Why was she asking something like this? It was only her second day! She didn't want Kurt or anyone else to get the wrong idea about her, like she was a slut or something. Should she just walk away and say she made a mistake? Or should she ask. The look on his face was confused, as though he didn't understand why being gay made a difference. But added to that confusion was a somewhat caring gleam in his eyes. This was a sensitive boy, and she needed to know.
"What do you need to ask?" He asked, trying to prompt her along. Glee would start soon.
"Kurt, I don't know how to ask this, ok? I-I-I…" Her voice cracked, and at that very moment, a look of realization came onto his face.
"You're 13, right?" Miranda nodded. "You're confused. Are you attracted to women?"
"And men," Miranda replied. I'm really sorry, Kurt, I don't even know you! But I trust you to at least help me understand!"
"Why don't you come meet me and my buddy Blaine after school, in the auditorium? He's gay, too. We'll talk to you. Glee's going to start in a few minutes. Why don't you go talk to Mr. Schue?"
Miranda left him, and apparently, Kurt was going to be of a lot of help.
4th period.
Time for Glee.
Miranda sat down in the new chair, right next to Kurt's. He didn't acknowledge her, though he was in a different seat from yesterday. She supposed he'd saved it so she'd be comfortable. The day went by much slower than yesterday; though she didn't hear anything anyone said. Kurt's words replayed in her head.
Finally, the day ended. She stopped by the soda machine and got a Mountain Dew, then headed toward the auditorium.
"Miranda!" Kurt shouted. He was sitting on a barstool next to a very handsome boy, most likely Blaine. "Over Here!"
There was a third barstool, right next to Kurt. On his other side was Blaine. He seemed very nice and he shook Miranda's hand.
"Mind if I sit across from you guys?" she asked. "It's really hard to see the both of you from here."
Blaine was the one who replied. "Of course, Miranda."
How did this boy know her name? Of course, Kurt had already talked to him. She had every reason to think they were boyfriends.
Kurt confirmed her suspicions. "Yes, we're boyfriends. And from what you told me earlier, you were questioning yourself. Blaine and I will help explain." At that second, Blaine nodded. "We want you to feel comfortable with yourself and your sexuality."
"Let's get started, shall we?" Blaine asked rhetorically.
"What do you most want to know?" asked Kurt.
"Why am I like this? Why are people like this? What can I do to not get hurt?"
"First of all," Blaine said, "We won't let anybody hurt you when you're around us. Second, nobody knows why or how you become homosexual. Or bisexual, in your case. I think you're born with it." At that, Kurt nodded.
"You can't just choose your sexuality. It's already determined." Kurt added. "Do you have a phone?"
Miranda shook her head.
"An iPod touch?" She nodded, so he asked "Texting app?" She nodded again.
"Blaine, give her your number." Turning to Miranda, he said, "Here's mine, you can text me anytime," as he handed her a piece of paper. Blaine had written his down too, and Kurt spoke for him. "You can text him any time before seven, between then and eight, and after we're out of school. His school's incredibly different. I'm the one to text during class or nutrition if you need it."
Nodding, Miranda put the numbers into her iPod and asked one last thing. "I can call you my friends, right?" The boys nodded, and she gave them each a hug. "Thank you," she said, and didn't know what she was talking about.