A/N: I honestly think I didn't write Blaine well enough. But that's just me. You get to see an obviously hetero moment of his in this chapter which makes me laugh every time I read it. Mind you, I'm a sarcastic person.
D/N: The character of Glee within this story are not owned by me.
As soon as Humanities class ended, Kurt wanted to get out of the classroom immediately without anyone's notice. Most of the school knew he was gay. He was out and proud. Any student could see that. But if anyone didn't know, a new flock of information about him would spread quickly again.
The first time he came out at school was October 11th, three years ago. It was specifcally National Coming Out Day and he thought it was appropriate. He thought everyone would accept because everyone is different and everyone loves, he was taught when he was younger. He found that everyone loves and is different in a different way itself.
Kurt shuddered at the memory of people calling him names and being physically mean. Though it didn't bother him that people said mean things to him and about him, the violence was enough for him to send him over the edge. He wanted nothing more than to shove them back and scream at them the best he could, but his father taught him better. His father taught him to just shrug it off his shoulders and walk away. When it came to be too much, get a teacher or faculty member to help. The typical thing parents seem to tell.
Kurt kept walking out of the class, ready to go home. He just had to stop at his locker to get his materials for homework tonight. Little did he know that the new boy was following him, calling after him, "Hey! Wait up!" Kurt opened up his locker and started gathering when the new boy came to his left side and startled him. Kurt dropped his materials consisting of two textbooks and his loose-leaf notes as well as some pens on the floor in shock.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the new boy looked shocked himself and went to get the fallen material along with Kurt.
While both young men picked up the materials, Kurt looked at the other boy who seemed to be talking randomly all while cleaning up. He wanted nothing more than to hear what he was saying as well as his voice. 'What does it sound like? Is he only doing this to be nice? Maybe he's just being the new guy and he'll soon learn how everyone is in this school," Kurt thought.
When the other boy finished helping, he was still talking but gave what he picked up to Kurt and smiled when he finished talking. Kurt took the loose paper and textbook from the other and smiled faintly at him. He brought his right hand to his mouth and brought the hand back down, out towards the other boy, till the middle of his chest, hanging in the air.
The new boy must of not understood that Kurt was signing 'thank you' because he took Kurts hand in his and helped him up from the ground instead. The two boys stood there, staring at each other for a couple of seconds before Kurt began to gather his materials again. After he got everything, he turned to his left again and saw the other boy was talking again. Kurt shook his head softly in awe before biting his lower lip and lifting an index finger.
Kurt didn't know what to do next except to explain to the other boy that he was indeed deaf and couldn't understand a word he was saying. But he didn't want to do it where they were, in the middle of the hallway. He tapped his textbooks, pointed to the other boy then pointed to the general direction of the other boys locker.
"Oh! I need to get my stuff!" the other boy exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair. The other boy put both of his hands out, indicating Kurt to, "wait there and don't move!"
After a minute, the other boy came and Kurt swatted the air and pointed towards the courtyard. The two boys walked out and found a picnic table in the shade. They watched as everyone was slowly leaving campus for the day. The school rules were that all students had to off campus by thirty minutes after the last bell except for if they had after-school programs and/or meetings. This would give Kurt plenty of time to bond with the new boy.
He took out a notebook and some pens. The boy was always prepared. He looked for a page where it gave basic information such as name, birthday, birthplace, school year where he would scratch out the year and write down the next as he continued school levels, hobbies and more. He folded the cover over the back of the spiral notebook and slided it to the new boy. He even clicked a pen ready for when the other boy was ready to respond.
The new boy seemed confused at first, but Kurt just tapped he notebook, pointed at his eyes and then tapped the notebook again. The new boy then understood that he was supposed to read the information. He hunched over and read 'The Basics' as Kurt liked to call them. When the other boy was done reading, he slowly sat up confused and turned to Kurt.
Kurt quickly turned the next couple of pages with an "Ah!" until he finally got to the 'Deaf Story,' once again, what Kurt called it. The other boy began to read again. The story explained that Kurt was actually born hearing. When he as a toddler, he would hear loud rings and static like noises all too often. But as he grew older, his hearing grew muffled until one morning in his early teens he woke up to no noise what-so-ever. He rushed to his father and tried his best to explain to him that he couldn't hear. When his father finally understood, he rushed them both to the doctors where they found that Kurt had gone from Hard of Hearing to completely Deaf.
Now, for a mechanic who lived in Ohio with his only son, money was hard to come by. Kurts father couldn't pay for hearing aids to see if they would help a little, even at all. So Kurt would just have to deal, suffer is what his father thought about the situation, and not be able to hear at all.
"Wow," the other boy said as he finished reading and looked at Kurt, "That's amazing. So you can't hear? At all?"
Getting this question all the time after the stories, Kurt would do an automatic shaking of the head. He reached over for the notebook again and flipped to the front page. He pointed down the line of facts Kurt wrote down and acted like he was writing with an invisible pen, then pointed at the other boy.
"Oh, you want me to write about myself?"
Kurt nodded and softly smiled. The new boy quickly found a new page and began jotting. After what seemed forever for Kurt, the other boy was finished. Kurt began reading but was abruptly stopped by the other boy. He held up a 'wait-a-minute' finger and jotted down again. It was a quick little note that simply said, 'I've got to go. I'll see you later!' Kurt understood and nodded, smiling as the other boy waved and smiled back as he walked away.
Kurt quickly went back to the notebook and read the other boys information:
Blaine Anderson. He had a name! Kurt was excited but sad at the same time. He finally knew the name of the other boy but didn't quite know how to pronounce it. He's never came across a name like his before. He decided to break the name down slowly.
"Buh... Buhll... Buhllaayy... Buhlaynee," where he decided to settle on'Blainey.' Feeling accomplished, he continued to read the rest.
September 19th. Born in Columbus, OH. Junior. Performing Arts. Singing. Dancing. LOTS OF THEATRE! :) Blaine put in caps.
Kurt smiled to himself and closed his eyes. He thought of what most school-grade fools in love thinks at times, 'I know his name and what he likes! Plus, he touched my notebook!'
The thirty minute bell rang and Kurt noticed other students in the courtyard jolting and scrambling for their things before running off campus. He realized he needed to go before he got a detention for staying to long. Now he'll have to reason to stay too long after school if he gets caught. He quickly grabbed his things and had a fast debate in his mind whether to put the notebook in his bag or not. He decided to hold it and be able to read it while in his dad's truck.
When he got in, his father saw the tattered notebook, knowing exactly what happened and why he was late getting to the truck, "So you met someone new today?"
