Hello :) This is my first story ever on here and also my first fan fiction. For this I decided to make Blaine's parents have kind of that Southern feel (at least I think so). Please tell me what you think and I appreciate any and all criticisms. Enjoy :)
P.S. I do not own Glee or any of the characters mentioned.
Church bells rang loudly above our heads. Dismissal time. All the happy church folk were free to leave and go have lovely Sunday dinner with their families. On any normal Sunday I would have been walking back to my house with my parents to have a little afternoon snack before the kind old couple across the street came for game night. But this wasn't any normal Sunday. At the moment I was ignoring that agonizingly loud church bell. Right now I was to wrapped up in Kurt. Rather he was wrapped up in me. His dainty fingers grasped tightly to the back of my head as my hot breath filled every crevasses of his body.
"I should probably get home to help my parents prepare for the Terrys." I breathed in between kisses.
"The Terrys can wait. Right now I just want my boyfriend." Kurt said playfully.
My eyes shot open.
"Boyfriend?" I questioned, pushing away from him to see his eyes.
His jaw dropped open, blue eyes shining with irritation. "Well yes Blaine I was assuming."
I stopped him before he could go any further. "Kurt what we have here is a - a - well basically a deal. I don't know if I'm like you or not. I'm basically experimenting. You know, trying it out to see if it feels right."
His eyes exploded, as he shot daggers into my own eyes. "Experimenting? Blaine what the hell have we been doing the past year? You're telling me that you're only just experimenting?" His voice rose to such a level that I ducked for fear of him striking me with his words.
"Okay, maybe I'm not experimenting but going further into what he have would make this - real. I'm just not so sure if I'm ready for that yet." I dropped my head in shame. Long brown curly locks covered my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. I knew what it would look like and I was definitely not ready to face it.
"You don't want to make our relationship real?" He sounded hurt and incredibly flustered.
I glanced down to look at all the people filing out of the church. From up in the bell tower they all looked like little dolls. "Could you keep it down? Someone might hear you."
He crossed his arms tightly around his chest. His lips in a pout that could only result in something disastrous. "Fine I'll keep it down. In fact, why don't I just leave so that it can be completely silent?" He pushed past me to try and make a dramatic exit down the stairs, his stripped scarf flowing elegantly behind him. I grabbed his arm and forced him to face me.
"Don't go." I said, barely audible.
His blue eyes pierced into mine.
"Kurt, I want to be with you. I just, you're so confident about who you are and a year ago I didn't even know what gay meant. You just have to be patient with me. I'm struggling here, Kurt. I need you beside me."
With a flip of his hair he huffed loudly. I knew what he was going to say even before the words formed on his lips. "Then tell them."
He meant my parents of course. But he knew that was impossible. That was like asking for death. It wasn't safe or sane. "I can't." I said, hoping he would understand. Praying he would understand.
He yanked his arm from my grasp and stared coldly into my eyes. "Then we're done here." He stomped down the stairs. The echo of his heavy soled shoes disappeared within a minute and I was left alone feeling miserable and broken. How had it come to this? Why couldn't he just understand the pressure I was feeling? I had obnoxiously religious parents breathing down my neck, trying to make me into a good God loving Christian boy, who with any slip-up would surely have my head. I would come out sooner or later. Just not to them. And for months I was praying he would understand that. Yet here we were.