But it was good. In fact, it was amazing. Of course, we couldn't see eachother all the time - to avoid suspicious - so we met at Starbucks every friday. On one of those magical dates, it was raining, and Blaine had the idea of walking home in it. I agreed. I didn't even care about my clothes or my hair or my shoes. Well, I did, but not as much as I wanted to run through the rain, hand in hand with him. Our wet hands were gripped tightly as we ran across roads, narrowly avoiding traffic, living life to the extreme in our small town world. Suddenly, he grabbed me and kissed me with a passion I had never experienced before; our tongues dancing together as the rain dripped down our faces. The heat of his body and the cold of the rain was the perfect combination.
However, it wasn't long until the problems started.
"Hey Kurt, do you mind coming over mine tonight? You're the only one in our class that understands anything in french and I need all the help I can get." Mercedes asked as we walked down the hall, arms linked.
"Sorry 'Cedes. I would, but I've got to help my dad out tonight. Since his heart attack, he can't do a lot for himself." I said. I know it was bad to use my Dad's condition as an excuse, but it really was coming in handy.
"Really? I thought Carol had moved in to help you out." She replied, showing a confused expression on her face.
I paused, panicking in my head. "Um... yeah, well, she's going out tonight. Sorry, 'Cedes," I said, then kissing her cheek. "Maybe another time? I'll definitely help you."
"Okay. How about tomorrow night?"
"Sure, it's a date." I smiled, unlinking my arm from hers and turning the corner to get to my next class. That was a narrow escape, and it continued.
"Hey buddy, where've you been?" My dad asked as I came through the front door at nine o'clock at night.
"Uh, just over Mercedes' house. She needed help with french for a test in a couple weeks."
"Oh, okay. You don't normally stay there this late." He replied, showing a confused expression on his face.
"Yeah, we kind of lost track of time, that's all," I said. "So how are you? Feeling okay?"
"Yeah, Carol's been taking good care of me, don't you worry," He smirked, then patted the spare seat on the couch beside him. "Come here, tell me what's going on with you. We haven't talked about that sorta stuff in a while."
"Not much to tell," I replied, remaining stood. "Glee club, school... nothing interesting. I'd love to talk, Dad, I'm half an hour behind on my moisturizing routine. I love you."
I blew him a kiss before making a brisk escape to my room, running down the stairs. I wanted to tell him, but now wasn't the time. We weren't ready.
Pushing open the door, that familiar smell of coffee beans reached my nose instantly and I couldn't help but smile. There, sat at our usual table in the corner of the room was Blaine, headphones in his ears and head down, scribbling away on a pad of paper. I walked slowly over towards him and tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump. He screamed a little, much to my suprise, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." I excused myself, still smiling.
"You're so mean." He replied, standing up to kiss me.
"No, you're just an easy target." I winked, causing him to grin and playfully ruffle my hair. I shrieked, but secretly I loved it.
"So, usual?" He asked as I sat down. I nodded and he went to order my skinny latte, leaving me alone in my thoughts. It's strange how close he and I have become over the few weeks we have dated. It made me feel guilty about keeping my first real relationship a secret from my friends and family.
He returned, cup in hand and a smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, sitting down infront of me.
"I feel guilty." I replied as I wrapped my hands around the hot cup.
"Guilty?" He replied, showing a confused expression on his face.
"I want to tell my friends about us. I just don't want them to threaten to kick me out like I did to Rachel."
"That girl who dated Jesse St. James?" I nodded.
"Well, it's up to you. If you want to tell them, then tell them. Whenever you're ready." His smooth voice was calming in the sea of sound from the people around us. Almost hypnotic.
"But what if they get angry? I can't lose them." I said, my voice quieter than I had intended.
"You won't lose them." He reassured me, holding my hand across the table.
"You can't be sure."
"Why would they want to lose you? You're amazing."
"Guys, I need to talk to you," I said, standing infront of the rest of the gleeks in the choir room. They turned to face me attentively. Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes even showed concern on their faces.
"What's wrong, Kurt? Is your dad okay?" Quinn asked from the back row.
"My dad's fine, don't worry."
"Then what is it?" Rachel asked.
"I wanted to let you guys know that I'm seeing somebody." I paused, allowing for cheers from my friends (and a groan from Puck).
"That's amazing! I need pictures!" Mercedes smiled, rushing to his side.
"I'm not finished," I smiled, putting my hands on her shoulders. "His name's Blaine. He's in the Dalton Acadamy's Glee club."
"Wait... you're seeing a dude from a competing school?" Puck spoke, breaking the silence I had caused.
"How could you do this to us?" Artie asked.
"After what Jesse did? Kurt, this is a bad idea." Rachel said.
"Bad idea? It's a terrible idea! It's like, sleeping with the enemy!" Everyone turned to look at him. "No pun intended!" Finn shouted, rising from his seat.
"Guys, calm down! I'm sure Kurt realises that, right?" Mercedes spoke on my behalf, taking my hand.
"Of course I do. I've been seeing him for almost a month and I've kept it a secret, so I could test it out."
"Break up with him." Finn said.
"No!"
"Dude, it's not fair! We can't go through this again!"
"It's not fair? You wanna know what's not fair? I'm the only gay kid in this school. I thought I wasn't going to get a boyfriend until after I'd left high school, if ever! And now you're telling me to end the one relationship I've ever had? A relationship I'm happy in? I love him, Finn! I'm not gonna end it just because you're convinced he's out to get us! You don't know him like I do!"
The room fell silent, only broken by the sounds of breathing and my sniffing. I was crying. Again. After a few seconds, Finn left the room in a rush, but nobody else moved. Nobody else dared to.
