Disclaimer: I don't own Glee...or Twilight (there IS a reference in this chapter so just thought I'd add that)

Title: It's Complicated
Summary: AU - starts mid season - 1. Lina's been separated from her twin brother Blaine, and transfered to WMHS. Follow her story as she copes with first love, bullies, her brother's best friends, and the members of New Directions. R&R please.
Pairings: Puck/OC, eventual David/OC, Kurt/OC friendship, all other cannon pairings.
Rating: T
Genre: General/Drama
Spoilers: from 1x12 "Mattress" on through Season 2

Author's Note #1: I'm still keeping the original storyline, therefore Blaine will not meet Kurt before I get to Never Been Kissed, save for the scenes I add that include him, David and Wes.

Author's Note #2: Sadly I lost inspiration for No Matter What, and this idea got way more planned out the longer it stayed in my head. Apologies, but I will therefore be taking the other fic down within the next few days.

Prologue:

"You're insane! You're not taking our daughter out of this house!"

"Shit Heather, I'm not doing this anymore. I'm done! I'm not leaving her here with that f-"

"Don't even go there! He's her brother, which makes him your son!"

The twins crouched up on the landing of the second floor, listening as their parents argued.

"I don't want to go with him, Blaine." whispered the girl as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Her brother squeezed her hand, his hazel eyes - the exact same color and shape - showing nothing but sympathy, and guilt.

"This is all my fault," the fifteen-year-old muttered. "If I hadn't -"

"Don't even start that again. You nearly died - you had no choice but to come out. It was the only way they could have believed your side of the story."

"Catalina -"

"Don't call me that, Blaine."

"Is it my fault that Mom was studying the Tudors when she had us?" he shot back. "I almost ended up an 'Edward' if you recall the story."

"Good thing you didn't, because I would have teased you mercilessly back when I read that book about the vampires. You know, the ones that sparkle?"

He snorted.

"Yeah, because I really needed to be compared to a friggin' vampire at that point in my life."

She immediately felt like a bitch for making him relive whatever memory was now shooting through his brain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't -"

"I know." he said wearily. "I know, Bubbles. Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

At that moment, the front door opened, then slammed shut, and their mother was stumbling up the stairs with tears in her eyes.

"Mom, where's Dad?" asked Blaine uneasily.

Heather choked back a sob, and bolted past them into the master bedroom.

The reason for Heather's distress came in the mail two weeks later. Blaine read the letter once she'd opened it, skimmed it, and dropped it on the table.

"Blaine?" Lina said hoarsely, "What's it say?"

Blaine looked up at his mother and sister, shock visibly etched in his face.

"He's suing Mom for full custody," he swallowed hard, and laid a hand on her shoulder. "of you."

Lina collapsed into the chair next to her mother. Heather grabbed her daughter and pulled her into a crushing hug.

"I'm not going to let him do this, baby." she whispered. "You're staying here."

She felt fingers curl around hers and squeeze gently. Over Heather's shoulder, Blaine was staring at his sister, and nodding.

"It's gonna be okay," he said, though he didn't sound certain. "It's gonna be okay, Bubbles."

"Thanks B." she whispered.

"You weren't supposed to let this happen!" Heather screamed at her lawyer.

Blaine was hugging Lina to him as they stood outside the court room.

"I don't want to go," she was sobbing, "Please, Blaine don't make me go with him."

"Mom, Lina and I are gonna go outside for some air." he called.

Heather nodded, and Blaine led his sister out into the parking lot.

"Lina, stop crying," he said softly as he eased them both onto a nearby bench. "Lina!"

She gasped, and wiped at her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about, Bubbles." he said patiently. "The only person who should be sorry, is Brian."

It was the first time Blaine had ever refered to their father by his first name. It would not be the last.

"And it's not the end of the world," he said gently, "We'll still see each other on weekends and we can talk on the phone and through IM."

"It's not the same."

"So what? We'll manage." he unconsciously traced the scar on his forearm; one of his wounds from the past he wished he could forget. "It's not like Dalton has a no-family-communication policy."

Lina stood up, feeling slightly nauseated.

"Come on. Mom needs us."

His hand closed around hers and he stood before walking back inside with Lina.

She stood in the hallway of William McKinley High School, clutching her books to her chest, drenched in red ice.

"Welcome to McKinley!" several jocks chorused before taking off, laughing raucously.

She couldn't move, couldn't hold back the tears.

Another boy, who looked about her own age, with brown hair carefully styled back, bright blue/green eyes, approached her.

"Hey, it's not so bad after the first one." he said softly. "You get used to it."

"Really?" she asked as she wiped the stinging cold mess out of her eyes. "They make you a constant target?"

"No." he shrugged. "but I'm not the only one. Other kids have gotten hit too."

She smiled weakly, thankful she hadn't been randomly chosen as a sole target.

"I'm Catalina Anderson," she held out her (thankfully slushie-free) hand. "Everbody just calls me Lina."

The boy smiled and took her hand in his own.

"I'm Kurt Hummel."

I hope you all enjoyed my second attempt at a Glee fic. Please feel free to leave a review on your way out, and no flames please, constructive criticism only.