A/N: I'm back with a new chapter. I feel guilty this is 2 days later than usual so I made it a bit longer. It's my longest chapter so far. The reasons its later is that life got busy over the weekend and I kept editing what I'd written. Thank you for all the lovely reviews and alerts etc. They are what keeps the muse going so I appreciate you a lot. This stories had over 2,000 hits already which I can't believe.

I'm a bit of a perfectionist so if you ever come back and re read a chapter and wording has changed slightly, its not you going mad, it's me always trying to better myself :)

You get some Hudmels in this chapter. I love me some Hudmel family. I've taken liberties with the timeline a little and Burt and Carol got married during the summer before they moved to the house they live in now. Notes on this chapter will come at the end. So ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I own Peter Lance, Saffron, Maggie and John Anderson, Matt and Jade. Everyone else is Fox and Ryan Murphys. Sigh.

Chapter Four

My least favorite period at school used to be the one I loved the most when I was little. Lunch; that thirty minute slot in your school routine when all you have to do is scoff food, laugh with your friends and maybe do some last minute homework if your behind. Best of all, you don't have to think. There was a drastic change in this opinion in middle school.

One day I was invisible to the majority, and happy to be so. I would find my usual table where Jade and Matt often were already sat and we'd talk about anything and everything, so long as it wasn't our ever increasing workload.

Then the next day I was very much visible to the majority … and unhappy to be so. Some people relish in attention. There are those celebrities who claim all news is good news even if it shows them in a bad light. I used to relish in it too once upon a time, if you'll believe that. I used to sing in talent contests a lot, audition for community theatre; I even had a brief stint singing in a theme park. I loved that kind of attention. It was like a rush of everything that was wonderful in the world. When I performed on a stage, the happy faces that stared up at me, from the audience were on my side were impressed by me, or maybe they weren't but they'd clap politely and I felt like I'd accomplished … something. I was the centre of attention for once, and everything was right.

The day after Peter Lance accused me of being gay and checking him out was the start of my hatred for attention. The original story was retold and edited from every direction until it was unrecognizable to the actual event. The whispers as I walked to our table made me feel like I was surrounded by a hostile swarm of wasps, all itching to sting me. The celebrities are wrong. All news is good news, until it's bad. Until the majority hears something about you they define as bad. And then that's all they can see. It didn't matter how many good things I'd done, whether I let that kid copy my homework ten minutes before it was due, or I opened a door for someone, the slate was wiped and all they could see was a kid who liked checking straight guys out in the locker room … who acted, on the impulse.

The cafeteria was unbearable from then on, and Matt suggested we sit out in the courtyard. I thought I was going to lose them too. I hadn't told them I was gay.

"Blaine dude, you could be a slug and you'd still be my best friend," Matt had said.

I sat alone my first week at McKinley, I relished in the invisibility. It made a nice change from being glared at. But now I'm halfway through the second week, it turns out one of the perks of making friends with Kurt, is that I now have someone to sit with.

I'm not aware of this new development until Lunch comes on Wednesday. It doesn't occur to me that since Kurt and I are friends of sorts now, I would be allowed to sit with him and his friends. Not until I'm halfway to the table I'd somehow christened as my own the first week, and there's a shout of;

"Hey Curly, where you going?"

I turn to see Mercedes sat next to an Asian girl, at a table near the door, with Kurt on the other side. She waves me over, and I make my way gingerly, put my tray down on the table and sit in the seat by Kurt.

"If you don't like us you don't have to sweetie," Mercedes jokes, but I shake my head in earnest.

"No, no, uh, I didn't see you." The excuse is lame, I know. But they except it.

"This is Tina." Kurt points his bottle of water at the Asian girl.

"Hey." I hold my hand out to her. She eyes it for a moment in confusion.

"You – shake – it," Kurt says with a wry smile.

"Oh!" Tina's cheeks color and she shakes my hand. "Sorry, they did warn me you were kind of uh…"

"Dapper?" Mercedes supplied.

"I was going to say polite, but yeah I guess," she says.

"I'm getting this word thrown at me a lot," I muse.

Kurt pats my back in reassurance and I feel a jolt below my navel. "Own it."

And just like that I have friends. Friends who it would appear are at the bottom of the food chain in this school. Truth be told I haven't actually noticed. I came to the sudden realization that Kurt was mistreated yesterday, but I guess I was a little distracted last week. The three are happy to fill me in though and from what I can gather there's a big group of these guys, and they are all harassed for one small thing.

"Glee club," Mercedes explains. "It's not cool here."

"But … You've got three cheerleaders and what, four, five guys from the football team in the club. Doesn't that boost you up at all?"

"No, it just drags them down." Kurt says in bitterness. "Quinn was the queen bee last year until Puck knocked her up. After that she was actually below us, if you'll believe it. Yeah, she's the head cheerleader again but she's still in the club. And Puck.-"

"The one with the Mohawk?"

"The very same." Kurt smirks at me, amused by my interest in the subject. He chews on his salad before continuing. "His badass persona's been in jeopardy ever since it became clear he likes to sing. I think Lauren Zizes surpasses him on the bad scale now."

"Who?" I ask.

"Bigger girl, she wears a lot of hooded sweatshirts and beanie hats?" Tina pipes up.

Kurt shudders at the thought. "I'd go through her closet and burn it all if she wasn't a wrestling champion."

I chuckle at the thought and eye the ensemble Kurt's put together today; the guy loves bow ties.

"Anyway, no one dares touch Santana or Brittney. They're the only two members of the club who haven't been slushied. Santana's tough as nails … and a bitch," he says as an afterthought.

I open my mouth to ask what being slushied is but they are on a roll.

"And we suspect Brits's child like nature puts people off attacking her. It would be like kicking a toddler," Tina says.

"That and Santana will break your nuts with one slice of her talons if you so much as look at Brit the wrong way. I know Santana's like your girlfriend or something but; be warned." Mercedes points her fork at me and I put my hands up in a sign of surrender.

"Okay first of all, she's not my girlfriend."

"Does she know that?" Mercedes smirks at me.

I drop my head to the table and they all understand the answer. "Would it make you feel better if we told you the entire male population of this school has been through it? Well, except me," Kurt says, pushing his tray away from himself as he finishes eating.

I nod and lift my head back up to rest it dejectedly on my hand, although, I can't fathom why Kurt's exempt from the Santana experience. He is really gorgeous.

"Look, in terms of Brittney I don't need warning," I say. "I like her. She asked me if she could pet my hair the other day, because it reminded her of her old pet dog, Thumper."

Kurt chokes on his salad and raises an eyebrow at me in question. Mercedes cocks her head to the side and says, "Thumper the dog?"

"I swear on my vogue collection. She didn't say rabbit."

Mercedes and Kurt give each other knowing looks then, but I don't think anything of it. Brittney's anecdotes must be really famous around here.

"Can you sing?" Tina asks me out of the blue.

I look around to see all three of them have their stares fixed on me now. I shrug and figure I may as well be truthful. "Kind of. I mean I used to do school plays and stuff in elementary school but uh … not so much since. Why?"

"It's just; we're all in Glee club so Kurt thought you might like to join us." Mercedes winces, and shoots a glare at Kurt. He smiles at her sweetly. She reaches down towards her feet.

"Have you joined any clubs yet?" Kurt persists.

"No, I haven't, I just. I dunno, I haven't sung in a while and … if you guys are all half as good as Kurt I don't think I'd fit in anyway."

Kurt raises an eyebrow at me in question. "You've heard me sing?"

Oh. Right, I wasn't going to mention that. How do I explain this without sounding creepy and stalkerish? "Yeah, my uh, my bedrooms at the same side of the house as yours and I can hear you singing in the evenings."

Mercedes and Tina look at one another and smirk. Kurt blushes from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I was loud."

"Hey hey, no, I like listening to you when I'm doing my homework," I say before I can stop myself. My eyes widen; I was going for comforting, but I think I might have said too much. My neck feels a little hot and I look down at the table.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt says shyly.

"So will you join? It'll be fun." Tina seems to take pity on us both and intercedes.

I look around at all three of their hopeful faces. "You don't know if I can sing."

"My boyfriend Mike can't sing and he's in the club."

Damn she's taken away my one defense. I rub my hand through my hair in defeat. "I'll think about it."

I hear a strange squeal come from Kurt's direction, and I look to see he has a little crooked smile on his face and I can feel his leg bob up and down beside mine. Maybe it'll be worth joining if it puts that smile on his face.

To Glee club, or not to Glee club, that is the question … and I need to stop studying Shakespeare. So yeah, my friends aren't cool. And you know what? I've never been more comfortable at a lunch table, not since middle school. With Kurt, Mercedes and Tina, I've got one whole friend more than I did at my last school. That's progress. And if I were to join Glee club, I might be on route to make more.

"Getting to know you,

Getting to know all about you,

Getting to like you …"

"Blaine shut your damn window."

Startled I twist around where I am situated on the floor surrounded by my art project. My Dad is leant against the door frame. Its seven am Friday morning, before I have to be in school. I woke up early to put the finishing touches to the assignment that's due in today. By doing so I've made the happy discovery that Kurt gets up at six am, which means I've missed an entire hour of his voice in the mornings while I lay dead to the world until seven am. If I didn't like sleep so much I'd probably get up at six every day just so I can listen to this ritual of his. The only reason my project isn't finished is because I had to let the glue set overnight.

I frown at my Dad. He isn't looking at me though; rather out of my window.

"Why?"

"Because that kid never stops singing and to be honest with you, she's giving me a bit of a headache."

"He."

He looks down at me for the first time. "What?"

I turn back to my art project and roll my eyes. "His name is Kurt, and he is a boy."

"Really?" I look at him again and his eyebrows are high, his forehead wrinkled. "That's unfortunate. The poor kid."

"I like it," I say testily. "And can you keep your voice down? He can probably hear you."

We stare at each other for a moment and Dad seems to realize he's crossed some invisible line he hadn't realized I'd drawn. Nevertheless he still opens his mouth and says, "Shut your window then, if you don't want him to hear this."

I glare at him. Okay so clearly I just challenged his masculinity or made him feel less of an authority figure, so he's metaphorically going to beat his chest and set it back to normal, in his usual passive aggressive way. I hate it when he does that. And why take it out on our neighbor, on my new friend? I bite down on the suggestion he close the window himself if he's so bothered by it, and rise from the floor and close my window with a snap.

"Thank you."

Perched on my bed now, my backs rigid and I stare up at him, expectant.

"I don't know what you're getting so snappy about, Blaine. I'm merely pointing out that his voice is higher than you would expect from a boy his age. He's in your grade right?"

"Yes. And he's actually a nice guy," I say with a cold arch of a triangular eyebrow.

"I'm sure he is. I'm not saying it makes him a bad person … Is he gay?"

I blanch at the question. "What? I – I mean I don't know. It hasn't come up in conversation. Why, is that a problem if he is?" I know I sound more defensive than I should given the topic of discussion is such a delicate one in this house, but I just feel suffocated by him right now.

"Don't talk to me like that," he says.

I look down at my lap.

He sighs and sits next to me. I don't think it's my imagination when his hand flexes towards my knee and retreats to the safety of his own lap. "No, of course it's not a problem if he is. Look … I'm trying okay." Dad says. "When you were born, I- I've got to be honest, I didn't see you being attracted to boys. I was brought up to think that being …" His jaw sets.

"gay?" I supply my voice dull.

"Yes, that being gay was … unnatural. I thought you would fall for a girl and settle down eventually. Hell, I could see you being a player in your youth like your old man was." He nudges my side and I turn the corners of my mouth up a fraction and drop it. "There's a whole lot of re-wiring going on in my head at the moment, Blaine."

"I know," I say. And I do. I know he tries. He's the one who buys me Vogue every month.

"Shhh don't tell your mother or sister."

He's also the man who made me rebuild a car with him two summers ago, in a bid to get my hands dirty. He's the guy who's telling me the only way I will get by in life is to pretend I'm straight. And I know he means well … but that doesn't stop the resentment that eats away at my opinion of him, devours all the good memories we've shared.

He nods towards the window. "Does he know you're…"

I shake my head and lean back on my hands a bit. "Not that I'm aware of."

"Good. Keep it that way please. Whether it turns out lady-voice is gay or not, I don't want a repeat of last time."

I feel an icy stab in my stomach, and I can't tell if it's a reaction to the reminder of what the family was put through back in New Jersey, or the way he called Kurt 'lady-voice' with such little regard to the person he's speaking of.

He ruffles his hand through his hair in the way I've inherited and gets up again, glancing toward the window again. "Oh yeah, he is a boy."

It takes all the strength I possess not to roll my eyes. "Is that it, because I need to finish my project? It's due in today."

"Actually the real reason I came in here is to let you know that Burt has invited us over for dinner."

"Burt?"

"Uh … your friends father, next door."

"Kurt."

"Yeah him. We're going over there at seven so make sure you're home before six so you can make yourself presentable. Okay? I've been told Friday night dinner is a big deal in their house, so feel privileged we're invited."

I nod again, "Yes sir."

He makes a brisk pace towards the door again. He pauses. "Keep the window shut for now." He leaves.

I'm ready to go next door at six thirty and end up sat on our sofa watching as Mom wanders in every now and then with a different item of clothing on.

"What do you think? Too dressy?"

I look up at her and smile at her nearly full length black halter dress. "Just a little bit," I say. "We're only going next door. It's not a banquet."

"I know I just don't want them to think we're…" she doesn't finish that sentence and wipes imaginary lint from the dress. She looks up and behind me with a frown. "Saffron, what are you wearing?"

Saffron leaps over the back of the sofa and perches herself next to me. If I'd done that I would have been reprimanded for it. Being the youngest sure gives you privileges. She looks down at her attire. "Jeans and a top," she says.

"We're going to dinner, Saffron, would it kill you to make an effort? Your brothers nicely dressed up."

I look down at my dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and jeans with a puzzled frown. I'm not dressed any smarter than usual.

"Gee, I wonder why," Saffron says and pinches my cheek. I slap her hand away and wrinkle my nose at the implication.

Mom looks between us in confusion and I say quickly, "Mom, if I'm wearing jeans, so can she. And Kurt says his Dad isn't the dressing up type. They're pretty casual."

"Oh fine! We'll go over there looking like that atrocious family in that cartoon you watch all the time. The one with the dog that talks."

"Family Guy," Saffron and I say in unison.

Mom disappears upstairs again and when she comes back she's in a floaty emerald green top and a straight black skirt. "Better?"

I look to Saffron who nods her approval. "It'll pass," she says.

"Good good. JOHN, WE'RE ALL WAITING!" Mom bellows up the stairs. I wince. She only ever raises her voice when she's nervous.

When Dad finally comes grumbling down the stairs we leave just a few minutes after seven and Mom spends the whole thirty second walk from our front door to theirs stressed we aren't punctual.

"Just say our clocks are slow," Saffron says.

Mom ignores that as Dad rings the doorbell of the Hummel residence. The smiling face of a pretty middle aged woman with copper-brown curly hair greets us.

"Come on in. Dinner will be ready in a few. I'm Carol, Burt's partner. You must be Maggie," Carol holds both of Mom's hands in hers and releases them, "and John."

"We can't thank you enough for inviting us over." I refrain from an eye roll. My parents get so formal at things like this.

Carol ushers us into the living room where Burt stands from his arm chair to greet us too. I zone out as I look around. The house is so homey, like it's been lived in for years. So unlike ours, which has been occupied for two weeks now with no décor changes as of yet. You can tell that men live here, but at the same time there's a style to the place that makes me think either an interior decorator had seen to it, or someone else with a keen eye for details. And I get the impression these touches aren't Carols.

I notice a boy I recognize from school sat on the sofa, his long legs make him look awkward sat that low to the ground. He gives me a wave. "Hey Dude." I nod back at him.

The timer sounds with a loud beep from the kitchen. The thump of stairs grabs my attention as Kurt hurries down and runs towards the open kitchen door calling out, "I got it," before disappearing into the kitchen. I smile at that.

Burt chuckles to himself. "That's my boy. He'll be around once he's happy with the food." He nods at long legged boy. "This is my stepson, Finn. He goes to your school too, Kid."

I nod. Now I remember. He's the quarter back on the football team. Kurt has mentioned his sort-of brother, but I didn't for a moment think it was Finn Hudson.

"This is our daughter Saffron, and son Blaine," Mom introduces and my eyes dart away from the kitchen door where they had somehow made their way back to without my awareness and back to the people in front of me with a start.

Carol waves kindly at Saffron and beams at me. "Kurt's told us a lot about you, Blaine. Why don't you go into the kitchen and see if he needs a hand?"

I make to grab Saffron's hand and drag her with me; I'm not mean enough to leave her bored and surrounded by adult small talk, but she snatches it away with a barely conspicuous shake of the head. I look to her in confusion, but her stare is trained on Finn in the lounge area; his eyes are glued to some Buckeyes game on the TV with a hand in a bowl of potato chips. Ah.

I leave her to her staring and walk through to the kitchen where I am greeted with the sight of Kurt bent over the oven, extracting a huge pot out. I avert my gaze away from his uh … his jeans that tonight are tight as ever, and with a blush look around the kitchen. It's spotless save for a bread board placed on the kitchen table. He gives me a surprised smile as he turns around and rests the piping hot pot on the bread board and takes the oven mitts off.

He raises his eyebrow in question.

"Your stepmom sent me in to see if you need help."

"Ah, I see. And there I was thinking you just wanted to say hi." His tone teases, I know this. And yet the annoying kid in me who always wants to please at all times bubbles up with an outcry of;

"No, I did want to say hi! She gave me an excuse to leave the greetings I guess. And yeah…" I scratch the back of my head in confusion. Why is it so hard to talk to this guy sometimes and so easy at others?

He shakes his head at me with a wry smile. "She's good for stuff like that. If you want to help you can get the gateau out of the freezer." He jabs his thumb down at the lower half of the refrigerator, and I do as I'm told with a happy skip in my step.

"You didn't make it yourself?" I say with mock indignation, and pull the cardboard away from the gateau before I rest it on the table, still in the plastic.

"I have a life," Kurt says.

I grin and sit down at the table.

"So that's your sister, huh?"

I nod. "Yep, the only one I got."

He nods. "It's nice to put a face to the cheekiness I've been told so much about. She's pretty."

"Don't you dare go for her … she's too young." It's only half a joke. I know he's not being predatory but the protective older brother rears his head nonetheless.

He gives me an odd look I can't decipher. "Blaine, I'm-"

"Hey Kid! Is the food ready yet?"

"Almost!" Kurt calls back.

Carol bustles in then and I'm shooed out so she can help dish up the pot roast.

Dinner is a loud affair, not uncomfortable, as I'd expected. Burt and Carol had sat me next to Kurt and Mom; opposite Finn who was next to Saffron, and seemed extremely uncomfortable about this as she gazed up at him adoringly and chattered his ear off. Burt and Carol took the places at the heads of the table. It was … really nice. Burt and Carol are newlyweds I discover.

"Kurt organized our entire wedding in two weeks," Carol gushes. "It was perfect. I only had to rein him in on one thing."

Kurt sniffs at that. "I still think the doves were a good idea."

"You can't feed doves glitter, Kurt, they'll die," Burt says and takes a sip from his beer bottle.

"It sounds like you're quite the party planner then, Kurt," Mom cuts in and leans around me to look at him. "Do you think you'd make a career out of it?"

"I dabble. My first love is singing though. I want to be on Broadway. If that doesn't work out then maybe I'll get into wedding planning instead."

"You like Broadway too?" Dad says and nods in my direction. "This one wanted to be on Broadway when he was a kid. Drove Maggie and I nuts with all the singing. He begged us for guitar and piano lessons. We're just thankful he never asked for drums, or we would have gone deaf."

There's an appreciative chuckle that reverberates around the table. Kurt looks at me. "You don't want to be on Broadway anymore?" His eyes search mine.

I try and act nonchalant and shrug. "I grew out of it, I guess." Kurt's eyes are narrowed, like he knows I've withheld something.

"You should totally join Glee club, Dude," Finn says. "We always welcome new members."

"You're in Glee too?" My eyebrows shoot past my curls. I look to Kurt for confirmation.

"That's how Finn and I knew each other before Dad met Carol," he says and turns to Finn. "I'm trying to get Blaine to join too, but he's dragging his feet."

"It'll be great Dude. The slushies are totally worth it," Finn says through a mouthful of pot roast.

"Slushies?" I look between them in confusion.

Kurt looks sheepish but before he can answer Dad says,

"Well like I said, he liked singing when he was younger but not so much now."

"You should see some of the videos of him performing, Kurt," Saffron says slyly. "There are tons up on YouTube. I especially love the one where he fell off the stage in third grade."

I choke on my fork and look up at her in horror. "You put that on YouTube?"

"He was dressed as a sunflower," she adds.

"Saff!"

"Blaine, don't raise your voice at the table," Mom scolds.

I look between Saffron and Mom in incredulity. "But she – she put that on YouTube, Mom. YouTube! Anyone can see it."

"Not now, Blaine."

"But-"

"I said, not now." Her tone is hard, final. I shut my mouth and glare at Saffron. She has the decency to look a little apologetic. She gives me a weak smile and shrugs.

I shove a forkful of pot roast in my mouth and chew, to give my jaw something to do and almost choke on it again when I feel a hand settle over mine under the table and squeeze. I look over at Kurt in surprise. His eyes widen like he hadn't consciously done so and pulls it back. I look down at my hand. It feels … cold now. Tingles. I give him a weak smile but he avoids my gaze, his cheeks a little pinker than they were a minute ago.

With reluctance I turn back to my food and tune back into the conversation around me. Burt has steered the conversation back to weddings "… used to give his Barbie's and Action Men weddings, and then divorce them all the time-"

"Dad!" Kurt drops his fork and rests his hand on his forehead.

I try not to smile, I really do, but I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I look up at him and he eyes my juddering shoulders with a murderous glare. He shakes his head at me and I know it's a warning. Speak of this to no one.

I pat his knee in reassurance before I realize what I'm doing and take it away with a sharp intake of breath. His eyes are curious again, but soft and I have to look away from the way the green melds with the blue. I drag my fork through my plateful in embarrassment. I have no idea why I just did that.

"So what do you do, besides put videos of your brother up on YouTube, sweetie?" Carol says, and her eyes twinkle at Saffron.

"Cheerleading mostly," she shrugs.

"Oh, you're on the squad in your new school?"

"Saffron was going to be head cheerleader before we moved," Mom cut in with pride. "We couldn't miss this opportunity for John at work though, so we had to move." I raise my eyebrows at the obvious lie but say nothing. "She's settling in fine though."

"Well with your experience I bet they love you in your new squad," Carol says kindly.

Saffron nods. "I am the newest there so it may take a while to get back where I was so…"

I frown at her. She never misses an opportunity to brag about cheerleading. I make a mental note to ask her later.

"I'll be back in a minute," Kurt excuses himself from the table.

"You okay, Kid?" Burt asks.

"Yeah, just a stomach ache." He holds it as if to reiterate this point physically.

I watch as he disappears upstairs. When he returns a good ten minutes later he proceeds to clear the plates ready for dessert, and I don't find out what he was doing until after dessert when Mom makes our excuses saying she has to be up early in the morning. Mom and Dad have already said their goodbyes and dragged Saffron away from Finn when Kurt stops me with a hand on my shoulder and gives me a folded piece of paper.

"Read it when you're alone," Kurt says in my ear.

I nod and slip it in my pocket. "Thanks for inviting us Mr. and Mrs. Hummel." I look at Kurt, "And thanks for the great pot roast. And dessert, even if you didn't make it," I add with a sly wink.

He rolls his eyes. "Blaine Anderson is hard to please. I'll remember that."

I shove his shoulder and wave goodbye to Burt and Carol. Finn has already disappeared.

Only when I'm inside my room with the door shut do I fish the note out of my pocket and open it.

Hey Blaine,

I had a great time tonight. I just wanted to clear something up, but I don't know what your parents thoughts on the subject are, so I decided not to mention it in front of them. What you said about me taking advantage of your sister. I know that was a joke but I wanted to assure you that would never happen because, for one thing she's way too young and secondly:

I'm gay.

I thought that was kind of obvious. Karofsky did call me a Fairy the other day … everyone at McKinley knows, but I guess you hadn't noticed, or maybe you don't care. I don't know. Either way, I just thought you should know. Maybe this is overstepping but I'm just going to go ahead and say this … I kind of get the feeling I might not be the only one? If you're not then I'm sorry. I hope you don't take my asking the wrong way. There's no malice behind it. If you are though, I promise I won't say anything. I understand how hard it is to accept in yourself, and I would never out you.

I hope this doesn't make things weird, but if you want to talk, I'm here.

Kurt.

P.S: McK_New_Directions

That's the Glee clubs YouTube channel if you want to check us out. Look at Push It. That's one of our most cringe-worthy ones. Just in case you feel embarrassed by your third grade play being up on YouTube ;)

I drop the letter onto my bed; my hands have gone numb. And I think its spread through my whole body.

He knows I'm gay.

Kurt is gay.

Oh god. I think back to the conversation I had with Dad in the afternoon. He told me not to tell him, but he knows anyway. What if other people know? No, Kurt must know because he's gay too. He knows what it's like so he can recognize it in other people.

The burning question is, do I tell him the truth or continue to lie?

I sit for five minutes and stare at the letter on my bed mulling over the consequences of both options. On the one hand if I tell him, he promised he won't tell anyone else, and I'd have someone to relate to. On the other though if I lie, then my secret will remain safe. There will be less chance of its secret discovery, the less people who know. If he was to find out I lied to him though, he'd probably never speak to me again. I lay down on my bed. A dull ache has started in the back of my head.

My eyes trace over the address of the YouTube channel. Curiosity wins over and I open the lid of my laptop and load the internet. I find the New Directions channel with ease and scroll through until I find the one Kurt recommended. I press play after it's loaded to the full and –

"HOLY SHIT!"

A/N: Push It is one of my favourite performances of their just because its so funny and Kurt was amazing haha.

About Blaine's Dad. I don't want to represent him as someone who is actively homophobic and hostile towards his son. More misunderstood. I know there are a lot of fanfics that have him as really nasty, but thats not how I see my version. I hope its coming across that his actions come from an over protective place, both of his family and himself. Blaine recognises that but still resents him because its his life.

I promise you will find out all these things about Blaines past that I hint at. How he stopped singing (there's story behind that), exactly what happened with Peter Lance. The event that threw his Dad over the edge and triggered the decision to move them.

KURT KNOWS! :o yeah, like you hadn't guessed that before the revelation :P

FYI: Part of the next chapter will be more mature at the beginning. Just a warning ahead of time in case you don't like things of a sexual nature. Then again you are willingly reading a story with an M rating so ... it's a slow burner but it will be happening at points in the story. It isn't too long and I've written so you can easily skip over it and read the rest of the chapter, if you aren't comfortable with that type of content.

Until next time.