The raging waterfall was some place people didn't often go to. Despite the fact that it was depicted on postcards for the small town, people barely went, also because in 1922, a young boy had drowned there. The only thing that stood out in the lush scenery was a yellow roadster parked along a lover's lane, with two boys in the car. Two brunette beauties were breathing heavily and kissing, the shorter on at the driver's seat, his black hair gelled back and his hazel eyes burning with lust and desire. Below him, in the passenger's seat, his long body coiled together, was a light brown haired brunette, with gorgeous blue eyes. Their bodies found the other's rhythm, moving in unison as Blaine Anderson continued kissing his boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. As Blaine shifted his weight, he began trailing his hands lower, before Kurt pushed his hands away.
"Kurt, please…" begged Blaine, before kissing Kurt on the mouth again.
"Blaine, I'm afraid to," Kurt gasped as they kissed again and embraced some more, shifting body weight as Kurt began to feel his legs fall asleep.
"Kurt…" Blaine begged again, trying to unzip Kurt's pants. At this, Kurt, swatted his hands away before glaring at his boyfriend.
"We mustn't, Blaine."
Upon hearing this, Blaine leaned back. Angry at his boyfriend, Blaine slammed the car door shut and jumped out. Walking to the ledge and looking over at the waterfall, he looked back at the roadster, whispering, "I'd better take you home." Meanwhile, Kurt was pulling Blaine's sweater over his head, the B patch prominent on the striped cable-knit sweater. Blaine smiled softly when he saw this act.
Burt's Auto Shop stood next to a simple, wood framed home that served as the family residence, with a beautiful yard that was often the talk of the town. Kurt did a good job with his stepmother Carole maintaining the weeds and every spring, planted beautiful flowers that overshined the simple, but comfortable and spacious home.
As Blaine and Kurt stepped on the porch, Kurt noticed his father Burt behind the curtains, peering slightly at the lovers. Kurt smiled before kissing Blaine again and running inside, flopping down on a couch as he stroked his neck and hair, leaning backwards. As his father walked in the room with a glass of milk for Kurt, Kurt frowned.
"Daddy, I don't need to drink that."
"Yes you do, kiddo. It'll give you strength."
Kurt frowned as he grabbed the glass and gulped. He finished off the milk quickly before asking, "Where are Finn and Carole?"
"They're out, but kiddo, I have to speak to you about your school," Burt frowned. Kurt suddenly sat up straight. "What's wrong, Daddy?"
"Well kiddo, the auto shop is struggling. It doesn't look like we're making as much money as we could, and even if we sell our stocks in the Anderson Oil Company, we're only looking at making $15,000…and kiddo, sending you to New York would be expensive. Perhaps you and I could-" He was suddenly cut off by Kurt, running upstairs and yanking off Blaine's sweater, his shirt and his pants before his father found him.
"Kiddo, I'm sorry. I'm trying to realistic. Which reminds me. Why were you and Blaine out so late?"
Kurt, brushing his hair, frowned. "Studying, daddy."
Burt huffed. "I hope so. Boys who are too…too… loose with themselves aren't respectable."
Kurt snorted as he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and Burt followed.
"Now Kurt. Blaine Anderson could get you into a whole lot of trouble. And you know how I mean. Boys don't respect others they can go all the way with. Boys want nice partners." Burt slightly cracked the door, "Kurt, you and Blaine haven't gone too far already, have you?"
From inside the bathroom, between brushes, Kurt responded. "No, daddy."
Burt breathed. "That's a relief."
Kurt hesitated before asking after he spit, "Dad...is it so terrible to have those feelings about a boy?"
Burt snorted before responding quickly, "No nice boy does." He slid down and took a seat outside the bathroom to wait for Kurt.
"Doesn't he?" Came from the bathroom as a reply.
"No, no nice boy." Burt shot back before Kurt opened the door. Burt followed him down the hall back to his room.
"Men enjoy sex and have sexual urges, and good boys dutifully have sex with their partners only to have children." Burt clarified. Looking around the light blue room, Burt looked from the vanity to the pictures on the dresser to the brown bear on the bed before clearing his throat. This sex talk was too personal for him.
Kurt hugged and clutched onto his father in a desperate fashion, with Burt frowning.
"Kurt, what's troubling you?"
Kurt smiled. "Oh, nothing, Dad."
Burt smiled before kissing his son on the forehead. "Okay, well then goodnight son. I'll see you tomorrow."
As Burt walked into his bedroom where Carole had just returned to from her church meeting, he gleefully grabs her, dancing around the room with her.
"I think Kurtie's in love with Blaine, that'd be wonderful! It'd be excellent!" Burt happily spun Carole around while she gigged.
"It's happy to see him happy," she agreed.
When Blaine arrived home, his limping father Ace Anderson was leading a celebration in the kitchen. Music was playing loudly from the speakers in the living room from the record player, and everyone, from hired workhands to managers of his family's Oil Company were happily drinking home brewed beer and eating food prepared by the Anderson family cook, Reva. The celebration was the last thing Blaine wanted to involve himself with, but Ace caught up with him.
"Guess what son?"
"What, daddy?"
"We just purchased a new oil well! It's flowing with over a hundred barrels an hour! Them big Eastern companies - they begin to sit up and take notice of us!" Ace was happy, but he also noticed Blaine had just returned home. Looking at his son's face, he frowned. Ace figured he was with Kurt, a cute kid, but not going to help Blaine attend Yale like Ace. Ace sighed before saying anything. But he knew he had to.
"Blaine, You're watchin' yourself with her now, aren't ya, son? You-you're not doin' anything, boy, you're gonna be ashamed of, are ya?...He's a nice kid, son. He's a good-looker. I've known his folks ever since - well, old Burt and I were boys together. I got nothin' against 'em, Blaine, 'cause they're poor. I'm not a snob or anything like that. The only difference between me and Burt is that I got ambition. You get a boy in trouble, boy, and you gotta take the consequences."
Blaine swatted Ace in the arm and Ace reciprocated, the two of them skirting around the obvious facts. Ace continued.
"We got a future, boy...The first thing we're gonna do, we're gonna get you an education - the best. Four years at Yale...My company is gonna merge with one of those big Eastern companies. I'm gonna put you in there. I wanna put you in there, boy...I'm linin' up a future for ya, boy...Blaine, there is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you, boy. There's nothing I wouldn't do if you do right. If you do right, Blaine. Now don't disappoint me, son." Ace sighed. "I've already had one."
Blaine slowly made his way upstairs afterwards, flopping on his bed and throwing his soccer ball against the wall. They didn't understand, did they? He was in love with Kurt, for sure. He knew it, and he knew his passion was so deep, it burned. In some places more than others, for sure.
Suddenly, he could hear downstairs the door open and the sound of Cooper returning home from a day out. He sighed again.
The Anderson's spoiled, willful, and headstrong, actor son Cooper had been something of an embarrassing disappointment for the family - at finishing school, he broke all the rules and was expelled; then at a university, he went "hog wild" and flunked all his courses; finally, in a Chicago art school, he got "tied up with some cake-eater that gets him into trouble just so she can marry him" - but Ace had it annulled by his lawyer.
Cooper had returned home a week ago as failure for the third time, causing Blaine's father to amp up his desire for Blaine to stay a good boy. Downstairs, the music became louder, but he also heard footsteps and shouting. Cooper had probably come home drunk, to his father's disappointment, and suddenly the music stopped.
Blaine laid in bed as he heard Cooper distant shouting, yelling, "If you think I'm going to stay here in this god-forsaken town and have people laugh at me and gossip about me, you've got another thing coming, 'cause I'll really give them something to gossip about...I hate it here. I'm a freak in this town. Everybody stares at me on the street like I was something out of a carnival...This is the ugliest place in the whole world. Everywhere you look there's an oil well, even on the front lawn."
Blaine slowly got up, slamming the door so he could block out the noise.