Kurt looked outside as he waited for the bus. His belongings were packed in the biggest suitcase he owned, his clothes were neatly folded and gently stuffed among the other things that could be found in the suitcase. Pictures, books and papers and pens for letters. Kurt Hummel, a young man, was waiting for the bus that would send him off and into the army. He sat in silence and enjoyed the last minutes he would have in this house for a long time. He could hear his dad in the kitchen, talking to his wife Carole, Kurt's stepmother. Kurt listened closely and turned his head, in hopes that he could catch a glimpse of them, just to keep their picture in his mind.

Who knew, maybe he would forget them? It wasn't to know how long he would be there. It was impossible to hear what they were arguing about, but he was pretty damn sure that it was about him. About him and his... his being, if you could even say that.

Yes, Kurt Hummel wasn't "normal", or at least not normal in the way that people would think of. People talked behind his back, whispered and called him names. Kurt didn't mind, he had put up with it for years, but it was a bit different with his dad. Burt Hummel was a respectful man. He was loyal, kind and a loving father, who had always shown his best interest in his son. He loved Kurt, he really did, but when he had found out what Kurt was, he had lost it. Sure, he still loved Kurt, but he couldn't handle it. It wasn't normal. He didn't know how to act around him. Everything Kurt did or said, ended up feeling different to him. As if he didn't even know his own son anymore.

It had hurt Burt a lot to enlist his son in the army, but he felt that it was the right thing to do. A place where his son couldn't act upon his... "perversions", as people said behind their backs. Burt had definitely heard people use that word about the way they behaved.

Yes, Kurt Hummel was gay. It wasn't that bad, right? No, he was wrong. It was apparently something very bad and now he had to be punished. Sent to the army, learning how to be a "real man".

Kurt could see the bus outside the window. It was time. He picked up his suitcase and looked into the kitchen. He looked at his dad, as Burt turned around and their eyes met for the first time in weeks. Kurt had pretty much avoided eye contact with his dad ever since the news that he was about to become a soldier. He loved his dad, he did, but this... this was too much. Burt went forward and placed himself in front of his son. "Kurt..." Burt said and laid a hand on his shoulder. Kurt felt a thrill down his spine. Like it wasn't a touch that was welcome, at least not anymore. Kurt looked at him. His glasz eyes piercing through Burt's soul, making him feel like ice. Burt felt a bit uncomfortable, but luckily Kurt pulled away and went to the door. Before opening the door, he felt Carole behind him. She turned him around and gave him a big, warm, long and loving hug, before letting him go. She kissed him on the forehead and squeezed his arm.

Kurt knew that Carole had struggled with Burt's decision. It wasn't like she had tried to stop it, but she did not understand it. She felt fine with what Kurt was. She saw nothing wrong in it. Kurt really loved her for that, she was understanding. She was the woman that he had missed since his mom had passed away. She was everything he needed in a stepmother and now she was taken away from her, like his own mom was.

Kurt whispered a low "goodbye", opened the door and left for good. He stood there for a moment, looking at his worst nightmare. He could see himself in the camp, lying on a lousy, old and dirty bed, while all the other hunks would be talking about girls and boobs and pussy and he would lie there, all alone. He would die from the physical challenges. He couldn't wear his designer clothes. He couldn't take care of his skin. He couldn't be himself.

He went to the bus and stepped inside. The bus driver was an old man. He looked rough, as if his skin was made out of sandpaper. He gave Kurt one of those elevator-looks and gave him a nod, saying he should get back in the bus. Kurt was afraid that the man could tell by the looks that he was gay. He actually dressed down for the event, wearing a lose white t-shirt, no accessories. He had even borrowed a couple of normal jeans from his stepbrother Finn. He had assured Kurt that they wouldn't suspect anything with a couple of his baggy jeans.

Kurt thought about Finn for a moment. He used to have a huge crush on him (they went to the same school), and when he found out that they were going to be stepbrothers, he was sent over the moon. They had had their ups and downs, but it had only brought them closer to each other. They truly felt like brothers now and they trusted each other. They told each other their secrets and Finn was the first person that Kurt had told he was gay. Finn already knew (the designer clothes and the endless skincare routines had made it pretty obvious), so it was a relief for Kurt. Seeing how understanding he was about him.

Kurt stepped inside and took a look at the others guys in the bus. All kinds: nerds, studs, jerks, small guys and big guys. He was about to go further into the bus, when suddenly he felt something blocking his foot and he fell, as long as he was, forward and he felt all air being pushed outside of him as he hit the ground with a big bump. He heard the crowd laughing at him, and when he got up, he got a good look at the guy who had made him trip. A Jewish-looking guy, mohawk, visible bone structure and a badass look. "What a loser" he said out loud and highfived a guy sitting next to him. The other guy was a bit chubby, brown hair and a bit sad-looking. Kurt shook his head lightly and continued his way into the bus. They all looked at him, laughed and whispered, as he passed them. All seats were taken, and he had to walk all the way to the back of the bus before there was a free seat.

He stood there for a moment, taking a look at the guy who sat in the seat next to his. He was short, had a bit of a tan and he had dark, curly hair. The guy looked up and their eyes met. Glasz to hazel. Kurt could have sworn that it was the prettiest eyes he had ever seen in his entire lifetime.

It took him what felt like minutes before he pulled himself together and opened his mouth to speak. "Is this seat taken?" he asked shyly. Kurt felt like punching himself for that stupid question. Of course it wasn't taken, nobody was sitting there. The guy smiled at him. "No" he said. Kurt gave him a small nod and sat down. He liked the guys voice. It matched his pretty, pretty hazel eyes and-

Oh god, Kurt was thinking too much about this. He had sworn to himself that he would never ever fall for a straight guy again, and especially not in the army (that would pretty much be the worst place ever, duhh). He was thinking to himself, when the guy cut him off. "I'm Blaine Anderson, by the way" he said and gave him his hand. Kurt looked at him for a moment. Blaine Anderson. What a cute name- No, no, don't! Kurt smiled at him. "I'm Kurt... Kurt Hummel" he said and shook his hand. Blaine smiled again.

Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he had thought it would...