Hello all! Sorry for the delay - it was midterm week! I've been astounded by the number of people reading this now. It's crazy to me. This is the ONLY chapter planned that will be from Blaine's POV, so naturally, there are some answers in this. I know I've been driving you all up a wall. :)


Chapter 7

Blaine's POV

Blaine woke up a few Sundays later, his heart light for the first time in awhile.

"Blaine!" Danielle jumped on his bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, "The Easter Bunny came!"

Blaine laughed at the bright eyes and messy hair of his sister, "What did he bring you this year? Bunny droppings?"

"No!" she put her hands on her hips and grinned, "candy and a really pretty necklace," she put her finger to her chin, "and bubbles!"

Blaine leaned in and kissed the girl's forehead, hoping she could keep that innocence for the rest of her life. "Are you ready for the egg hunt? You have to beat all of the other kids, it's a family tradition!" He winked at the girl, sending her into another fit of giggles.

She suddenly became very serious again and looked up at Blaine through her dark eyelashes, "Do you think Kurt will be my partner?"

"I think he's a bit old, don't you?" Blaine laughed at the thought of Kurt running around the family farm in his Easter finest picking up multicolored, neon eggs.

She pouted again, "I want him to help me! You helped me last year!"

Blaine pushed the memories of the previous Easter from his head and turned to a better topic, "So you like Kurt?" Blaine tried to hide the hopeful look on his face.

She nodded letter her head fall into Blaine's shoulder, "Blaine, where's Daddy?"

Blaine frowned and rubbed the girls arm, "He went into town again. He said there was some important business he had to take care of. He probably had to help the Easter Bunny find the Phillip's farm." Blaine lied, but even he didn't know where his father was.

She nodded seriously, "Will he be back in time for the picnic?"

Every year the Andersons held a picnic for the local families in the area to get together and have an egg hunt for the children. The event grew over the years and now fifty people were expected to show up at the farm. Blaine's mother had gone into a fit cleaning the house and making sure the flowers on their land were perfectly aligned.

Blaine silently thanked god that it was potluck – he wouldn't want to deal with his mother cooking that much food.

Blaine stood and grabbed his sister, hefting her over his shoulder, "Come on, we need to go get you dressed and I need to go get Connor awake. He probably sat up reading some god awful book again." He threw Danielle down onto her bed and grabbed her Easter dress, "Get that on while I get him awake."

Danielle wrinkled her nose at the yellow ruffles, "It smells funny."

Blaine leaned against the doorframe and stared at the dress, "It does not. Ma washed it and let it hang out there for two days. You only think it smells funny because you know it's from Goodwill."

She rolled her eyes but motioned him away.

Blaine knocked softly on Connor's door, "Con, come on get up. Ma needs you to go feed the chickens before we head to church." Blaine opened the door a crack and saw Connor with his head under the pillow. Sighing, Blaine walked into the messy room and shook his brother's arm, "Connor, get up!"

The boy sat up, a confused look playing on his features. Connor looked much more like Danielle and their mother – fairer skin and hair and greener eyes. He groaned and tried to lay back down.

"Nope, you get up now. It's not my fault you stayed up all night reading books," Blaine pulled the covers down, "Get into your suit, I'll go feed the chickens."

Connor groaned again, "That suit looks like I'm preparing for the flood, and my loafers are too small."

Blaine pulled the suit out of the closet, "I wore it when I was fourteen, it should fit you fine."

"You are also the runt of the litter," Connor pointed out.

"Just get a shirt and tie on. You can wear khakis, Dad won't like it but he probably won't make it back. I'll see if I have an extra jacket for you." Blaine looked around the room, "Clean some of this up, please. Ma will have a fit if she sees it."

"Yes sir," Connor salutes.

Blaine walked back to his room and digs through his trunk. He found some of his old suit jackets and sized them up, trying to find the one that will fit Connor best. He decided on one that he hadn't worn for a few years.

Blaine walked back over to Danielle to see her brushing her long brown hair down her back, "Do you need help, Danni?"

She nodded and allowed him to part her hair and French braid her hair into two pigtails. "You do that the best," she smiled at him through the mirror.

He laughed, "Just something I picked up." He quickly took two yellow ribbons and tied them into bows at the ends.

"But you stink at that!" she yelled, pulling them out and retying them.

Blaine shrugged, "I can't be good at everything I guess. Now how about you get Connor and run downstairs to help Ma stuff the eggs?"

She ran to get her brother and Blaine heard them both scramble down the steps a few minutes later. Blaine went through the upstairs and fixed the beds, knowing most people would know not to go upstairs, but he still wanted it to be clean. Just in case Kurt did.

Blaine rushed through the rest of his morning routines and dressed himself just in time to get his family to church.

At church, Blaine tried to pay attention, but found his mind wandering to the million things he needed to do once they let out.

Two hours later they finally did, and Blaine rushed home. His heart swelled when he saw the familiar Navigator sitting in his stone driveway. The butterflies came when he saw the beautiful boy leaning against it. Connor and Danielle ran out of the truck and his Ma followed.

"Blaine, maybe Kurt can help you hide the eggs in the back field?" she suggested over her shoulder.

"Sure, Ma." Blaine smiled and then walked over to greet his friend. "Hello, sir. You're looking mighty nice today." He winced internally at how cheesy his words sounded.

"You too, Mr. Sunday School," Kurt grinned and pushed himself off of the car, "I guess we better go find those eggs."

Blaine nodded, motioning for Kurt to find him, "Did you hear from your Dad and Carole?"

Kurt nodded, "They made it to Jamaica in one piece, though Carole said my Dad enjoyed himself a little bit too much at the mini bar. I had to remind him that wasn't on his diet."

"Let the man live his life a little bit," Blaine grabbed the trash bags filled with eggs, "Can you handle this?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow but grabbed the trash bag, "You mean we aren't taking the tractor back?"

"Oh, we are, but we have to take these to the tractor," Blaine led them towards the tractors.

"I'm going to get dirty," Kurt whined, pouting at Blaine who had a hard time distracting himself from the boy's lips. He had to remind himself that Kurt already said kissing would be a mistake.

"I just washed the tractor yesterday," Blaine said in a singsong voice over his shoulder. He threw his bag onto the wagon and Kurt did the same. "Are you riding with me or in the wagon?"

Kurt sized up the two, "How about I drive the tractor and you sit in the wagon?"

Blaine laughed, "I do not wish to die today, Kurt." But once look at the boy's face and he knew he'd relent. "Fine."

"Please, I mow the lawn for my Dad all the time, it can't be much different," Kurt swung his leg over the tractor and settled onto it. "You can get in the wagon or you can chase behind it."

Blaine quickly scrambled onto the wagon with less grace than Kurt ever had, and Kurt drove off quickly, sending Blaine sliding back to the end of the wagon. "Oh my god. You are trying to kill me. You want this farm for yourself!" Blaine hissed.

Kurt laughed maniacally but slowed down. It took nearly ten minutes, but Kurt pulled them onto the open field that Blaine had lined with picnic tables the day before. "Wow, I know why you like doing that," Kurt said excitedly while Blaine stood on shaky legs. "That was awesome!"

"Well, you aren't doing it again," Blaine leaned against the tractor, "I was terrified the entire time."

"You're just worried someone will see me and think I'm naturally better at it than you and want to offer me all the farmland in Ohio," Kurt moved towards the wagon and the eggs. "We should probably get this over with."

Blaine felt steady enough to move towards the eggs as well, "We really just scatter most of the across the grass. We put some in the trees for the older kids to get as well. Make sure you don't put them too close to the hill or they'll roll down and the kids always try to get them off the road." Blaine threw the eggs towards the grass, sending them flying to the edge of the farm in the other direction. "You can throw them because Ma tapes them shut."

Kurt started throwing the eggs. Blaine was impressed to see they went almost as far as his did. "What's in the eggs?"

"Candy, and then numbers that match up to some prizes. One year I won a TV and a new pair of suspenders." Blaine winked at Kurt, who just rolled his eyes.

"Oh! I hope I get the suspenders," Kurt started spreading the eggs closer to the tractor.

"Make sure you leave a path so I can back the tractor out. And that reminded me, Danni wanted to know if you would help her with the egg hunt." Blaine tried to look nonchalant.

"Sure! I miss doing egg hunts. As long as I don't get grass stains on my pants."

Blaine felt something hit the back of his head, "Mr. Hummel, did you just throw an egg at me?" He turned, his arms fully loaded with eggs.

"Oh crap," Kurt took off running, his dress shoes sliding in the grass, "Stop! This wasn't what I had in mind when I chose the ensemble!"

Blaine didn't let up, his arm pelting the eggs at Kurt's sagging figure. "Nope! You started this war, Hummel!"

Kurt realized that he was going to run out of field, so he tried to circle back around, but Blaine was too fast and bent to hit Kurt right in the stomach, picking him up. Kurt shrieked and kicked his legs, almost hitting Blaine in the shin with his feet. "Put me down!"

"Nope, you're going into the creek!" Blaine carried Kurt towards the creek and he felt the boy start to panic more.

"Oh my god, Blaine I will kill you. These shoes are Prada! Blaine!" Kurt tried to slither his way out of Blaine's grip, but Blaine just tightened it and sat him down.

"Fine, I guess in the name of Prada I won't give you a creek bath," Blaine heard the sound of an incoming tractor and saw his father riding in, pulling food on the wagon. "Dad, do you need help with that?" Blaine ran towards his father.

The older man got off of the tractor and reached out to shake Kurt's hand, "Kurt, we're glad you're with us for Easter. Your parents having a good time?" he eyed Kurt with a slight smile on his face. "And my boy here isn't giving you too hard of a time, is he?"

Blaine turned to see Kurt attempting to fix his vest, "Well, he just threatened to drown me in the creek. And my parents are well, I'll let them know you asked."

His Dad turned towards him, "Blaine, Jessa is down by the barn and she wants to talk to you. Kurt here can help me fix up the food tables."

Blaine was confused, but nodded. He tried not to jump to conclusions, but today was not a day he wanted to fight with Jessa. Nevertheless, he hoped onto the tractor and rode quickly to the barn. "You summoned me?" he asked, moving towards the girl.

"You look great too, thanks," she said sarcastically.

"Jessa, what do you want? You shouldn't be here until two with everyone else," Blaine eyed her.

She closed the gap between them, "I'm telling my parents."

Blaine breathed in quickly through his nose, "Jessa…"

"No, no. I have it all figured out. Besides, I think if you don't hurry, someone is going to scoop up Kurt soon." She smiled at him, "and you deserve someone amazing like him."

Blaine shook his head, "Jessa…you can't." His mind flew to a million different places. There was so much that could go wrong. So much this family didn't need.

"Blaine. I'm tired of going behind my parents' backs. I'm tired of paying for gas for the gas guzzling truck of yours. I'm tired of both of us lying to my brother who used to be your best friend…"

"Used to be for other reasons, not because of this," Blaine pointed out, still mentally having a panic attack.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is, I'm telling my parents about Jeff, and if they don't accept it then I'm leaving." She shrugged, "I'll work at a hotel and try to live there at the same time or something. Or I can stay in his dorm."

"And what does that mean for me? Do you think my father needs this? Where does that leave me, Jessa?" Blaine's eyes flashed towards the girl. "Do you think that this just opened the door for me to have that perfect discussion with my parents? Because that is really going to go well. 'Hey Dad, hey Ma, I'm actually not dating Jessa and I'm head over heels in love with my best friend who probably has no interest in a country boy like me!' Honestly, Jessa." Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to stop the tears from coming.

"You are not a country boy, Blaine Anderson. You are the least country of any boy around here. And your parents will understand," she tried to put her arm on Blaine, but he flinched away.

"Because they were so accepting in the past," he fell silent and thought for a moment, "Can't we just tell them we broke up a few weeks ago and you met Jeff?"

"I won't lie to my parents, Blaine. I'm done with that." Her eyes were steady and Blaine knew he couldn't change her mind.

"What does Jeff say about all this?"

"He said that it is for the best."

"Of course he did," Blaine sighed, "Look. How about we broke up. Because technically, we just did. You can figure out what to tell your parents about you and Jeff. But you owe me this, Jessa. I can't even begin to think how I'm going to explain this to my parents once the trust comes out. Or how I'm even going to explain it to Kurt."

"He'll be thrilled, don't kid yourself," she grinned at him, "you won't be 'single' for long."

"I told you once, Jessa, I almost kissed him a few weeks ago and he told me it would have been a mistake," Blaine got back on the tractor, "the families are starting to arrive, they'll need me up at the field. When are you telling your family?"

"Well, Jeff is waiting for me in your driveway and he wants me to go to Easter dinner with his family. So…now." She smiled guiltily, "Blaine, we knew this would happen."

"You couldn't have picked a better day?" Blaine started the tractor, "Today was supposed to be about family and our community. Not gossip."

She glared at him, "Well at least it will be about my family this year, and not yours."

Blaine tore out of the grove and made his way towards the field. He saw all of the families gathering around the tables. His mother looked beautiful as she laughed. He wished that he wasn't about to cause her pain.

Kurt and his father stood talking, Kurt animatedly telling a story. Blaine wondered if the two were to ever become a couple, if his Dad would turn his back on both boys quickly.

"…and then I kicked the extra point," Blaine heard Kurt say as he approached. "My Dad was so proud."

"I'm sure he was," Blaine's Dad looked over at his son, "A Dad is always proud of his son, even if he doesn't show it."

Blaine tried to meet his father's eyes, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "Do you need anything else done, Dad?"

"Na, I think the egg hunt is about to start any minute now. Your mom made enough food to feed everyone, and then everyone else brought food as well. That woman, I tell you." His Dad excused himself and walked towards another family.

Danielle ran up to the pair, "Kurt! Kurt! Will you help me during the egg hunt?"

Kurt nodded, "It would be my pleasure to escort you."

She wrinkled her nose, "You talk funny."

Blaine rolled his eyes but moved closer to his family as Jessa walked up to her parents, Jeff holding her hand. "I'm going to go see if Ma needs anything. Why don't you two go scope out a great starting place."

Kurt frowned, "I feel like I haven't even talked to you really today."

Blaine put his arm on Kurt's shoulder, "Kurt, we'll actually have a lot to talk about later. Don't ask, we'll talk later. Privately."

Kurt looked confused but allowed Danielle to pull him towards the field.

Blaine walked quickly towards the family, just in time to see the fallout of the announcement.

"You what? What about Blaine? What about this family?" Jessa's father said loudly, causing several people to turn and look at the exchange.

"Blaine and I weren't really interested in each other," Jessa looked at Blaine with apologetic eyes.

He turned to Blaine, "Is this true, young man?"

Blaine nodded, "I'm afraid so, sir."

"Well, I can see why. A boy like you deserves a respectable woman who wouldn't run off with some prep school boy."

Blaine closed his eyes and collected himself. He knew this wasn't his place to say anything.

"No," Blaine heard Jed's voice cut through the conversation, "he helped her." The look in Jed's eyes scared Blaine.

"Jed…" he started.

"No, Blaine. You probably introduced them. You've been using my sister to hide your own ways, I'm sure. You always thought you were smarter than all of us. But you weren't then, and you sure aren't now. Don't forget, Pa, that he's no more than a prep school dropout as well."

Blaine flinched, "Jed, why can't you let it go? You've been jealous of me for years and I'm sick of it."

"You were the one that convinced my sister to hide this all from me," Jed took a step closer to Blaine.

"No, she hid it from you because she was afraid that you would react like this," Blaine stepped backwards, not wanting to create a show.

Jessa pulled her family away from the two boys, not wanting to reveal any more secrets Blaine may have. "Like what? How do you think it feels to realize that your sister is running away with a prep school boy, and that your childhood best friend is a disgusting piece of filth?"

Blaine felt his stomach tighten and his temper swell, "Go home, Jed. You leave this farm, and I don't care if I ever see you step foot on it again."

"You can't tell me what…"

"I can. This will eventually be my farm, remember? Go home, Jed. Now." Blaine's voice dipped low and Jed's eyes widened.

Blaine watched his friend retreat to his truck and speed out of the field. Blaine looked away and put his head in his hands.

All of a sudden he heard screeching tires and screams. Everyone in the field ran towards the street, screaming. Blaine sprinted across the field and saw Jed's truck stopped, and Jed standing with a horrified look on his face. When Blaine got closer, he saw why – there was a body on the street.

As Blaine ran down the hill he kicked a shoe. He looked down and saw a familiar shiny black dress shoe. "Oh my god, no!" Blaine sprinted again to the body lying on the street. He saw the vest and the tight-fitting dress pants. "Kurt!" Blaine yelled, but received no response from the boy. Colored eggs rolled down the street and Jed's sobs filled the air.

Jessa gripped Jeff, who pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

Blaine reached the body and went to touch it.

"Don't, Blaine!" Jeff yelped, "Don't move him. You're only going to hurt him more."

Blaine looked up at the blonde boy, "We can't let him lay here! He isn't moving."

"B-Blaine…" Jessa said quietly, pointing out a finger.

Blaine looked down again at Kurt and saw what Jessa was pointing at.

A pigtail stuck out from underneath Kurt's body.


Don't hurt me.