A BOOK ABOUT A MORMON
Prologue
I've always wanted to write about religion, I find all religions to be key parts in the understanding of culture and people all over the world, hence me writing this fic. I really hope I'll do everything and, most importantly, everyone justice and not let everything suffer in comparison with the real deal. Hope you are up for an adventurous trip to crazy-land 'cause the plane leaves in five. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize, RIB and FOX do.
Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.
-Romans 12:9
Blaine was ready.
If anyone had told him two months ago that he would fall completely and hopelessly in love over said months he would have called them crazy, because an 18 year old Mormon did most certainly not fall in love, nor did they exchange kisses at the break of dawn. They did not go out for coffee, long around in shaggy clothes, smile laugh or cry. They did not spend midnights talking about dreams and futures only to later fall sound asleep in each other's warm and protective arms. No, a Mormon boy did most certainly not fall completely and hopelessly in love at the age of 18, not with another boy at least.
Yet despite all the obvious reasons that kept telling him over and over again to let this "fling" go and proceed in the perfect path his parents had planned out for him, he couldn't. He was once taught that one should never question a belief, one should never intentionally hurt another person and surely one should never lie. Blaine would be the victor of crime if he listened to all the reasons and forgot about the purposes because he, Blaine Anderson, was completely and hopelessly infatuated with Kurt Hummel and Blaine was ready. He was ready to once in his life be everything he'd ever dared to dream and he would experience it all with the love of his life.
So yeah, Blaine was indeed ready.