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Chapter 2
Less than perfect
'No.'
Your mother's face falls as you reject yet another outfit. She puts it back in the closet and as she begins rifling through the contents again, you throw yourself on the bed, exhausted and staring up at the ceiling.
'What about this?' You close your eyes, refusing to even look at it. 'Amber, sweetheart, that's not going to help. Sit up and look at it.'
You wince at the name your mother so carelessly throws your way. Amber. The name of a girl who doesn't even exist. You do as you're told, though, and sit up to look at the thing. You always do as you're told. The outfits seem to be getting progressively worse. This one is actually a dress; pink and flowery and with a bow under the bust.
'Absolutely not,' you blurt almost harshly before you can think to sugarcoat your reaction.
'Okay,' she sighs and turns away again to replace the dress in the closet. 'Is there anything you do want to wear ( ... )
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'This is not something you turn down,' she informs you in a firm voice, trying to reason with you. 'Do you know what I would have given for an opportunity like this?'
You look away from your mother, only to catch a reflection of the two of you in the mirror on the opposite wall. It strikes you suddenly how much more she and you look alike with each day that passes. Her skin tone is a little darker than yours, but your face shape, mouth and eyes are the same, and your body is even starting to curve like hers. When you look back at her and respond, your tone is more apologetic than defiant.
'Well, I'm not you.'Blaine yawned as he entered the kitchen early on Thursday morning. He felt kind of like he hadn't slept at all, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl ( ... )
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'Hey,' Blaine greeted cheerily, pointing over his shoulder. 'Your locker is that way, you know.'
'Yeah, I know, I've already got my things,' Kurt responded, ignoring Blaine's attempt at a joke. 'I got here early. I wasn't going to let you get away with avoiding me.'
'I wasn't going to,' Blaine lied quickly, but Kurt just raised an eyebrow at him and it was clear he wasn't buying it. Kurt knew him too well by now. And not well enough at allBlaine busied himself with collecting the things he needed for his first lessons, but he could feel Kurt's eyes on him the entire time. When Blaine finally slammed his locker shut, Kurt took him by the hand and began leading him down the hall ( ... )
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'You didn't think--' Kurt hesitated, biting his lip. 'You didn't think I was going to hurt you, did you?'
'What?' Blaine exclaimed, taken aback. 'No! God, no ( ... )
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'It feels weird not to have the musical to worry about anymore,' Kurt was saying as he and Blaine let themselves into the, as always, empty Anderson house the next Wednesday afternoon.
Blaine hummed in agreement as he closed the door behind them with a smile. 'Next up: Sectionals.'
'I'm so happy you decided to transfer, and we get to do this together.' Kurt's voice rose to an excited squeal and he clapped his hands giddily. Blaine smiled fondly. He knew that Kurt had never truly felt at home at Dalton and competing with New Directions meant so much more to him. 'Admit it, you're glad too.'
'I am. Very,' Blaine agreed before going in for a quick kiss. 'I'm also pretty convinced that Dalton wouldn't have let us get away with a performance like the one earlier today,' he remarked as they moved into the living room.
Performing Hot For Teacher with Mike, Finn and Puck had felt like a small milestone for Blaine, who had been touched when Mike had approached him and asked if he wanted to help out. It was a fun challenge ( ... )
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'Yeah, Cooper's quite something,' Blaine agreed, smiling at a photo showing an eight-year-old Cooper dressed up as Elvis.
Blaine's smile stiffened, however, when Kurt turned the page to reveal a photo of a nine-year-old Cooper holding a newborn baby. The handwritten note underneath the photo read Cooper holding Amber for the first time.
'Who's Amber?' Kurt asked, a puzzled look on his face.
'That's... that's...' Blaine swallowed.
Just say it, he told himself. Just say it. That's me. It's just two words, it's not that difficult. Just say it'My cousin. She's my cousin ( ... )
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