Just my view on the character Kurt could be.

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"Are you ready to go?"

I turned to look at him, still not believing this was all really happening.

"No, I'm not. But I guess we have to."

With that I grabbed his hand, and walked towards the gate.

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As we were waiting in our seats for takeoff, I thought back to the summer I just had. Who would have thought this would happen when I started my summer holiday.

Flashback

"Do you have everything, passport, money, extra money, your suitcase… Well of course you have those, but do you have all of the important things?"

"Excuse me? Let me tell you that those suitcases ARE very important. But yes, I also have all of the other stuff."

This was finally it. All of my life my grandparents have asked me to come spend my summer holiday with them. I always declined, because who else would take care of my father? But this summer he had Carole, and I think it would do some good, to separate me and Finn for a while. Don't misunderstand me, I love him, I really do, but he still can't accept that it is only platonic. So this would be a good opportunity for both of us.

And the best part that I've forgot to mention? My grandparents live in New York! Yes, I was finally going to the city of my dreams. Leaving behind the stupid Neanderthals here in Ohio, and hopefully become a part of the sophisticated people of New York.

I swear the last few weeks have dragged on and on. Once I heard they invited me yet again, and I really had no reason to say no, I couldn't wait for this day to arrive. I've been packing and re-packing my suitcases for the last few weeks, so that the clothes I took with me, would be the most fashionable in my closet. Maybe finally somebody would appreciate them, instead of drowning them in Red Dye.

After a tearful hug with my dad, I finally boarded the plane, on the way to fulfill my dreams.

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And yes, it was everything I had ever hoped it could be. People didn't look twice at me, and if they did, they smiled or even complimented me on my clothes. It was at the end of my third week there, that everything changed.

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New York was everything I had ever dreamed of. It had my sort of people, and they were more accepting then even I could have imagined. Just last week, people cheered when a guy proposed. To another guy. If that had happened in Lima, they would have been booed so hard, they would never be able to hear again. New York itself was also a dream, the theatres, the shows, the sights. They were amazing.

The only downside was that there was a heat wave overhead. So if I wanted to see anything, I was forced to conquer the sun. Even my most severe sunblock couldn't stand this much sun. Sure I was still protected, but I now had a tan, that even I couldn't ignore. It's still weird to look in the mirror and see my reflection. Not only that, but the sun had an interesting effect on my hair. I was now more blond then brunette, and I didn't think I would ever recover from the shock. But I did know what looks good, so now I wore it a bit more messy then I had ever dared.

The only thing I was really happy about, was that I had finally hit my grow-spurt and was an acceptable length for somebody my age. Another plus was, that with this growth, the last of my baby fat finally disappeared, and you now could see the muscles I had built during Cheerio's and Glee. The first time my Dad saw me again on Skype, he didn't believe it was me. I had to do a lot of convincing to get him to believe me.

I had also done the one thing that I've always wanted, but was too scared to do. I finally had my ear pierced. Just one, but I've always wanted a diamond stud, and I finally got the courage to do it.

Yes, overall, I was really enjoying this holiday. And that was when my grandparents decided to intervene. Apparently, "I was much too deprived of kids my own age," and "they had a few friends whose grandson was also visiting them, and he was even from OHIO," Like that automatically sealed the deal. If anything, it was a reason for me to not want to meet him. If he was anything like the stupid Neanderthals at my school, I didn't think I would enjoy this visit very much.

But the time was here, and I had to go meet him. I had of course dressed as impeccable as ever. If that wasn't a test straight away, I didn't know what was. They finally called me to come say hi. Well, here goes nothing…

Oh! But… Um… Huh! Okay, that wasn't the deal. You wouldn't introduce me to the most handsome guy I had ever seen. A little shorter than me, but damn if I didn't find it attractive. Very fit, curls hanging loose, and the most amazing Hazel eyes I had ever seen, and probably would ever see. Oh wow, he's wearing a bow tie!

"Hey, is that Alexander McQueen? I totally adore his clothing, but I could never pull it off, but you can! I'm Blaine, by the way."

Wow, who knew I would have to go to New York, to meet a gay guy from Ohio?

Turns out he's from Westerville, not even an hour drive from Lima. And he's a prep school boy. It seems as if I owed my grandparents an apology. And a huge thank you.

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And yeah, I did owe them that thank you. Because they changed my life. Who would have thought that just a couple of months later, that boy would become the center of my universe, and the love of my life?

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It all started out with small things, really. A touch on the shoulder here, lingering fingers there. We spend almost all our time together. It turns out that, to make Blaine even more perfect, he also enjoyed the theatre, and let me tell you, it was a lot more enjoyable to have someone there with you to ooh and aah at things. I was almost constantly in contact with Blaine, one way or another. We either were going somewhere, coming back from somewhere, or on the phone talking about where we'd meet. And to be honest, I was loving it. I'd never met anyone with whom I had so much in common. It was never awkward between us, even the silence was comfortable.

My father had also met Blaine. When he called me on Skype, Blaine was with me, watching Rent. They had a whole conversation about the Buck-Eyes, of all things. Yes, even though Blaine was gay, he still liked sports. Finally, after a month of knowing each other it happened.

"Kurt? Can I talk to you?"

"Yes, of course, you know you can always talk to me."

"Um, Okay, so I'm very nervous about this, and I don't know if it's just me, but I can't wait any longer. I need to know if it's mutual, and if you want to, because I…

"Blaine! Relax, okay, you're rambling. Now take a deep breath, and try it again."

After a deep breath, he spoke again.

"Okay, I really like you, and I need to know if you feel the same way, because I can't hide this any longer. Sooo, do you want to go out on a date with me?"

I stared at him in shock. I had hoped, of course, but he apparently felt the same way as me.

"Oh Blaine, of course I feel the same way. How couldn't I like you? You're everything I've dreamed of. So yes, I want to go on a date with you."

Blaine let out a whoop, and rushed forward. He hugged me tightly and murmured into my ear.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you this summer. I can't imagine my life without you anymore. "

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And to be honest neither could I. He changed my life, and for the better. The date was, of course, a success. After we both got over the awkwardness of the fact that it was a first date, we enjoyed ourselves immensely. We could still talk about everything, but know there was a current of awareness between us. At the end of the date he asked if he could kiss me. I, of course, said yes.

From that moment on, we became even more inseparable. I told my father the next time we spoke on Skype, and he said that he already suspected something was happening since he saw us the last time, but he was glad I told him, and he even approved of Blaine. There was still a month of summer holiday left, when my last dream came true.

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Blaine really was perfect. Here we are, in a coffee shop, in the center of New York, with an open mic. I told him how much I loved to sing, and next thing I know he's taking me here. He signed us up for a slot, and after waiting for about fifteen minutes we were invited to go on the stage. Apparently Blaine had already picked out the song. As soon as the music started, I knew immediately which song he had chosen. Well if he wanted to do this it was on. Animal was one of my favorite songs, and he wasn't going to out-sex me.

So after the both of us flirted through the song, we were both panting, but above all, smiling. That was the most fun I had ever had.

Just as we were returning to our table for another coffee, a guy walked towards us.

"Hey guys, I just watched you performance up there. You really got the stage present and the voices. I'm Michael Warren, and I'm a director at Broadway. You'd be perfect for my musical Rent. I don't know if you heard of it, but you, Kurt, got the ideal looks for Roger. If you can sing Animal like that, I want to know what you can do with 'Light my candle.' And you, young man, are perfect for Mark. Let the curls loose, put on glasses and a scarf, and you're perfect. I can't wait to hear you two sing 'What you own.' So here's my cart, please write your numbers down, and I'll call you as soon as possible for an audition."

When the man walked away, we were both still flabbergasted.

"Did that really just happen?"

"I think so. Blaine, we did it! We really did it!"

"But… What about school?"

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Turns out this Michael character really was the director of Rent, and he had been serious. He called us the next day, to ask us if we could stop by. Nervous, but also very excited we both entered the theater. Michael was there, with a few other people. He let us sing 'What you own' and not only he, but also the others were very enthusiastic. Imagine that, they were clapping for me, not for Rachel Berry.

But, as Blaine said there was still the issue of school. We spend the rest of our 'holiday' practicing with the cast of Rent. Since we lived close together back home, we were to rehearse often together, and Skype with the rest of the cast on spoken data. They also wanted us to regularly fly to New York to come practice, and show what we had learned on our own. Since Blaine decided he wanted to spend more time with me and transfer to my school, Michael called McKinley to arrange our missing hours, he said he could be very…. 'convincing…' And he did it. We could fly out as often as we wanted, since our flights were also paid.

Rent itself luckily didn't start until October next year. So we had time to graduate, fly out to New York, settle down, rehearse a lot and then premier. I told my father as soon as we came back from the theater, and he cried with happiness. He told me he was so proud of me, and that this was what I had always wanted. And he was right, it was. I had made it, and I wasn't even finished with high school yet. He congratulated us both, and said he couldn't wait for us to come home.

After he hung up, Blaine began to cry. Someone he had never met in person, couldn't wait for him to come home. Blaine hadn't told me a lot about his parents, but I knew they didn't accept him and his choices.

I indeed starting visiting the gym more often, and I finally got a six-pack. Yes, I was buffing up, but I changed nothing else about myself. This was me, and since I already was accepted at Broadway as me, I wasn't going to risk losing it.

But, of course, end of the summer came. We had to say goodbye to the rest of the cast, which we already grew attached to, to our grandparents, to New York, but at least we still had each other. So now we were on our way back, to finish our senior year.

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Blaine didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. When his parents shipped him of to his grandparents for the summer, he thought he had one miserable summer ahead of him. He knew his parents didn't accept him, or more accurately, they didn't accept his life choices. As if he would choose something like this. So on the one hand it was an relief for him to get away from them. And New York would never be boring, so he at least had something to do, and he didn't have to see his parents for a few months.

His grandparents were strangely enough more accepting. They knew he couldn't help he liked boys, and they loved him no less for it. So all in all, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. When his grandparents told him they wanted him to meet somebody, he thought maybe he could get a new friend out of all of it.

As soon as he saw the boy though, he knew there was never going to be any friendship. Or well, they could be friends, but he already knew he wanted this boy to be more than just friends. He was the most handsome boy he had ever met, and he wasn't even lying. Tall, lean, an amazing fashion sense, blond shaggy hair, and a face to die for. Yes this boy was going to change his life, that he could already tell.

And he was right. The more time he spend together with Kurt, the more apparent his feelings became. He was starting to fall in love with this boy, not just the outside, but also the character within. And he didn't even know if Kurt felt the same way. He just had to take a leap of faith, and try.

Luckily Kurt DID feel the same way about him, and after an perfect first date, in which I took him to see his favorite musical, Wicked, we started dating. I knew this wasn't just going to be a summer fling. First of all, we lived close enough to continue this, and second of all, I felt things for this boy I had never felt for anybody else. When we were cast in the musical Rent, all of our dreams came true. Kurt always wanted to be on Broadway, and though I didn't have that much love for it, I did always wanted to do something with music and maybe acting, and this was a great opportunity for future projects.

I knew I couldn't go without Kurt any longer, so I decided to transfer to his school. Not only would it be more efficient for the rehearsal time, I was also going to spend more time with the man of my dreams. When it was time to board the plane, I was already missing New York, but I knew I was the most important part with me, and that was Kurt. We were totally ready to start our last year.

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Burt was waiting in the terminal his son, and his soul mate, was going to come through. At the beginning of the summer he had almost broke down, as soon as he came back from the airport. He had just put his only son on a plane away from him. And even if it was only for a mere three months, he knew that as soon as this year was over, he would lose him forever. But he also knew it was what made his son happy.

When his son first started talking about the gay boy his grandparents had introduced him to, he was afraid Kurt was just going to get hurt. As soon as he introduced them via Skype, he knew his worries were unnecessary. He saw the way this boy looked at his son, and knew he was going to see a lot of this kid. He had told Carole all about it, but didn't tell Finn. Not only because Kurt asked him to, but also because he knew Finn wasn't totally okay with Kurt sexuality.

He knew Blaine lived only an hour and a half away, and that that wasn't going to stop the boys. They would make it together, he was sure of it.

Then came the news Kurt and Blaine were scouted for a musical. Not just any, but one of Kurt's favorites, and on Broadway. His boy was finally getting what he deserved. All of his dreams were coming true, and he was finally coming into himself. When Burt first saw Kurt at Skype, he almost didn't believe that was his boy. His baby was gone, and an handsome man was sitting there in his place. He knew his work was done, and he could only continue to offer support. His son was now a grown-up man, with his own dreams, and even his own career. He had found another man he could go to for support, and although he knew he wasn't being replaced, he also knew that from now on, he had to share the first place in Kurt's life. But that was okay. He had him for one last year, and then he could go see the results of his sons success. He was going to make it.

"Flight 2013 from New York, to Columbus, landing now."

Okay, I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea when I'm going to be able to update again. I work on a cruise ship and haven't always got access to the internet, or even a laptop. So, I'm going to wait to see what kind of response this is going to get, so R&R please, just know this isn't going to abandoned, ever. Couple of notes, Michael Warren was the director behind the last revival of Rent, and with the way Kurt looks right now, I could really imagine him as Roger.