Heh…sorry, guys. I thought that last chapter I posted was a new one. Here's the REAL chapter.
Blaine couldn't wait until he had his driver's license. Until then, he'd have to take the bus to school. He walked through the parking lot and saw some jocks surrounding Kurt at the dumpster…and one of the teachers just walked right on by. Asshole. Getting an idea, Blaine hid behind a car, and as the jocks were about to pick Kurt up and toss him in the dumpster, Blaine used his telekinesis to keep Kurt rooted to the ground.
"What the hell?" One jock asked in confusion. All five of them tried lifting Kurt off the ground, but to no avail. "It's like he's cemented to the ground!"
Just as Blaine thought they were about to give up, they started untying Kurt's shoes. 'Wow, they really want to throw him in the dumpster.' He kept Kurt's feet rooted to the ground much to the jocks' utter confusion.
"Okay, fine. If we can't bring him to the dumpster, then we're gonna have to bring it to him." The jock said firmly.
'Oh my God, seriously?' Blaine thought. As soon as their backs were turned, Blaine released Kurt, and ran to him. He put a finger to his lips, grabbed his hand, and started running.
"Wait- Blaine- slow down. My shoes are untied!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Oh, right. Sorry." They ducked behind a car and sat against it. "Okay, I think we're safe for now. I'll keep watch while you tie your shoes."
"Okay." Kurt felt the bottom of his shoes. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't move. There wasn't glue or anything on his shoes. So…why couldn't he move?
"All right. We're clear." Blaine helped Kurt up.
"Thank you." Kurt said sincerely. "Not just for helping me up, but…for getting me away from those Neandrathals."
"That's what friends are for." Blaine smiled and shrugged.
Kurt was touched. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "Yeah…that and tricking them into helping them sneak out of state."
Blaine laughed and ducked his head. "Yeah, that, too."
"What are you two doing by my car?" The two turned around to see Sue Sylvester walking towards and glaring at them.
"Oh, um…we were…kind of…hiding…." Kurt explained, lamely.
"And…you chose my car to hide behind?" Sue asked again.
"We didn't know it was your car." Blaine spoke up. "Sorry."
Sue nodded. "Okay. You know what? I've got bigger fish to fry than two cowardly freshmen running from bullies, so, why don't you head to class before I change my mind about using you as target practice."
"…I'm a sophomore." Kurt corrected her.
"Whatever."
"Once again, sorry." Blaine said sincerely, and they walked off just as the jocks came at them with garbage bags filled with junk.
"Ha! We got you now!" A jock exclaimed triumphantly, then gasped in horror when he realized he just dumped trash all over Sue Sylvester.
Sue calmly dusted herself off. "Well…I think I just found myself some target practice."
XXX
As usual, Blaine and Kurt ate lunch together. Blaine tried brushing off Kurt not being able to move was because God intervened, but Kurt didn't believe it.
"If God cared, he wouldn't let me get bullied in the first place." Kurt shrugged and played around with his food.
Blaine wasn't sure how to respond to that. Instead he just continued eating.
"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked.
"Sure."
"When did you know? I mean…when did you know that…that you were…?" Kurt leaned forward and spoke quietly.
"Gay?" Blaine guessed. Kurt nodded. "Well, my earliest memory of that was when I was in kindergarten. I saw these cowboy-themed bedsheets at a furniture store. Two cowboys walked side by side, and my first thought was 'They're like me.' At first I was confused as to why I thought that, but, as the years went on, I realized I felt more attracted to boys than girls."
Kurt nodded. "I, um…I knew when I was three. My mom signed me up for ballet class when I was three years old. And you know what? I loved it."
Blaine nodded in understanding. "Can you still do ballet?"
"Oh, hell no." Kurt chuckled and shook his head. "I can still dance, though. And sing. And sew."
"And fix up cars." Blaine added.
Kurt nodded. "Mm-hmm. Oh, get this: I still haven't told my dad yet, and Brittany made him think I'm on the football team."
"How'd she manage that?" Blaine asked.
Kurt groaned and threw his head back. "My dad caught me filming us dancing to Beyonce, and I had to tell him it was a workout thing. I was wearing a leotard, and I told him all the football guys were wearing them. Brittany then told my dad I'm the kicker on the football team."
Blaine tried not to laugh at that. "You know, it would be easier if you just…"
"I know, I know! I'm just not ready yet." Kurt snapped and sighed.
"Okay. Sorry." Blaine said calmly. "So, how are you gonna dig yourself out of this mess?"
XXX
The next day after school, Blaine found himself on the bleachers watching Kurt "audition" for kicker. He couldn't believe he pulled that off! He still thought it would be best if he just came out, but, he wasn't going to force the issue.
The end of the week was Kurt's first football game. Blaine went to support his friend (and because it's been a while since he's seen a sporting event. He still had one week to go on his grounding.). He sat in the third row. It was a little chilly, but not too bad. A short, brown-haired girl sat next to him.
"Hi!" Blaine jumped slightly at her voice.
"Oh, hey." Blaine greeted, smiling. "You're in the Glee club with Kurt, right?"
Rachel nodded. "I am. I'm Rachel Berry."
"I'm Blaine Anderson." Blaine and Rachel shook hands. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise!" Rachel replied. "So, can you carry a tune?"
Blaine laughed softly. "Not really. Kurt tried to recruit me for your Glee club, but, I declined. My heart's just not in it."
"Oh." Rachel's face fell into disappointment. "Okay. Well…it's fun, and…it's a place where everyone can be themselves without being judged, so…that's something to consider."
"Thanks." Blaine nodded. "So, you're into football, too?"
"Oh, no. I'm actually here to support Finn and Kurt." Rachel answered. "I'm assuming that's why you're here as well?"
"Yeah. Kurt's my friend, and I want to support him." Blaine smiled.
"Good. It's good Kurt has a friend." Rachel nodded. "He is not my biggest fan, but…he did seem really lonely when I first met him."
"Oh." Blaine said. He noticed the teams circling each other. "Oh! It's starting!"
After the first have, the McKinley Titans were losing badly. Blaine had half a mind to use his telekinesis, but decided against it. Finally, Finn called a time-out and convinced his teammates to dance to "Single Ladies". Blaine held his breath as Kurt kicked the ball…and scored the winning touchdown!
Everyone jumped up and screamed in excitement. "GO TITANS!"
XXX
The following Monday, everyone was still celebrating the Titans' first football win in a decade. Blaine dusted off streamers and confetti and opened up his locker to get his books out. He turned to see a beaming Kurt bounding towards him.
"I did it!" Kurt declared. "I came out to my dad!"
"Really? Oh, Kurt, that's amazing!" Blaine beamed and hugged him. "I'm so proud of you."
Kurt giggled and sighed. "I just feel so much better, and I have you to thank."
Blaine was surprised. "Me?"
"Telling me about your whole family being accepting made me a little more confident, and being a part of Glee and football made me realize I can be anything." Kurt explained.
Blaine nodded. "And I'm assuming, judging by your attitude, your dad was totally accepting."
"He was, surprisingly." Kurt replied.
"I'm so happy for you." Blaine said. They started walking down the hall. "We should celebrate."
"What'd you have in mind?" Kurt asked, intrigued.
"How about the Lima Bean?" Blaine suggested. "As soon as my sentence is lifted, I'll buy you lunch."
"Sounds fun." Kurt stopped walking. "Um…just so I'm not overreacting, is this a date?"
"No." Blaine shook his head. "Unless you want it to be?"
Kurt's head was swimming with indecisive thoughts. "Uh…I mean…I just barely came out to my dad. I don't want to overwhelm him by going out on my first date so soon. So…this is just friends celebrating."
"Fair enough." They continued walking. Blaine felt something deep down inside him. Was it disappointment?
