I'm sorry, I don't know what went wrong last night, I hope this works now...

I forgot to add this in the last chapter, but there will be some Amish sayings in this fic, the one most often used is 'the English' or 'among the English'. It's how the Amish refer to anyone outside their community.

Next update on Monday of Tuesday.

Thanks for all your sweet reviews, here's what you all have been waiting for, Kurt!

CHAPTER 3

"I was so glad when my Dad called yesterday to say he found me a roommate…" Blaine nodded and drifted off. Kurt had been talking his ear of for the last three hours since Burt had dropped him off and helped him to bring the bed up. He had looked around in wonder at the apartment. It was small, but he was used to sharing his old room with his three brothers, so that didn't bother him. What impressed him was all the electronic devices. There was a huge TV in the living room, a sort of sound box with a small device next to it; the kitchen had at least four electrical things he didn't recognize, although he was fairly certain one of them was called a microwave; he had heard about that. "…unfortunately he didn't tell me much so I think we should start of our first night as roommates with a DVD-marathon and pizza."

"What?" Blaine looked dazed.

"A film marathon? To get to know each other? We can each pick our favorite movie and watch them together?"

"Oh, I don't have a favorite movie."

"What?"

Blaine shrugged. "I've never seen a movie."

Kurt cocked his head and studied his face for a moment. "Blaine, where are you from? My dad said you came from a very sheltered life and needed a place to stay but he told me no details. I don't want to pry, but where have you lived if you have never seen a movie?"

Blaine looked surprised at the little Kurt seemed to know about him, especially since he pretty much had poured out his heart to Burt last night. "Your dad didn't tell you?"

Kurt shook his head. "He said it wasn't his place."

"Oh."

"It's okay, I'll just pick a movie then, and you can tell me if you like it or not before we settle on the second one."

Kurt had seemed to sense Blaine's distress, and decided it was best to avoid the subject, but Blaine didn't want that. He was going to live with this man, so he had the right to know the truth.

"I'm Amish."

"…it's based on ABBA-songs and—wait what?" Kurt turned his head abruptly.

"I'm Amish."

"You're Amish," Kurt repeated, dully. "Well that at least explains the clothes."

"And gay." Might as well get it all out in the open. "Hence the reason I left home."

"You left home? Dad said you got kicked out."

"They gave me the choice. I could pretend I wasn't gay and carry on with my life, but I couldn't do that, so I took the other option."

"You left."

Blaine nodded. "You're okay with that?"

"That you're Amish? Sure, I mean, I wasn't expecting it, but it's not like you've killed someone or anything like that."

"No." Blaine shook his head. "I meant… that I'm gay."

Kurt cocked his head again. "What exactly did my dad tell you about me?"

Blaine shrugged. "Not much. That you recently started teaching, and were looking for a roommate to split the rent so you could buy Queen Jacobs or something?"

"Marc Jacobs."

"Who?"

"He's a designer."

"Oh, so you're okay with me being gay? You don't mind?" He had to know; he had to be sure. Just because Burt didn't mind, didn't mean his son felt the same.

"Now, I get you've grown up in a closed environment, so you haven't seen many man, but really?" Kurt looked down at himself.

Blaine looked clueless.

Kurt sighed and got his phone out of his pocket. "Let me get an example for you." He opened it and showed Blaine a picture. "This is my very straight stepbrother- in his very typical boys' clothes."

Blaine looked at the device in wonder. "That's your phone?"

"Yes, but that was not the point, Blaine." Kurt shook his head. "Very straight stepbrother- me. Can you spot the difference?"

"Oh, oh!" Blaine's eyes lit up. "You're gay?"

"I can't believe my dad didn't tell you," Kurt muttered.

"You're gay." Blaine repeated.

"Very much so, yes."

"That's amazing!"

Kurt smiled. "I'm glad you seem to think so."

"No, no! It's just... I've never met anyone that was like me before," Blaine explained, barely containing his excitement. "Can you teach me?"

Kurt snorted. "It's not something you can teach; I figured you'd know that."

"No, I mean…" He blushed. "I've never, I mean. I don't know what to do. How to… be with boys."

"Okay, I think we have a lot to talk about. How about we forget that movie and just talk instead?"

Blaine nodded excitedly. "I can make us some tea, if you'd like, or coffee."

"Coffee sounds great. You can find everything in the kitchen, just open the cupboards."

Blaine nodded and went to the kitchen. He had wanted some privacy to arrange his thoughts, and what better way than the soothing motions of making coffee. He used to do it all the time when he was at home. Kurt had said he could look through all the cupboards, so he started opening them one by one. Finally, in the second to last he saw something that vaguely reminded him of coffee, so he pulled out the package and opened it. Inside were little cups with different names on them. Risretto, Roma, Rosabaya. Blaine frowned and grabbed a couple of cups. Maybe the beans were inside and he just needed to get them out. He opened a few drawers until he had found a pair of scissors and cut the packages open. He let out a surprised yell when liquid dripped out of them.

"Blaine? Everything okay?"

Blaine looked anxiously. It was coffee. How hard could it be to make coffee? Wasn't that the same everywhere?

"Blaine?"

Blaine tried to shove the cups back in the box before Kurt could see him struggle. "Yes, everything is fine, it's coffee; I can make coffee." He looked up to see Kurt stare at him with an amused expression.

"Let me explain," said Kurt, gently taking the box with cups from Blaine and setting them on the counter. "You choose a flavor, and then you put the little cup in here." He pointed at one of the machines that was standing on the counter. "You put your mug under it and press start. And it does the rest on its own."

Blaine looked in awe as the machine produced coffee. "You don't have to grind beans?"

"Nope," Kurt shook his head. "It's called a Keurig machine. Here, try one. What do you like?"

"I only ever had normal coffee."

"Okay, we'll go with Roma then." Kurt handed Blaine a little cup and watched him as he copied Kurt's earlier movements.

Blaine was trembling. Everything was so different here. Even the simple things like coffee. Kurt had asked him which flavor he liked. Flavor. He didn't know you had different flavors of coffee. Maybe leaving hadn't been the greatest idea. Maybe he should have just pretended to be straight and married one of the nice girls of his community. Maybe-

"It's done."

Blaine looked up abruptly.

"Your coffee." Kurt gestured at the machine with a broad grin. "It's done; you did it."

It was that exact moment Blaine realized how breathtakingly beautiful his new roommate was. With all the excitement before, of moving, getting to know new people, a new environment, Blaine hadn't even noticed. Now however, he was standing in Kurt's kitchen and Kurt was looking at him with a proud smile, and he looked gorgeous. He took Blaine's breath away. It was the first time in his life Blaine had felt the urge to pull anyone closer to him and connect their lips with a kiss. He blushed at the idea. He had heard other boys from his age whisper about stealing kisses from girls, but never had he felt the need to do the same.

"Blaine?"

Blaine shook thoughts away. "Sorry." He had been staring.

"That's okay, it's a lot to take in, I guess."

The thing was, he could actually pull Kurt to himself and kiss him. Nobody would judge him here. Nobody would see him as a spawn of the devil himself.

"We should take it to the living room so we can talk."

Blaine nodded and grabbed his cup, following Kurt closely, knowing he had made the right decision by leaving.

"So, Blaine, how old are you?" Kurt asked him when they sat down.

"Seventeen."

"Oh, wow, you're only a kid."

"Hey," Blaine looked up. "I've been working since I was 12, I'm not a kid."

"Sorry," Kurt winced. "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just, I have students of your age. You do look older though, and I guess you are in many ways."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

Blaine nodded. "My brother is 22. He got married last year."

"Do you have a lot of brothers and sisters?"

Blaine stared at his cup of coffee. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Kurt, it was just that thinking about them made him—

"I'm sorry, you must miss them. We can talk about something else."

It was almost like Kurt could read his mind. "Yeah, thanks. I've got six of them, by the way."

"Six?"

Blaine nodded. "Three brothers and three sisters."

"Wow, I only have my step-brother."

"I know."

"Right, so dad told you all about our family history, but he never mentioned the fact that I'm gay. I wonder why."

"When did you know?"

"That I was gay?"

Blaine nodded.

"I guess I've always known, but I didn't admit to it until I was 16. My dad says he knew since I was three though. You?"

Blaine took a sip of his coffee. Oh my, this was heaven. He didn't know coffee could taste like this.

"Blaine?" Kurt smiled at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just, this is really good."

"I'm glad you like it. So?"

"Oh, right, yeah I always knew I was different. I never felt the urge to go and kiss girls like my brothers often talked about, but I really started to notice I was different last year when my brother got married. I'm the second-oldest, and everyone was talking how I was going to be next and all, but I just couldn't see it. I couldn't see myself with a girl, or kissing a girl, or well, you know."

"Having sex?"

Blaine blushed, but nodded.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Blaine shook his head.

"I thought so," said Kurt.

"But I'm gay!" Blaine blurted out.

"I never said you weren't."

"Just because I've never kissed anyone doesn't mean I don't know what I want, or don't. I'm not some naïve kid."

"Blaine, calm down, I never said that, did I? I was just curious."

"Oh." Blaine flushed.

"Yeah, oh. I knew I was gay before I kissed someone, and trust me when I say my first kiss with a boy wasn't what I had hoped it would be."

It was Blaine who cocked his head curiously this time.

"Doesn't matter anymore," Kurt shrugged him off, "Just, promise me you won't go around and kiss the first boy you cross just because you can, okay?"

"Okay?" Blaine frowned, there was more to this.

"It's just, your first kiss should be special, with someone you care about."

"Kurt?"

Kurt turned his head and stared at the wall. "Some closeted homophobic bully forced my first kiss, and it was horrible."

"I'm sorry."

Kurt shook his head. "It was a long time ago. I just don't want that for you."

"I promise you my first kiss will mean something." Blaine had the urge to reach over and grab Kurt's hand. Give him a reassuring squeeze, but he didn't.

"Good."

They were silent for a few moments, both lost in their thoughts. Blaine was wondering how he was going to do this. There was so much to learn, to discover, not only in his sexuality, but in everyday life. Today he had managed to make coffee, with Kurt's help, but how was he supposed to go to work on Monday and manage appointments and customers?

"I'll help you, you know."

Blaine looked up. "What?"

"I'm sure it's all overwhelming, but I'll help you. I'll teach you everything you want to know."

"That would be… really great."

"My dad's trapped in the past, so don't worry about working for him. He knows nothing about computers and keeps all his appointments in an old-fashioned paper-agenda. I'm always scolding him for it, but I guess you'll be glad for that."

Blaine nodded. Good, no computers.

"He'll understand if you need to ask something, so don't be afraid, okay? And I'll give you my cell phone number, so you can call me anytime. I have to turn my phone off during classes, but I'll check for messages in-between."

"But I don't have a phone," Blaine said.

"There's a phone at the garage you can use, and as soon as you get your first pay-check we'll get you your own cell. If you want to."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Kurt shrugged. "Just because you've left your community might not mean you want to start living differently."

Blaine smiled at Kurt's thoughtfulness. He really was proving to be the best roommate and mentor he had dared hoping for. "That's okay. If everything turns out as great as this coffee, I don't mind."

Kurt laughed. "If you like the coffee, wait until I've introduced you to the wonders of musicals and TV."