A/N: First, thank you so very much for all your reviews and reads, and alerts! They make me smile and keep me writing. You guys are great! Secondly, by popular demand, I will be continuing this lovely story so this is chapter two! Be ready for some bitchy Kurt, slight protective Finn, idiotic/selfish Wes (I love him but it fit), some background, and Blaine deciding what his role in the circus will be. There's a lot of talking in this chapter and not as much action so it's more mellow. But next chapter will have tons of action as it will have a training Blaine in it. :) Looking forward to that! And of course Blaine will start getting to know everyone by name. To anyone that's never read my work before, if Rachel's bitchiness seems sky high to you, I tend to overdo it because I really don't like her all that much. So, I apologize if I offend anyone with that. xD Enough of my blabbering and rambling, on with chapter two! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I got no Glee to hold me down, to make me laugh, to make me frown. I wish I had Glee, but now you see, there is no Glee for me. Yeah, I don't own it and neither does Pinocchio I'm afraid.

Blaine found himself being led into the cluster of trailers behind the tent. He was still clutching his clothes, having not had a chance to change yet. But Kurt had immediately decided that Blaine would bunk with him.

The trailers were double-bunked, having space for two performers each but Kurt was the only occupant in his currently, so he had the space to offer Blaine. Blaine tried not to show how happy this was making him. The opportunity to spend more time with Kurt, to live in close quarters with this beautiful boy, it was unreal and unlike anything the curly-haired teenager could ever imagine.

They approached Kurt's trailer and Kurt unlocked the door, standing aside for Blaine to go in first. "You go ahead and change. I'll go talk to your friends." Blaine looked over at him, surprised.

"Talk to my friends?" Kurt smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why?"

"So I can explain what's going on. Would any of them be able to pack your stuff for you?"

Blaine froze. A sudden realization had just struck him, something he hadn't thought about because just knowing that he could be around Kurt had spurred his decision to join the McKinley Big Top. Of course he would need to leave Dalton. This was a traveling circus. He couldn't very well stay there and perform with McKinley at the same time. He drew a shaky breath. Kurt frowned.

Clasping his pale hands in front of him, the boy seemed to slump in stature, excitement leaving his persona. "You're having second thoughts now, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry Kurt I…" Blaine started before he could stop himself. Kurt cut him off.

"It's fine," he said, expression hardening. "Go change. I'll tell your friends you'll be there in a minute and than you can go back to your fancy school." Blaine cringed at the tone in the other boy's voice.

"Kurt wait!" he called out but Kurt had already turned and started walking off.

He could see Finn, who was working on removing his clown make-up throw the boy a confused look and than he looked directly at Blaine and the shorter boy swallowed. Finn was getting up, a stern expression on his face. This was not good.

"What did you say to him?" Finn said flatly, his eyes narrowed. Blaine swallowed.

"He…he thinks I'm having second thoughts," he said quietly. Finn's face relaxed slightly.

"Are you?" he demanded, trying to keep up his guard where his brother was concerned.

Blaine took a breath. "No…I just kind of hesitated. He reminded me of something I didn't think of, that I'd have to leave Dalton. I guess he assumed that I'm not willing to do that." By the time he finished, his voice was very quiet.

"Where's he going?"

"What?"

"Kurt, where is he going?"

"To tell my friends I'll be out in a minute."

Finn looked at him for a moment. "Are you going back to your school?" Blaine stayed quiet. "Blaine, are you going back to your school? I need an answer now!" Blaine still didn't say anything. Finn let out a frustrated sigh. "Blaine, unless you want Kurt snapping his tongue at your friends, I suggest you answer me so I can get to him before he gets to them."

What? It hadn't even crossed Blaine's mind that Kurt would take out his anger on his friends. Of course, it was looking like Blaine was denying him for friends he was comfortable with, pushing away an opportunity to make new friends and in that moment, Blaine wondered if Kurt was feeling the same spark for him that Blaine had felt for Kurt. No, it couldn't be right? Kurt was way out of his league. No boy as beautiful as Kurt would want anything to do with Blaine.

"Blaine!" Finn shouted, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he said, eyes wide. He thought for only another second. "No," he said finally, making up his mind right there. "No, I'm not going back to my school. I'll…I'll stay." Finn looked satisfied, turned and run off. Blaine had to admit, it did look kind of funny to see a tall teen half in and out of clown costume and make-up running around the tent.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Blaine pulled it out to look at it.

Where are you Blaine? We're ready to go. – Wes

Blaine sighed and started to type out a reply when he got another message.

And why is that aerialist boy marching toward is us like he has a death threat? – Wes

Blaine cringed. He hoped to hell that Finn got to Kurt before Kurt got to Wes and them. He hastily typed out a reply, knowing what he had to do.

Sorry Wes. Go on ahead. Pack my stuff and bring it back here would you? I'm not going back to Dalton. They asked me to join the circus…I said yes. – B

The reply came almost immediately and Blaine could practically see the horror and shock in the Asian boy's face as he rage.

Are you nuts? You can't join the circus! You're just smitten with that damn aerialist! You're not thinking rationally! Get your ass out here now! – Wes

Blaine stared at the reply. Maybe he wasn't thinking rationally. He didn't care. He'd made up his mind. He wanted to stay with Kurt. He decided that he was not going to reply to Wes' text. Kurt and hopefully Finn would handle it. His phone buzzed again just as he decided to ignore it and slip it back in his pocket. It was David this time.

Sorry about Wes Blaine. I'll pack your stuff for you if you want. Just keep in touch and get your man! – D

Well, that caused a smile to cross his face. Blaine hadn't expected David, who was Wes' best friend to be so supportive but he was grateful for it. He knew that likely, Wes was thinking more about the sake of the Warblers rather than Blaine's feelings. He was their soloist after all and they would have to find a new one if Blaine left. But as much as Blaine loved his friends, singing, and being a part of the Warblers, he was willing to give all of that up. For what? A life on the road in a traveling circus and the chance of capturing Kurt's heart, that's what.

Whoa! The chance of capturing Kurt's heart? Where the hell had that come from? Blaine blinked before shaking his head off and typing out a quick reply to David.

Thanks David. =) I promise I will. Take care. – B

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and shut the door to the trailer, intending to finally get dressed.

Kurt's mind was reeling and he was trying to keep his eyes from pushing out the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. Of course Blaine wouldn't want to stay with him. He didn't even know him! Why would he choose some circus freak he didn't know over his good friends? Still, Kurt couldn't help the pain it caused.

The moment he had locked eyes with Blaine when he landed on the ground after tumbling down his sky ribbon – as Kurt liked to call it – he had felt something burn like electricity. The boy was positively gorgeous. It had been all he could do to keep his cool when he'd caught him after being shot from the cannon.

Blaine was very brave.

But Blaine was not to be in his life any longer and Kurt couldn't help how badly that hurt.

He marched around the tent, head held high and eyes seeking out the group of boys that Finn had found Blaine sitting with. Yes, he had been watching from beyond the curtain.

He spotted the blazer-clad boys and started to make his way toward them when he felt a hand drop on his shoulder. He turned his head to see his brother standing there, halfway through his make-up removal.

"Dude, don't take it out on them," Finn said. Kurt narrowed his eyes and glared at him.

"Why not? Blaine obviously spoke too quickly," Kurt spat. Finn grimaced. "And don't call me dude Finn," he added.

"Sorry. Kurt, I talked to Blaine."

Kurt looked at him.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I talked to Blaine," Finn repeated.

Kurt just stood there and stared at him, arms folded over his chest. His eyes were still hard and Finn could still see the anger that was flaring within them, the hurt his brother was obviously feeling. Why the hell did Finn always interfere in everything? But he pushed that thought away.

"And?" he prompted, not exactly sure what to expect.

It was than though that he heard a cry of rage from the boys in the blazers behind them. Finn, who had been about to respond, closed his mouth as both of them looked over toward them.

An Asian boy was screaming, letting off some rage in a foreign language. He was throwing his arms in the air, an angry look on his face. The blonde and brunette boys who Kurt remembered being overly excited when he'd seen them briefly were staring at the Asian boy with wide eyes. The heavyset boy looked scared and the other brunette looked confused. A black boy was grabbing the Asian boy's arm and seemingly trying to calm him down. Finn and Kurt crept closer and hid behind a fold in the tent, wondering what the Asian boy was sassing about.

"Wes, calm down," the black boy said. The Asian boy glared at him.

"Calm down? David, use your damn head! If I had my gavel I'd hit you with it!" He paused, seeming to think better of it. "No wait, I'd hit Blaine with it! Who does he think he is? Abandoning Dalton and the Warblers for stupid people somersaulting in tights and leotards!"

That was enough to anger both Kurt and Finn. Stupid people somersaulting in tights and leotards? Clearly, this boy did not have any respect for circus folk. Finn clutched the tent, intending not to do anything but Kurt, he wasn't just going to stand by and take it.

The pale boy marched right up to them, catching them all of guard. In a flash, he'd stuck out his hand and struck Wes hard across the face.

"If you ever insult my friends and family and me again, I will not hesitate to show you how much stronger I am than you are!" he spat. Wes looked at him, clutching his cheek. "Now, you want to calmly tell me why you're insulting us?" Kurt glared. Wes didn't answer but David did.

"Blaine texted Wes and told him to pack his stuff and bring it back here. He said he's not going back to Dalton. Wes flipped a lid." Two feelings swelled up in Kurt's body right then. One was the overwhelming feeling of butterflies as he realized that Blaine wasn't going to leave, he was going to stay. The other was intense anger at the boy called Wes. He turned a dark eye on the Asian boy.

Narrowing his eyes, Kurt's voice dripped into a tone of dark venom. "And who the hell are you to tell Blaine how to live his life? I was under the impression that you don't own him. Blaine's not a robot you can control." At this, he stuck out a pale finger and jabbed it harshly in Wes' chest. "He's his own person and he is old enough to make his own decisions. If he wants to stay with us, that's his decision, not yours! And if I were you, I'd fell lucky to call myself his friend because I wouldn't want to be friends with someone who tries to control my life and tell me what to do."

That said, Kurt turned on his heel and the boys watched him go, catching sight of the tall guy who was glaring at Wes. David took the chance to call out to them.

"I told Blaine I'd get his stuff for him." Kurt glanced over his shoulder and nodded gratefully.

Blaine was sat on a small couch in Kurt's trailer. His head was in his hands. He was dressed in his Dalton uniform again. He felt awful. He'd hurt Kurt and he hadn't meant to. But maybe making the decision to stay would change all that.

He heard a key turning in the lock and the door opened. Kurt was standing there. One look at him and Blaine could tell something had happened.

Kurt glanced at him but didn't say anything. He shut the door and crossed to a small kitchen area, setting to work making tea. Blaine just watched him for several moments before Kurt finally spoke.

"You might want to think about whom you choose to be friends with Blaine," he said, voice soft and quiet.

"What do you mean?"

Kurt turned around and leaned against the small stove, folding his arms. "Your friend, the Asian boy. He was screaming with rage, insulting us, and calling us stupid people who somersault in tights and leotards, saying something about hitting you with a gavel. He made it sound like you weren't allowed to make your own decisions Blaine."

Blaine sat there looking stunned. He knew that Wes was serious about business and that the boy was practically married to that gavel. But he had never expected him to react like that. What Kurt was telling him made it sound like Wes thought Blaine leaving would mean the end of the world or something.

But in that moment, he made a quick decision.

Standing from the small couch, Blaine approached Kurt and raised both his hands to gently cup his face.

"You are not stupid. Wes is. You and your friends and co-performers, you're all amazing. You're very talented Kurt. Don't let anyone else tell you differently. Wes is just a too serious boring guy who apparently has a thing against having fun and circuses. We practically had to beg him just to come."

Kurt looked at him for a moment. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest. He raised his hands and placed them over Blaine's.

"You're amazing Blaine," Kurt whispered. Blaine felt his heart stop.

"Why is that?" he asked.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kurt's lips. "Because you don't even know me and already, you're standing by me over friends you've known a long time."

Blaine couldn't help but smile back. "Wes doesn't know you either. He had no right to just up and insult you like that, or try and run my life either. Friend or not." He sighed. "I should probably go wait for David."

Dropping his hands from Kurt's face, he turned to leave but Kurt caught him by the wrist.

"Don't. Finn said he'd wait for him after he finished changing out of his clown make-up and stuff." Blaine felt a sudden swell of gratitude for the tall boy.

It was then that Blaine noticed Kurt was still in his own costume. "What about you?" Kurt looked at him confused and Blaine gestured to the costume he was still wearing. The pale boy stared down at himself.

"Oh. I'll be showering after tea." Blaine nodded and dropped back onto the couch. Kurt went and sat next to him. "So, I wanted to talk to you a bit about your role."

"My role?"

Kurt smiled at him and Blaine felt his heart swell. He was starting to see that maybe things were better and Kurt wasn't so hurt anymore. He felt the other boy gently take his hand and squeeze it. Blaine felt sparks go up his arm again. God, why did he feel like this boy had suddenly become his whole world? He hardly knew him! And now they were pretty much going to be living together.

"Yes Blaine. Now that you've joined McKinley Big Top, you need an act." Blaine frowned. Kurt was right. But he didn't have any circus skills.

"How the hell am I going to do that? I don't have circus training." To his surprise, Kurt smiled.

"How brave are you?"

"What?"

"How brave are you Blaine?"

"Brave enough to have myself shot out of a cannon with no prior experience. Unless that counts as stupid." Kurt laughed and Blaine found it was a sound that he loved and he just wanted to hear him laugh more. He already thought the boy's voice was like music and when he laughed, Blaine likened it to the sound of angels singing. Kurt was so incredibly perfect in every way.

"Are you spontaneous?" Kurt asked, when his laughter had been resolved.

Blaine frowned slightly. "If joining a circus at the drop of a hat with no training isn't spontaneous than tell me what is," he said. Kurt laughed again. It was than that the whistle of the teakettle met the air and Blaine felt the loss as Kurt pulled his hand from his and stood up to go back to the stove.

Kurt turned with the kettle in one hand and mug in the other, filling it with hot water for the tea. He held it out to Blaine, along with a small teabag and Blaine smiled in thanks and took it from him before Kurt retrieved another mug, filled it, and joined him again on the couch.

"True," he said. "Look Blaine, my point is that after Adam left the circus last year due to his circus graduation and Karofsky," Blaine couldn't help but notice the cringe that crossed Kurt's face at the name. "Completely failed at trying to fill that spot and getting seriously injured to the point where he's been reverted to clown," and this had him snickering, "We're in need of a new dare devil act."

Blaine stared at him, the mug partway up to his mouth. He didn't know what to think about all this. A dare devil act? Wasn't that someone who put his or her life at risk on a regular basis? Kurt managed a small weak smile and hastily went on.

"It's okay if you don't want to do that and by all means, we don't expect you to say yes because of the fact that you don't have prior training and that's not something that can easily be learned. But I promised I'd bring it up and if you declined, we'd find another place for you." Kurt smiled at him reassuringly and Blaine felt his heart swell. How could he say no to this beautiful boy? "The point is we think you have potential for that kind of act. And we're trying to do everything in our power not to add you to our growing rank of clowns."

Blaine inclined his head to one side. How many clowns did they have exactly?

"Growing rank of clowns?" he asked. Kurt nodded.

"Usually, when someone doesn't have a dominating talent in another field of performance, we make them a clown because anyone can adapt to that easily." Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment.

"So, why is your brother Finn a clown?" Kurt smiled warmly. He had the sense that Blaine probably felt that his brother had to have some outstanding talent.

"Funny story that," Kurt said.

"Do tell," Blaine prompted, smiling.

Kurt sipped his tea and set it down on the table beside the couch.

"Well, Finn was originally one of the motorists in the caged motorcycle act. He's really talented at that. But because of his height, he kind of had a bit of a mishap in one rehearsal and banged his head pretty hard. At first, we just labeled it as one of those usual once in a while mishaps but as he grew taller, it became more persistent and he was getting injured more because the cage wasn't big enough to provide proper space for his skill. So, Finn backed out of the act of his own accord, refusing to make the staff pay for a larger cage model. He was unselfish, stepped down and joined the clown radar." Kurt shrugged, smiling fondly at the memory.

Blaine sat still for a moment. "So, Finn willingly gave up his spotlight talent just so he wouldn't be a financial burden?" Kurt nodded. "Wow, that's amazing."

"I know," the boy said quietly. "A lot of us are really grateful for this opportunity and we don't want to be a bigger burden than it already is. We'll do anything to keep this running happily."

Kurt seemed to get a far away look on his face for a moment and Blaine frowned.

"What's wrong?"

A sigh broke from the other boy's lips and he sipped his tea before running a hand over his face. "Rachel," he muttered, sighing again. Blaine frowned a second time.

"The bareback rider?" Kurt nodded. "What about her?"

"Every time an opening for another act goes up, she submits herself first. She has this thing where she thinks she's the only one with any talent and apparently, the circus shouldn't be wasting her impeccable talent by isolating her to one act."

For a moment, Blaine just looked at him with an expression that seemed to apologize without really knowing how to apologize for something like that. Personally, he didn't like people who felt they had to be the center of everyone's attention. Kurt grew somewhat quiet and stared at the floor. Blaine placed a hand on top of his and the pale boy turned to look up at him.

"She doesn't like that you're a star in your act, does she?" Blaine asked quietly. Kurt sniffed, attempting to hold back tears before he nodded.

"When she found out that not only did people place me as the star of the Flying Cheerios, but also the highlight of the entire circus right now, she was outraged. We're friends but its kind of strained. And she went through a faze in which she actually attempted to join the aerialists." Blaine thought for a moment.

"What happened with that?"

"She has butter fingers. She always lost her grip on the trapeze. She didn't like that we had to pull her out of the act."

Silence followed the comment. Blaine kept his hand on Kurt's. It sounded to him like this Rachel couldn't accept that she wouldn't be good at everything. That could be concerning.

After a few minutes of silence, a strangely comfortable one, despite the situation, Kurt finished off his tea, probably intending to take a shower but Blaine remembered that they hadn't settled the matter of whether or not he would try for the dare devil act. He felt like he kind of owed Kurt something, though he wasn't sure why. As the pale boy stood, Blaine caught his hand.

"Hey wait!" Kurt looked at him curiously and Blaine couldn't get over how both beautiful and adorable he looked with that curiosity on his face. Blaine felt the sudden urge to just stand up and kiss him. But he refrained. He hadn't even known this boy for a day yet and he didn't want to scare him by moving to fast. "I'll do it," he said with a smile.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked, slightly confused. Blaine's smile grew and he squeezed the other boy's hand.

"The dare devil act. I give it ago." The grin that spread on the other boy's face was well worth it and Blaine couldn't help but beam. He'd made Kurt smile like that. He had done it. He felt an odd sense of pride at that. Maybe, just maybe, if he could make Kurt smile like that, there was hope for them.

He shook those thoughts out of his head as Kurt started to talk again and Blaine locked his eyes on his.

"That's wonderful Blaine. We're leaving tonight as we've been here for a week, which is a bit longer than we usually stay." Blaine suddenly realized why Nick and Jeff were so eager to go to the circus that night. "We have the next few weeks off so we're just driving two hours to Lima, which is where the McKinley Big Top Circus home base is. We do all our training and practicing and new routines and choreography there. So it's perfect. We can spend those weeks training you and than we're off to Toronto, Canada from there."

Blaine's eyes were wide as saucers. The schedule was already packed and he was just joining the bandwagon. But he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't excited about it all. He nodded in understanding, smiling at the other boy. Kurt smiled back, squeezed his hand and excused himself to go get cleaned up.

As Blaine waited for him to return, he couldn't help but to look forward to the adventure that lay ahead of him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

A/N: Told you it was a bit more on the mellow side! What did you all think? Reviews are love and smiles and keep me writing. Might start writing chapter three now. I'm excited to write Blaine's training! I wouldn't necessarily call this a cliff hanger. You can probably figure out who was at the door. It's not an important aspect so it will just be briefly covered at the start of the next chapter. Oh, and I will be changing the second category to Adventure because it will be an adventure. Life in the circus on the road! And I have some great ideas for dare devil stunts! Things I remember from seeing Bello, the dare devil head clown of Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus. If you've never been to see "The Greatest Show on Earth" go see it! Tell me if you have! Also, what would you like to see some of the others doing? Artie, Mike, Tina, Mercedes, Rory, and Sugar are all currently without acts. So give me your suggestions! If I use them, I'll leave a shout out! This is getting long so review and see you next time!