Hello my fellow gleeks! Long time, no write. Sorry for my terrible update timing on other stuff, but I've been working on this and I'm so happy to finally put it up! I wanted to do a fic with more Blaine! I wish the show would do more back story on him and they never do. So here it is! Anyway, this story is loosely based off the song Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. Also, its pretty AU. ENJOY!


Little Talks

Blaine drove home, not really paying attention as he drove. He parked the car and sighed, running his hands through his gelled curls, trying to not care that the person he loved was on the two o' clock train to his Broadway dreams, while he was here in Lima, Ohio. Kurt had just left with Rachel to go to New York, both NYADA bound. He knew long distance relationships rarely worked. Kurt had promised to Skype and text all the time, but Blaine knew better. Kurt was applying for a internship and was dorm hunting in New York, for Christ's sake. Blaine wouldn't wanna talk to somebody who was in Lima either. He was alone.

Then he looked back up as fast as he could. Sitting in front of him in the driveway was a shiny red mini cooper with the top down. Blaine was out of his car in seconds. He flew inside the house as fast as he could.

"Liv!" he called. Blaine watched as somebody ran down the stairs in a blur to throw her arms around his neck.

"Blaine!" she said happily. He breathed in the familiar scent of lilacs and sandalwood that seemed to follow his sister wherever she went.

"What are you doing here?" he said excitedly, pulling back.

"Well I got a nice phone call from one sassy Kurt Hummel," Olivia Anderson said, smiling brightly, "He said you might be a little lonely," she said pulling him upstairs. Blaine's father had gotten Blaine this house to stay in for the transfer to McKinley. It was huge and Blaine always thought it seemed too empty, generally opting to go to Kurt's or some other glee clubbers' house. His father always did that. Bought him huge things to try to make Blaine forget how much of an asshole he'd been.

Today was different. There were little pieces of Olivia in each of the rooms already, adding a warmth to the house. She'd picked her room and was still unpacking. Clothes, shoes, and other various items were everywhere.

"Kurt left me a key to get in," she said happily putting a dress on a hanger, then picking up a bag, opening a dresser drawer and emptying the contents, which was a rainbow of every type of underwear imaginable, into it. Blaine watched his sister. She wore bright neon yellow short shorts and a light blue Brooks Brothers buttoned up shirt with messed up, lopsided buttons that had been hastily done. She had big bright hazel eyes.

He hadn't seen her for a year. Memories he'd repressed were flooding back. Growing up together, her standing up for him, even though she was the little sister, huddling together when their parents were fighting, watching her be taken away by their mother, emailing and texting her nonstop.

"Liv," Blaine said after a quiet moment, while she folded clothes into a dresser.

"Hmm?" she said, moving to turn down the iPod speaker that she had blasting Ellie Goulding.

"Why aren't you with Mom?" he asked. She turned to look at him.

"I'm glad you still wear bowties," she said, turning. He saw her eyes watering. He patted the bed next to him. She sashayed over and jumped on the bed so that she was laying on her stomach.

"Tell me everything," Blaine said.

"Mom eloped," Olivia sighed. She looked up to see Blaine's eyes widening. She twisted her ruby pinky ring, shaped in a heart, that had been their great-grandma Anderson's, around on her finger, something she always did when she was thinking. Seeing her do this made him feel happy. The familiarity sent a surge of affection through him.

"Yup, they ran off to Spain, as soon as Mom bought me a plane ticket and kissed my cheek," she huffed, flipping on her back and staring at the ceiling, brow furrowed.

"Can she do that?" Blaine sputtered out.

"Probably, but I think legal agreements are the last thing on her mind," Olivia said, examining her long golden brown hair for split ends. She sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry. So how'd you end up here?" Blaine asked.

"Well I did try to live with Dad. But you know what that's like. Everything has to do with his political career. And you know I'm far from the golden child," she said, a bright smile on her lips. Blaine chuckled. Olivia was so spontaneous and unruly. She and his father had never seen eye to eye on anything.

"Anyway, he sent me to this private school that was full of the worst kind of bitches and spoiled princess brats. He took me to stupid charity balls and parties. To say that we were fighting the whole time is quite the understatement," she said, rolling up and going back to her unpacking.

"So you left?" he asked. She smiled.

"She stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails."

"Who said that?" Blaine asked unable to stop the growing feeling of happiness that came with seeing his sister and all the quirks that came with her. Olivia loved quotes. When it came to quotes, her memory was practically photographic.

"Elizabeth Edwards," she said with a smile. They sat for awhile.

Blaine was so excited that his sister was here. His parents had separated when he'd been thirteen and her twelve, living in New York. However for two years, they'd all stayed in New York city, his mother living in the Plaza Hotel and his father living in the Park Avenue apartment. He shivered remembering. He'd come out when he was thirteen. His father had been so angry, saying he had a disease. That had been one of the problems with his parents marriage. His mother had supported him and had wholeheartedly disagreed with the treatment Blaine had received. That hadn't stopped his dad from making sure his mother left, leaving Blaine, who was going through a "phase", and taking his best friend and sister, Olivia, who was "too free spirited for her own good". Eventually he'd had enough and asked to go to his dad's alma mater, Dalton Academy, to simply get away. Thus beginning his father's realization of his error and the beginning of the gifts.

He tugged down his sleeves looking back to Olivia, with clenched fists. She'd been to hell and back for him. All those stupid jocks in middle school and freshman year. How she'd stayed so strong, he never knew. Them invading her like they did. "Punishing" her for protecting him. If he ever met them again...

"You're not thinking about what I think your thinking about, right?" she asked. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"I'm better now. Better than I was, Blaine, really," she said earnestly. Blaine sighed and she went back to her vast closet.

Their mom had taken her everywhere. Olivia would send Blaine a postcard from London one week and the next send him one from India. Olivia of course had loved it. Where Blaine was put together and calm, Olivia was everywhere at once and always on an emotional roller coaster. Blaine watched her begin to fill the empty bookshelves with books from three completely stuffed tote bags. He remembered the last time he'd saw her. She'd had tears running down her face.

*flashback* (one year previously)

Blaine pulled into the parking garage, excited and jittery. He'd left Lima just after seeing Kurt, fresh from his Nationals loss in New York. He needed to see her. She'd texted him, saying she'd be in Chicago the next morning at 7 that night, just after he'd gotten home from the Lima Bean. He'd jumped in his car. He drove as fast as he could. Now he was here in the parking garage next to his sister's hotel after driving all night. He shot off a text. One came quickly: "Look to ur left". He did and jumped out of the car. There stood his sister in a grey Tshirt dress, shivering even in the warm Chicago wind. She was breathing hard, obviously having just ran outside. He enveloped her in his arms.

"How are you? Do you feel okay? Mom treating you okay? Are you still having bad dreams? When..."

"Blaine!" she said. He stepped back a little, looking at her face. Her eyes were watering, a tear falling. Her eyes were red and had dark circles underneath. He looked at her pointedly in the eyes.

"I'm... getting there," she said softly, smiling through her tears.

"There are far, far better things ahead than anything we leave behind," he heard Olivia murmur. She looked up, realizing he'd heard her. She held up her book that held all of C.S. Lewis' stories with a grin.

He smiled back. She put the book on the shelf and put her hands on her hips.

"Well we are going to have one hell of a summer if I have anything to do with it," she said, standing up quickly, looking around happily, continuing her work.

This confident snappy girl in front of him was a complete three sixty from a year ago. Blaine's insides went cold just thinking about it. Just before she and his mother had left, some guys had cornered his sister at a football game. They'd jeered at her, called her names, and insulted her in every way possible. Then the physical abuse happened. Blaine looked at his sister, bouncing around the sunny room, excitement evident. Thankfully she'd had her phone and had called Blaine as soon as she'd been able, but the guys split. She'd been a fourteen year old freshman and Blaine a fifteen year old sophomore. She didn't know the guys, they'd been a mix of seniors and juniors. She couldn't identify them afterward, she'd been too scared to remember much of anything but the smell of booze on their breath and how bloodshot their eyes had been.

"If you don't stop brooding, I am literally gonna kick you out of your own house," Olivia said.

"Why didn't you go with Cooper?" Blaine asked, looking up at her.

"Would you wanna live with Cooper?" she said, giggling. He raised an eyebrow.

"I visited him with Mom. He has a new girl every night in his apartment that has one bed. He always out working or partying. I met his real dad though. Mom and him got pretty friendly actually," she said.

"Cooper and Mom always got along. It's one of the reasons she let him move to California with Aunt Carol," Blaine said.

"He's kind of a jerk now. I guess living in LA for most of your life will do that to you," Olivia said with a shrug, "Now I'm starved!"

Blaine laughed and followed her downstairs. Sure his heart had been taken to New York with Kurt, but he felt lighter and happier with his sister here.

He walked into the kitchen and stopped.

"When did you get all this stuff?" he asked. Blaine saw that the open pantry closet was now full of colorful labels. Same with the fridge.

"Well. I was driving here, and by the way, I love long car trips, lots of time to think and blast music. Anyway, I had a hunch your kitchen would be practically empty with just cereal and milk. And I was right. So I stopped on the way at Whole Foods. Thank goodness I did. Blaine, you need to eat." Blaine pulled a blowtorch out of the drawer he was next to and raised an eyebrow.

"Julia Child thought that every woman should own a blowtorch," she said haughtily, "and anyway, Julia also said people who love to eat are always the best people. Become one of them."

"You sound like Kurt," he said with a sad smile. She raised an eyebrow.

"Rule number one of the awesomest-Blaine-and-Olivia-summer-ever," she said dramatically, "No. Moping. You will see Kurt soon and you love each other so that is that. Distance won't change it," she said. Blaine nodded meekly, knowing resistance was futile. He accepted the fluffernutter sandwich that she handed to him with a grin. They had eaten these all the time as kids. He had a feeling that he had an interesting summer ahead of him.

That night the two of them stayed up, telling stories about everything. They had always held back a lot when they'd had the chance to talk via Skype or text, neither wanting to broach the topic of their being apart and both their mother and father disapproved of their talking. Now everything could be out in the open. Blaine told her everything. About Dalton and the Warblers. About meeting Kurt. About falling in love with Kurt. About coming to McKinley and glee club. About winning Nationals. She listened and laughed with him. When he teared up about Kurt's junior prom, and how brave he'd been, tears fell down her cheeks too.

Then it was her turn. She had left shortly after the football incident.

"Mom and I stayed in the US for most of the first year we were apart. That was a pretty lonely time. I read so many books, watched so many movies, and went to museums wherever we were at. Mom was meeting her contacts, doing charity balls and events, you know, socialite stuff I guess. I was always on my own. I met a ton of guys," she said, blushing, "you have no idea how many guys would be interested in a girl that will only be there for a week tops. You'd be surprised how many are scared of commitment. But they were all temporary distractions from the fact that I was heartbroken about leaving New York and all that um... happened."

"Did you..." Blaine trailed off. Olivia's cheeks turned redder.

"It never got that serious. I didn't let it," she said, "Anyway that went on. Mom was technically my home-school teacher, but I pretty much learned everything myself. And then we came to Chicago after a year of not having a home. I saw you. You have no idea how much that changed things. You made me realize then that I was wasting my time and my life dwelling on the past. Sure, I wasn't with the one I loved, but I had free reign and we were traveling everywhere.

"I simply chose to be happy. Screw those homophobic assholes that hurt me. They were going to hell anyway. I knew that being happy would be good for you too, would make you happy. When we left Chicago, I had a new mindset. So when Mom asked if I wanted to go out of the country, I couldn't say no. This past year has been fantastic. I met beautiful people in beautiful places, eating beautiful food. I learned and read and it was a dream come true. Then mom ruined it by eloping with Enrique," she said, frowning, stabbing the delicious crepes she had made for dinner, shoving it angrily in her mouth and chewing violently.

"And Dad? He just let you leave?" Blaine asked after a silent moment.

"Ha. He packed my bags for me."

"And why? He hates me. Why would he do something that would make me happy?" Blaine asked. Olivia smiled at the backhand compliment and grabbed his hand.

"You're not the only one in a long distance relationship," she whispered, looking at the candles she had lit on the table.

"Oh really?" Blaine said smiling.

"Yep. He goes to St. Jude's, the school I went to's sister school. He was on the lacrosse team. Hottest boy I've ever met. Prettiest eyes. Anyway he and his friends were my best friends. The girls at my school were all terrible, and my being friends with the guys started a bunch of rumors. I was the school slut. But after everything you went through, I honestly couldn't care less. After what you went through, it was nothing. Anyway, I became quite the party girl. I was careful , I drank a little, but not enough to mess me up. Didn't touch drugs. Anyway, it drove dad crazy. Even though Nate was from an old rich, well known and respected family. He didn't care. We fought constantly and eventually, he couldn't "take any more of my "crazy teenager rebellions". So he literally packed my bags and gave me a credit card. And I left. I went to Nate's house." She said and paused. Blaine watched as the blush returned to her cheeks.

"And I... said goodbye. But after we... well, I couldn't end things. I just couldn't." She paused and smiled sadly, "The scariest thing about distance is you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget about you."

"The Notebook," Blaine said.

The two sat, just thinking.

"Looks like we're both away from our lovers," Olivia said with a bright smile. And it was infectious.

"I miss Kurt so much," Blaine said after a moment.

"Now now Blaine. I told you. No moping."

She stood and walked over to one of the many stereos in the house that Blaine had had put in, took her phone out of her pocket and placed it on the speaker. It began to play an instrumental, to which she began to dance.

"Seriously?" he asked, not able to stop the grin. She didn't respond, beginning to sing.

(Blaine, Olivia, Both)

I don't like walking around this old and empty house

Blaine rolled his eyes affectionately and sang back to her, holding out a hand.

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear

The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake

It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even trust myself

It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

The danced, jumping for each of the Heys.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Olivia stopped dancing and sung to Blaine, meaning each word.

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back

Blaine really did miss talking to her. Growing up they had had many conversations. About anything and everything.

Well tell her that I miss our little talks

Soon it will be over and buried with our past

We used to play outside when we were young

And full of life and full of love.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right

Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

They began to dance crazily around the room.

Hey!

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!

Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away

I watched you disappear

All that's left is the ghost of you.

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,

There's nothing we can do

Just let me go we'll meet again soon

They belted out the next part.

Now wait, wait, wait for me

Please hang around

I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore


Well that's a wrap for Chapter one. I really hope you liked this and it would be amazing if you told me what you thought! Bonus points if you know who Olivia's crossover boyfriend is ;)