Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC (kiss)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I am simply borrowing some of the characters for a little while.
Warnings: Sexual situations, physical and emotional abuse – throughout story
Spoilers: Possible Season 2 spoilers
Chapter: 1/9

Summary: We all know how Kurt came out, but how did it happen for Blaine. His old school was not the friendliest place in the world, how did Blaine cope when he discovered his love of football did not necessarily mean a love of women.

Delves in the era of pre-glee. Kurt asks Blaine how he came out and when he realised he was gay. Blaine tells Kurt his story.

A/N: For the purpose of this story I'm going to discount the episode Blame it on the Alcohol, or at least the 'Blaine thinks he could be bi storyline'. Instead Blaine questions his sexuality when he was a lot younger, before he first came out, so it wouldn't make sense for him to requestion his sexuality. Other than that it fits with cannon. A few original characters thrown in. Set during the summer between Season 2 and 3. I'm going by the assumption that Blaine is around 17 at the present.

Into You Like A Train

"… and then I came out of my apparently transparent closet." Kurt concluded, finishing the unabridged tale of his coming out story.

"Did anyone actually believe that you were straight at that stage?" Blaine asked.

"No one," Kurt smiled, "…well except Mercedes. She had a crush on me and thought I was in love with Rachel when I was actually in love with Finn."

Blaine picked up on the last part of the sentence. "You were in love with Finn? As in Finn your brother Finn," he said in shock. He knew Finn and Kurt were close as step-brothers despite some issues in the past, but his mind had never created this scenario.

"Oh – I didn't tell you about that?"

"No."

"Yeah. It was before we were step-brothers. I actually orchestrated our parents getting together so that Finn and I could share a room."

"Oh my God." Blaine laughed.

"It does seem kind of – okay insanely silly now. But it all worked out for the best. Carole is the best thing that's ever happened to my Dad after my Mum died and it really feels like I'm part of a family again – my old crush on Finn now forgotten."

"Are you sure? There's no latent feeling ready to strike again at some inopportune moment?" Blaine teased.

Kurt leaned across the bed where he and Blaine had been sitting, cross-legged facing each other while they had their chat, and pressed a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

"I'm gonna say no." Kurt supplied as he pulled back, leaving Blaine with a goofy grin on his face that Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at.

"Okay, but maybe we should be sure."

Blaine leaned across the gap this time, planting his hands on either side of Kurt's hips and pressing another kiss to his boyfriend's amazingly soft lips. Kurt moaned as the kiss deepened and Blaine took this as an invitation, swiping his tongue across Kurt's lips and into the other boy's mouth. But as abruptly as the kiss began, Kurt pulled away.

"So how did it happen for you?"

"How did what happen?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt sighed. He really did love the boy in front of him, but Blaine could be extremely dense sometimes. "How did you come out?"

"I've told you that before," Blaine said, acting nonchalant, but Kurt could see the apprehension in his boyfriend's warm hazel eyes.

"No you haven't," Kurt pressed. "You just told me that you came out in your freshman year."

"Oh."

"So?"

"I don't know if you want to know, Kurt. It's not a happy story."

"Coming out stories rarely are. But I do want to know. I want to know everything about you."

"Not this," Blaine murmured quietly, eyes downcast.

Kurt reached out a hand, tilting Blaine's face up with a finger under his chin. He could see the pain reflected in the other boy's face. "All right, you don't have to tell me. If you really don't want me to know I won't push."

Blaine was silent for a moment. "… okay then. If you really want to know."

Kurt smiled inwardly, reverse psychology always worked.

Blaine let out a long exhale of air. "It's a long story."

"I have time."

"Okay." Blaine leaned back onto the pile of cushions perched at the head of Kurt's bed, gesturing for the other boy to join him. Kurt positioned himself so that his head was pillowed on Blaine's chest, lower body resting comfortably to the side so he didn't crush the other boy. Blaine wrapped an arm around him and began his story.

"I don't think I always knew I was gay – well maybe on some subconscious level – but it wasn't a gradual realisation like what happened with you. I was never really into effeminate stuff when I was a kid. The only dolls I played with were GI Joes – I even used to play with toy cars and army men. Hell, I even played football and hockey and just about every other sport in middle school. I was even pretty popular, I had a lot of friends. The only thing that was maybe indicative was that I liked singing and performing – a lot. And it didn't matter to me if I was singing a girl's song or otherwise.

"So what I'm saying is that my being gay wasn't something I always kind of knew – one day it just literally hit me.

()

Middle school – Blaine aged 13

Blaine let out an 'oomph' as Jacob collided with him head on, sending them both crashing to the ground and knocking the wind out of him. Blaine grinned up at his best friend once he managed to get his bearings.

"Hey Jake, what's up?"

"My Mom said yes, we can totally have a sleepover in a tent in the backyard. Awesome right?" Jacob said excitedly.

"Totally awesome," Blaine echoed weakly, "but um – can you get up, Jake? You're kind of crushing me."

"Oh right, sorry man." Jake immediately jumped to his feet. Blaine missed the warmth for a second before a hand was offered to him, pulling him up from the ground. Jake brushed the grass of Blaine back – Blaine blushing when his friend's hand came dangerously close to his ass.

"So football?" Jake inquired, holding up the ball he had discarded before attacking Blaine.

"What?" Blaine asked, not quite catching Jake's words, more focused on the mouth they were coming from.

"Football?" Jake said again, more slowly this time as though talking to a very young child.

"Um?"

"Dude, are you okay? I didn't hit you that hard did I?" Jake waved a hand in front of an unresponsive Blaine. He clicked his fingers a few times before the shorter boy managed to shake himself out of his stupor, pushing his curly locks out of his eyes.

"Right, football. Sure let's go. I have to be home before six though otherwise my Mom will have a fit." Blaine said in a rush.

Jake just chuckled before running off to the other side of the oval. Blaine spacing out was not really that much of an unusual event, his friend always had his head in the clouds.

As Jake ran away Blaine felt his eyes being drawn downward. Jake was wearing tight football shorts which bunched up his thighs as his strides lengthened. Blaine felt his face getting hot. What? He shook his head to clear it. He was just a little dazed from the fall. But as they continued to kick the football, Blaine couldn't help but notice some other things about his friend – like they way he flicked his bangs out of his eyes, those really pretty dark eyes. And the way his t-shirt clung to him tightly and darkened from the sweat patches that grew as the hot sun continued to beat down.

At five Jake called it quits, saying he was tired and had some homework to finish. As he and Blaine started their journey home – their houses were both on the same street – Jake started a conversation that Blaine realised he was not comfortable with at all.

"So, Melissa Edlund was looking pretty hot today at lunch."

Blaine thought back to Melissa sitting in the cafeteria eating her lunch, to him she had looked the same as she always did – just wearing a lower cut top.

"I didn't really notice."

"Oh come on, her top was so low you could practically see her bra."

"Oh."

"I was thinking about asking her out actually," Jake continued, ignoring Blaine's lack of response.

As the words registered, Blaine felt a pang of something clench in his stomach. If he didn't know better he would have said it was jealousy. "Oh," was all he could say again.

"So, do you think she'll say yes?" Jake inquired.

"I don't know."

"Well, you talk to her – has she ever said anything about me."

"I don't know, Jake."

"Anything."

"I said I don't know," Blaine snapped.

"God, what's got your panties in a twist?" Jake asked, shocked. Blaine never snapped, he was always so cheerful and full of energy that Jake often joked a small town could be run on energy siphoned from his friend. Now Blaine just looked tired and annoyed.

"Nothing."

"Whatever."

They had reached their street. Jake gave a half-hearted wave to Blaine before heading down his driveway. Blaine continued a bit further down the road before coming to his own house. He let himself in and went straight up to his room.

As soon as he entered Blaine flopped face down on the bed, heedless of his sweaty state. His mind was too busy racing to pay any attention. He had just spent the whole afternoon staring at his best friend in a totally not friendly way. And he had felt something akin to jealousy when Jake had mentioned asking Melissa out.

A girl. A girl Blaine didn't find appealing in the slightest. Come to think of it, he had never really found any girl overly appealing, but he had never had a crush on anyone before. He just assumed he wasn't ready even though some of the guys he knew were already talking about sex – most of them were probably lying, but still. Now he thought Jake was attractive. Woah. Where the hell did that come from?

Well Jake did look especially good today in his tight shorts and t-shirt and – Oh my God, Blaine thought, he had just thought his friend looked hot. Like really hot, like want to touch hot.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was attracted to his best friend. His male best friend. He couldn't be.