Chapter Three

A/N: I had to completely revise chapter three, I just wasn't happy with the direction, so this one I feel slightly better about. It will all work out better for the plot line of the story. Also, I didn't have enough votes for the poll on my profile to completely finish this chapter. So if you want a say, please vote so that I don't have to revise more chapters and change the plot. Thanks! Enjoy!

Kurt was having a hard time enjoying the scenery of the park they were walking through. To him the most beautiful thing in it was walking along beside him sipping his latte. For awhile, they just walked along in silence. The knots in Kurt's stomach made it almost impossible for him to drink his latte. He was also having difficulty with that virtue of patience that he sometimes lacked. After a little while, Blaine started talking.

"Kurt, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this." Blaine started, he wouldn't look at him. Kurt's heart started to hammer and his stomach flipped over.

"It's fine. I get it." Kurt interrupted, trying not to sound as crushed as he was. "You just want to be friends." His breathing was coming sporadically but he tried not to show it. All he wanted to do was cry. He fell for him and once again, it wasn't returned. Blaine looked at him, a little taken aback.

"No, that's not it. I like you. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to go any further than admitting that I have some feelings for you." Blaine tried to explain, but realized he wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"So what does that mean?" Kurt asked, getting a little frustrated, he tried not to look into Blaine's big beautiful hazel eyes that he so often got lost in. Blaine floundered, trying to find the words to explain how he was feeling.

"I..." He stopped, thought a little more. "Sometimes I know I come off as very confident. And it's true. I'm very confident in myself as a person and I don't mind showing it. There is just..." He thought again. "I sound so egotistical." He wound up thinking about what he just said rather than how he should continue.

"Blaine, I know you aren't egotistical, just please, tell me what you are thinking." Kurt was already starting to put his shields up.

"I'm having a hard time with this. I didn't mind when you thought we were on a date. Part of me wouldn't mind if it really was a date, but there is also part of me that keeps saying that we are such good friends. Is it because we are friends and we are both gay that I'm having these feelings?" He blurted out before he could think it through. Kurt was hurt now.

"So you are saying that you think you have feelings for me because we are both gay and not simply because you enjoy spending time with me and care about me." Kurt summarized. Blaine realized how much that must have hurt him and that he should try to explain himself, he just didn't know how.

"Kurt..." He stammered.

"Thank you for the latte." Kurt stood. "I appreciate you being honest with me." He walked away, feeling like such an idiot. He completely humiliated himself once again.

"Kurt, wait, please!" Blaine stood, but didn't try going after him. He got the sense that he should wait. He made enough of a mess of the situation for one night.

Kurt walked back to McKinley and got into his car, just sitting there with the heat on. It was starting to get cold outside. Suddenly that simple word...'Courage' seemed to be the most idiotic word in the whole English language. What did it ever get him? He faced his bully and got his first kiss, and now he was being bullied even more because he could unveil his bully's closeted status. He asked Blaine about being on a date, and he got shut down. At this point, that simple seven letter word seemed to be mocking him. His phone rang and he almost didn't bother to look at it, certain that it would be Blaine, but after looking at the time, he realized he had been sitting there for over an hour and it was probably his father.

"Hello?" He answered, trying to sound a little more chipper than he felt.

"Hey Kurt. Is everything okay?" It was like he had a sixth sense. 'Wasn't that just supposed to be mothers?' He thought.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just had a talk with Blaine but everything's fine. I know I'm late. I will be home in about twenty minutes, okay?"

"Okay. Are you sure everything's okay?" His father asked again.

"No, but it will be. I'll be home soon." Kurt took a deep breath.

"I love you son."

"I love you too Dad." Kurt smiled, saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

Twenty minutes later, as promised, Kurt pulled up in front of the Hummel household. Finn and Carole were both home as well. He tried to put on a happy face. He didn't feel like having a million probing questions about his love life being thrown at him. He knew his father would also try to stop them all from asking, which comforted him.

"Hi everyone." He said, dropping his bag at the bottom of the stairs and going into the living room to sit down and talk for a few minutes. Finn and Carole were also sitting in the living room.

"Hey, Sport. How was your day?" He muted the football game so they could talk.

"It was okay. Same as always." Kurt evaded, he didn't want to get into anything with Carole and Finn there. If it was just Carole, then maybe, but not Finn. "OH!" Kurt suddenly remembered about Jennifer. "You will never guess who transferred to McKinley and waltzed into glee club today!"

"You're right. I will never guess, so how about you just tell me, kiddo." He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the answer.

"Jenny!" Kurt exclaimed. It took Mr. Hummel a minute to let his memory kick in.

"Little Jenny?" Kurt nodded fervently.

"I mean, it was totally random and out of the blue. She just disappeared in grade five in the middle of the year. I missed her so much and now she's back!" He paused and thought for a minute. "She's different though. She doesn't smile as much as she used to, and her sense of style is virtually non-existent."

"Even I can second the style thing." Finn interjected. Everyone turned to stare at him. "Sorry." He muttered, looking at the carpet.

"I'm not surprised she doesn't smile much, the poor kid." Mr. Hummel murmured. Kurt furrowed his brow.

"What do you mean? I don't get it." He tried to think back to anything he could have missed about her, but she was his best friend, he couldn't think of anything about her that he didn't already know.

"I'm glad you don't remember any of it. That's the beauty of kids, they only see the good stuff." Carole nodded in agreement. Mr. Hummel scratched his chin, thinking.

"Remember any of what?" Kurt asked, the bad mood he was in was starting to sink deeper. Mr. Hummel thought about it for another minute.

"I don't think it's my place to say anything to you. It should be Jenny who tells you." Kurt's mouth fell open.

"That's not fair, you can't just open a subject and not tell me anymore about it. That's like putting a ticket to a Madonna concert on my bed and telling me it's not for me it's for Finn."

"I like Madonna." Finn added. Again, everyone stared at him. "She's got good music and she's better than what Rachel makes me listen to." He shrugged, looking at the carpet again. Kurt shook his head.

"But Dad, you can't just do that to me. What happened that I don't know about?" He stood up, trying to look more imposing.

"Kurt, I can't tell you. It's not mine to tell. You understand that." Kurt stomped his foot in annoyance.

"Why doesn't anyone give me a straight answer today?" He turned on his heel and stomped downstairs to his room. Shortly after that, they could hear Judy Garland singing from afar.

"Why do I get the feeling that was about more than just Jenny?" Carole used her perceptive maternal powers. Mr. Hummel nodded, getting the same feeling from the phone call earlier.