A/N: I've had this story idea in my mind for awhile, so I decided to do it. If you are reading my crossover (I doubt many of you are) its going to be more of a fun side story. This story will be fun too! I promise that! All I'm saying is that this story will be updated a little bit more often than my crossover.

Enjoy this guys!

-Morgy

Blaine POV

I'm gay. I know I'm gay. My parents know I'm gay. Everyone in Westerville, Ohio probably knows I'm gay. Being gay never really helped me. My dad hated my guts and basically ignored me from age 14-18 only to acknowledge my presence when trying to 'straighten me out' or set me up with some spoiled rich girl. My mom tried to accept me. She was just raised very religiously. I give her some credit. Besides my parents, I was bullied for my entire high school career.

That's why, after I graduated, I moved to LA. It's been a few years since I left Ohio. Ever since I got here, however, I haven't exactly come out.

I met a really nice group of people who are very encouraging of my music. I have to work as a waiter in a restaurant, but my friend, Wes, got me a few gigs a some local bars.

It doesn't keep me from being afraid of who I really am.

This story needs to begin somewhere, so let's begin the day I met him.

XXX

Walking into the coffee shop that I'm a regular at, I saw four of my friends sitting around one of the tables. I grabbed my coffee and joined them.

"Hey, guys," I said as I plopped down between Wes and David.

"Hey man. We were just making some plans for tonight. You working tonight?" David asked.

"Um, nope," I said after thinking about it for a bit. "And my next gig is tomorrow night, so what's your plan?"

"Well," started Wes, "We figured that it's been awhile since we've all been out, so we're just gonna head to a bar and hang out there. Hopefully meet some nice girls."

"Sounds like fun," I said while nodding my head.

"Well it better be fun, mister. We're doing this for you," said Nick from across the table.

"Yeah," piped in Jeff, "You haven't had a girlfriend since you got out here. Or even gone on a date for that matter."

I nearly choked on my coffee. I was doing my best to hide my sexuality from these guys. I trusted them and all, but even after being friends for a couple of years, they haven't even shown whether they are homophobic or accepting. In freaking LA of all places.

"You guys know I want to focus on my music career," I said praying that they wouldn't force me to go.

"Then you can harmlessly flirt with every girl in that damn bar, but you are going," said Wes.

At least they don't expect me to take home a girl with me, I thought.

"Fine," I said while shrugging my shoulders.

They all cheered.

"Why am I friends with you weirdoes?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Because you love us!" exclaimed the very hyper-active boys.

"Okay, no more coffee for you guys," I laughed.

XXX

I couldn't help but feel nervous when they dragged me into that bar. They were expecting me to, at the very least, flirt with a few girls. How does a closeted gay man flirt with women?

The five of us were crowded into a little booth. I ordered some fries and all of the guys got their drinks. I wasn't in the mood to be drinking, so I just got a diet Coke.

"Okay, man. Do you see any girls that catch your eye?" asked David who was sitting beside me.

I looked around once then shook my head 'no.'

"Well, it looks like you caught someone's eye," said Wes.

I looked up to see a group of girls looking over at us. Every single one of them was giggling. I waved and they all giggled some more then turned to someone I couldn't see.

"That's kind of creepy," I said.

"So? They all probably think you're hot. That's good, man," said Nick.

I just shrugged, "Let one of them come over here then."

As if on cue, a Latina girl strutted over and stopped right in front of me.

"Hey, you're kind of cute. Every single one of my friends agree. However, there are some facts I need to know about you. For their sake of course." she said with a smirk.

"Okay then. What would you like to know?" I asked politely.

"Job?"

"Musician. And a waiter."

"Personality?"

"Nice? I don't know. I'm pretty weird, but I have a good sense of humor."

"Way to talk yourself up," muttered Wes and I hit him.

"Don't deny my awesomeness," I said while laughing.

"Sexuality?" Santana interrupted me and Wes and I literally choked.

"W-why? Why would you ask that?" I stuttered out and all of my friends looked at me weirdly.

"So you're gay?" she asked smirking again.

"Pssh, no." I said while leaning back and pretending to check her out.

"Oh, please, honey. My gaydar is always 100 percent correct. The only reason I came over here was because Kurt was afraid that you would be straight." Santana said with a 'bitch please' look on her face.

Every single one of my friends were looking at me weirdly.

"I, um, I have to go," I said while jumping up and running out of the bar.

Once I got out to my car, I realized that I forgot my keys.

"Shit," I swore to myself and started to head back inside.

Before I made it inside the door, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, sorry about that," I rambled then looked up to see probably one of the most stunning men ever.

"It's fine. I'm Kurt by the way. Santana was sent by your friends to give you your keys. She was too lazy to come outside and made me do it. Great, now I'm rambling." he said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh, thanks for bringing me my keys. I don't think going back in there would have been very good. And I'm Blaine," I said while taking my keys from him and walking over to my car. I gestured for him to come with me and we just sat on the ground beside the car.

"Sorry about Santana. She's pretty forward. Not to pry or anything, but most straight men would have laughed in her face. And most gay men probably would have too." he said while looking at me.

"I have this feeling that I can trust you, so I'm going to tell you something that no one in LA knows." I said.

"Okay."

"I'm gay. I had some trouble with being gay back home, and I know that LA is a great place for me to be without getting as much hate. But after having homophobic parents and an awful high school experience, I couldn't bring myself to come out. It's been three years. I feel so pathetic."

"Oh, sweetie. So your friends all think that you're straight?"

I nodded. "I've been telling them that I want to focus on my career."

He laughed, "Nice, but I think three years is enough time in the closet. I don't know you, but I do know LA. Barely anyone has bothered me since I moved out here. Sure, every once in awhile you come across someone who shoots insults at you, but it's so easy to ignore them and move on with your life."

I smiled at him, "Thanks. I knew I couldn't be straight forever. I mean I don't want to lie to my friends."

"I'm glad I could help you come to this realization. Even if it did start out a little chaotic."

"I don't mind. I like you, Kurt."

"I like you too, Blaine. How about we go get some coffee or something. I just need to tell my friends I'm leaving, and you'll have to drive-"

"No problem," I cut him off, "Go tell your friends that you're leaving. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Okay," he answered and quickly ran back inside the bar.

I laughed at his adorableness and walked over to the driver's side and got in while waiting for Kurt.

Thoughts? Do you guys like this? It's something I've wanted to do for awhile. Please leave a review! I'm doing this at like 12:30 at night... I'll still do a random quetion though!

Random question of the day: What's your favorite type of AU story? I like the cheerio!Kurt nerd!Blaine ones and the ones where Kurt is famous and falls in love with Blaine.