slightly too soon and the brown from his own eyes clashed instantly with the shocking blue - or was that violet? - of Kurt's. Kurt smiled softly at him and Blaine looked down at his spaghetti quickly.

He felt Kurt's gaze leave him and focus again on Rachel's constant chatter. Blaine couldn't help but smile softly.

"Hey, Blaine," said a deep voice.

Blaine looked up to his father, Leroy.

"Yes, dad?" Blaine replied, unable to remove the smile from his lips.

"You've barely eaten any of your spaghetti, are you OK?"

Blaine nodded. "Um, yeah, I just feel a little tired from school."

"Oh OK," Leroy said quietly, leaning in to Blaine a tiny bit, and glancing to the others to check they weren't listening. "Is being back at McKinley good for you, I mean … are you sure you don't want to go back to Dalton?"

Blaine's smile widened. "Yes, I love it at McKinley."

Leroy nodded and smiled. "OK, well talk to me if you change your mind."

Blaine nodded and turned back to his meal.

McKinley was good for Blaine. He was out in the 'real' world, well as real as it could be at his age. He had been settled in for two weeks, and at the moment his favourite member of Glee club (other than Kurt, of course) was Santana. Mainly because she always seemed to like dancing with him. Although, when Blaine sang It's Not Unusual for his audition, Blaine didn't care much for Santana showing him the dance routine she and her cheerios had seemed to make up on the spot. No, instead he preferred the grin on Kurt's face.

When he had been at Dalton, Blaine had known Kurt, had even helped him out a couple of times - when Kurt and Rachel had been drunk at Santana's party over the Summer, Blaine had helped Kurt into his room and he himself had slept in Rachel's room that night. He didn't mind so much, sleeping on the floor didn't really bother him. As long as Kurt was OK. He could still remember the note Kurt had left on his pillow, as he had gone in the next day.

'Thank you for looking after me, I'm so sorry you didn't get to sleep in your own bed. You're the best. I'll see you soon! xxx'

Yes, those three little x's had made the whole sleep on the floor extremely OK.

Just as Blaine placed his fork into his mouth, full of spaghetti, Kurt decided to look at him. He seemed to be holding in a laugh.

"Uh, Blaine," Kurt said softly, ignoring Rachel's moaning about Finn Hudson, yet again. "You have a little spaghetti sauce on your-" He pointed towards the edge of his mouth.

The colour in Blaine's face seemed to fall out and rush to his stomach, butterflies doing the conga. He managed to swallow his spaghetti and put down his fork, trying to remain dignified as he patted the side of his mouth with his napkin.

Kurt smiled brightly at him and continued on with his meal, while Blaine spent the entire time wondering whether it would be worth it to keep putting food on his face, just to see that smile again.