Blaine had no idea he would be having a deep, heartfelt conversation with Kurt Hummel that day he came to his house after school.

Okay, maybe not deep and heartfelt with dramatic music in the background and tears and hugs. However, it was the most delicate and most understanding conversation Blaine had in a long time. The last time he had a conversation like this was when he came out to his mother a few years back and all he did was cry into her arms while she rubbed his back. At that moment, Blaine's mother didn't care if her son was gay or straight. She just cared that he was her son.

Blaine arrived on Kurt's porch about half an hour after school ended. Kurt had written down his address on a slip of paper and gave it to Blaine before the day ended, and before he knew it, bam. There was Blaine, ringing the door bell to the Hummel-Hudson's residence, his script tucked away in his ratty backpack. He cleared his throat, flattened down his button down plaid shirt and re-tied his shoe laces before waiting patiently for the door to open. He had no idea why he was trying to make himself look suitable enough to go inside Kurt's house. It wasn't like he had to pass some sort of test just to get by the door. But Blaine always liked to be prepared.

The door slowly swung open after a few seconds, and there was Kurt. He'd changed out of the outfit he wore at school into something less-extravagant, but still 100% Kurt. Blaine started to feel a little self-conscious that he hadn't changed into anything, but who cared? It wasn't like he came to Kurt for fashion advice.

Kurt stood shyly at the frame of the door, stepping to the side and slightly smiling, not quite meeting Blaine's eyes yet. Kurt had never had a boy in his house. Sometimes, some of his friends from ND would come over to hang out, but it was usually because Finn invited them or something. Really, Kurt had never had a boy for himself in his house before.

"Hello Blaine," Kurt greeted kindly. "Come in."

Blaine stepped off of the wooden porch and into Kurt's house. It wasn't like what he expected. It was a very modern type of house, but since Blaine knew that Kurt and his stepbrother Finn were two completely different people, he expected to see clashes of football and designer scarves. Blaine mentally smacked himself for being a judgmental twat.

Blaine removed his shoes and placed them neatly by the door.

"Thanks for letting me do this," Blaine told Kurt, "I know it's kind of unexpected...but I really can't do this on my own."

Kurt shook his head and smiled. "It's fine. Um, you can go on upstairs, my room is the second door down the right hall. I just have to go tell my dad that you're here."

"Sounds good," Blaine said, and headed upstairs while Kurt went to find his dad working in the garage.

Blaine had only been to his closest friends' houses before, like Wes, Jeff, Nick, and a few others. Kurt wasn't exactly his best friend yet, and he'd only known truly known Kurt for about 2 weeks at the time. To be honest, this was extremely awkward. He felt like a stalker, wandering around in someone else's house. He expected to run into Finn because he knew that Finn was Kurt's step-brother, but there was no one upstairs.

When Blaine finally found Kurt's room, he carefully opened the door and looked around. It definitely screamed Kurt, alright. Near the window, there was a large mirror with bottles and what-not's scattered around it. There was also a desk with a computer on the opposite side of the window. A large, queen sized bed with a maroon comforter and white pillows rested in the center, with a closet, drawers and a bookshelf near by. The walls of Kurt's room were painted a lemony yellow color, with a few posters taped onto them. Blaine chuckled silently to himself. This was definitely what he was expecting.

Light poured in from the blinds on the window, and Blaine took a seat on Kurt's comfy bed. He waited, twiddling his thumbs, his eyes scanning the room. This was obviously not the typical room of a teenage boy, but then again, Kurt was far from ordinary. In a good way, of course.

A curious item standing on Kurt's night stand caught Blaine's eye. It was a small, plastic bottle with an orange sticker wrapped around it. Next to it was a glass of water. Blaine squinted to see what was inside the bottle. It looked like medication, but Blaine wasn't sure. He began to move closer to the bottle when Kurt came through the door.

"Hey, sorry about that. Are you re- Blaine?" asked Kurt, his hands oh his hips, script in hand.

"Oh," Blaine's head spun around to meet Kurt. "Sorry. I was just looking around. What is this, if you don't mind me asking?" Blaine pointed to the little bottle.

"Oh," Kurt seemed a tad more alert. He walked on over to the night table and picked up the bottle, setting it on his bookshelf. He didn't look at Blaine. "Nothing. Are you ready to start?"

Blaine was suspicious for a few minutes, but he decided he should leave Kurt to his business. He didn't want to get in the way of anything him or his family might be up to. Or at least, not so soon.

"Yeah," Blaine smiled, pulling his script out of his backpack and waving it around.

"Where's your family?" asked Blaine and Kurt took a seat next to him on the bed and crossed his legs. Kurt flipped his script open to the correct page, and then grabbed Blaine's script and did the same.

"Finn's not around right now," Kurt replied, carefully turning each page as if they were made of glass. "I think he's at Rachel's, I'm not sure what that kid does. Um, I think my step-mother Carole is still at work, and my dad is working in the tire shop downstairs."

"I see," Blaine said.

There was a pause for a few minutes, but it wasn't awkward. It was a familiar silence, a humble silence that Blaine sometimes felt when he was alone.

"I like your room," Blaine blurted out of nowhere, which was a little strange.

Kurt smiled and handed the script back to Blaine. "Thank you. Now, I've high-lighted all of your parts in pink, but just remember that the italic font isn't part of your monologue. It's just there to describe something, like an action or a song."

"Right," Blaine nodded. He looked at the page and skimmed through the words quickly.

"Who's Felix?" asked Blaine.

"That's me," Kurt grinned. "My character. I figured since we only have a few scenes together through out the whole show, we might as well just do those scenes first, if that's okay with you? And then we'll go over the more major stuff later."

"That's fine," Blaine said. Kurt was about to read his line when Blaine unknowingly interrupted. "So, like, what does Felix do, exactly?"

Kurt giggled, releasing the breath he took before reading. He wasn't annoyed at all by Blaine's curiosity. In fact, he found it quite adorable.

To be honest, Kurt had admired Blaine from afar for a very long time. Since the beggining of his junior year, to be exact. Of course, Kurt didn't have a crush on him or anything. He didn't know him enough to do that. However, Kurt always thought Blaine was cute. Blaine's whole "nice-guy-who-is-talented-and-handsome" thing made Kurt that more interested to talk to him more. He'd known Blaine since the 9th grade, but he didn't really speak to him unless it was by accident.

Sometimes, in the library during a free period, Kurt would catch Blaine sitting on the sofa's reading a book or tuning his guitar. He would watch him from behind a book, see how slowly his warm eyes disappeared behind those long lashes, how he frustratingly ran a hand through those quite gorgeous dark curls when he made a spelling mistake and had to erase his homework, how he crossed those arms in front of his torso when he walked out to leave. Sometimes Kurt would try to sit next to him and talk to Blaine about a book or something, but Blaine was always to quick and got up and left. So naturally, the moment when Blaine asked for help from Kurt, Kurt said yes. But he didn't do it just because Blaine was good-looking. He did it in hopes to actually get to know him. Kurt was a good person and wasn't going to force himself on Blaine. Just a little friendship would be nice. In fact, the last thing he wanted was for Blaine to fall for him. And Kurt had pretty serious reasons.

"Well," Kurt began, "Felix is a ghost or a spirit, whatever you want to call it. And he's there to test Henry, that's you, about true love since he's all bitter from being blind and losing his wife a long time ago."

Blaine chuckled. "Funny how they decided to make him a blind piano player."

"Hey," Kurt said, playfully swatting Blaine's arm, "Blind piano players are legends. Look at Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder."

"I guess," Blaine shrugged, "But why make him blind?"

Kurt thought about it for a moment, cocking his head to the side and looking at the ceiling before returning to Blaine. "Well, maybe because it's some sort of...sign. Or a metaphor, you know? Maybe not all hope is lost for the grumpy old man who's never heard of love. If he can play an instrument in the dark, maybe he can do other things in the dark that he never thought he could? I don't know. I'm just throwing that out there."

Blaine stared right as Kurt's face for a few minutes, scanning his features. Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes burning into his skin, but he pretended not to notice as he cleared his throat and reached for the script.

"That's amazing," Blaine mumbled after a few seconds.

Kurt looked up. "Hmm?"

"That's really cool," Blaine mindlessly fiddled with the pages of his script while keeping his eyes on Kurt. "That's great how you can do that. Predict that, I mean."

Kurt flushed. "I'm just assuming."

"Assumption or not," Blaine continued, "It's still very creative. I didn't know people could think like that. That's spectacular, Kurt."

If possible, Kurt was becoming the exact same color as a rose when each second passed. He wasn't sure if he should feel flattered or embarrassed.

"Yes, well," Kurt said, looking away. "Like I said, it's nothing special. Just what I think. I'd love to do something like that some day."

"Something like what?" asked Blaine, adjusting his position so that his chin was resting on his knee.

"Um," Kurt thought. How could he explain this? "I'm not saying I want to write a book about metaphors or something," Blaine chuckled, "But I'd love to make a positive impact on someone's thinking. Maybe open someone's eyes?"

Blaine nodded. "That's a great ambition."

"I have a whole list of them," Kurt said. "Stuff that I really want to do before I..."

Kurt trailed off, and Blaine finished his sentence for him. "Before you die?"

Kurt gulped, but Blaine didn't notice, luckily. "Yeah. You probably don't want to hear them, though. They're pretty boring."

"Nah. I'd love to hear them," Blaine said politely. He wasn't bored, actually. This was more fun than he expected.

"Um, you sure?" Kurt asked with a loud giggle at the end. This is weird, thought Kurt. Who wants to hear some gay kid's list of dreams?

"Sure. If you want to, at least. Since we're on the subject."

"Er-" Kurt began. Blaine waited patiently as Kurt struggled to pick which ambition to name first.

"Well, someday I'd love to perform in front of a full-fledged audience," Kurt said.

"Really?" asked Blaine.

Kurt nodded. "I'm not talking about a competition audience or anything though. I'm talking about musical theatre, or a play, or something along those lines. Hopefully, people will show up to see the musical so I can fulfil that dream."

Blaine smirked, Kurt went on.

"Um, oh let's see, what else?" Kurt clicked his teeth together, trying to figure out what to say.

"I'd love to spend a whole year reading those books over there." Kurt nodded his head in the direction of his book shelf, where probably more than one hundred books were all packed tightly together.

"All of those? Really?" Blaine gaped.

"I've read about half of them, but I'm still going strong," Kurt laughed. He counted each ambition on his fingers as he went along. "Uh, let's see... influence a mind, books, perform...oh, I'd love to learn to play an instrument, too. And, um…

Blaine blinked. "Is that it?"

"Well, no. There's one more, and it's kind of y number one thing I want to do before I die," Kurt said, even though he seemed to be hesitating.

"Sorry if I pushed you into anything," Blaine said to help Kurt out, waving his hands in front of him. "You um, don't have to tell me if it's to personal or something."

"No, it's fine, don't apologize," Kurt said. "Just...don't laugh when I tell you, okay?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why would I laugh?"

Kurt flushed and buried his face in his hands, which Blaine thought was kind of cute.

"Because it's weird. Well, it's not weird. Just different from my other ambitions," Kurt's words were muffled by his hands.

Blaine put a hand to his head and spoke in a pretend-manly-man voice. "I promise I will not laugh at you."

"Iwannagetmarriedsomeday," Kurt mumbled out so fast that Blaine didn't catch it.

"What was that?" Blaine asked again, trying not to giggle. Not because he was making fun of Kurt, but because this was the first time he'd seen Kurt all jittery. Blaine bit his lip.

Kurt took a deep breath and revealed his pink face. "I said, I'd really like to get married one day. I know that sounds really stupid and so 16-year-old-girl esc, but that's what I really. really want one day."

Blaine smiled at Kurt for a very long time, just admiring how much burning passion there was inside this boy.

"I think I'd like that too, someday," Blaine told Kurt.

"I doubt it'll happen, though," Kurt said.

"Why?" asked Blaine, sitting up straighter.

Kurt didn't tell Blaine the real reason why he didn't think he would ever get married. How could he? Now wasn't the time to tell anyone about what was going on in Kurt's private life. No one knew, not even his closest friends. Only about 3 people on the face of the planet earth knew what was behind Kurt, which was his father, Carole and Finn, since they all live in the same house. And as much as Kurt cared about Blaine, he didn't want him to know yet. So he lied.

"Because," Kurt sighed, "I just...don't see the reason why anyone would want to."

"Well, a dreams a dream," Blaine told him, "And any dream can be accomplished if you set your mind to it. I think you have a shot."

Kurt smiled. Kurt wanted to break. Wanted to scream and cry and tear his walls apart, to shout to the real world what was really going on with him. But he'd never do that.

"Thanks," Kurt said, clearing his throat again and flipping through the pages of the script until he was back to the highlighted sections.

"Um, we better...you know, practice," Kurt chuckled.

"Totally," Blaine agreed. "Take if from your line?"

After about half an hour or so, Blaine and Kurt had called it a day. Kurt invited Blaine back over and told him he could come over for help any time he wanted.

Blaine thanked Kurt before slipping his shoes back on. He awkwardly gave Kurt a hand shake, but the awkwardness faded and he concentrated on how warm and soft Kurt's hands were.

When Blaine left that evening, Kurt lingered by the door for a few seconds after closing it.

I don't like this chapter, so I'm sorry if it sucks. More to come soon.