Chapter 2

"Uh…I…you, you dropped it…and just…I picked it up…I shouldn't have… I'm sorry." Kurt fretted, beginning to hyperventilate. Blaine put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, throwing him a sympathetic look.

"No, no… It's fine, Kurt. I… I just didn't think that I could tell you about it yet. It's only been three years." Blaine said, averting his eyes from Kurt as not to show the hurt and sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have read it, Blaine." Kurt said, apologetically.

"Kurt, stop apologising," Blaine laughed, holding Kurt's hand, "you do that way too much."

"So, who's D?" Kurt asked, pulling his knees up to his chest and sitting further back into his bed.

"D is Delia. Delia and I, we were best friends, back in junior high. Alright… we were each others' only friends."

"How did you meet?" Kurt asked.

"I met her on the first day of middle school. You know, when all of the groups form? We were the leftovers." Blaine said. Over a period of about an hour, Kurt learnt a lot of things about Blaine and Delia, and how he really shaped how Blaine is today.

Delia and Blaine met when they were put in the same class at their junior high school, when they were 12. They were outcasts. Blaine was the weird-looking, shy little kid with curly hair, and Delia was the short, chubby, smart one with a slight gothic streak. The two took all of their classes together, even gym, as their school was too small to have separate boys and girls classes. The two quickly became each other's only friends.

"So, how did you come out to her?" Kurt asked.

"Well, it took a lot of guts to do it, even though she was my best friend. I was getting bullied a lot, because everyone was saying I was gay, and I was, honestly feeling like crap. So, I was over at her house one night, this was in late 8th grade, and I had to tell her. We were sitting next to each other, and my words just sort of… fell out. I don't even know if it was even in English the first time. Then I think I cried a little bit." Blaine smiled.

"Wow. 8th grade? In 8th grade, I was still pretending I had a crush on Lizzie McGuire. I really had a thing for Gordo, though." Kurt smiled.

"Me, I was more of an Ethan guy, myself." Blaine looked at Kurt suggestively.

"Do you want something to drink?" Kurt asked, getting up and slowly edging backwards towards the door.

"Water, if it's going, thanks."

"Alright." Kurt turned around and walked out of his room. Blaine sat back, holding his weight on his hands, and closed his eyes. In his mind, he re-enacted the night where he told Delia the biggest secret he ever kept.

"You alright, Blaine?" Delia said, passing Blaine a can of Coke.

"Yeah, I… I'm fine." Blaine stuttered, sipping his Coke.

"B… Have they been giving you shit again?" Delia freaked, putting her hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Delia, don't worry." he said, running his hand through his curly mop of hair.

"Dude, you really need to cut that thing." Delia joked.

"No, I don't!" Blaine smiled slightly, before going back to his air of melancholy.

"Blaine… If they're giving you trouble…"

"I'm gay, Delia." Blaine said, his head still hanging. However, the words didn't quite form properly, so it sounded more like a jumble of syllables spewed by a poor confused little teenage boy. Which it was.

"Huh?" Delia said.

"Huh? Oh, no… nothing." Blaine said, dropping his head down further, wishing he could just crawl into a little ball, sleep and never have to wake up.

"Blaine, that wasn't nothing." Delia shot him a serious look. Blaine tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes only just visible through his mop of curly, black hair.

"Delia… don't look at me like that." He said, before looking back down. Delia stood up and knelt down on the wooden floor in front of Blaine. She looked up at him, the only way she could actually see his face through his hair.

"You know, I don't care. It doesn't change anything." Delia said, noticing the tears in his eyes.

"What?" Blaine said, sniffing slightly.

"I don't care that you're gay, Blaine." She said, grabbing a hold of Blaine's hands tightly.

"You… You don't?" Blaine said, looking up. Delia stood up and sat back down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her while keeping a tight grip on her friend's hands.

"Blaine, it changes nothing."

"You can't tell anyone, alright?"

"I won't. Come on, let's go for a walk, alright?" Delia said, jumping up from the couch and fixing up her t-shirt.

"Okay." Blaine said, standing up.

"Mom, we're going for a walk!" Delia yelled, causing Blaine to laugh, slightly. Delia was very loud, and to those who didn't know her, slightly abrasive. Blaine thought she was hilarious.

"Don't do anything stupid with that boy! God is watching!" she yelled back, coldly, and with a severe element of disdain on 'that boy'. Delia got an angry look in her eyes.

"Delia, don't… It's not worth it." Blaine said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Of course it is. You're the only person worth fighting for. And you know I hate it when she brings up God." Delia said, storming off to see her mother. Blaine followed her, peeking around the corner.

"Well, I was GOING to have sex with him while we were out, but now that your compassionate warning has been heard, we'll just go and talk to Jesus! Because that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Don't you take that tone with me, Cordelia." She snarled.

"Don't you pull the 'God' card on me, then, mother." Delia stared back at her mother with her piercing, blue eyes. Her mother slapped her, straight across the face. Tears began to roll from her eyes.

"His name is Blaine. Not 'that boy.' Don't be ignorant." Delia turned, and stormed out. She grabbed Blaine's hand.

"I'm sorry. Pretend you didn't see that. Come on, let's go." Delia said, on the verge of properly crying as opposed to the tears of pure hurt.

"Your name is Cordelia?" Blaine said, trying to cheer her up.

"Oh, you should hear my middle name. It's Magdalene."

"What, like Mary Magdalene?"

"Yeah. Like 'Jesus' bitch' Mary Magdalene." Delia turned to Blaine and laughed.

"You always know how to put things, don't you?"

"Yeah, like this. Blaine Anderson, it doesn't matter if they call you names, if they bully you, because you are who you are. You're gay, so what? Because one day, you're going to find someone, and you're going to explode with confidence…"

"…like a balloon on crack." Blaine said to himself, finishing the conversation in his head.

"I'm sorry?" Kurt said, standing at the door with two glasses of water.

"Oh, nothing." Blaine said, smiling.

"Did you just say 'like a balloon on crack'?" Kurt said, walking over to his boyfriend and placing the glasses on his side table.

"Yeah. Yes I did. It's what Delia said to me. She said that one day, I was going to find someone, and I was going to explode with confidence…" Blaine said, edging closer to Kurt.

"Like a balloon on crack?" Kurt said, smiling and probably not noticing how close Blaine's face was to his.

"Yep. And here's exactly that." Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, catching him in a kiss at least equally as passionate as the one they shared the first time it ever happened. After breaking from the kiss, Kurt asked a question.

"How do you give a balloon crack?" he asked, a puzzled look plastered across his face.

"It's a nice metaphor, let it be." Blaine smiled.

"So, are you ready for your McKinley transfer tomorrow?" Kurt said, eagerly bouncing on his knees.

"Well, it looks like you are." Blaine smirked, noticing the nervous-slash-excited bouncing.

"What?" Kurt said, cocking his head to the side slightly and raising an eyebrow.

"You're doing that whole nervous bouncing thing." Blaine pointed out.

"Oh…really? I don't know if I'm nervous or excited." Kurt's face fell slightly.

"You don't have to be nervous for me." Blaine said, smiling sweetly.

"But I'm going to be." Kurt said, a slightly worried look in his eyes.

"I know, Kurt. I'll be fine. I hope." Blaine said, staring into Kurt's eyes.

"You're going to be fine."