A/N: okay so helping the man won and a lot of people guessed who the man is x3 so I hope u enjoy this chapter a lot, please check out Haute Couture, its coming to an end and…I'm all emotional over it, I love you guys, thank you so much for reading LessThanThree
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For some moments you're torn between fear and being polite but in the end you turn and walk away from the home. Surely if your father came out he couldn't punish you on front of the man and that would give you plenty of time to come up with an explanation that he would approve of.
"Sir?" You called, quickening your pace to a swift jog as you rush across the street. The man doesn't seem to have heard you and cradles his hand; the mitt lies on the grass, smoking as you approach his sidewalk. "Sir are you okay?" Just as he looks up another figure rushes out of the door.
"Dad! Dad let me see it!" The voice of the emerging boy hits you like a punch in the stomach and you feel yourself stop at the edge of the small garden. The brunette boy is standing, taking his father's hand in his own. He is wearing some sweats and a maroon shirt that is so big it slips off of his shoulder as well as an apron. It is nothing like the cream and corduroy ensemble you had seen him in this morning but you are still taken aback.
Kurt.
The boy you had been looking for all day. He was here…he was your neighbour…and he was utterly gorgeous.
"I told you dad, you had to take the pastries out at EXACT fifteen minutes." He said with a sigh, not even noticing you as his father removed his hand.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's fine alright? I'm okay. And don't take that tone with me Mr. You know I'm just doing this brunch thing for you." Surprisingly the mans words distracts you from the boy on front of you. He speaks to the boy in such a gentle, fond tone. Even though he's telling him not to talk in a certain fashion he doesn't have the anger you're so used to hearing in your fathers voice. You find yourself just standing at the edge of the garden awkwardly, staring towards them both and finally Kurt convinces his father to just go inside and glances up, spotting you.
Your eyes lock and you feel your throat close up, mouth running dry. Your hands are a little damp as they usually get when you're nervous and you have no idea what to say.
"You're that kid from school." Kurt says and your eyes widen. "You pushed Quinn ov…"
"No, no!" You finally find your voice. "I haven't, I'd never push a girl." The boy rolls his eyes and shakes his head, turning around. "Wait, Kurt." You aren't even sure what you plan to say to him but the moment you speak his name his back tenses and you feel like an idiot.
"How do you know my name?" he asks in a nervous fashion, turning around and you curse yourself silently, screwing your eyes shut.
"I-I….I met some guys…in the school…they were looking for you and I kinda helped." A shameful look crosses Kurt's features as he considers worrying his friends and he glances to his feet. He doesn't even question how you knew it was HIM, surely they hadn't shown you a picture or something.
"Damn." He mutters to himself, not looking to you for some seconds. Awkwardly you stand at the edge of the grass and bite down on your tongue. After some moments he glances up, gazing to the cars driving by before looking to you. "Look I'm sorry I dragged you into this." His tone is so sad and genuinely apologetic but you feel worried. What does he mean 'dragged you into this'? It sounds so ominous.
"What?" It comes out as little more than a whisper and goes unnoticed as both your attention is turned to the jeep driving into the driveway. Kurt's eyes become downcast once more and the door of the jeep opens and closes with a loud snap.
"What the hell dude?" Finn of all people steps out and storms over to Kurt, whose saddened look turns annoyed in a moment.
"Don't you yell at me."
"Don't tell me what to do when you wouldn't even pick up your damn phone." For a moment you're confused and you look to the two boys on front of you.
"Are you two together?" you suddenly interrupt, not meaning to. In fact it was supposed to be a silent question so the moment it comes out you cover your mouth. Finn glares to you, only noticing you now and Kurt's cheeks turn bright pink.
"What? No!" Kurt gasps a little suddenly. Finn is still frowning.
"What? Seriously dude?" He questions and suddenly you remember how he had told you he was Kurt's stepbrother. Your cheeks turn bright pink.
"Oh…I'm sorry….of course you're…" Both are giving you looks that just scream to get out of here. You feel like an utter idiot. "I shouldn't have interrupted….I'll just go." You don't move but neither protest so after some seconds you turn your back and skulk away like a puppy that had just been given out to. Behind you, you can hear both boys squabbling even more as you walk across the tarmac. Before you even reach the path, your father is standing outside the door.
"Where…"
"I was helping our neighbours…something happened, a fire." You fail in explaining yourself, stuttering, keeping your head down. The man looks across at the two boys arguing, not even noticing the smoking mitt in the grass.
"A likely fucking story…I have told you I cannot stand lies…and I can no longer stand your incompetence, you will do anything to not lift a finger, you lazy piece of…"
"Hey." Both of you turn to see Mr. Hummel crossing the road. He had just succeeded in breaking up the boys and sending them inside before noticing the moving truck. You notice the bandages now wrapped around his hand but you are sure your father wont. Your father eyes the new neighbour and smiles in a fashion that would not paint him as this heartless brute of a parent.
"Hello." He nods and the man shakes his hand with his one good one.
"Burt Hummel, I'm just from across the street."
"Gregory Anderson, we've just moved in." Burt nods and you stand with your head down.
"So I can see, would you like some help?" You feel a slap on your back.
"Oh no, we have a perfectly good pair of legs here to do all the lifting." Your father chuckles as if it's a joke and Burt just smiles and nods in response. You feel your fathers hand pat on your back, sending you off to the truck. With a small nod and a hell to 'Mr. Hummel' you stalk off to get some stuff out.
"Nice kid you got there." You hear Burt say once your back is turned. "I burned my hand, learning to cook of all things and the oven mitt came on fire. He saw when I came out and I could see him approach to help." You hear Burt, you audibly witness him praising your almost good deed to your father but you know for a fact your father would never acknowledge nit as you start to get more stuff from the truck, unable to help yourself as you gaze towards the home across from yours.
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"It's a nice neighbourhood." Your mothers gentle, soft voice is barely heard even though the only sound in the kitchen is the clank of knives and forks against china plates. Your mother is abnormally shy and soft spoken. She is a wonderful person, with the sweetest singing voice you have ever heard. You do not know how on earth she ended up with your father, let alone how she manages to smile and act like the perfectly happy housewife when you've heard her cry many a nights when she thought she was alone and the world was asleep.
You smile gently and nod your head in agreement, looking down to your Spaghetti alla carbonara and twirl it around your fork. Your mother is half Italian and it has always been a culture that was close to her. You even speak the language and she has thought you some dishes.
"Have you…made any friends in school?" She asks and you almost miss her words but you smile and nod all the same, knowing what she was asking.
"The kids there are…"
Strange?
Unruly?
Crazy?
"Fun." You smile and eat some more. She looks so happy to see you talking as if you enjoy your new school and claps her dainty hands together.
"Wonderful, have you made any friends? Is there anyone special yet?" It's almost funny and definitely adorable to hear her soft tone taking so excitedly yet still remaining so timid. You smile and blush.
"I've..made some friends…and…well…" Your hesitant tone and smiling face is enough to give your parents that there is someone…at least you are interested in. your mother smiles but your father suddenly slaps his hand down upon the table.
"Go to bed Blaine!" He snaps and your eyes widen as he does so. You know he does not approve of you being gay but…well usually you would get some kind of warning to stop talking about your 'disgusting lifestyle' first. Although he is a little tetchier than usually. Burt's arrival outside meant he had been unable to publish you for fear of getting off on the wrong foot with the neighbours.
"Dad I…"
"Don't you dare talk back to me! Get to bed…don't even think of finishing your meal. Hercules can have it." The old, grey Irish Wolfhound by the door lifts his head and lets out a weak moan at the mention of his name. your face falls and you pale. It wouldn't matter if you were allowed eat, you've lost your apatite anyway.
You stand from the table, eyes downcast and put your plates away. Your father doesn't stop you from cleaning your mess and you leave the room, tears filling in your eyes. Today was such a long, horrible day.
You did make some friends…you think…but still the boy you think you may already have a crush on thinks you're a freak, you missed classes and now this?
"Oh man…" You whisper softly, walking into your bedroom and closing the door. There's a single bed and some cowboy wallpaper along the walls due to the fact that this had been a bedroom for a four year old boy last time. You needed to do some redecorating. Still you are not bothered and you instead lay down on your bed, not even getting out of your clothes.
For two hours you lay there until you fall asleep.
-.-.-.-The Next Day-.-.-.-
The next day Biology passes by uneventfully and you run into very few people. You are paired up with Sarah, a small girl with long, very dark brown hair who constantly tidied your workstation as you worked, and another girl named Stephanie although she spelt her name different from the girl who was head of drama, although you did discover she was involved in drama as well.
After Biology you go for lunch, not sure where on earth to sit. You pray to god that you will find someone you know to sit with and sure enough, once you walk in, you see Tina.
She walks by with a boy, a handsome Asian, arm linked in arm as she carries her tray with the other hand. With a small smile you take a step forward.
"Hi…Tina?" you say and she looks around, smiling gently when she sees you.
"Oh hi Blaine." She glances to the boy, her boyfriend and then to you. "Blaine this is my boyfriend Mike, Mike this is Blaine, he's who I was telling you about." This boy, Mike, smiles and shakes your hand. You cant help but admire his strong grip and amazing arms.
"Hey Blaine, nice to meet you."
"You too." You nod and Tina suddenly suggests that you sit with them. You smile gently and nod, gazing towards her. "That'd be amazing, thanks..I was pretty nervous, I don't know anyone here."
"Well you know us." She smiles and leads you to a table where Finn, the annoying girl whose name you can't remember if you heard, Mercedes, Artie, Puck, some others and…Kurt sit. You blush a little as everyone greats you and you take the empty space across from Kurt.
"Blaine isn't it?" the annoying girl asks and you glance to her, nodding your head.
"Yea." You say and she smiles, shaking your hand.
"I'm Rachel, it's really nice to meet you." She smiles and begins to natter on, talking about some musical she is auditioning for. You nod as if interested but make a point to keep Kurt in your peripheral vision. She continues to chatter onwards, babbling on about something you have no interest in. Instead you focus on how good Kurt's arms look in the white shirt and grey waistcoat he's wearing and how musical his laughter sounds as he's talking to Mercedes.
"So what do you think?" Finally Rachel's words are audible to you again and you gaze to her as if hearing her for the first time.
You have no idea what she has been saying for the past five odd minutes.
Do you…
A) confess you didn't hear?
Or
B) Let on you know exactly what she's talking about?
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A/N: this chapter could have gone one of a million ways but it went this way and is the longest chapter yet x3 I hope you enjoyed :) believe it or not this is an important choice XD choose wisely XD also if you wanna imagine how soft spoken Blaine's mother is imagine Fluttershy from My Little Pony XD
Character credit:
Stephanie [c] Nhiallys
Sarah [c] MyScarlettLady
Hope you enjoyed :)