Chapter 4- BLAINE- William McKinley High School

I can't believe it. I haven't been here long and already I've made it into the New Directions. Kurt's told me all about them before, so I walked in there with an open mind. I've met new people, I'm with great friends and I do what I love with not only the friends I love, but with that one single man I adore. Yes, Kurt, to me, is a man. He had the courage to invite me here, taking the risk. He knew it would take some persuasion to make me leave Dalton, I was always so happy there, but when he asked, I knew it was the right thing to do. To some, it could be a life changing decision, and yes, the transfer did change it in one way or another, but it was a no brainer to me.

I had had it good- the love of my life and the school I have always loved, rolled into one giant perfect situation. Of course I didn't want it to change. But I knew that moving would present new opportunities to face life's endeavours. I had never been slammed into lockers before by some typical jock, and I accepted beforehand that not everyone at McKinley would, shall we say, welcome me with open arms. I guess you can think of it as a sacrifice. I would be happily getting a slushie facial everyday for the rest of the year if it meant one more day with my boyfriend. It still feels weird, my boyfriend, but at the same time, it feels right, like it was fate, or meant to be.

So, to summarise, I moved here for Kurt. My man. Ooh, that feels different, haha. Anyway, I faced up to life's hardships to be with him. So why is he so defensive and albeit moody with me?

-Just after the school bell had rung.-

'KURT!' I shouted down the hallway.

'WHAT?' He snapped back.

'Kurt, we need to sort this out, what's wrong? You've been acting funny with me ever since I started Glee Club. What is it, are you upset about something? Have you been bullied?'

Kurt shook his head. 'No, no, Blaine, it's-'

'Has Finn been giving you a hard time? What about Karofsky? Has he-'

'BLAINE, you know Finn wouldn't do that! And screw Karofsky. He's worthless to me.'

I didn't know what to think, but still I kept consistent. 'Then tell me what it is that's upset you so much.'

Kurt's voice started to shake. 'I-I-I just- look, Blaine, it's nothing to do with you!'

Lies. 'Kurt, this has everything to do with me! I thought we said we wouldn't keep secrets.'

'Yes I know but Blaine, you've gotta stop this!'

'Gotta stop what? Ever since I started Glee Club and began talking to Mercedes and Rachel and everyone, you have been such a-'

'Go on. Say it. Say what I've been. I don't even care about your conversations about the next Regionals solo with Rachel, or comparing fashion sense with Artie, or about-'

It clicked. We were in the car driving home now, I hadn't realised we had been driving for so long.

'Pull over, Kurt.'

The car hurled onto a deserted country path that was only visible for the first few metres. I took my seatbelt off, leaned against the window and studied Kurt's face. He was looking straight forward, not at anything particularly, but I could tell that any other direction he faced would mean a complete different expression on his face. He 'didn't care' about my new found friends, yet ever since I started getting involved, he hasn't liked it one bit. Either he didn't want me getting to know his friends, or he was jealous that my attention wasn't on him all the time. That didn't make him selfish to me, it just seemed so stupid. It's natural, in some ways, to feel defensive or slightly jealous of someone you're so close to beginning to interact with other people, you could feel left out. But if Kurt invited me to transfer, why is he so uptight about me and his friends, the Glee Club?

'Kurt, are you jealous?'

'NO BLAINE, just leave it! I told you it had nothing to do with you! You go talk to Brittany and Santana, I'll stay here and feel even more cut out than I already do because I haven't heard one word from you that doesn't involve a funny memory or nice conversation between anyone except me. I love you, Blaine. I don't want your undivided attention all the time, but it would be nice to feel included and loved by your boyfriend!'

By the time he had finished, he has undone his seatbelt, wriggled even further away from me, clambered out of the car and slammed the door, storming off to create his own country path. By the time he had finished, my head was dug into his jacket, and my tears were out of control.

-That evening-

Suddenly, I woke up. We were home. It was dark outside, but for some reason, the stars weren't as bright. There weren't as many in the sky. Kurt unlocked the car doors, got out and began walking towards the Hummel household. I grabbed his jacket, wiped my eyes, and stumbled over to the front door of the house. Kurt held the door open for me, grabbed my hand and took me upstairs, to his room. He shouted a 'Hey!' to Burt, and looked around, in search of Carole or Finn.

'Kurt, we've said nothing for hours.'

No reply.

'Kurt please, say something.'

Kurt continued gazing at the sky through his window, sitting comfortably on the windowsill.

'Kurt, I-'

'Do you remember, Blaine?'

I sat there, open mouthed, attempting to decipher what he was saying. He turned his head to me, and I could see he had cried on the way home, while I sat soundly asleep. It almost looked like his tears were returning. His voice trembled a little.

'Do you remember that first time, under the tree, when we first told each other we loved each other? The stars were so bright, there were so many, it was so beautiful. I was scared, scared to tell you how I felt, but when you asked about that adventure, I knew it was right to tell you.'

I let my head fall down and I closed my eyes. Of course I remembered.

'I still love you now, Blaine.'

'But I've been such an idiot.'

'We all make mistakes in our lives, Blaine. I know, in my heart, you're not a mistake.'

He started to walk over towards me, he lifted my head up and I looked at him, eyes welling up, just like his. He sat down next to me on the bed, and held my hand.

'I promise, Kurt, I promise I won't make another mistake. I'll be better to you, I guarantee it. I'm so sorry.'

'Blaine, I'm sorry for reacting so badly. I'm the one that wanted you in McKinley, and then once you're here, I'm the one wishing for you to back off, away from my friends. It was bad, I shouldn't have-'

I hushed Kurt, looked him in the eye and said, 'I love you.'

And then we kissed. I know it sounds so plain and so simple but there was so much meaning behind it, it wasn't just any kiss. It meant that we had gotten through a tough time in our relationship, and that we were on the road to being back to normal. It was such a perfect kiss. Once it had ended, he took me to the window. He pointed out a couple of constellations in the stars. It was faint, but I could make them out. I squeezed his hand as he said that there weren't as many stars in the sky, so he couldn't find any more constellations.

He walked away, assumingly pestering Burt to discover what tonight's mystery main meal would be, like a little puppy nagging for his food. I remembered while he was gone, the sky was full of stars that night we told each other we loved each other. It was full of stars when I was asked to transfer. Both extremely good times. And now this was a bad time, it was as if the stars had turned off, refused to light up the sky with its beautiful brightness until our relationship began to rebuild again. I wondered, would this mean we're going downhill?

I knew I couldn't talk to Kurt about it, get some advice as such, I daren't worry him. The next day would be a Friday, the last day of the long, tiring week, and the Warblers would be hard at work. I decided that I knew where I would seek advice- Dalton Academy. I had planned it all, in my head, within only a few moments. Go to WMHS, complain of an illness, go home due to uncontrollable pain, grab my Warbler jacket and head to the Academy. It was the beginning of winter, so I'd grab a scarf too.

Who knows what the stars would be like tomorrow?