Saturday. Two months have passed since mum died - Kurt thinks, staring out of the window, feeling uncertain about his future. The car is filled with bags, cartons and other stuff.

"The moving company brought the furniture in our new home this morning," a low voice says.

Kurt heard that his dead said something, but it's like his own sadness is so much more louder than his dad's words, so he can't understand him. Not as if he is interested in whatever it might be.

Burt looks to him, just for a moment and recognizes his son's tenseness, then he guides his gaze to the road again.

"Your new school is gonna be great. You'll find many new friends easily."

The word 'school' woke Kurt up. He hates that feeling. A dark burning in his stomach, mixed with the urgent need to cry.

Fear.

"Sure," he mumbles.

Kurt blinks back his tears. For him and his dad, the past weeks in this city were absolutely hell. Everybody had given them those compassionate gazes. So his father was looking for another job. He found one in another Auto Repair in a city, a few miles away.

This is their new beginning. It should be.

The school year had already begun and Kurt would go finally to high school.

"Look at this house Kurt! We're home. At last."

Burt stops the car in front of one of those houses which look all the same with those same looking families in it. It makes Burt sad, watching how Kurt looks at their new home.

"So, let's carry the stuff in," he sighs.

Saturday, the first week and we get homework like crazy. Stupid teachers.

Blaine hears how a car stops in front of the house. Usually the cars just pass the building and as curious as he is, he stands up, walks to the window and looks down to the road. There's a crammed car with a man, opening the luggage compartment and a boy opening the passenger door.

Blaine stops breathing for a moment.

Gosh this guy looks good. Let's see what we can set up.

"No dad, I need time, but I can do it. The doctor said that you shouldn't carry heavy things. Let me do this."

"I won't let my child carry all the stuff alone."

"Dad, just stop being so-"

"May I help you?" Suddenly, a boy stands in the front door. He has short curly hair, which he probably tried to fix with lots of hair gel, but one can still see the curls.

His apparition lights up the whole street, Kurt thinks while the boy smiles, as he could guess what Kurt is thinking, and walks a few steps towards them.

"I'm sorry, My name is Blaine Anderson. I live in this house, I thought you two are moving in and that's why-"

"Fantastic, Hi Blaine. I'm Burt Hummel, that's my son Kurt."

Burt walks to him and shakes the stranger's hand.

"Everything in that car has to come in. Here we go!"

So Burt takes a carton and starts to carry the stuff in.

For Kurt it was nearly rude asking a stranger for help – even when he offers himself, but he doesn't want this person to touch his private stuff.

Something at that boy is creepy ... he is just standing there, smiling at Kurt.

Why is he smiling like that?

Kurt is not sure what to do and walks slowly to the car.

"Thanks for your help," he mumbles, takes a carton and hands it to Blaine who takes it and turns around. Unwantedly, Kurt looks at his butt.

Damn this guy looks good.

After they spent nearly two hours with carrying stuff into the new flat, they decided to order pizza and celebrate their new beginning.

"No thank you Mr. Hummel. Now I'm going to leave you both alone."

"I won't let you. You can't play hero for two hours without getting any reward. And we would like to hear thinks about the house, the street and the city. It would be great."

Blaine stands in the door frame, not sure whether he should come in or just leave.

"I really don't know," he whispers.

"C'mon boy. That's what neighbors do. Eating together and having fun ..."

Burt smiles and lays one hand on Blaine's shoulder, trying to push him back into the room that should become their living room.

"But only if everybody is okay with it," Blaine says, staring quizzically at Kurt, who pretty ignored him the past hours. Now, Burt stares at his son too with a forcing gaze, symbolizing that he should say something. Kurt gets the message and sighs.

"Yeah - no, come in."

They're sitting on cartons and are waiting for the pizzas.

"So Anderson. Tell us something about you."

"Uhm ... I'm going to the Brian Brain High School for a week now."

"Really, isn't this great Kurt? That'll be your school, too!"

Kurt nods and starts to look out of the window again. He feels uncomfortable. Everything in this room makes him feel uneasy. This isn't his home and he still doesn't know why his dad wanted that this guy eats with them. Sure - that boy looks damn hot but Kurt just wants to be alone right now, or talk with his mum or just hug her.

Mum ...

This city is a mess. This flat is a mess. This life ... is a mess.

Blaine is annoyed that Kurt seems to be so uninterested in everything Blaine says. And the uncertainty whether that's because he doesn't like Blaine or he is just depressed drives him insane. Finally, the pizzas are here. They eat, while Blaine and Burt are doing small talk. It has quickly became dark and Blaine feels his smart phone vibrating in his pants - knowing who this is.

"Okay, it's late. Thanks for the pizza."

"Thanks for your help."

"Not a problem. Good night."

"Good night Anderson," Burt says and escorts him to the door, while Kurt doesn't seem to notice that they even stood up. Burt opens the door and Blaine turns around one last time.

"Good night Kurt. See you the day after tomorrow in school, I guess?"

Again this one just nods and Blaine leaves really depressed. He hoped for more.

Silly boy. Silly childish boy, Blaine thinks of himself.

After a moment of silence, Kurt takes one carton, puts it close to the window, sits on it and watches the lights of the city. Everything feels so artificial. It's like watching a movie, but not being interested in its story. It's like watching an accident and knowing that it's horrible, because accidents always are. But you also don't know a persons who is involved in that shit, so you don't care about it.

That's how Kurt feels. He knows, something is going wrong. But he hasn't the strength to do anything against it. He lost his strength somewhere between his mum said - I guess I have to leave the two of you alone - and - Look after your dad, it'll be hard for him -

About 20 minutes after that strange boy had left, Kurt sees him waiting outdoors, standing in the dark cold night all alone. Suddenly, another person appears. They hug each other and Blaine takes the person by its hands and leads him in. Kurt was sure that this was another guy.

So Blaine is obviously a gay stallion.