Hello! So yes, I am awful at updating. But to my credit, I don't have much of a life right now with everything that's going on. Things are cray to say the least. Anyway, parts of this have been sitting on my computer, just chillin. Anyway, I finally got this together! Tell me what you think!

Song:
Don't You Worry Child by Sam Tsui and Kurt Hugo Schneider (originally Swedish House Mafia)


And Blaine's summer was off. It was a whirlwind to the whims of Olivia. The big house never felt empty any more. There was always something yummy being made in the kitchen by Olivia for the next meal. Blaine started working out with Sam more, due to the vast quantities of food that he couldn't seem to stop eating. Olivia had immediately made plans for a home gym in the basement of the house. She acted as much a mother as his little sister. He had forgotten how good it was to talk to her. Sure he'd had Kurt, but Olivia was family and had been his best friend for most of his life. He tried to reciprocate all the help she was giving him, but he knew that she missed her old boyfriend in New York. She spoke a little about him and showed Blaine a picture. Blaine had to agree, the boy was gorgeous. He heard her talking to him on the phone and Skype more than once, but knew the inevitable would happen. If she truly planned to spend the year with Blaine, it couldn't work out. He wanted her to focus on life here.

The glee people were all slow to meet Olivia. Blaine, though he had spent the year with them in Glee, had let Kurt lead him and hadn't really hung out with many of them besides Sam and Puck. Finn was off to training for the army a week after Rachel had left. Blaine felt bad. Finn didn't have somebody like Olivia in his life to turn to. He hoped Finn did well in the army.

Olivia met Puck two weeks after Kurt's departure. Blaine wasn't sure what kind of Puck he'd be dealing with. He knew that Puck had failed his Geography test and would have to repeat his senior year. Puck had always been one to let his inner douchebag out when things didn't go his way. He didn't want Olivia to be caught in the crossfire, or if Puck were to let his womanizer out, Blaine wouldn't hesitate to ask him to leave. He would protect his sister, even from a friend.

Olivia had been downstairs in the new basement gym, working out, and blasting music on the speakers. Puck had come over after being invited by Blaine. Blaine had opened the door and had been surprised to find Puck calm and in a good mood. He told Blaine about how his dad had come back home and been asking for more money the morning of Puck's test. His dad had been close to violence when Puck knocked him out and had called the police. His dad was in jail now for breaking his restraining order on Mrs. Puckerman. Blaine knew Puck was glad that his family was safe and he had gotten a confidence boost from the feeling of being in charge and powerful for once. Unfortunately, after dealing with his father that morning, Puck had been unable to even think about geography.

"So dude, do I ever get to meet Olivia Anderson?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and downing the rest of his Coke, throwing into the nearby trash can.

"Puck," Blaine said, looking concerned.
"Chill, dude. I don't go after my best friends' little sisters. The girl starts to look like my bud, and it gets weird," Puck said, matter of factly. Blaine nodded, unable to stop the smile that spread on his face. He stood and asked Puck to follow him downstairs.

They walked into the gym. The fans were all on and the music was blaring an old Artic Monkey's album. Olivia had thankfully wore enough to cover up, a loose old t-shirt and running shorts. She had her hands wrapped and was laying into the punching bag, a favorite pastime of both Andersons. Her hair was soaked through with sweat.

"Damn," Puck said. Both Andersons turned. He looked impressed.

"Judging by the mohawk, you must be Puck," she said, with a smile, breathing hard, catching the swinging punching bag.

"Yeah, you've got a killer left hook," he said. She smiled brighter and laughed.

"Thanks," she said. She unwrapped her hands and wiped her face with a towel, "I'm gonna shower. Puck you should stay for dinner."

She walked past them and skipped up the stairs. Puck and Blaine went up after, going to the living room. Puck turned on ESPN and sank on the couch.

"Dude, your sister's a badass."
"She definitely is," Blaine said, smiling, happy with how Puck had taken to Olivia.

He observed incredulously that night as Olivia and Puck quickly became friends. They talked about sports. Olivia had gotten into sports during her friendship with all of the boys she hung out with in New York. She also had received quite the video game education. She and Puck never ran out of conversation for the evening, some of it beyond Blaine's understanding. The two were watching a game and critiquing it better than the two announcers on the TV.

The week went by and Puck and Olivia were becoming close friends, to Blaine's amazement. They fist-bumped and Puck called her his bro.

Soon Sam met Olivia. Once again, Blaine was surprised. The two bonded over a mutual love for fitness. Olivia had always been athletic, playing a bunch of sports along with dancing and singing lessons. During her traveling, she'd taken up tai chi and a type of yoga that Blaine couldn't pronounce. She and Sam worked out together. One time he and Puck joined them and found themselves sitting as Sam and Olivia passed them up in reps on everything.

Sam tried to teach Olivia how to do some of his best impressions, to no avail. They played two on two basketball games in the park. Olivia made dinner for the three boys often. They fell into routines with each other.

Blaine was happy to see his sister happy. She never let herself be bored. In the morning's she'd wake up, go for runs, come back, make breakfast, and read something. She always had something to read with her. All of her books were hi-lighted in and had notes all over them. She would fall asleep at night all over the house, with a book lying open on her chest. She'd told Blaine to stop bringing her to her room that she didn't mind. In a way, this made Blaine happy. Olivia was comfortable in the house.

Blaine would watch his sister. He saw it sometimes. The hurt. The pain that was still behind her eyes, the pain that she tried to avoid by keeping herself busy. He saw it when they worked out most often. Especially when she was using the punching bag. She would lay into it as if it were the bastards that had hurt her years before.

One night, he saw her pain full on. She had had a hard day. Their mother and father had both called that day to talk to her. Both were long conversations. Blaine had been proud of his sister for not throwing something or using any profanity. Well, the profanity had been after she'd hung up. Then there was something else. She was looking at her phone all day and texting people all day. Somebody had called her, with a New York area code. He knew it was about Nate.

Blaine had thought that working out would have helped. She was on edge all day, blasting music throughout the house. They were in the basement, Blaine was on the treadmill and she was at the punching bag, sweat pouring down her face and body. All of the sudden she stopped, bracing herself against the wall and breathing deeply, as if trying to control her emotions.

"Damn it!" she yelled, turning and punching the bag particularly hard. Blaine stopped and hopped off the treadmill.

"You okay?" he asked. She looked up at him, angry tears falling, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright. Stupid question," he said, sliding down the wall to sit, patting the spot next to him. She sank down next to him and put her face in her hands, rubbing her temples.

"Why does everything have to go to hell?" she asked, not looking at him.

"Do tell," he said after a moment of silence.

"Dad's still on my fucking case. Mom wants me to fly out to her wedding. And every single bitch back in New York is throwing themselves at Nate and I just…" she said, jumping to her feet and pacing back and forth.

"I know that's not all," Blaine said. She'd had these problems for a while. He waited.

"Fine," she said. She walked over and pulled her phone off the speaker dock and opened something. She walked over, gave it to Blaine and ran upstairs. He heard the shower turn on and her begin to sing Totally Fucked from Spring Awakening. If he didn't love his sister so much, her bad moods would be comical, the way she turned to musical theater to express herself.

He looked at the phone. It was her twitter and it showed the tweets she was mentioned in. And what he saw made his blood boil. It was their old high school's football team's twitter. It read, " LivAnderson everybody thinks you should come back for the game this weekend. We had so much fun with you here last time." It had been retweeted quite a few times. There were more replies to this tweet, he saw some that insulted him, and further insulted his shut off the phone and sat, breathing deeply, trying to calm himself. He let himself be distracted by his sister's angry singing from upstairs.

Her phone buzzed and he looked down. It was from some guy named Jonathan, it read, "Liv, I'm really sorry." It was a picture of Nate making out with some blonde girl. He sat, wondering how much more his sister could take. After he heard the shower turn off he stood. His arms and legs felt like they were made out of wood. He went upstairs and knocked on her door. She opened it. She looked tired. She wore her fluffy purple robe. She didn't say anything. Blaine bit his lip and handed her the phone. She glanced at it, then back up at him. He hugged her tight, before the first tear fell. After a couple minutes of this, he grabbed her hand and led her to the piano in the living room. They both sat.

"Remember how happy we were? Before Mom and Dad split. Before everything. When Dad used to be a good father. Before the campaign. Well he always knew how to make us not scared. Nightmares, monsters under the bed or in the closet, scary movies, you name it. Now he's not that way. But you have me Liv. I want you to be happy. I want to make you feel safe too. Olivia smiled sadly, more tears falling. She stretched up and kissed her brother's cheek. He started to play. Olivia watched his fingers. Then he turned to her and sang to her. Both remembered their childhood together.

There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes
In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne
Those days are gone, now they're memories on the wall

He glanced at Olivia.

I hear the sounds from the places where I was born

Blaine shut his eyes.

Up on the hill across the blue lake,
thats where I had my first heartbreak
I still remember how it all changed
my father said

Olivia watched her brother, more tears gathering in her eyes.

Don't you worry, don't you worry child
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!

Blaine started playing faster and this got a smile out of Olivia. She loved when Blaine played piano.

Don't you worry, don't you worry now
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!

Blaine opened his eyes, which were already shining with coming tears, and looked at Olivia, singing to her.

There was a time, I met a girl of a different kind
We ruled the world,
Thought I'll never lose her out of sight

We were so young
I think of her now and then
Still hear the song that reminded me of my friend

A tear fell down bother brother and sister's cheeks. They could vividly see growing up together in their heads.

Up on the hill across the blue lake,
thats where I had my firstheartbreak
I still remember how it all changed
my father saidDon't you worry, don't you worry child
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!Ooh ooh ooh ooooh!
Ooh ooh ooh ooooh!
Ooh ooh ooh ooooh!
See heaven's got a plan for youMy father said

don't you worry, don't you worry child
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!