Everyone has secrets, or at least one secret. For Kurt Hummel, he has three. Two are already known, but he himself isn't sure about the third one.

The third secret being about Blaine.

So Kurt Hummel lay awake that night, partly because of this father's words about Blaine, and partly because of Blaine's words. A wing carrier with the last name of Anderson and Blaine's instructions for tomorrow. These ideas were tossed through his head throughout the night as he tossed and turned in his bed.

This is nonsense, Kurt though at 1 am the next morning. He hadn't had the chance to sleep, thanks to his persistent brain. I should really get to sleep.

Instead of rolling over and closing his eyes, Kurt sat up and stretched his wings. He decided to let the issue of his father's argument with the unknown Anderson slide. It may just let him sleep. He glanced around his room and realised that he had forgotten to close his curtains. Moonlight was streaming through the window, and it was probably another reason why Kurt couldn't sleep. He got out of his bed, crossed the room and pulled the material to shut out the light. When he was satisfied with the lack of light in his room, he slowly made his way back to his bed without bumping into his table or falling over. Then he jumped into bed as quietly as possible, landing on his stomach and burying his head into the pillows, with his wings flexed to the ceiling.

Kurt didn't realise that he had fallen asleep just five minutes later. It was a deep and dreamless sleep which left Kurt happy that he actually got some sleep the next morning.

When he woke up, he was still lying on his abdomen. Kurt rubbed his eyes and searched for the time. 6.30 am. With a gasp, he jumped out of bed and hurried to get ready. Blaine was arriving in half an hour, which left him next to no time to get ready. He rushed to his bathroom to brush his teeth and style his hair and wash his face and all of the necessary morning routines. Then he strode to his wardrobe to pick out his outfit for that day.

Today was a Tuesday, which meant that there were four more days to the end of the week, and to the end of the school year. He had always worn something simple on Tuesdays. Why? He honestly didn't know, but no-body seemed to care otherwise. While observing his collection of clothes, Kurt's mind wandered to Blaine. What did this new kid want with him? On the second day of knowing him? And so early in the morning, too!

Shaking his head to clear his head, Kurt focused on his clothes. Since Burt had advised him to keep hiding his wings, it meant that he would have to wear another jacket. Kurt groaned as he looked at his window. The sun was shining fiercely behind the curtains as broad rays of sunlight were trying to push through the edges. That meant that today was going to be a hot, fine da, and no-body except him would be wearing a jacket. But sometimes it was good to be different. He grabbed a light blue sleeveless hoodie which would serve as his jacket. Then he picked out a well-fitting white t-shirt and black shorts. Simple enough.

As he was putting this final arm into his hoodie, the doorbell rang. Kurt whipped his head towards the clock. 6.55 am. If it was Blaine, he was early. Kurt grabbed his bag and flew down the stairs. Luckily, the rest of the Hudmels were still sleeping, and Burt and Finn's combined snores were enough to mask Kurt's foot falls. Before he opened the door, Kurt checked his reflection in the hallway mirror, just to make sure that none of his feathers were sticking out. When he was satisfied, he opened the door.

His prediction was correct. Blaine was standing at the door, holding his motorcycle helmet in one arm. Kurt hadn't heard the motorcycle arrive. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and a three-quarter long pair of jeans slung low. His wings were no-where to be seen.

"Aren't you hot?" asked Kurt as he observed Blaine's outfit. Blaine chuckled and moved forward and raised his free arm to lean against Kurt's door frame, where Kurt realised they were just inches from each other.

"I know I am." Blaine replied in a low voice with a wink. Kurt gave him a confused look, before understanding what he had just said and blushed.

"No! I mean- wait I can explain. Uhh..." Kurt looked down at his feet. He heard Blaine laugh again.

"Don't worry. I know what you mean." Kurt brought his head back up to look at Blaine. The visitor's hazel eyes shone with happiness. "This is fake, so more ventilation for me." Blaine explained while pointing at his jacket with the hand with the helmet.

And it's hiding your wings. Kurt thought to himself.

"You look nice," began Blaine. Kurt blushed and smiled at him. "So, are you ready?" Blaine gestured over his shoulder to the familiar blue motorcycle.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Grab your helmet and you'll see." Blaine turned around and walked to his motorcycle. Kurt hadn't been expecting this. He called for Blaine to wait, before closing the door and headed to his room to retrieve Blaine's helmet. He also wrote a quick letter to Burt and Carole, explaining his absence. Soon, he was out the door and next to Blaine, who had already put on his helmet and turned on his vehicle.

"What took you?" Blaine shouted over the noise of the engine. Kurt shrugged and put on the helmet, while mounting the blue mass of metal. Like the day before, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's mid-section. Blaine then pulled out of Kurt's drive way and thundered down the street.

Being on a motorcycle was one of the best experiences Kurt had ever had in his entire life. To add to it, he was on a motorcycle with Blaine. The boy who he has only known for one day. The boy with the perfect voice, perfect laugh, perfect smile, perfect everything. The boy who is a wing carrier. Kurt smiled in his helmet, knowing that Blaine wouldn't see him. He watched as Blaine skilfully weaved his way through the early morning peak-hour traffic. The scenery zipped by, from the leafy streets to the built-up city centre of Lima.

At last, they had stopped. Blaine cut the engine, pulled off his helmet and turned to face Kurt, who was still holding onto Blaine.

"Hey, we're here." Blaine said while he gently knocked on Kurt's helmet. Kurt released his hold on Blaine's waist and looked around to find that they were parked in front of a small cafe in the heart of the city. "I realised that since I've woken you up so early, I should at least provide you with breakfast."

"Blaine, are you sure they are even open? It looks like there isn't anybody in there." Kurt said as he took off the helmet. Blaine nodded and led the way towards the shop.

"On Sunday, I was allowed to explore the city a bit, and I ended up here. Apart from being open 24 hours a day, they have great coffee." As they approached the shop, Kurt noticed that it didn't have a name. "Yeah, I don't know what the name is either." Blaine said, as if he was reading Kurt's thought. Blaine opened the door and let Kurt go in first. Kurt giggled and walked in.

The interior of the cafe was cosy and felt like home. There were a few customers there already, all enjoying the quietness of the cafe before a hard day's work. The two boys joined the queue. They placed their orders (Medium drip for Blaine, Grande Non-Fat Mocha for Kurt) and took a seat near the back of the establishment. Blaine offered to pay, as he had requested for Kurt's presence so early in the morning, and that he must repay him. Kurt argued that Blaine didn't have to, but the shorter boy paid regardless.

The two boys drank their coffees silently. Kurt had to agree with Blaine; the coffee was delicious. Kurt liked to compare it with his companion's voice, they were both smooth and perfect. Kurt giggled quietly into his cup while Blaine gave him a puzzled look, before smiling to himself and looking into his own cup. They started talking about their favourite clothes, movies, actors and subjects. They talked and talked, both boys enjoying their bonding time with each other. Unfortunately, Kurt soon realised that they should be getting to school.

The journey to school was fast, and it was over too quickly in Kurt's opinion. Blaine parked his bike and they both walked to the main building. Blaine spotted Santana and Brittany together in their Cheerios uniforms, and the two boys quickly caught up to them.

"Santana, I just want to say sorry for yesterday," Blaine began in his gentlemanly act. Santana blinked, then laughed. "And I want to say thanks for keeping my gayness a secret." He added in a hushed tone.

"Hold up, hobbit." Santana held up one manicured hand in Blaine's face in a stop sign. "Don't go thanking anybody just yet. You do know what the conditions are, right?"

"I think I do. Kurt told me about the text you sent him last night," Blaine nodded in Kurt's direction, who nodded back. "And we think we know what your condition is."

"Oh yeah? What is it then?"

"Lets just say it has something to do with a closet." Blaine smiled sadly as Santana looked at the floor and nodded. "It's okay though. We'll keep your secret if you keep mine. That goes for you too, Brittany." Both girls looked at each other and nodded towards the boys, before turning around and leaving, pinkies linked.

"So that's it?" asked Kurt as he looked at Blaine, who shrugged his shoulders as he took off his fake leather jacket, revealing a red t-shirt underneath. Then the bell rang.

"Looks like I've got to go," Said Blaine. "Can't wait until you show me your skills." Kurt was confused.

"Show you what?"

"Don't you remember this morning when we were talking. You said that you were like a ninja." Blaine smirked playfully.

Then Kurt remembered that they had Gym Class that day.

So that was chapter 8.
I'm sorry if I offend anyone with my lack of knowledge on the American Education system. Please bear with me. I don't live there. Feel free to point out any of next chapter:/

Preview of next chapter:
"Finn, I'm here." Kurt called out. "Can you just throw your jacket over the top?"
"Just make sure you catch it, okay? I don't want some weird-toilet-floor-disease on it."

See you on the 18th. :)