A/N: Ok, so here's your next chapter. It's kind of heavy with dialogue. And I'm not really happy with this... But, it'll have to do.
I wil be having exams this coming week, so my update will be delayed until the 11th. I'm really sorry. :(
In the meantime, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Glee and its characters belong to Fox Network, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan. Story idea belongs to me.

Three things happened, or rather, didn't happen. Santana didn't get angry and slap Blaine; Brittany didn't say anything; and Kurt didn't close his mouth. However, Santana raised an eyebrow and smirked at Blaine as she dragged Brittany, who had a confused look on her face, to her car. Blaine watched them leave, and once they had disappeared, he turned to Kurt.

"So..." began Blaine. Kurt still hadn't closed his mouth. Blaine chuckled. "What did you expect me to tell you?"

"Something other than that!" cried Kurt. He had kept telling himself that Blaine couldn't be gay, but that was blown out of the water. It made perfect sense now. He used to live in San Francisco, for crying out loud. Plus he has perfect manners, and was able to play a Katy Perry song on the piano. No straight guy pull that off. "And what was that supposed to achieve?"

"To get rid of Santana and Brittany?"

"No, I mean you telling me that you were gay."

"Oh, well, you know how you were being pushed around by those football players? I just thought that it would comfort you to say that I was gay as well."

"But if you came out, you'll be in for what I face every day." Kurt sighed. "But that's a pretty lousy reason to confess, I must say." Blaine laughed. Kurt joined in. They stared heading to Finn's vehicle again. Kurt stopped laughing. "Do your parents know?"

"Yeah. Actually that's the real reason we moved here..." Blaine tailed off. Kurt immediately felt bad for asking that question. He kept his eyes to the ground and his mouth closed, incase he said something to offend Blaine again.

They eventually reached Finn's pickup, where Kurt could go home with his step-brother pointing out little things on the side of the road while he thinks about Blaine's situation. Kurt would have jumped right into the waiting pickup, except that the car space was empty and Finn was no-where in sight. Kurt let out a loud, colourful exclamative, and whipped out his phone while Blaine watched on amusedly.

"FINN! WHERE ARE YOU? HOW COULD YOU FORGET ME?" Kurt screamed into the handset.

"Dude, calm down-"

"DO NOT CALL ME DUDE!"

"Okay. Kurt, calm down. I'm sorry. It's just that Puck invited the guys to his place for-"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS PUCK OR RACHEL, BUT YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER TO WAIT FOR ME!"

"Jeez, okay, I'm sorry. Why don't you call Burt and ask him for a lift home?" Kurt facepalmed, even though Finn couldn't see it.

"Dad has work today."

"Oh well. Hey, it's a nice day, so why don't you-"

"Finn Hudson. Do you dare suggest that I walk home? That is not going to happen! You have to come to school right now and take me home!"

"Kurt, but, please? Oh wait. It's my turn now, so see you at home."

"No! Finn! Stop playing and-" Finn hung up. Kurt put his phone in his bag and dropped his sholders in resignation.

"Was that..." Blaine started.

"Yes. That was Finn. Apparently my step-brother doesn't want to come to pick me up. So much for brothers."

"I was going to say 'brotherly love', but that could work as well." He paused to think. "Hey, I could drop you off." Kurt looked Blaine. "Only if you want to, that is." Blaine quickly added.

"Really?"

"Really. Now, stop asking and let's get you home." Kurt just nodded, but stayed put. "It would help if you could walk." When Kurt failed to move, Blaine shook his head with a smile, before reaching over and taking Kurt's hand to gently drag him towards his car.

As he was being led to Blaine's vehicle, Kurt wondered why Blaine was being so kind to him. He may be gay, but that doesn't mean that he liked him. But then, Kurt's earlier thought about Blaine being straight was wrong, so who knew?

They approached Blaine's transport, and Kurt had to do a double take. Sitting in the car spot was a... motorcycle?

"Like it? I got it from my parents back in San Francisco earlier this year. I guess they wanted me to use it to get the girls..."

"Why do you always talk about your past? Since you're in a new place, why not start anew?" Blaine nodded in agreement. He didn't say anything. "Anyways," Kurt started to break the silence. "It's a nice bike. The colour matches your shirt."

"Thanks." Blaine then looked down at his shirt and laughed. "And you're right. I had no idea that they matched." Blaine grabbed one of the two helmets sitting on the seat. It was a miracle that they weren't stolen. "Here, put this on." Kurt took it cautiously.

"This will ruin my hair. And why do you have two helmets?"

"My mom came with me to register today, so she hitched a ride, I guess you could call it. She walked home after."

"I see." Kurt stared at the helmet for a while. Then he sighed and put it on. Blaine grinned and proceeded to put on his helmet.

Blaine mounted his dark blue Yamaha YZF R1 with his wings flexed. The wings wouldn't be a problem if Kurt was a normal human; they would just go through him, but since he was another wing carrier, those wings would become material to him, and Blaine would notice it.

"Hey, what are you waiting for?" Blaine asked over his sholder as he revved up the motorcycle. Kurt would have seen his face if it wasn't for his relaxed wings. Kurt internally felt relieved because Blaine's wings were flat against his back, so the chance of revealing himself decreased.

Carefully, Kurt moved behind Blaine, straddled the motorcycle and wrapped his arms cautiously around Blaine's mid-section.

"You can hold tighter, you know?" Blaine said. Although Kurt couldn't see his smile, he could hear it in his voice. Kurt obeyed and hoped this trip home went smoothly.

They set off, with Blaine stopping every now and then to check on Kurt, and to renew directions. Eventually, they got to Kurt's home without him being detected. Kurt dismounted the motorcycle, took off his helmet and handed it towards Blaine. Kurt expected Blaine to take it, say goodbye and drive off, but instead, he turned off the bike, dismounted and took off his helmet as well.

"You can go home, you know?" Kurt said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"I know, but I just wanted to see you to the door."

"Oh, what a gentleman you are." Kurt giggled. Kurt gave his helmet to Blaine, once again, who held out his hand like a stop-sign and shook his head.

"Um... Can you keep that for now?" asked Blaine. "It's kind of hard for me to carry it when I ride home."

"I see, sure. When do you want it back?"

"I'll let you know when." Blaine replied with a wink. Kurt blushed again. They made their way, side by side, to the Hudmel's front door, with hands occasionally brushing against each other. Blaine looked over to Kurt with a smile on his face and his wings flexed, obviously enjoying the moment. They reached the door and Blaine turned so that he was facing Kurt full-on.

"So, it is the end of the first day that I've met you, and I must say, it was an enjoyable experience. Well, except for the football players."

"Why, yes indeed, it was an enjoyable experience." Kurt decided to play along with Blaine's act. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, until Kurt noticed what was happening and looked away. "Well then, until tomorrow?"

"Yes, until tomorrow." Kurt turned to open the door. "But before you leave me, may I get your cellular device contact numerals?" Kurt burst out laughing, similar to the one Blaine had let out in the school car park.

"Of course you may." Kurt quickly recited his number to Blaine who typed it onto his cellular device. When he was done, Blaine grinned up at Kurt, before quickly saying a quick goodbye, winked and walked back to his vehicle. Kurt watched from his front door as Blaine put on his helmet, switched on his engine, looked back at Kurt with a wave, and sped off into the afternoon, with wings stretched and whipping through the wind.

Kurt quickly went inside and closed the door. He then promptly took off his vest to free his wings, leaned against the door and slid down to the floor while thinking about Blaine and his grin and his voice and his gentlemanliness. Kurt smiled to himself, but them promptly shook his head.

No! he thought. This can't be happening.

"Don't worry, I know that I'll find someone one day."

So how did it go? Reviews are always accepted. :D

Preview of next chapter:

"What's up, kiddo?" Burt asked while his wings raised and lowered slightly.

See you on the 11th!