"Burt? Dad please! I love him Dad!" stuttered Kurt, frantically darting his eyes. Burt sighed, "Kurt, I don't know much about this whole gay thing you got going on here but I do know that boy, Blaine. Son he isn't good for you Kurt, I'm merely protecting you because I love you son." Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He stood and walked off up the stairway to his bedroom. Though when out of his father's sight he ran and sobbed into his palms. When he came to his doorway, Kurt leaped into his pink paradise and slammed the door loud enough for his dad to hear. He threw off his socks and leaped onto his big fluffy bed and wept into his many decorative pillows.
After getting all of his frustrations out by crying he turned on his back to stare up at the ceiling like watching the clouds go by though he was even more depressed as he stare up at the ceiling and that he had forgotten that he has hung up picture of his boyfriend Blaine Anderson on the top of his ceiling as if he is always watching over him has he sleep she turned into his pillow once again to be softly. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Lima Ohio Blaine Anderson was cooking dinner. "Mom," he said, "Yes Blaine", she shouted from her home office. "Can I bring these flowers to Kurt? You're killing them you know, you actually have to water plants sometimes" Blaine exclaimed. "Sure," said Mrs. Anderson said sweetly to her son.
Before his mother even finished her sentence, he was off out the door on his bike pedaling away. He passed all the neon bright lights in the town. Late at this time of night town of Lima was glistening with lights. Though it may be small, the town still had lights, and they had lots of them. With every breath he took he pedaled faster by second. He needed time away, time to spend with someone who he loved and someone who loved him back. When he turned the corner of Blackbird Way his attention was suddenly drawn to the pink neon sign. He made a quick left hand turn into the bumpy parking lot and laid his bike in the grass.
As he walked towards the entrance his face became pinker from the obnoxious glow of the sign. Blaine paused as he looked up at the sign which read, "Scandals". Blaine felt this was the wrong thing to do, but he insisted he'd roll the dice. Blaine walked through the large heavy doors to then bump into a guard heavier than the two doors combined. "You gay?" said the guard in a monotonous tone showing he has been doing this for a long time. Blaine was in shock, "Well, uh, I am I guess." he stuttered. "Well you better be. Why, this is a gay bar son." Blaine pushed by the guard to see a club full of women. He walked back to the guard. "What, women? Is this or is it not agay bar?" Blaine said instantly. The guard sighed. "It's DQ Wednesday boy." looking at the guard Blaine shrugged. "What?" "I said DQ, Drag Queen?" he shifted out of the way to let poor little confused Blaine into the night life. Blaine turned and saw everything he wished for in his stupid little dreams. Men swinging, he/she's cat caddying, and Warblers? To his surprise there in fact was a warbler.