Oh whoa, did Rosy really update one of her fics?

YUP.

Yes, I know, I haven't updated for about two months now. I've been VERY distracted. I'm so sorry, and thank you for sticking with me! I really don't have any other excuse, but again, I am VERY sorry. I plan to finish this fic , and "Honey, Honey," but sometimes it's tough.

Anyways, about this chapter. It's a bit shorter than the last two, and I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed, but lots of it is filler. I just really wanted to update. :|

Also, thanks to "cuter-than-a-guinea-pig" for informing that there was in fact no Queen during WWII, as her father was still the King. Thank you! Please, don't hesitate to correct me in anything! It just helps me learn. :) And if something doesn't make sense, feel free to ask!


"Blaine! Blaine Anderson, open this door right now!"

Blaine groggily raised his head from his soft pillow, instantly shuddering as the warmth left the back of his head.

"Alright Mercedes, keep calm!" He shouted back, stepping out of bed carefully.

"Hurry up, I have stuff to do!" Mercedes rapped on the door.

Blaine groaned, wiping the sleep out of his eyes as he crossed the room opened the door. "Yes?"

"Your mother told me to wake you. We're going to the Schuester's this morning, remember? Your father wanted me to make sure you wouldn't sleep until noon again," she smirked.

"So..." Blaine glanced out his window. The sun was just barely over the hills. "...You decided it best to wake me at the crack of dawn?"

"Hm, I suppose you could say that." Mercedes grinned. "And since you're up, maybe you could help me with some chores?"

Blaine leaned on his doorframe, smirking back. "You can't be serious."

Mercedes snorted. "Well, it would compensate for leaving me alone with Rachel all day yesterday," she raised her eyebrows.

Blaine stifled a laugh. "Is she really that dreadful?"

"No, she's fine! Just very..." Mercedes searched for the right word. "Loud?"

They tried to hold it in, but Blaine and Mercedes burst into hushed laughter, which echoed through the hall.

"Anyways..." Mercedes started one they'd caught their breath. "About those chores..."

Blaine faked a sigh, looking down at Mercedes's puppy dog expression. "Alright," he submitted, "I'll be right down."

"Thanks mate!" Mercedes grinned playfully, heading back downstairs.

Blaine smiled to himself, shaking his head, before moving back into his room to get into work clothes.

"So, what did you do with Kurt yesterday?" Mercedes asked as they headed out to the backyard, holding baskets.

Blaine shrugged, skipping a little ahead of her to approach one of their apple trees. Reaching up, he picked a ripe apple off the tree and let it roll around in his hand. "Talked. Saw Nick and Jeff. Nice bloke."

"Is it true you fell asleep?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow as she plucked a ripe apple and placed it in her basket.

Blaine scoffed and paused the apple he was about to sink his teeth into. "Who told you?"

Mercedes snorted. "Kurt. It's quite amusing, really. He seems to be very fond of you."

Blaine smiled, biting into the fruit. He examined the tree for more ripe apples with his free hand, carefully placing them in the basket. "I'm glad. He's very...interesting."

"Hm?" Mercedes asked.

Blaine furrowed his brow, searching his head for the word that described Kurt best. He shrugged. "Not sure. He's just very...interesting."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Alright, we'll go with intersting."

Blaine laughed along, moving to the other tree.

"Y'know who else is interesting?" Mercedes asked, looking at nothing in particular. "Quinn."

Blaine choughed in surprise, almost choking on his apple. Gathering his composure, he straightened up, grimacing at Mercedes, who was quite amused.

"She's not interesting," he grumbled. "Not in the least."

"That's not what your mother would say..." Mercedes hinted, Blaine freezing at the phrase.

"Is it not?" Blaine asked, quite obnoxiously. His mum was in love with Quinn, and the Fabrays. He knew that. He also knew how proud marrying Quinn would make them and, especially as he was maturing, making his parents proud was always the thing on Blaine's mind these days.

"As much as would I like to dispute the fact, she's quite lovely. And bright. She's a right gem, as Nick and Jeff would say," Mercedes added, receiving a chuckle from Blaine. "So why not?" Blaine hesitated. "...Unless you have someone else in mind?" Mercedes added.

"Well..." Blaine mumbled, trying to think of the best response to this question. "No. Not particularly."

Mercedes gave a sympathetic smile before turning back to the apple tree. "I'm only trying to help. After all, it's your mother who fawns over Quinn day and night. And while she's not really my cup of tea..." Mercedes shrugged. "She's...wholesome? I suppose?"

Blaine laughed at his friend. "Mercedes, this conversation is going nowhere."

Mercedes smiled as she plucked another fruit from the branch. "I'm merely reminding you of the situation you're in."

"Oh, fantastic," Blaine smirked. Mercedes laughed, snagging one more apple from the tree before pulling Blaine into the house.

"C'mon, we still have more chores before the others wake up."

"...Like what?" Blaine asked cautiously.

Mercedes shrugged, holding back a grin. "Mucking out the horses?"

Blaine threw his head back and let out a groan. This was going to be a long morning.


When the sun was high in the sky and everyone had eaten their fill of breakfast, everyone got dressed up and gathered to go to Professor Schuester's house for lessons.

"Have fun everybody!" Blaine's father shouted from the porch as Blaine, Kurt, Rachel, Finn, Sam, and Mercedes all gathered at the porch.

"We will, father!" Blaine called back.

"And give Quinn our best, Blaine!" Mrs. Anderson waved.

Blaine turned to give her a forced smile and nod, before leading the group down the path. The Schuesters lived across the lake, which meant they'd have to walk around the perimeter of the body of water, much to their despair. Fortunately, the sun wasn't shining too brightly- just enough to make the water sparkle and the leaves glisten in the breeze.

...And to make Kurt's eyes shine a bright aqua, Blaine noted as he studied the boy walking next to him. Kurt's eyes were lovely, Blaine had come to realize. How they changed, but still stayed the same. Blaine decided he like this blue best, though. It was as if the crisp shimmer of the lake had met the smooth sure tone of the sky.

Blaine turned ahead when he realized he was staring. Unfortunately, with the silence that was already between them, Blaine found this task easier said than done.

"Um...excited?" Blaine asked, causing Kurt to look tear his eyes away from the tempting, cool water.

"Yes," Kurt said, trying hard not to look directly at Blaine. He didn't know why, but every time he took in Blaine's somewhat charming features, Kurt got this fluttery feeling he just couldn't describe further. "It's very kind of him, the Professor," Kurt noted. "It's not as if he has any obligation to educate us."

Blaine nodded, smiling softly. "Professor Schue is quite the wizard. And he always welcomes friends, I'm sure he'd love to have all of you. Well, at least you, Kurt," he finished with a smile.

Kurt felt himself blushing at this. Even more so, when Blaine noticed his flushed appearance and began to laugh. He didn't know why, but...Kurt was adorable. Spectacularly so. It was...somewhat intriguing.

"What exactly are we doing today?" Rachel asked as she approached the two, pushing herself between them. Kurt found himself rolling his eyes, Blaine biting back a laugh.

"Uh, well, Professor Schue might teach some mathematics or grammar..." Blaine said thoughtfully. "Mrs. Schue sometimes uses the class to give us lessons on etiquette and dancing, but she's with child. So she only gives us lessons once in awhile. And we always spend some time singing. Professor Schue has a right talent for singing. You see, he taught a boy's choir for some time."

"Is that so?" Rachel blinked up to him, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Um...Yes. It is." Blaine nodded, evidently perplexed by this situation. Yes, she was a lovely girl, but...Blaine wasn't really a fan of her looking at him like that.

And though seemingly no one could tell, Kurt wasn't the biggest fan of Rachel right now either. Looking over her head, Kurt shared a strained smile with Blaine, and they continued to walk, listening to Rachel rant on all the way.


Before too long, they had reached The Schuester's. It was a quaint white house, very put together and old-fashioned. Small fruit trees scattered the lawn, as did many areas in the country, and various flowers were planted in the front garden, giving off a sweet aroma that seemed to lighten the air.

Blaine led the group up to the front door, and placed a hand on the door knocker, the elegant, aged brass lion staring straight back at him. Blaine knocked once, twice, and a third time, before stepping back off the mat to wait.

After only a few moments, the door swung open to reveal a smiling, dignified-looking man. Fair skinned with light brown curls, wearing a casual knit vest over a white shirt and tie. Kurt couldn't help but stare at this man in wonder. By Blaine's description, Kurt imagined the professor to be wise and gray, withered with age. Yet he seemed young and content with life as ever.

"Blaine," Professor Schue chuckled, grabbing Blaine's hand to shake it firmly. "It's been long enough."

"I know, Professor," Blaine apologized.

"I've told him enough times," Mercedes chirped, appearing beside Blaine with a coy smile on her face.

"And Mercedes!" Professor Schue laughed, shaking her hand as well. "Well, that's quite alright. You know I don't demand anything from you other than living to your heart's content. Even if that may be slacking off," he teased, before looking behind Blaine at the group of adolescents on his doorstep. "And I see you've brought friends?"

Blaine nodded, moving aside to refer to the group. "Professor, these are the evacuees we've taken in. Kurt, Rachel, Finn, and Sam," he gestured, respectively.

"Very pleased to meet you all," Professor Schue assured them. "Now, shall we get started on our lesson?" He said, before motioning them into the house. "It's fortunate that you arrived when you did. We were beginning to get impatient," he said as he closed the door.

"We?" Blaine asked, looking slightly worried.

"Yes, Nick, Jeff, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and of course myself and Emma," the professor nodded, leading them through the house.

Blaine groaned into his hands. This was definitely not what he needed right now.

"Here's the living room," Professor Schue pointed out for the newcomers. "The kitchen. The lavatory. Guest room, closet-" he paused as he began to climb the stairs, the other trailing behind.

"Up here is another loo, my bedroom, and that's the room we use for our study," he pointed at a closed door. "Any questions?"

"Sir?" Rachel piped up.

"Yes?"

"Where do those stairs go?" Rachel asked, pointing to a flight of stairs at the far end of the hall.

"Ah," Professor Schue began. He took a step closer to the students, lowering his voice just slightly. "You are now living a very complicated part of your life during very complicated times in our world. That, my children," he pointed to the stairs, "leads to the attic. If you ever want to talk in private or even just escape our cluttered world for awhile, you need only ask to use the attic, and I will gladly let you have some time there."

The "children" looked up at the professor in a mix of amazement and gratitude, to which he just smiled in response. "Alright then," he began, clapping his hands together, "shall we begin our lesson?"

He turned to open the door to the study when the door swung open, causing the Professor to stumble at the sudden loss of support from the doorknob.

"Blaine! Mercedes!" Asked Jeff, peeking his capped-head out of the doorway.

"And Kurt!" Said Nick, pushing Jeff aside in order to be seen by the others.

"We thought we heard you!"

"About time, too! It's nearly lunch!" Nick exclaimed.

"Aye, who's this, then?" Jeff asked, gesturing to the Rachel, Finn, and Sam.

"They're new as well, aye?"

"They could join us for lunch!"

"I could do with a spot of lunch, eh, Professor?" Nick elbowed Professor Schue with a grin.

The Professor grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the two. "Come on in everyone," he gestured them into the room, which had blue walls and shelves of books along one wall. In one corner of the room was a stack of pillows to sit on, and at the front of the room was a chalkboard, a pile of slates, and a bucket of chalk to write with.

Blaine walked into the familiar room with deep anxiety. For, standing there next to the bookshelf, examining the literature inhabiting it, was a lovely girl with fair skin and hair, eyes green as willows of the country, and delicate pink lips that were probably treasured by many.

And yet...Blaine didn't feel a thing.

Yes, he'd tried. Especially over the past year, Blaine had genuinely tried his hardest to love Quinn. But...something just wasn't there.

Quinn suddenly peered up from her book, smile forming onto her face. "Blaine!" She squealed, jumping over and hugging him with delight. "Sit with me," she insisted as they broke apart, despite Blaine's masked look of distaste.

Kurt watched as the lovely girl pulled Blaine down onto a pillow, next to two other pretty girls: a blonde one, who held a small doll and was tying up its hair with a ribbon, and a darker-skinned girl, with jet-black hair and bored expression on her face as she stared at the floor in front of her.

"Brittany, Santana, Quinn, Nick, and Jeff, meet Rachel, Finn, Kurt, and Sam," Professor Schue gestured to the new faces. Nick and Jeff were already waving furiously as Santana looked up from the floor, as did Brittany from her doll and Quinn from Blaine.

"Hi," Santana muttered, uninterest evident in her voice.

"Hiya," Brittany smiled, blinking up at them.

Quinn smiled almost coldly at the newcomers. "Hello."

Both Finn and Sam seemed to be stunned at these new faces, which came as no surprise to Nick, Jeff, and Mercedes, who snickered at the sight.

Kurt felt shy and unsure again in this new space, when he caught Blaine's eye. The boy smiled warmly and offered for Kurt to sit next to him. Returning the smile, Kurt followed the others to grab a pillow and place it on the floor next to Blaine. After everyone was situated, Professor Schue stood up next to the board.

"Alright, today on the lesson plan, some..." he paused to write on the board, "...history."

Jeff and Nick groaned loudly, pretending to bash their heads in with their slates.

"Oh, come off it now, history is very interesting," the professor insisted, only making the boys snort in distaste. Professor Schue bit back a scowl, and continued on with his lesson. "Alright, now does anyone know our national anthem? 'God Save The King?'"

Kurt shot his hand up proudly. Though the school he went to was complete rubbish, his mother was an educated woman, eager to teach Kurt all she knew.

"Ah, Kurt? Are you familiar with all the lyrics?"

Kurt nodded, beaming up at the professor.

"...Would you mind sharing with us?" He asked.

Kurt suddenly seemed hesitant, not sure if he was prepared to sing in front of all these new people. Yes, he sang a lot at home. But when his father left to serve, the house was unsettlingly empty, and music didn't really float around as much.

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, who gave him a reassuring smile.

And, Lord, Kurt didn't know why, but he knew he had to do it then. For that smile.

"Alright," he nodded, getting up to step over to where the professor stood. He faced the group, taking in a deep breath. Blaine shot him one more smile, which Kurt just couldn't deny any longer. Taking in a deeper breath, he opened his mouth to sing.

God save our gracious King,

Long live our noble King,

God save the King:

Blaine's smile drifted off his face, and was replaced by a gasp. He'd never heard someone sing like that, especially the national anthem. Kurt sang with deep emotion, letting the unusually high notes gently float from his lips.

Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us:

God save the King.

Kurt paused for a moment to glance nervously at Professor Schue, who motioned for him to continue.

O Lord, our God, arise,

Scatter his enemies,

And make them fall.

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks,

On Thee our hopes we fix,

God save us all...

Blaine was in awe. Never had he ever heard something as breathtaking as Kurt's voice, and never had he been so amazed by someone before. He longed to hug Kurt, to hold him, to break down into tears in his arms, though he had not a clue why.

So he sat there, staring at this beauty before him right through the song.

...To sing with heart and voice

God save the King.

Applause broke out in the room, and Blaine snapped out of his trance, clapping and smiling along.

Though he was sure he'd never felt so intimidated in his life.

"Kurt!" Professor Schue smiled, walking over to shake Kurt's hand. "That was brilliant! You have a remarkable voice!"

Kurt blushed. "Thank you, Professor. I love to sing."

"Well then you'll love the choir lessons we have!" The professor chuckled, patting Kurt's back firmly before walking back over to the board and rolling the chalk between his fingers. Kurt shuffled back over to where he was seated next to Blaine.

"I wasn't complete rubbish, was I?" Kurt asked him, slight smirk evident on his face.

Blaine turned to him, and damn, there were those powerful blue eyes again. "Uh...yeah. I mean, no- wait..." Blaine took a moment to compose himself. "Kurt, you sing beautifully. Really. I'm amazed," he smiled.

Kurt blushed back, knowingly more flattered than he should be from this compliment. "Thank you, Blaine."

"Anytime," Blaine said. Kurt nodded once more before directing his attention towards the chalkboard, leaving Blaine sighing in relief. Why did he find Kurt so fascinating? What was this funny feeling building up in his chest, making the room way too hot for his taste?

Blaine shook his head, trying to focus on whatever the professor was scribbling on the chalkboard, but found it nearly impossible when he could practically feel Kurt's piercing blue eyes looking right through him.


"...And that's why, in 1812..."

The professor droned on with his lesson, when he was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, which drew everyone's attention toward it.

Professor Schue rolled his eyes, already annoyed enough by Nick and Jeff's antics. "Yes?" He sighed, looking up from his history book. "Come in."

The ancient oak panel creaked open to reveal a woman with firey red hair and big, bright brown eyes. She wore a yellow dress that had a shapely bump halfway down her body, which she rubbed profusely.

"Emma," the Professor breathed, his face lighting up at the sight of this woman. Kurt could tell immediately that she was his wife, just by the way he looked at her. It made Kurt smile, how two people could love another so much.

"Is everything alright?"

"Everything's just fine, Will," Mrs. Schue assured her husband. "I just wanted to remind you to release the children before too late."

"Oh Lord, what time is it?" Professor Schue asked, pulling out his pocket watch. "Cor! It's nearly two! Thank you dearest!"

"Of course." Mrs. Schue smiled, closing the door behind her as she made her way back down the hall.

"Oh, my momma wanted us to be home by two-fifteen to help with chores!" Mercedes gasped to Rachel.

"Go ahead, Mercedes. You won't be late if you leave right now. Thank you for coming today."

"Of course, thank you Professor," Mercedes said, getting up to put away her slate and chalk.

Rachel followed suit. "Are you coming too?" She asked the boys.

Sam just nodded, keeping his head down as he got up.

"Uh...yeah, sure," Finn agreed. And soon after, the four were out the door, leaving Kurt sitting quietly by himself as Quinn continued to fawn over Blaine. Nick and Jeff were keeping themselves busy with Santana and Brittany, drawing scribbles all over their slates.

"Well..." Professor Schue smiled awkwardly. "Class dismissed!"

Nick and Jeff grinned broadly, leaping up to put all their stuff away. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany did the same, all making their way out the door as quickly as possible, calling goodbyes and thank yous as they left.

"We'd love to stay, really!" Nick insisted as he ran out.

"But mum just harvested the last of the cherries, and cherry pie doesn't last all day!" Jeff shrugged, tipping his cap at the Professor.

Blaine got up, stretching his legs and loving the sudden spark of freedom Quinn's absence had just provided. Smiling slightly, he looked down at Kurt, who was still sitting on his pillow, near falling asleep from sheer boredom. Frankly, he looked too adorable to disturb. But Blaine really didn't want to risk a lecture about climate and whatnot from Professor Schue, so he figured they'd better leave soon.

"Y'alright?" Blaine asked Kurt.

Kurt jerked his head up at Blaine's voice, his bright smile instantly taking Kurt from his drowsiness.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm alright," Kurt dazedly insisted. He yawned, and Blaine couldn't help but smile even more from how cute it was. "Here, I'll take your slate," Blaine said, reaching for Kurt's slate and chalk in his lap.

"Oh no, it's alright, I can-" Kurt began, not wanting to seem spoiled.

"-No, I insist," Blaine said, taking the slates under his arm.

Kurt smiled, getting up to brush himself off. "Thank you."

"But of course," Blaine returned the smile, walking over to the front of the room to put their things away. When he returned, the two bid their goodbyes to the Professor, and made their way out, JUST missing an exciting tale of how the geese migrate.


Blaine lead Kurt out the door of the Schuester's house, stretching his arms out as he stepped into the crisp air. Kurt just grumbled sleepily behind him.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned.

"Hm?" Blaine asked.

"Walking," he returned, rolling his eyes about.

"...Hm?" Blaine repeated. "What about it?"

" 'S rubbish," Kurt muttered, crossing his arms. "It's not fun."

"Don't you walk much at home?" Blaine asked.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut, staring only in front of him.

Blaine let his head hang. He figured Kurt must be getting homesick again. God, why was he so dumb when it came to this? And why did he feel so horrid whenever he thought Kurt to be sad?

Blaine was mentally cursing himself right now, and he didn't even know why. It wasn't that big of a deal, right?

But it felt like it was...

Unable to think of any way out, Blaine pasted a smile on his face. "Hey." Kurt looked up. "You know what's better than walking?"

Kurt rolled his eyes again. God, he was good at that. "What?"

"Running!" Blaine grinned, breaking into a run down the path.

"H-hey! Why're you running?" Kurt yelled.

"Ha! Why aren't you?" Blaine called back.

Kurt furrowed his brow, watching Blaine's diminishing figure. He didn't like to run. Whenever he ran at home, he always ended up tripping over debris, or stepping in a puddle or something.

When Blaine was about 30 yards ahead, stopped in his tracks and turned back to Kurt. "Well?" He asked, breathlessly.

Kurt's mouth was gaping open. The fact that something as simple as running could bring a smile on Blaine face was...adorable. It made Kurt want to smile. In fact, being with Blaine was just about the only thing that made Kurt forget about London, and the bombs, and the horror.

Kurt fixed his composure and smirked back, deciding to give in. He ran straight towards Blaine, who flashed a grin before running ahead. Blaine was ahead of Kurt already, but he was also out of breath. Kurt had longer legs than Blaine, which were kicking up dust like nobody's business. Before long, Kurt and Blaine were running parallel to one another.

Kurt didn't remember the last time he'd felt this...alive. Running as fast as his legs could carry, breathing in the strange mixture of fresh air and kicked-up dirt, with Blaine...he felt like he was...falling. Slowly. No, floating.

The boys were neck and neck now, occasionally glancing a smile at each other. They sped on, when Blaine's house came into sight. Kurt found the last bit of energy he had in him, and pulled in front of Blaine, planting himself on the lawn. He turned, about to gloat about his winning, when Blaine ran into him, knocking them both onto the soft, green grass.

"Ow!" Kurt exclaimed, though laughing. "Watch it!"

Blaine just laughed along, nuzzling his face into the grass. He and Kurt stared at each other for quite some time, catching their breath.

"Y'know..." Blaine began. "You've got really pretty eyes."

Kurt blinked alertly, feeling his insides quake. "R-really?"

Blaine nodded with a smile. "Really."

Kurt blushed, partially from the compliment and partially from whatever he was feeling right now.

"Well..." He cleared his throat. "Thank you, Blaine."

Blaine just smiled, loving the feeling of this moment he was in right now, and how it felt so right, as if nothing could ever ruin anything.


Evelyn Anderson was pleased with her painting. It was of her son, Blaine. She was so proud of him, he was the perfect son. Musically inclined, polite, attractive.

She gave a satisfied sigh before placing her paints and brushes aside. Dinner was to start soon, and she had to clean up around the dining room.

Evelyn stepped out of her art room, and glanced around the house to see what was happening. Rachel, that lovely, bright girl was in the kitchen, helping Mercedes and Agnes with dinner. She was smiling and seemed to be enjoying herself.

Peering around some more, Evelyn noticed Finn and Sam listening to the radio. Finn was messing around with the dials, trying to strengthen the signal, with no luck. Sam stayed seated on the floor, a smile curving on his lips from Finn's goofy being.

Eve smiled to herself. Everyone seemed to be adjusting well enough.

"Finn, Sam?" She caught their attention, making Finn jerk his head around.

"Erm, sorry Mrs. Anderson," He murmured, backing away from the radio. "I promise, we were only trying to get a signal, I-"

"-That's quite alright, boys," Eve insisted, holding back a smile. "Would you boys mind helping the ladies and I set up for dinner?"

"O-oh, no, of course not," Finn nodded.

"It would be our pleasure," Sam agreed, getting up from where he was seated on the floor.

Eve smiled graciously as they moved past her into the kitchen. "Oh, Sam!" she asked before they disappeared into the next room.

"Hm?" Sam answered.

"Have you seen Blaine and Kurt?"

"Uh..." Sam began. "They should be here by now...they were a little behind us."

"I think I saw them coming down the path earlier," Finn said.

Eve smiled. They were probably sitting outside. "Of course, thank you."

"Anytime," Finn smiled.

Eve smiled back before making her way towards the door. She opened it, and was about to call out Blaine's name, when she saw her son.

And Kurt.

Lying down on the grass next to each other.

Actually...Kurt was lying on his back, and Blaine was on his stomach next to him, one leg overlapping Kurt's. One of Blaine's arms rested on Kurt's chest, and they were staring into each other's eyes, smiling and talking softly to one another. Every once in awhile one of them would give a breathy laugh, but they never broke eye contact.

Evelyn gulped, softly closing the door and leaning against it.

This could not be happening. It wasn't, was it? These boys had hardly known each other, there's no chance that her son was...

She took a deep breath. No, she was just overreacting. Her son wasn't...

A fag.

She took a moment to collect herself, shaking her head. Right, she was overreacting. Kurt was just a very nice boy, and Blaine was a comfort to him.

But...maybe he was little...confused.

Eve pushed back the curtains and took one last glance out the window.

He looked so happy. Happier than he had all summer. She hadn't seen him smile that wide in some time.

Eve felt herself smile. She did want her son to be happy, of course. That's only what every good mother wants. But it was a scary, cruel world out there, and she only wanted what was best for her son.

She closed the curtains and stepped away from the window. Maybe she should leave Blaine alone, give him some space.

Or maybe...

She walked into her art room, glancing once again at her lovely painting, before moving to the telephone. She picked it up and waited for a moment before speaking to the operator:

"Can I get The Fabrays at Woodbridge 262?"


Ooooh...