Okay, guys. Expect a LOT of updates over the next six months. I want to get all the way up to season 11 by the time it airs, so…wish me luck.
Blaine slowly grabbed his books and notebook for his first period out of his locker the next morning. Before closing his locker, he looked at the picture and quote of his mother, sadly. Sighing, he closed his locker and jumped, startled, when he came face to face with a very angry Kurt.
"You almost got me grounded." Kurt announced with controlled anger.
Blaine instantly felt guilty. "I'm sorry-"
Kurt held his hand up to silence him. "Your aunt called my dad when I got home last night. She told him you snuck out, and she and your dads had no idea you were going to Nebraska! My dad thought I had something to do with it!"
"I was trying to keep you from getting you into trouble." Blaine explained.
"Well, it almost didn't work." Kurt exhaled sharply. "It took me twenty minutes to explain to my dad that I didn't know you snuck out."
"I really am sorry." Blaine replied.
Kurt sighed and folded his arms. "Was it worth it? Sneaking out to Nebraska?"
"No." Blaine shook his head. "I couldn't talk my dad down. And if it makes you feel any better, my other dad grounded me for a month, no TV, no internet, no phone, no shopping."
Kurt smiled a little, though, felt bad for him. "It actually does make me feel better. Thanks."
Blaine chuckled. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
"I'll look forward to that." Kurt smirked, turned around, and was instantly hit in the face with a slushy.
Blaine glared at the jocks as they walked by them, laughing and high-fiving each other. Blaine used his telekinesis to make one of the jocks shove his friend into a locker. The latter jock cried out and punched his assailant.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"
Blaine smiled in triumph and turned back to Kurt, who was wiping the slushy out of his eyes. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
Kurt let Blaine lead him to a bathroom. Blaine turned on the water and ran a folded up paper towel under it. Kurt let Blaine wipe off the slushy from his face and hair. "Why are you helping me? I was kind of mean a few minutes ago."
Blaine chuckled. "Because this is what any decent person would do. Even if I hated your guts, I would still do it."
Kurt chuckled. "Well, you're a lot nicer than I am, then."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Blaine smiled brightly and threw his paper towels away.
"Good! That's what it was." Kurt smiled. He sobered. "Blaine, I forgive you for almost getting me in trouble. But, next time, will you please be completely honest so I can come up with an excuse for my dad beforehand?"
Blaine chuckled. "I promise."
"Do you sing?" Kurt asked.
Blaine was about to answer yes, but backtracked. Singing reminded him so much of his mother. She would sing to him every night before he went to sleep. Now that she's gone, Blaine just didn't have the heart to. "No. Ever since my mom died, I just don't have the heart to."
Kurt looked sympathetic. "Oh. I'm so sorry. My mom died, too. Car accident when I was eight."
"I'm really sorry." Blaine said softly.
"It's okay." Kurt replied. He cleared his throat. "I need to change my shirt. I'll see you at lunch?"
"Sure!" Blaine smiled.
XXX
"So, Blaine, how are you liking McKinley?"
Blaine swallowed his mouthful of macaroni and cheese and turned to Mercedes. He sat at a table with Kurt and his friends Mercedes and Tina. "It's very different from Dalton, and it's not because of the lack of uniforms."
"R-really? How so?" Tina turned to Blaine.
"Well, for one thing, it has an anti-bullying policy." Blaine replied as he glanced over at a jock pouring milk over some poor geek's head.
"And why would you leave a school like that, and come to McKinley of all places?" Mercedes asked in confused shock.
"After my mom died, my dad couldn't afford to keep me in Dalton any more, and I live within the district." Blaine explained.
"Oh. Sorry about your mom." Mercedes said. Tina nodded in agreement.
"Thanks."
Kurt cleared his throat to change the subject. "So…anyone read the newest Vogue?"
"No." Mercedes and Tina said simultaneously.
"I have." Blaine smiled.
Kurt looked at him in surprise. "Really? Uh…wow. What was your favorite article?"
"The one about Charlize Thummum." Blaine replied. "I also like Broadway music."
Kurt stared at Blaine, perplexed. "How do you feel about sports?"
"Love 'em! Go Buckeyes." Blaine smiled and nodded.
"Uh-huh." Kurt nodded. "Cars?"
"My dad- my adopted dad- and I spent a summer rebuilding a '59 Chevy. One of his many attempts at bonding." Blaine nodded solemnly. "What about you, Kurt? Do you like sports or cars?"
"I don't care much for sports, but, my dad owns a tire shop- Hummel Tires and Lube." Kurt explained. "I practically grew up around cars, so I know a bit about them."
"No way. My dad used to be a mechanic." Blaine beamed. "So was my grandfather."
"Really? What does your dad do now?" Kurt asked.
Blaine swallowed. He really hated lying, but...whatever keeps the secret, right? "He's an FBI field agent. My uncle, too."
"And your aunt?"
"Retired. She's now a bartender at a club downtown." Blaine responded.
"That's a major step down from being an FBI agent." Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, well…her husband died in the field, and…she didn't want her daughter to lose another parent." Blaine shrugged.
"Well, if that's not love, I don't know what is." Mercedes smiled.
"H-how old is your cousin?" Tina asked.
"Twenty-four." Blaine replied. "She freelances as a bounty hunter."
"Wow." Mercedes said, amazed. "And what about your stepdad? Are you two still close even though…?"
"Yeah, we're close." Blaine explained. "He is…a monk."
"I-is he C-chinese?" Tina wondered.
Blaine laughed softly and shook his head. "No. He's American."
"Did you also say you were adopted?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, but…my adopted parents gave me back to my real parents a couple of years ago." Blaine answered.
"Why?"
"Kurt, that's a little personal." Mercedes scolded.
Blaine waved it off. "It's okay, Mercedes. They didn't like that I am gay." Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina just stared in shock. Blaine took a drink and looked around. "Is that a problem?"
"N-no! Of course not." Kurt answered hurriedly. "I-it's just that…you said that so casually."
Blaine shrugged again. "I'm proud of who I am."
"Good! That's a good attitude to have." Mercedes smiled and nodded.
Kurt stared at Blaine in wonder. He never met a gay person before…well, besides his dead lesbian aunt, anyway.
XXX
After Glee practice, Kurt went over to Blaine's house. Ellen answered the door. "Hi. Um…I'm Kurt Hummel."
"Ah. Blaine's unknowing accomplice." Ellen nodded and smiled. "Come on in. I'm Blaine's aunt Ellen."
"Nice to meet you." Kurt shook her hand. "I-I know Blaine is grounded, but…is he allowed visitors?"
Ellen nodded. "I guess it'd be okay. Don't stay too long, and don't sneak him out this time."
"I won't. I promise." Kurt said earnestly.
"Kurt?" Kurt turned to Blaine, who was at the top of the stairs. "This is a surprise."
"One hour, Blaine." Ellen warned, then walked back to the kitchen.
Blaine gestured for Kurt to come upstairs. "Come on up. We'll talk in my room."
Kurt nodded and followed Blaine to his closet of a room. He noticed he has no closet. "Um…where do you keep all your clothes?"
Blaine laughed. "You came here to borrow my clothes?"
"Well, no, it's just…I notice you have no closet."
"I keep my clothes in drawers or vacuum packed in boxes under my bed." Blaine explained. He sat on his bed and gestured to his armchair. "Have a seat."
Kurt obliged. He paused for a minute, deciding how to word his question. "Um…can I ask you something personal?"
Blaine nodded. "Sure."
"Was it hard? Coming out?" Kurt asked.
Blaine was slightly surprised by that question. "No. Not really. When I found that I liked boys and not girls, I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed. I went straight downstairs to tell my parents and older brother."
"And? What were their reactions?" Kurt wondered.
"Well, it was the only time they looked really small." Blaine lifted his shoulders and slumped. "My brother said something to the extent of 'Hey, at least you won't accidentally get someone pregnant'. My dad shook his head in disapproval and said 'I'd rather you'd get someone pregnant every year of the rest of your junior high and high school years than you being gay'."
"And your mom?"
"She just swallowed, nodded, and said 'Okay. Thanks for letting us know.'" Blaine nodded. "My adopted dad didn't like who I was. When he couldn't make me straight, he just gave me back to my real mom."
"And your real mom was okay with you being gay?"
"She was." Blaine smiled sadly. "So is my real dad and stepdad."
"What about your uncle, aunt, and cousin?"
"They're all okay with it." Blaine replied. "So is my great-uncle, who was really more like a father to my real dad and uncle."
"What about your grandparents?"
"My adoptive grandparents definitely were not okay with it, and both grandparents on both my real parents' sides are all dead." Blaine revealed. "I've never even met them. I have heard about my grandpa on my real dads' side, and from what I learned of him, he would not have been accepting."
"Well, at least you have so many supportive family members, right?" Kurt shrugged. "That's good, at least."
Blaine nodded in agreement. "Kurt, why are you asking me all these questions?"
Kurt sighed, slowly stood up, and walked over to look at his reflection in the mirror. "Because…I'm gay, too."
Blaine smiled and ducked his head. 'I knew it.' Aloud, he said, "I'm proud of you. It takes a lot of courage to come out."
Kurt exhaled and smiled in relief. "It feels so good to get that off my chest."
Blaine smiled and stood. "You should know, you're not alone."
Kurt nodded. He swallowed a lump, looked away, then looked at Blaine, distressed. "I just don't want my dad to stop loving me. I can't tell him I'm gay. At least not yet."
"Kurt, if he loves you, he'll understand." Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "If not…then, you're always welcome here. If you need somewhere to crash."
Kurt was overcome with emotion. It touched him deeply that someone would care so much. He grabbed Blaine and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you."
Blaine hugged him back. "You're welcome."
XXX
Meanwhile, Castiel was summoned by Gabriel. "You called?"
"Why, yes! So, how are things?" Gabriel asked, smiling.
"Things are fine." Castiel replied simply.
"And this little, gay, Nephilim, nephew of mine?" Gabriel asked.
Castiel stiffened. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cas, come on." Gabriel raised his eyebrows. "You really thought I wouldn't find out?"
Castiel sighed inwardly with defeat. "Blaine is innocent. He is no threat to you or anyone else."
Gabriel raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't say he was. I may be okay with this, but our other siblings- especially the archangels- they may not be too thrilled. I mean, it's bad enough that he's a Nephilim. But a gay Nephilim?" He whistled and shook his head. "May our dear Father have mercy on his soul."
Castiel stared at Gabriel. "I want your word that you will not harm a hair on his head."
"Okay. You have my word." Gabriel smiled with fingers crossed behind his back.
"Thank you." Castiel vanished.
Gabriel sighed. "Sorry, Little Brother. But, I can't go on not knowing my dear nephew."
