"Olive!" Kurt yelled as soon as Oliver stopped running. He didn't care if Oliver heard him call him Olive. Kurt stalked him to the tree where they sat after James' death. Oliver didn't stop until he was right under the branches.
"Olive!" Kurt yelled again and stood right outside, so he wasn't inside but he could still see him. Oliver shook his head slowly.
"Olive? Is that your nickname for me?" He turned around and laughed with a hint of bitterness. "I haven't heard someone call me Olive since my mum died. It's nice to have someone with such a nice voice to call me that again. It brings back nice memories." His smile shortened.
Kurt walked closer to Oliver and slapped him. A tear fell down his face.
Oliver chuckled sadly. "Guess I kind of deserved that."
"How could you not tell me? I thought I was your friend." Kurt whispered. "Your gay friend."
Oliver bit his lip. "I'm sorry."
"How could you play me on like that? It killed me seeing you run away, like every boy does to me. I thought you were different." Kurt sobbed.
Oliver looked guilty. "I didn't mean too. I am different. Well, I thought you knew I was. I guess I wasn't as obvious as I thought." He shrugged.
"Of course you weren't! Hanging around Lily like that. So you're not with her?" Kurt nervousily fiddled with his tie.
Oliver's pupils shrunk as his face went in shock mode. "L-Lily? You think me and Lily?"
Kurt went defensive. "Well, you also seem to be around her and hugging. I just thought-"
"Lily is my sister." Silence. For a second, both boys only heard a breeze shake the leaves of the tree.
Kurt's mouth opened slightly. "But you don't look alike. And I have never heard her last name."
"Are you kidding? We are both redheads!" Oliver yanked his hair. "Although different shades." He admitted. "She's orange, while mine sort of like-"
"Blood." Oliver smiled at Kurt's . "Yeah."
"I kind of thought birds of a feather flock together."
Oliver smiled. "Like you and Mercedes. Real birds of a feather there."
Kurt puffed up. "Don't you insult Mercedes."
"When did I insult her?" Oliver argued, throwing his hands up in the air. Sighing, he slowly put them back down. "We just have a different dad that's all."
"What about James? You said you didn't feel anything for him and you weren't gay."
Oliver rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You misinterpreted me. I am gay, but I don't love James. He's is", Oliver stopped, tears in his eyes, "Was my best friend."
Kurt let out a tiny, "Oh."
"I love someone else." Oliver blurted. Kurt stared at Oliver but he was looking at the ground, biting his lip.
Kurt's hopes rose. "So you really like me? Not just like a friend?" Oliver lifted his head and gave a tiny nod. Kurt smiled in relief.
"I liked you from the first moment we met." Oliver leaned in, his eyes sparkling in the shade of the branches. Kurt blushed and held his ground.
"I liked you the first time too. But it was when you stood up for me that I loved you."
Oliver stopped. "Really? It wasn't a big-"
"It was a huge deal Oliver." Kurt interrupted. "You have no idea how much it makes me feel better knowing that someone cares." They were standing less than 30cm apart.
Oliver became uncomfortable. "Don't make me feel like I am some kind of hero."
"But you are!"
"No I'm not!" Kurt looked surprised at Oliver's outburst. He calmed down. "Don't turn me into something I'm not. I just stood up for a friend."
"A friend?" Kurt drew out the word. He chewed his lip.
"Well, more than that." Oliver leaned in and touched his nose with Kurt's. Kurt's breathing became harder and quicker and his eyes widened. He had never been this close to a boy before. Kurt was afraid Oliver would laugh at him. Oliver took Kurt's hand and gently squeezed it. Kurt's mouth opened slightly, inviting him. Oliver smiled. "A boyfriend." Oliver charged at Kurt, locking his soft lips onto Kurt's. At first Kurt took a sharp in take of breath. Kurt pulled away a little.
"Oliver, I don't really know how to do this…"
Oliver smiled. "Me neither." He laughed softly and focused on Kurt. "Lets take it slow then." He suggested. Kurt nodded. At first, they only touched lips. But soon, Oliver moved his lips and tried an angle. Kurt slowly did the same. After a little while, the boys had a rhythm.
Kurt placed his arms around Oliver and touched the middle of his neck. Oliver's arms left his side and he placed them at Kurt's waist. Kurt's eyes squeezed together as he let the feeling over take him. Kurt put a little more force in and took charge. But Oliver quickly drew away and fell to his knees. Kurt was still standing up, hypnotised from the kiss. He shook his head and looked down, surprised to see Oliver breathing rapidly.
"What am I doing?" His whispered, clutching his chest. Oliver's eyebrows drew together and he looked worried.
Kurt sat in front of him. "What do you mean?" Kurt's finger outlined Oliver jaw. Oliver snapped his head at him. "You are making out with your boyfriend." Kurt sounded a little concerned. "Did I do it wrong?" He whispered.
Oliver shook his head, chasing the thought away. He looked at Kurt, slapping a smile on his dial. "No, you were perfect. 'Boyfriend' just seems kind of weird. I'm not used to it."
Kurt laughed and kissed Oliver's cheek. "You'll get used to it, Olive."
