The doorbell rang at 9:00 am the next morning. Blaine was at the door, dressed in his usual beach-like attire, wings out for the world of wing carriers to see, holding his helmet under one arm. Kurt told his father that Blaine was coming over, leaving out the reason of the visit. Burt had said that he wanted to meet this Blaine fellow regardless, so Kurt didn't have to worry about his father being suspicious about why another wing carrier was in his house.

Kurt made it clear to Burt that he had to hide his wings too, as the boy didn't want to his friend to know about the Hummels' wings. Burt opted to wear his work uniform, a greasy, turning-brown pair of steel blue coveralls, but Kurt had argued that Blaine wouldn't be impressed, before stopping his line of debate when he realised that he hadn't told Burt that Blaine was in fact gay. The boy eventually let his father wear the worn uniform, though it was a great contrast to his clean and crisp jacket and outfit he had chosen today.

"Kurt, I'm really sorry about Monday," Blaine begun as soon as Kurt opened the door for him. Kurt sensed that his father was behind him, so he cut in.

"Hey Blaine! It's great to see you. Please, do come in." Kurt stepped aside to let the shorter boy in. Blaine gave Kurt a confused look, before entering the house. Even though he had been to Kurt's house more than a few times, Blaine had never actually stepped into the house of the Hudmels. Blaine looked around the entrance, nodding in approval as if considering the design. "This is my dad." Kurt gestured to Burt. Blaine looked at Burt, smiled, and held out his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Blaine said politely, stepping into his gentleman act. "My name is Blaine Anderson, a friend of Kurt's." If Burt had flinched at the mention of the surname, he didn't let through.

"Burt is fine," the man replied as he shook the boy's hand. "And it's great to meet you, too. Kurt's been talking about you. A lot." Kurt looked down at his feet as Burt chuckled. Blaine joined in with Burt's laughter.

"Okay then, Burt. Thank you for letting me into your home." Blaine said as the handshake ended and the laughter subsided.

"Not a problem. Make yourself at home." Burt smiled. As Blaine was going to compliment his father again, Kurt realised that they weren't going to stop talking. Kurt coughed softly.

"Blaine, remember how you promised to teach me how to do that trigonometry function? I think we should start in it sooner rather than later." Kurt gently pushed a slightly confused Blaine towards the base of the stairs.

"Kurt, can I talk to you for a second?" Burt asked as he nodded towards the kitchen. Kurt sighed and told Blaine the directions to his room, saying that he wouldn't take long. Once Kurt was satisfied that Blaine was headed in the right direction, he followed his father into the kitchen. "Blaine's a good kid. I'd doubt he's related to Larry."

"That's good then, right?" Kurt asked. There was silence.

"This isn't another Finn episode, is it?" Kurt shook his head frantically.

"What? No!" The boy sputtered. "Besides, Finn wasn't a wing carrier. And he was straight." Silence again. And Kurt realised why.

"Blaine is gay?" Burt asked. Internally, Kurt wanted to curse himself for saying that, but instead, he nodded. Burt remained silent.

"But don't worry, dad. I'm sure he's not interested in me." When Burt failed to say anything, Kurt turned to head to his room, only to be stopped by his father's voice.

"Blaine is the first gay guy you have met who is actually good to you, and you're saying that you think that he doesn't like you?" Kurt nodded. "Well, I think otherwise, and I'll leave it at that." Burt turned. "If you want me, I'll be at the garage. Stay safe."

Kurt thought about his father's words as he bounded up the stairs to his bedroom. What did he mean by that? Was there something Kurt was overlooking? He reached his door, to find Blaine sitting on the floor in front of it.

"It's locked." The boy on the floor said as he pointed towards the doorknob. Kurt let out an embarrassed laugh and quickly unlocked it. He let the guest in first, before closing the door behind himself.

"Sorry if it's messy. Haven't really cleaned it since Friday." Kurt admitted as Blaine looked around the room.

"Nice colour scheme. And I must say, the angle between the floor, roof and the door makes a perfect right-angled triangle, and is a prime example of trigonometric functions and-"

"I only said that to stop you and my dad from talking." Kurt interrupted. Blaine opened his mouth, but was interrupted again. "And no, I didn't tell anyone about Monday."

"I wasn't going to talk about that. Well, I was, but not exactly." Blaine said as Kurt moved to his chair in front of his desk and gestured for Blaine to sit on the bed. He sat down and exhaled. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened." His wings drooped behind him. "I was caught in the moment and my brain thought that it was the best way to... um, thank you?" Kurt laughed lightly.

"Don't worry. You're forgiven. Even though I don't really believe in God and that stuff, but you get the point." Blaine laughed a bit. The laughter died down, and there was a comfortable silence between them as they smiled at each other. "It was pretty nice, though." Gradually, Blaine's grin disappeared off his face.

"Yeah, I guess so." He replied in a flat voice. Kurt internally panicked. His father had told him that he thought that Blaine liked him, but that wasn't apparently so. Blaine seemed to sense Kurt's panic. "Not that I don't like you or anything, because I really do like you. You're a great guy, and you were my first friend here, it's just that I have some... family issues regarding a few factors."

"Like being gay?" And a wing carrier? Kurt thought.

"Like being gay." Blaine confirmed. Kurt nodded in understanding. They remained silent for a while. Blaine broke the silence. "Do you want to hear about my story? I mean, what else are we here for?" Kurt nodded enthusiastically while Blaine took some time to gather his thoughts.

"When you're ready." Kurt said gently. Blaine nodded.

"So, as you know, I am an Eurasian born in San Francisco about 16 years ago. I played the guitar and piano when I was young, but I was also involved in community theatre. I have an older brother who is in his last year of college. He's still in San Francisco because he goes to USF." Something pinged in the back of Kurt's brain, but he ignored it and nodded for Blaine to continue. "I had a decent childhood. My parents fulfilled my needs and wants pretty well." Kurt laughed.

"That makes you sound like a spoiled rich kid." The boy on the chair joked. Blaine laughed.

"I wasn't spoiled, but you could say that my parents were well off." Pause. "Anyways, back to my story. A few years ago, they realised that I wasn't spending enough time with the girls. My mum blamed it on my dad, because he 'disappeared' for a few years when I was seven, and he wasn't there to do 'boy things' with me." Blaine hooked his fingers around the words as if quoting his mother. Something else pinged at the back of Kurt's brain and he ignored it again. "But my dad said it was my mom's fault because she let me do community theatre and 'all those girly things'." Again, Blaine hooked his fingers. He sighed and let his hands fall into his lap. "Either way, they were scared that I was 'becoming a gay'." Blaine spat with disgust. "You see, they both came from Ohio, which you know is conservative, so they weren't used to being around gays. They thought that they could straighten me out, excuse the pun, so they bought me a motorcycle last year, and as I said last week, they thought it would attract girls.

"However, I ended up attracting more guys than girls, because apparently, 'gays can't resist Blaine Anderson on a bike'. My friend's words, not mine." Kurt giggled and blushed slightly.

"Did you have a boyfriend back in San Francisco?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head and grinned at him.

"My parents were really angry that their 'ingenious' plan wasn't working, so they decided to rip me out of my life in San Francisco and relocate to the Mid-West: Ohio, because of two reasons. One, it's very hard to find gays here, and two, not many boys owned motorcycles, and for a girl to have a boyfriend who owns a motorcycle would boost popularity or some weird theory like that. I don't know.

"So we brought the motorcycle with us, and they hoped that even in one week, I would gain some kind of attention from the opposite gender."

"Which you did." Kurt said, referring to Santana. Blaine laughed.

"But she turned out to be one of us, so that hardly counts. They were disappointed that I wasn't able to get anyone, so they're making me ride around town for the next few weeks to see if I can attract anyone, but I don't want to."

"Do they know that you can't change, right?"

"I think they do, it's just that they don't want to admit that one of their sons is gay. They're too proud for that."

"They tell them that what they are making you do is something that won't change you."

"I... I'm not sure if I can do it, though. When they get into an argument, it's not something you can escape easily from."

"I can go with you, if you want. I might not be the best example, but I can sure fight back words with words." Blaine looked at his feet.

"Would you do that for me?" He said softly. Kurt cracked a smile.

"Of course!" Blaine looked up.

"Are you sure?"

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt threatened. "When I say I will do it, I WILL DO IT."

"Okay, okay." Blaine laughed, wings stretched out behind him. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet, I can't guarantee anything."

"At least we tried, though." Kurt nodded and remained silent. "Do you think we could do it tomorrow?" Blaine asked softly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Replied Kurt as he smiled.

Reviews? Sorry that it's shorter. I was really busy this past week, but I'm on holidays now.
I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Again, there is no preview because I hadn't had time to type up the next chapter and what not. Sorry D:

Update on the 16th.