Author's Note: In this chapter we are finishing first day of school. Then a dinner with Blaine's Dad (should be interesting). There is a part in the beginning that Blaine isn't there for and is told in a third person POV. Um, yeah….. Pointless Author's Note. Blaine Singing. Kurt singing. Chapter 11, here we go. P.S: Yes Blaine and Kurt will get together, had a few questions about that. They will be sickeningly cute.
"So what are you goin' to do while I'm at baseball practice?" I asked Kurt right before the dismissal bell rang that afternoon. "I don't know, I thought I would sit in the bleachers or a classroom and read or something?" he said with a shrug. "You could go to tutoring. Mr. Wilson opens up his classroom to kids who need help. He would let you stay in there." I suggested. "I think I'll do that. I haven't read a book in three days, which is a record for me." he decided. "Bookworm." I called him. He rolled his blue eyes and packed up his stuff. The bell rang and we departed. I went to baseball practice as usual, but I didn't know Kurt was about to make a huge impact on one person.
Kurt walked into the small English room and looked around. There were only a few kids there, a group of girls painting, some guys trying to figure out math and then there was a boy sitting alone in the back of the class room. "Mr. Hummel, do you need something?" asked Mr. Wilson. "No sir, Blaine is at baseball and I thought I would take this opportunity to catch up on my reading." he said. "Well take a seat. Try to keep you talking to a minimum please." Wilson said. Kurt turned on is heel and walk back to sit next to the boy. "Hi there, I'm Kurt." he whispered. The boy looked up at him. "What do you want?" he asked. "Just to say hi; what's your name?" Kurt said. "Tyler Rose." he mumbled. Kurt eyes popped open. "You can move if you want to. I understand; you don't wanna catch the gay." Tyler said still reading his book. "You can't catch the gay Tyler. Anyway I already have it." he said smartly. Tyler looked up at Kurt, "You're gay too?" Tyler asked. "You couldn't tell?" Kurt said jokingly. Tyler bowed his head again. "Hey I'm kidding. Come with me." Kurt said. Tyler shook his head. "Tyler come on I'm not going to beat you up." Kurt said as he rolled his eyes. Ty slammed his book and followed Kurt out of the class room and into the auditorium. They sat cross legged facing each other in the middle of the stage. "How are you?" asked Kurt "Fine." mumbled Ty. "How are you really?" he asked again. "I'm scared, I'm afraid to talk or to look people in the eyes. People look at me like I'm an outsider, like I don't deserve to breathe the same air of them. My friends won't even look at me. My parents won't let talk to me or let me talk to my grandparents. I feel like I'm utterly alone." Tyler said through small tears. "Tyler, look at me. You never need to feel like that. You are worth just as much as they are. I apologize for what I'm about to say, but you parents are asses. You should love your children no matter what. I know one thing for sure; you have at least two friends." Kurt said. "Really who would want to be my friend?" Tyler said softly. "Well first of all, me. Can you guess the other?" Kurt said. He shrugged looking at the floor again. "Blaine Anderson." Kurt said matter of fact. Tyler's head shot up. "B?" Kurt nodded. "Blaine's dad told us at dinner that you had come out. After dinner Blaine and I talked. He said that you were still the same Ty who ate worms in 8th grade and didn't puke his guts out." Kurt said proudly. Tyler's smile stretched a mile wide. "Blaine is my best friend. He has done some crazy things too. Have you seen the scar on his elbow? He jumped of a trampoline and tried to dunk a basketball. He missed and when he hit the concrete his bone popped out of this elbow. It took 40 stitches and two years of physical therapy before he could pitch again. He was sure his life was over during those two year. I made him play soccer with me so he wouldn't go insane. He also screamed like a little girl when he was all the blood on the ground and on the basketball." he laughed. "I would have loved to hear and see that. Well it's almost 5 o'clock so practice almost done. Let's go meet Blaine at his truck." Kurt said.
"Okay boys, go shower. I'm proud of how hard you guys practiced today. You play like that Thursday you could win this." shouted Coach. I grabbed my water bottle and dumped it on my head. I took my time showering and getting changed. "Bye B." shouted Clayton. I waved as I walked out of the locker room and to the parking lot. I noticed two people standing by my truck. One was Kurt, but I couldn't make out the other. As I got closes I saw it was Ty. I tossed my stuff in the truck and look at Tyler. "Hey Blaine." he said shyly. He yelped as I picked him up and hugged him. "Put me down B! If you don't put me down I'm gonna spit on your hair!" threatened Tyler. I set him down and looked at him. "Why the heck did you stop talking to me, Ty?" I said. "I was afraid that you would shun me. It was easier to stop talking to you instead of getting humiliated in front of everybody." Tyler explained. "Look at me Tyler. Don't ever think that I won't want to talk to you; you are my best friend dude. I'm not going to leave you because of something you can't change. You are still you. We are still B and Ty. But now, we are adding Kurt to this. Ty, Kurt, and B. you are never going to be alone Tyler. You will always have somebody there for you." I said forcefully. "I know B. Thank you too." Tyler said softly. "You know what; Saturday we are having a campout. We are going to my spot, setting up a camp fire, making s'mores, and being total hicks. Deal?" I asked. "Deal." he smiled. I wrapped him in another bear hug. "I gotta get going. My Ma will kill me if I'm late." Ty said. I waved and watched Tyler climb on this bike and ride away.
"I'm proud of you Blaine." Kurt said as we drove back to my house. "For what?" I asked. "For being a man. For not being a total jerk wad to Tyler. For being a real friend." he said seriously. "Well thank you for being proud of me but it's not about having that. The whole thought of ditching Ty like everybody else did make me sick. People talk about doing the 'Christian' thing, but that's not the 'Christian' thing. I don't think I could just go with what my dad thinks is the 'Christian' thing. I would run away before I did what my dad is doing." I said angrily. "Calm down Blaine. You aren't your dad. You are Blaine. You are goofy, caring, and a real man. Also, I need a cool nickname. You have B, Tyler has Ty, Clayton has Clay, and I am nickname less." said Kurt thoughtful. "You could be K, Kurtsie, or Hummel." I said smirking. "I think I'll have Tyler give me a nickname. Those sound like they were made up by an uncreative 6 year old." he said. "I am quiet creative actually! I play the piano, guitar, and the violin and I also am a fantastic singer. Now tell me who is uncreative?" I said as I pulled into the barn and climbed out of the truck. "There is no way you play three instruments. I only play the piano and I live for music." Kurt exclaimed as he shut the truck door. "What can I say; I'm talented. My mom wanted me to do something besides sports so she chose music. She taught me piano, my grandpa taught me violin, and I taught myself the guitar." I said as we walked but the path. "You never fail to impress me Mr. Anderson." Kurt said dramatically. "I try Mr. Hummel, I try." We walked into the house and set you stuff down. "There you Blaine go clean up you father is going to be home in a few minutes." mom said. "Yes Ma." I said running up the stairs. "Kurt, would you want to help me cook. I'm sorry to ask my I got home late. It's nothing to hard." she asked sweetly. "I'd love to. I'm actually a pretty good cook ma'am." Kurt said.
"This looks really good Robin." my dad said as he said down at the table. "Thank you sweetie. Kurt helped me actually. He is a really good cook." complimented my mom. My dad's eyebrows rose. "Really, where did you learn to cook Kurt?" he asked suspiciously. "Well my mom always let me cook with her when I was little. Then when she passed, my dad's attempts at dinner were pizza or grilled cheese. So I when I got older I took it upon myself to be the cook in the house. Don't get me wrong I love my dad for trying but he is most likely the worst cook I have ever seen." laughed Kurt. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother Kurt. So what else do you like to do, do you play any sports?" dad asked. "I was actually the kicker for my football team when I was a freshman but I lost interest in that. But I sing and play piano, I'm a huge bookworm too." he said. "Blaine's a kicker too. He looks like a 12 year old on the field, he's me smallest kid on the team. He's a pretty darn good pitcher though. First All Conference freshman in school history." boasted my dad. "Stop it dad. Can we say grace so we can eat please?"He nodded and we grabbed hands. "Dear Lord we thank you for these wonderful blessing you have given us. We pray for those around us who have sinned. We pray they find you again. I'm God's name we pray Amen." "Amen." "So Kurt, do you have a girlfriend?" asked my dad bluntly. I coughed awkwardly and glanced at Kurt out the corner of my eye. "No, sir I don't have a girlfriend." he said oddly. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" dad asked. "I had a girlfriend when I was younger, but I don't have a one now." Kurt explained. I raised my eyebrows. My dad nodded. "So how was your day at work sweetie?" asked my mom quickly. I glanced at Kurt whose face was bright red. I gave him a small smile and returned to my dinner. This would definitely be a long year.
Author's Note: Blaine and Tyler's heart to heart. Kurt and Tyler's heart to heart. Kurt and Blaine's heart to heart! It was just a lovey dovey chapter. Next chapter we will have the meeting in the woods and that's really all. Won't be a really long chapter but it will have important stuff in it. Sorry this took so long. I have had the stomach flu for the past three days. It spread in my school, like a flipping wildfire and it was my turn to catch it. I have Scholastic Bowl tomorrow and a band lock in on Friday so I won't really write again till like Sunday. Sorry. Love yall. Read, Review, and keep enjoying. 3
