CHAPTER 2

"Um, Kurt. Can we talk?"

Kurt paused in his footsteps. If he walked away, he'd seem like a total jerk, but if he turned around he would have to talk to the person he hated most. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut in frustration before turning around to see the dark haired boy.

"Yes?" Kurt might have said it a little bit too harshly and bit his tongue immediately.

"Great," Blaine said, a little sarcastically as he was beginning to rethink this. "Well, I just wanted to say sorry. You're not the only one who remembers us being friends as kids and I realized that I was a jerk. Ditching you like that wasn't cool and it's probably my only regret and I want to change that. I want a fresh start and I was hoping we might be able to start over."

Kurt's piercing blue eyes burned into Blaine's as if waiting for this to be a big joke and someone to pour pig's blood all over him. Despite this thought, after a moment Kurt slowly nodded with obvious hesitation. Blaine smiled slightly and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, uh, I guess I'll see you around then," Blaine said awkwardly and began to walk away.

"Wait, Blaine!" Kurt figured that if Blaine was going to take a step forward in another direction, then why not Kurt? "Give me your phone."

Blaine was hesitant, but he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to the taller one of the two. Kurt put his own number into Blaine's phone and handed it back to him. "It's my number. Text me whenever, I guess."

Blaine smiled sincerely and walked away. Minutes later, Kurt's phone buzzed in his back pocket and when he got it out he saw it was from an unknown number.

Heey, it's your new bestfriend (; -B

Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes in amusement.


"I'm home," Blaine called from his living room as he walked through the door.

"Blaine, darling! Where have you been?" His mother's loud, high-pitched voice floated from the kitchen. "Supper is on the table and you're just getting home."

Blaine glanced at his father's blank expression, which seemed to stare right through him.

"I had Glee Club auditions." Blaine sounded very unsure about himself and just wanted to disappear from the room.

"Glee? Is that some kind of club for fags?" Blaine's father's deep voice ran through Blaine like an earthquake. He felt like he was trapped in some sort of room and he just wanted to run but knew he couldn't do that.

"I think it sounds like a fun club." Blaine's mother didn't sound convincing. It seemed as if she hated the idea just as much as his dad did.

"Yeah, well…" Blaine stared at his plate and tried not to cause as much attention.

As he finished eating, he grabbed his plate and threw it into the sink. He walked up into his room and slammed the door shut. No matter what anyone thought of him, he knew exactly what he felt. He liked guys the way he was supposed to like girls. He didn't know why or how he ended up like that, but he did. He couldn't change it and he accepted that but it didn't hide the fact that he was scared what people would say about him. He was indeed "in the closet." Blaine had managed to spend all of high school being on top of things and still staying single. If he came out now, it would destroy all of his hard work. He couldn't bear that much of a change.


Dear Journal,

Blaine and I are friends. Friends? It still sounds weird, even on paper. I don't know why, but he seems a lot more, I don't know, accepting? No, that's not it. He seemed to be really sincere about it, like he had feelings unlike the other jocks that run around this school. He's really trying. I like it.

Kurt Hummel xoxox

Kurt closed his journal when he saw that the late bell was going to ring. Kurt quickly grabbed his things and nearly ran out of the bathroom in attempt to make it to class on time. Luckily, he made it just before the bell rang and took his seat. It turned out that they would be switching seats that day. Kurt hated when they did that, they would sit down and get up then sit in different seats just so the teachers could forget your name again.

Kurt was surprised to find that he now sat next to Blaine, who beamed at him. Kurt smiled back shyly and continued to focus on his work, or, at least, try to. Blaine began to bug him constantly. Every so often, he would just stare at him awkwardly, just to annoy Kurt, or tap Kurt on the shoulder and look away as if he did nothing.

"Kurt!" Blaine whispered quietly.

"What?" Kurt made sure to keep his voice down. He sounded seriously annoyed and really wanted to choke Blaine at that moment.

"Can you pick up my pencil?" Kurt looked over to find it under Blaine's desk and looked back up to see Blaine smiling sweetly at Kurt as if he expected it to change the fact Kurt wasn't going to get his pencil.

"No! You get it."

"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's teacher caught his attention right away. "Would you like to tell us the answer in standard form?"

"35x-6y=28," Kurt said confidently.

"Correct." Kurt's teacher stared suspiciously at him. Kurt looked over at Blaine and smiled confidently. Blaine smiled and chuckled slightly before focusing his attention back on the teacher.


Kurt sat at home that night with his journal open, staring at the blank page. He didn't know how he felt about everything at all. He didn't know if Blaine and he were friends, or what?

It actually wasn't that he didn't know how he felt; he just didn't know how he was supposed to feel about it. He liked Blaine, as a friend. He did. He just didn't know if he was supposed to. Kurt just wanted to slam his head against a wall until he died. That was, until his phone rang and he was pushed out of his thoughts. It was Blaine. At the third ring, Kurt finally picked it up and answered the phone.

"Hello?" Kurt's voice was sounded confused and sad all at the same time.

"K-Kurt." Blaine had obviously been crying and his voice sounded broken. "If we're going to be friends, I want us to be totally honest with each other, okay?"

"Yes, of course."

"Kurt, you can't tell anyone. I mean, not a soul."

"Blaine, I promise."

"I think I might be gay. Kurt, I think I'm gay."