Hey guys, you might remember me from Breaking the Silence, the story about Blaine, who was silent after being abused, and Kurt helped him out of his silence. This story, too, focuses on Blaine, and his struggle with not being out with his parents and living a lifestyle that was pushed upon him.

So, I'm still in the middle of writing it, so please please help me finish it. If you have any ideas, please send them my way, I need major help! Thanks for everyone who is reading, I hope you enjoy it. I always find it strange to see that so many people will favorite it or alert it but not comment, just say what you feel! I love leaving comments if I love the story!

Another Version of Me

Part 1, Section 1

Blaine stared at himself in the dresser mirror that was in his bedroom. His dark curls were constricted by hair gel, but his hair was getting long and the gel could only hold out for so long. He had a long day at school with Warbler glee club practice at the end of the day, so his hair was already starting to look unruly, his curls were starting to spring out on the bottom, and he was already getting a 5 o'clock shadow. He gently rubbed his lower jaw, observing the stubble. He decided he wasn't going to shave, at least for now.

He could see his clean, conservative room through the mirror's reflection of it, the white plain walls that had black and white photographs he took while on vacation in Europe last summer, but his focus was on his clothes and his face, just his appearance really. How he looked like a perfect, dapper, prim and proper young man, a young republican, who would rally with his father for the next campaign, who would go to church every Sunday, and hang out with his girlfriend every Friday and Saturday, and play golf and tennis at his father's country club every summer. He was screaming to be set free from his straight laced life style. His Dalton Academy uniform was constricting him; his tie was perfectly straight and tight up against his throat. He left out a strangled like cough; he felt like it was choking him; his hair was as straight as it would get without a haircut, and his smile…while he had near perfect white teeth, his smile was straining, it was fake; he felt fake in this uniform. He had to rip it off, and he had to do it soon.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson, son of William Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you, and yes, he is running for Mayor," he said with his 100 dollar smile and offered a hand to himself in the mirror. He made a face. That was not him; that was the person he became after years of familial life conditioning him to be polite and friendly and conservative beyond belief. He suddenly grabbed his hair comb and brushed the strands causing the curls to start to spring out all over the place. He then undid his tie and put it on his head as if it was a bandana.

"Hey, yo, I'm Blaine, what up?" he said in a ghetto accent, crossing his arms as if he was tough, before shaking his head and frowning. Not a cute look for him.

"No, not in these clothes," Blaine ripped the tie off his head and threw that along with his jacket on the bed and then frowned. He hated when his clothes were misplaced. He grabbed the jacket and fetched a hanger from the closet and put it away along with the tie.

He was going to remake himself tonight, to not be this prim and proper young gentleman he became by societal and familial pressure, but someone free and out and proud.

He walked to the bathroom, took off his clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the sink counter.

"No, the new Blaine wouldn't do this," Blaine suddenly pushed them off the bathroom counter top and onto the floor.

It didn't sit easy with him, but he ignored the mess and turned the shower faucet on. His parents were away for the night at a church meeting, giving Blaine ample time to explore this new side of him, he had been thinking of creating for the past month.

Blaine took a shower; the old Blaine would be quick and to the point, shower and then get out; the new Blaine would sing and have fun.

"Sooo no one told you about herrr, the way she lied," Blaine sang out as he scrubbed himself with a washcloth and wetting his hair and scrubbing it until the gel rinsed out, leaving his hair curly and soaked.

"Ooh, yeah, I'm showering, ooh, I'm clean," he sang out in his high falsetto voice. He bit his lip trying not to laugh at this new version of himself because it was actually fun. He was making a menial cleansing chore more entertaining by the second.

When he got out of the shower he saw his bottle of gel and smirked, nope, no gel for this Blaine. He was going to go free. He scrunched his hair like he had seen his mother do with her curly hair and smiled at himself in the mirror as he dried his body off.

"Yeah, this is the new Blaine Anderson, all I need some tighter fitting clothes, and some style," Blaine smirked at himself as he wrapped the towel around his body before leaving for his room. He had a secret stash underneath all his polos and button down shirts since he had been planning this for at least two weeks. It contained skinny jeans, fashionable belts, cashmere sweaters, and purple and pink t-shirts. He pulled out black skinny jeans with a white belt and a purple tight v-neck t-shirt that exposed his sparse but noticeable chest hairs and slipped it on, ending it with a pair of black ankle boots and a white scarf. He had a boot collection hiding behind his shiny dress shoes and his Sperry boating shoes he liked to wear with a loose fitting pair of jeans or khakis.

He towel dried his hair before adding a light amount of hairspray to keep down the frizz and smiled at himself.

"Blaine Anderson, you're a hipster," Blaine slid black rectangular thick clear lensed eyeglasses on and smiled, "You are just gonna drive until who knows when, pick a town and find something to do, meet someone."

And with those words, Blaine climbed down the steps and out the door and to his car, and just drove on the highway for two long hours.

He looked at himself in the review mirror, knowing the parts of himself that he left behind were never really gone, but still a part of him. He knew he'd always be dapper, respectful and proper, he was brought up that way, but he wasn't brought up as gay; that was just inside him. Gay was something the bible was against, he knew that, but he knew there was nothing wrong with him and God loved him no matter what. He just didn't want to tell his parents that.

…

Two hours outside Westerville was a small town, Lima, where he finally stopped and settled into a small coffee joint, the Lima Bean, because he was falling asleep behind the wheel and figured now and in this town was as good as any time and place to stop. He sat in his car for a while and examined his curly hair and felt its softness, and viewed his green eyes hiding behind his fake glasses, and he felt comfortable, just as comfortable as in his polos, maybe even more so. He walked in the small shop with stride and confidence.

Blaine ordered himself a medium drip and sat down, pulling his MacBook Pro out and cruised the Internet as he people watched.

He pulled out his notebook from his messenger bag and started working on his math homework. Traveling two hours significantly cut out of homework time, and no one here looked remotely interesting enough for him to want to get to know. He wanted to meet someone like himself, but this was an awfully small town… he should have picked a big city… too late now…

He was scribbling his pre-calculus answers down when a young man about his age walked in with light brown hair, pale skin and pretty blue eyes, wearing skinny blue jeans and a thick sweater with a belt around his torso and some knee high boots with a skull or alien shaped metal zipper. Blaine's mouth gaped open; he was stunningly beautiful.

"Hi, can I get a grande non-fat mocha please," the boy said. He was leaning to one side, holding onto his messenger bag before slipping the cashier money and taking his drink. Blaine wanted to jump up and pay for his drink, but stopped himself, knowing that was too forward and maybe a bit creepy.

Kurt daintily sat down, setting his coffee on the table and slipping his bag over the chair. He sat down, crossing his legs as he bent down and pulled out a notebook, similar to Blaine's.

Kurt sat, staring off, writing a few words here and there, as Blaine watched.

Blaine turned to him instead of paying for his drink, "Hey, I couldn't help but notice your boots, they are really hip," Blaine complimented with a dapper smile. He felt his old self come out. He was a frequent complimenter, even if it wouldn't normally be for boots.

Kurt smiled, "Thank you, they're Alexander McQueen's from his Winter 2008 collection." Kurt gave him a once over and approved of his curly black hair, his cheerful smile, his pretty hazel eyes that were shining behind glasses, and his general fashion sense, especially his ability to spot a trend and know it's in style.

"I'm Blaine," Blaine said as he picked up his laptop and set it down next to Kurt's notebook and sat across from him. This was the perfect kid to get to know. He was gorgeous and most definitely gay.

"Kurt," Kurt just said, watching him amused that he just decided to sit by him with one small compliment as if that invited him into his space when it really didn't, but Kurt didn't mind because he was awfully cute for a Lima, small time guy.

"What a nice name," Blaine said with a smile, "what are you studying?"

"Je suis étudiant français, parlez-vous français? "

Blaine smirked, thinking that was sexy, and purposely replied in Italian, "Wow, no io parlo Italiano,"

"Well now at least we know if we travel Europe, we'd be okay in Italy and France," Kurt smiled, wondering why this guy was randomly talking to him.

"Oh, so we're gonna do that? I'm gonna hold that to you," Blaine leaned into him and smiled charmingly at him.

"In five years, after college," Kurt shook his head and laughed, knowing they were playing around.

"Deal, let's shake on it, good sir," Blaine said and offered Kurt his hand. Kurt looked at him like are you serious, but his eyes were shining as he shook Blaine's hand.

"So, now what are you doing out this late? Don't you have school tomorrow?" Blaine asked as if he, too, didn't have school first thing because tomorrow was Friday, and a 2 hour drive back home.

"It's only 8 o'clock," Kurt laughed, "but yeah, it's really nothing, my dad's dating this woman, she's really nice, I mean I set them up, but now he's spending all his time with her son, because he likes football and sports, it's kind of complicated. Me and him go to school together," Kurt rolled his eyes, used to it by now.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Blaine said sweetly, gently rubbing Kurt's hand before pulling it away. Kurt looked down at Blaine's hand on his, almost shocked that this random boy would touch him, but he didn't let that show on his face as he looked back up at Blaine.

"No, it's okay. I've come to terms with it. He's good, dealing with me being gay and all."

"You're gay?" Blaine asked curiously. Kurt looked at him, accessing whether he thought it was a bad or good thing.

"Yeah," was all Kurt said as he took a sip from his coffee.

"Me too," Blaine said and then smiled at him.

"Let's be gay best friends," Kurt said sarcastically and rolled his eyes and then smiled, "Kidding, that's cool. I wouldn't have guessed, but I guess I'm seeing it now, that shirt is awfully tight," Kurt checked him out, staring for at least a minute.

"I would love to be your gay best friend," Blaine said lightly and smiled sweetly at Kurt, taking up the offer with a grain of salt. He sounded like he was teasing, but he really wasn't. If he was going to have this persona, this persona needed friends, and Kurt was quintessential.

"You're teasing me," Kurt just said with a smile, shaking his head at Blaine.

"No, I'm serious. I don't really know any other gay guy…" Blaine said seriously, looking Kurt in the eyes.

"Yeah, me neither," was all Kurt said and then smiled.

"Okay, then, we're friends now and we're going to tour Europe after college," Kurt smiled and nodded, "Alright, I can handle that."

Blaine smiled back, "me too."

…

Blaine and Kurt were being shoved out the door by the same girl who served them coffee hours earlier since it was 10 o'clock and closing time.

"I can't believe we got kicked out," Blaine huffed and pouted and then smiled and shrugged because it wasn't exactly a big deal, but that meant that Blaine's exploration as a hipster gay man was over for the night.

"Yeah, I know, and my dad won't stop calling. He worries," Kurt shrugged and pouted back at Blaine until he saw Blaine's infectious smile wide and he smiled back.

"You can go if you want, I'll set you free,"

"No, he can wait, I told him I was working hard on my French project because actually I really like talking to you. You're into almost everything I am. Europe, gay politics, fashion, except that you like football, really, Blaine?" Kurt teased, nudging Blaine lightly, which would be the first of many of their touches.

"Aw, I like talking to you, too. And yeah, football. I'll teach you how to play next time we hang out," Blaine insisted.

"No, I know how to…I just prefer not to, I was the kicker for my school," Kurt just shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Kurt? What? Wow, that's pretty amazing," Blaine gushed, his eyes wide.

"Yep and I won them the only game all season," Kurt laughed, "I got my Beyonce on and just loosened up and kicked the crap out of that ball."

Blaine bit his lip to stop himself from laughing but wasn't able to. This was so unlike him. He normally could control himself. He never laughed at people, but he just busted out laughing. He leaned forward and hit his knee with his hands as he cracked up.

"What?" Kurt laughed too and did just the hand movements of the single ladies dance, "She's really amazing. Her and Lady Gaga and Alexander McQueen are my idols."

"You're too cute, Kurt. I wish I could learn that dance and then kick the crap outta the football afterwards," Blaine said and Kurt blushed at the compliment.

"You're on then, football session with one Mr. Kurt Hummel," Kurt affirmed for him and nodded his head.

"Okay, how about tomorrow? No, shit I got some parents stuff, all weekend actually, " Blaine said, knowing he really was hanging out with Madison Montgomery, his girlfriend, and on Saturday too, and Sunday he had church.

"Ok, then after school on Monday, 5 o'clock." Kurt looked up at him expectantly.

"Okay, text me the details, here's my number," Blaine smiled at him, thinking his "gay" life style was going swimmingly well.

He gently reached for Kurt's hand that was holding his phone and took it from him and typed his number in and saved it under his name, Blaine.

"Alright then, I will," Kurt said as he took his phone back and started walking with Blaine to his Lincoln Navigator. Kurt unlocked his car, got in and waved to Blaine as he backed up and left the coffee shop.

Blaine stood back for a moment, watching Kurt drive away and smiled, thinking what a success this has been. He took off his unneeded glasses and tucked them in his shirt before heading to his own car, a silver 2011 Mercedes SL Class.

…

Blaine got home around 12 Midnight when his parents were asleep and heard an earful in the morning about where he was. He was just glad they were asleep and didn't see him slip in. They'd be curious about his new look and he didn't really want any questions. He was glad they trusted him.

Now it was the afternoon of the next day, he was sitting in his bedroom with Madison. He looked at her and smiled. His hair was gelled to the side and he was wearing khakis with a brown polo and a pair of tan and blue plaid boating shoes. Madison was stroking his lap and smiling dreamingly at him. She leaned in and kissed his lips slowly. Blaine kissed back for a few moments, feeling this was necessary just to keep her as a girlfriend, but he would rather not do it.

"We should stop," Blaine just said, pulling away from the kiss, gently pushing her hand off of him as he stood and hid his boredom by smiling at her.

"Yeah, I guess we should," she just said, still sitting on the bed. She was sweet.

Madison already knew his stance on pre-marital sex, it was a no go, and Madison liked that he didn't pressure her, so she went with it, especially since she was only 15 and almost two years younger than Blaine, and definitely not ready for sex, but liked being held and coddled by Blaine. But sometimes she was concerned because why wouldn't a 16-year-old boy even be curious? Because sometimes as sweet as she seemed she was interested, too.

"But we're watching a movie tonight, right? Before bed, before I have to go home?" she smiled, up at him still sitting on the bed, looking innocent and cute. She was pretty, sure, with her light brown hair that was straight but thick and held back by a light purple headband with a lacy bow, she had pale skin and light brown eyes, and was wearing a light purple floral dress with pearls around her neck that had pink roses accenting the beads and an tanish green belt around her torso with and tiny tan heels to finish off her look.

"Of course, Mad, and did I tell you yet that I love your outfit, you look absolutely stunning," he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She smiled in thanks, "You bought the dress for me," she laughed a little. He would randomly show up with clothes or accessories.

He shrugged before taking her hand and pulling her up, "I know, but anyway, are you ready to head for dinner?"

To say he wasn't attached to this girl was an understatement. He's known her for a year now, and has been dating her for two months. They were good friends, laughing about their religious parents and how daffy they could be sometimes, and they would go to political rallies together. She and her family even went on vacation with him and his parents to Chicago for the weekend before they were dating and just friends. His parents and her parents knew each other for years before he even met her at a tennis match for a charity benefit and started dating her many months later.

"Yeah, I'm starving, let me grab my bag, it's downstairs," she said sweetly as she stood with Blaine's help and led him out the room.

"Oh, okay," Blaine said as he followed her, grabbing his wallet on the way out his bedroom door.

…

Kurt sat in another glee club meeting, staring at his phone, nervous about texting Blaine. He hasn't yet and today was Monday and the day they planned to hang out. Maybe he was going to be too late in texting and Blaine already had plans.

Kurt took a deep breath and just wrote the words out, "Hey Blaine, it's me Kurt, sry it's so late, but was wondering if u still wanted to hang today, I'll teach u what I know about football ;) and u can do the same for me" and sent it with tingling nerves in his stomach.

He glanced at Finn and Rachel and shook his head at his "crush" or now "ex-crush" who was straighter than straight and was now living with him yet felt weirded out by his homosexuality. Kurt really needed a break from that, especially since him and Finn were sharing a room.

His phone started beeping, it was a text from Blaine.

"Absolutely, so glad u texted. How is 5 o'clock before the sunsets? Maybe we can watch it together…and then have dinner afterwards"

Kurt smiled at that message, a healthy distraction from his soon to be step brother and responded with the name of a park where they could play…he'd have to steal a football from Finn. He was sure Finn would be so oblivious, he wouldn't even notice it missing.

As soon as Rachel was done singing, Mr. Schue dismissed them. Kurt walked out right away, walking ahead of anyone, not in the mood to talk, just wanting to prepare for his hang out session with Blaine.

It wasn't until Finn caught up with Kurt did he remembered his responsibilities.

"You're taking me home right?" Finn furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, if I have to," was all Kurt said as he fished keys out of his pocket, annoyed with Finn beyond belief.

"I'll just catch a ride with Puck or someone…" Finn trailed off.

"No, I'm obviously going there…" Kurt trailed off in an obviously petulant voice, as he walked ahead of Finn to Kurt's own car.

…

Blaine almost forgot about Kurt with a weekend filled with his girlfriend and family obligations, but he didn't. Kurt and his new lifestyle was on the back of his mind all weekend, knowing that at any moment, he could kick off the bright pink polo shirt or the button down with a tie and wash out the hair gel and be someone else, who he was starting to like, but he had no reason to go that way if Kurt didn't text him. He cursed himself for not getting his number.

As he was leaving school, walking with his friends David, Jeff and Nick, his phone started buzzing and an unknown number popped up. He looked at it curiously before opening the message and a smile came to his face that got wider and wider. Kurt was asking him out, well to hang out.

"What's that smile for?" David asked, putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder and patting it, "Did you find out who our competition is this year?"

"Or is it your girlfriend?" Jeff asked with a smile on his face as they walked to their respective cars.

"Yeah, it's my girlfriend," was all Blaine said as he closed his phone and headed to his car, waving to his buddies with a big smile on his face.

"He must be getting' some," was all Nick said, watching Blaine run to his car.

When Blaine got in his car he responded to Kurt, knowing if he wanted to hang, he'd have to get home quick to get to Lima in time to hang with Kurt since it was far away.

Blaine rushed home, showered, lightly moussed his hair, scrunching it for body and curl definition, and then put on jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a black and red checkered scarf that he bushed together to be a triangle at his neck and slipped on yellow converses with red and black stripped socks. He was out the door in no time, grabbing his messenger bag and his keys. He screamed to his parents that he'd be home late, and not to worry because he's going to be studying for an important exam with Wes.

…

When Blaine arrived at the park, Kurt was waiting on a park bench. He smiled as he approached.

"Hey," Kurt smiled, looking Blaine over, just as Blaine was looking over Kurt, who wore light green pants, a button down shirt with a skull bow tie and a white jacket, but was holding a football.

"Hi," Blaine smiled and started laughing, "You're gonna play football in that?"

"Yeah, well, it's what I wore to school today," Kurt said, but it was obviously a lie. For school, he was wearing a plaid suit jacket and khakis that were complimented nicely with a purple skinny tie.

"Oh, well, that's okay because you look good in it, and plus, we'll still have fun," Blaine gently took the football from Kurt.

"Ok, now go long," Blaine said and Kurt looked at him like really? Kurt didn't actually want to learn, but he guessed he would.

Blaine nodded, "It's fun, now go," Blaine gently nudged Kurt into moving. Blaine played scrimmage games with his parents and family all the time, especially on Thanksgiving.

Kurt slowly moved. Once he turned around the sun was glaring in his eyes because it was starting to set, so it was low in the sky. He held up his hand to over his eyes to block the sun, as the Blaine impressively threw the ball right past him.

"You gotta catch it," Blaine laughed.

"I didn't expect you to throw it that far. You must have brothers or something," Kurt said as he bent over and daintily picked it up.

Blaine smiled thinking Kurt is cute, a little particular, but cute. He's particular too when he's not pretending to be this new persona.

"Ready, I'm gonna kick it… now go long, like even further back," Kurt shouted from across the park as he set the ball back on the floor, but Blaine didn't move. Kurt took off his jacket and set it on a nearby bench. He then loosened his bones and stretched and started dancing the single ladies dance and kicked the ball way over Blaine's head and it hit the ground and then rolled into the lake.

"Holy shit Kurt!" Blaine screamed and ran towards him and just hugged him. "That was beyond amazing! Like epic."

Kurt almost lost his breath and he started giggling and hugging Blaine back. Blaine was rubbing his back and slowly pulled away and blushed before smiling at him sweetly. He felt old conservative Blaine coming back all of a sudden—that was so out of character for the real Blaine, to just run up and hug a guy he barely knew, but to whom he was so very attracted to at least on a superficial level. He loved how Kurt was a tiny bit taller than him, so he was looking up at him right now, and he broke the embrace and looked down.

"Sorry, I got a bit excited…" Blaine trailed off, looking down at his converses and shrugged.

"No, it's okay," Kurt said as his voice cracked in excitement and Blaine looked up at him and just smirked, knowing he made Kurt all flustered.

It was Kurt's turn to blush and he turned light pink and then shook his head. "So, um, that so wasn't my ball, you think we can get it out?" Kurt asked, changing the subject as he started heading towards the lake.

Blaine started to follow and then ran back and grabbed Kurt's jacket and folded it neatly over his arm, going back into his dapper ways.

Blaine ran to catch up, "I got your jacket" was all he said as they walked together. Kurt reached for his jacket, appreciating how delicately Blaine treated it and just smiled in thanks, especially when Blaine didn't let him take it back, but instead draped it over his shoulders.

"It's a bit chilly out" was all Blaine said as they walked, hands nearly brushing because of how close they were.

As soon as they approached the lake, they knew they lost the ball.

Kurt looked down at the water and scrunched his nose, "I am not going in there…"

"I would, but, um, I have no clothes to change into…" Blaine shrugged. He was used to swimming in the sea and lakes when he would go to the Hamptons for summer vacation, so he wasn't afraid of seaweed, salt water, and fish.

"I guess I'll buy Finn a new football," Kurt shrugged. Blaine heard the word Finn and cringed inside, holding in his jealous feelings like he did at home very often. He figured this was Kurt's boyfriend.

"No, if it's really important, Kurt, I'll strip off my clothes and dive in and get it," Blaine insisted. He ripped off his scarf, tossing it on the ground, his new side coming out, but it was mixed with his old, always wanting to please. He started to pull his shirt up over his head.

Kurt licked his lips, checking out Blaine's abs and hipbones that were exposed when he pulled his shirt up. As much as he wanted it, he wouldn't let this guy strip in front of him, it might be awkward.

"Um, that's okay, I'll just get him a new one, I guess,"

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but is Finn your boyfriend?" Blaine asked curiously.

"No, he's my annoying soon to be step brother I mentioned before. He lives in my room and is basically acting homophobic beyond belief at the moment and uncomfortable around me to no end, it's really irritating when he's afraid I'm gonna look at his junk, as if I'm interested," Kurt huffed angrily.

"Oh, okay, well, that's not cool. Is there anyway to get separate rooms? I mean if I had a brother or sister, we wouldn't be sharing," Blaine knew that for a fact, he had two guest bedrooms and a game room, and a music room, a recording studio, and a movie theatre all in his house.

"If I sleep on the couch," Kurt sighed, looking at Blaine, thinking he must understand. He looked almost as average as him, well probably more so, but of the same class level at least.

"If I could, I'd offer one of my extra rooms to you," Blaine said sincerely as he patted Kurt's shoulder as they walked off to their cars.

"Thanks, but it's okay, I'm sorry to unload all this on you. It's just really frustrating," Kurt said not wanting to dive more into the details when it involved a prior crush on Finn.

"I bet. If you need to talk, just call me, please. I'll be there," Blaine said kindly.

"You sound like that song, Lean on Me," Kurt smiled, "But thank you."

"Lean on me, when you're not strong," Blaine sang out, leaning into Kurt playfully as they walked through the park as the sun began to set. Kurt smiled at him, thinking wow, he has a beautiful strong voice, it was deeper than his, but had a nice tone to it.

"I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on," Blaine continued singing, growling out the words "carry on" and then stopped just smiling at Kurt cutely.

"I'm impressed, but crap," Kurt said, looking at Blaine's neck and noticing the scarf he was wearing wasn't there. "You forgot your scarf, let me get it for you."

Kurt ran daintily back to the lake and picked up the scarf and playfully tied it around his neck before approaching Blaine, "Now, I'm a hipster like you," Kurt teased as he modeled in front of Blaine, leaning side to side and then spinning in a circle.

"You're already hip, Kurt, you need not my scarf, but thank you for getting it. Actually just keep it," Blaine smiled as they started walking again.

"It's Marc Jacobs, Blaine, it's expensive, I couldn't," Kurt gently unwrapped it from his neck and stood in front of Blaine by their cars and gently tied it around Blaine's neck, wrapping it around gently instead of putting it in a triangle like Blaine had previously.

"Well, okay," Blaine shrugged, but smiled at Kurt's primping with his clothes.

"Next time, bring me something," Kurt winked, only teasing.

"I think I will," Blaine said.

"So, you still wanna get dinner, I could just follow your car," Kurt said. He wanted to reach out and just touch Blaine's belt loops and hook his fingers on them, but he restrained himself.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a few seconds, enthralled with Kurt's pale blue eyes, not even noticing the red, purple and orange sunset behind them, before blinking a few times and responding, "Oh, yes, definitely. Could, uh, I follow you though?" Blaine asked, knowing he didn't know the area well at all.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt said before turning away and heading to his car.

…

The next day Blaine picked up Madison from Crawford Country Day, Dalton's sister school. He waited in the front of the school with the top down on his Mercedes. He was wearing a pair of black shades as he looked towards the door. They were concealing his disinterest and his distractedness; his time with Kurt last night was on his mind. During dinner, they played footsy under the table—he just loved Kurt's laugh; They discussed Broadway—Les Mis and Rent; they made fun of atrocious fashion victims, and Kurt couldn't help but mention a one Ms. Rachel Berry and her horsey shirts and plaid skirts, and after they left the restaurant, they stood outside beside both their cars and Kurt taught Blaine the Single Ladies dance, getting up behind Blaine, wrapping his arms around him and grabbing his arms and breathing in his ear all to make sure he did it right.

Blaine shook his head to rid his mind of thoughts of a boy when he saw Madison in her school skirt and polo that was embroidered with her school's crest and had knee high socks and black and white saddle shoes. She was surrounded by a group of girls, who were all walking towards his car. They stopped shortly as she said her good byes to them before getting in the car.

"Hey," Madison smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but Blaine gently pecked her cheek.

"Going back to my house right?" Blaine asked as he pulled away and started driving.

"Yes, thanks for picking me up," Madison said, setting her book bag on the floor of the car and looked at him.

"You're welcome," Blaine said as he stared ahead at the road. He was thinking about Kurt, not Madison right now.

"What's wrong, Blaine? You seem distracted or, I don't know aloof," she asked, looking at him curiously. Normally, he was always smiling. Today, he was seemingly indifferent.

"I'm fine, babe," Blaine looked over at her and smiled and reached to take her hand and gripped it. He squeezed it before turning back to the road, holding it until they got to his house. But he wasn't fine, he was faking it, faking his straightness, and he knew he'd have to break up with her soon, but not now because she was just convenient.

"Is it because I won't have sex with you? Because I thought you were waiting for marriage…I, uh, I could, I'm willing," she stuttered out, her face blushing. Her hand came up to cover her face and then she suddenly put her hand on Blaine's thigh and rubbed it upward to his crotch.

"Uh, okay, I guess," Blaine replied, his voice shaky and uneasy as she started caressing him through his pants. Blaine looked over at her briefly and gulped before turning back to the road and driving. He leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs, trying to enjoy this. He should be enjoying this, he's a guy and someone was touching him there. He just let her caress him but wasn't getting turned on at all.

"Am I doing something wrong?" she noticed no response except Blaine's tenseness. "You're not ready, I'm not ready. We're rushing. We're scared and oh so nervous," she said quickly and then laughed out loud nervously as she removed her hand so fast as if she was scaled by fire, but actually she was just burned by his lack of lust for her and his and her fears.

"I'm sorry," he stuttered out, "You probably want to break up with me because I'm stupid and nervous, and that was so awkward," he looked at her uneasy as he stopped at a red light, knowing normal couples, or at least the ones on TV, would be exploring themselves with ease and comfort.

"I,I don't, maybe we should just wait for marriage, like you want to," she said looking straight out at the road. Her face and ears and chest were bright red.

"Maybe" was all Blaine said as he arrived at his house a few minutes later. All he could think about if that was Kurt in the car, he would be hard as a rock and losing control of the car because he was turned on so much and couldn't focus because he was cumming so hard.

You've got to tell me what you think! I need serious inspiration because I'm no where near finished and inspiration is dwindling quickly!