We Found Love in a Hopeless Place

A/N: Hey everyone!

Totally surprised by the feedback from the first chapter. I wasn't too sure if the idea was too far fetched. But thankfully you guys liked it so I'm back to give you more! Woot.

Thank you for the wonderful reviews. I've learned that I'm a drug dealer. Lol. So here is chapter 2. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 2

It was the longest of long days. Blaine went straight to his hotel suite when he got off the tour bus. He didn't even bother hanging out with David and their other friends like he usually did after a show.

Once inside his room, the boy threw off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He went to the mini fridge to grab a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom. After literally throwing himself onto the bed face first he exhaled deeply. The Sunday had been one thing after another. At his show, the stadium was having electrical problems and the light flickered on off causing a delayed start. When they finally did begin, James pestered him all night during intermissions about whatever the hell he was talking about. The man loved hearing his voice – everyone else hated it. After his performances he went to sign autographs and meet fans but his mind was absent. All he could think about was hanging out with Rachel the next day and how much it would suck to be without her. Sure they just met but they shared a special connection, and after spending a short time with her he didn't want to leave so soon. Sadly it would just be the two of them because Finn had football practice after school and Kurt had to work at his father's shop, but Blaine knew that there wouldn't be any awkwardness between his sister and himself. They just clicked. He couldn't deny he felt a little sad that he wouldn't be able to see that beautiful boy again, but Kurt was worth the wait. Having to wait another month and a half for his tour to end would be irritating but he'd get through it.

Blaine's thoughts quickly changed from Rachel and her close ones to his own. Would his father even let him leave California after the tour to hang out in Lima, Ohio with his sister? Highly unlikely. For one, Blaine hadn't even told Anthony about Rachel with fear that he'd get upset. The way that Blaine found out about his twin was by trying to dig up information on his birth parents. Anthony probably would be heartbroken that Blaine was looking for them – thinking that the boy didn't think he was enough. But Blaine thought the world of his dad… he was more than enough. He made it possible for Blaine to live his dream at such a young age. That didn't cut his desire to know where he really came from and who he really was. The difficult thing would be spending tomorrow afternoon with his newfound sister without James finding out and being his usually sneaky self. Rachel was worth it.

The curly haired singer decided that he would take a quick shower and go to bed so that he was well rested for the next day. He gathered the necessary items, called his dad to say goodnight and texted Rachel goodnight as well, and then headed to the shower.

….

After school the next day, an all black town car with tinted windows came to pick Rachel up from McKinley. A few students looked at her sideways, wondering what a nice vehicle like that was doing picking up one of the least cared about girls in school. Had her gay dads hit the lotto or something? Whatever it was, many of the kids were absolutely jealous. Tina and Mercedes greeted her farewell and told her to enjoy her time with Blaine before going their separate ways.

A tall gentleman with a quirky smile got out of the vehicle and opened the back door for her. "Hello, Ms. Berry. It's a pleasure to be driving you today! My name is Brandon."

Rachel quirked an eyebrow at the man; he had to be in his early thirties. She really admired how friendly he was and knew the ride wouldn't be so awkward with a stranger. "Hello to you too Mr. Brandon. Blaine probably told you that I can be a diva but there is no need to open my door…"

"What Mr. Anderson told me was to take great care of you so that is just what I intend to do young lady. So please do get in, rush hour is approaching."

Rachel smiled and curtsied a thank you, climbing into the backseat. She immediately fell in love with the lavish interior, chilled beverages and a screen already playing The Sound of Music. Blaine was getting a huge hug for this set up. She smiled as she watched the movie, grabbing at her necklace – a gold star pendant that Blaine had brought her to the party that night. Yeah, she had the best brother in the world.

The car pulled away from the curb and Rachel shot a glance out the window. Students were glaring at the car from all directions and the young girl smiled to herself. One day she'd have this life from her own hard work of being a Broadway star. She'd go out to London to see Blaine performing overseas and he'd come to NY and watch her show. It'd be the dream.

"So do you like everything? Mr. Anderson requested only the best for you." Rachel could see Brandon smiling through the rearview mirror. She took another look around the car before responding.

"It's perfect. I must wear my heart on my sleeve; I never even told him how much I love this film. It's a classic." Rachel grinned as she grabbed a bottle of sparkling water.

"You must be special." He replied.

"I'd like to think so."

….

The ride wasn't too long. Rachel allowed Brandon to open the door for her once they pulled up to the hotel. He told her that he'd tell Blaine if she tried to get out herself and Rachel laughed agreeing to stay put. She smiled once she saw Blaine running out of the lobby to meet her and in turn ran as well jumping into her brother's arms. Brandon chuckled as he watched the exchange before going to drive off.

"The Sound of Music? I love you!"

Blaine laughed, pleased that she enjoyed the ride over. "I love you more. I'm so happy to see you Rach… Today was so horrible!" Blaine pulled her back and looked in her eyes, his face sporting the most adorable puppy look ever.

"Oh my gosh," she laughed, "I bet you got away with everything using that face."

He flashed his pearly whites before responding. "Damn right I did."

They both laughed as he dragged his sister inside the hotel and out of the cold Ohio air.

"Well why was today so horrible?" Rachel asked curiously, hoping his crazy manager hadn't done anything to mess with him. She heard a lot of crazy stories about the man.

"Well I had to wake up extra early because my tutor wanted to do my lessons quick and get them out the way. Some doctor's appointment or something. I thought being homeschooled… well road schooled would be more accurate… I thought it would be so much better because I wouldn't need to wake up early and could get my learning done anytime like with my last tutor. But this new one… she's so crazy! Waking up at 6 for chemistry lessons? I'd rather go back to private school!"

Rachel laughed as they got into the elevator. Blaine was such a… kid. Complaining about school and waking up and all the stuff kids worry about. It was good to see this side of him having been a fan for so long. She thought that he usually just worried about more adult things like scheduling interviews and all that.

"That's not so bad. She had a good reason. Plus you get to finish lessons early. I've been in class all day!"

"True," Blaine agreed, "but she's still a psychopath." Rachel grinned and shook her head. "Besides that, I called room service for some spaghetti and meatballs for lunch. They had just served the last of it. Rage isn't the word to describe how I felt." He flailed his arms about as he told the story to Rachel. "Anyway I went into the hallway to go bother some of the crew from my tour, and whose room do I see them delivering spaghetti and meatballs to but David Thompson's?"

Rachel burst out laughing at her silly brother as Blaine led her off the elevator and over to his room. "Wait, that's why today was so horrible? You had to wake up early and your best friend ate the last of the spaghetti? You're horrible Blaine."

"Am not." he grinned putting his room key away.

"Are too. But don't worry, I make the best spaghetti and meatballs. Finn may love it more than he loves me." She paused with a smile handing the singer her coat, "When you come back I'll have to cook you a little."

"Oh you shouldn't have told me that sis. I'll never leave your kitchen. I'll just board there the whole time I'm in Lima."

Rachel rolled her eyes and sat down on the hotel bed. "But then you won't be able to see my awesome room. It's like an homage to all things Blaine Anderson. You may freak out and lose my number afterwards but I don't care, I'm not changing a thing."

"Ha. You're one of those huh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, putting his shoes aside and laying down next to his twin.

"I don't know. It wasn't like I promised myself I'd one day be your bride or anything. I could really relate to your music. Go figure." She smiled and Blaine nodded his understanding. "I totally get it."

Blaine got up from the bed to pop in a movie. "This is one of my favorites so we're going to watch it."

"What is it?"

"Enchanted." He gave a goofy smile. "Don't you dare judge me."

"I'm telling everyone!" Rachel giggled, sprawling out on the bed.

"I will hunt you down Rachel Berry." Blaine laughed as the girl pulled out her cell phone pretending to send a mass text. "Just kidding. Come sit and let's watch your strange choice of a favorite film."

Blaine rushed over to the bed next to his sister. She looked so peaceful and everything felt right, like they knew each other forever. The way they could just ease into a conversation without it being weird between them. It was amazing.

A few minutes passed before Rachel rolled over to look at him. "How did you find me?"

Blaine smirked. "Oh boy, where do I begin?" Rachel smiled back curiously. "I was actually doing a little research on our birth parents. If you're wondering why, I know, everyone does. I should be perfectly content… I am blessed to be in this position, I have a super wealthy father who loves me… although he shows it in the weirdest most unaffectionate ways possible, and I really don't want for any materialistic thing – I ask for it I get it. It makes me sound like a spoiled brat but that's always been the norm. Plus I have an awesome best friend who made it clear that he'd do anything for me and vice versa." He paused to look over at Rachel who was returning a very attentive look. "So yeah, maybe it is weird that I'm looking for them, if they are still alive… but I really would love to see who they are, what they like, why they gave us away."

Rachel nodded as she leaned on his shoulder. "I can't say I don't think about that from time to time. But I can't complain either. My dads have made it so that I don't want for anything either and they do love me. I sort of feel like if I do look for our parents it'd be disappointing because they won't be as amazing and loving and accepting as I would dream them to be. I'd rather have the people I have now than those who don't want me."

"But what if they are looking for us to? Realizing they made a mistake… and are those people?"

Rachel remained quiet weighing both sides. She still leaned towards her argument though.

"Anyway to finally answer your question, sorry I can be a bit of a rambler…" he smiled and his twin grinned, "I secretly hired a private investigator to find as much as he could about them without my dad learning about this. He'd be devastated and I know he would blow this out of proportion. Anyway, he found you after a lot and lot of digging and questioning. And I'm the happiest boy in the world." he leant over and kissed Rachel's cheek and the brunette leaned into it.

"I'm the happiest girl, Blaine Anderson. You know my dads would love to meet you. They think I'm lying about meeting you and you saying that we're related. For a year now you've been that boy that I drool over in their eyes which isn't the truth. I just admired you deeply." Blaine giggled with a head shake. "Back to the point, they think I'm at Kurt's because there is no way the two of us know each other. And if I actually went to see you they said we'd need to DNA test just so I wouldn't be hurt. Even if it is negative I know I earned an amazing friend out of this all."

Blaine smiled wrapping an arm around his twin. "Don't you worry. I can understand their viewpoint. If you were as in love with me as everyone is saying I could totally see you turning paranoid and imagining this whole meet up." Rachel slapped him on the arm and he winced. "Ouch!"

"Did I imagine that?" she smirked.

"Oh hush," they both laughed, "but yeah. I understand. But you shouldn't worry because I don't have the slightest doubt that you are my sister. We have so much in common with likes and dislikes, we both are great at choosing friends, and we're both awesome in general. Now you have an older brother to protect you."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'm obvious the older one, thank you very much."

"Don't be silly." Blaine responded, closing his eyes and enjoying their alone time.

They both talked about a few things, getting to know one another a little more. They talked about her glee club and she invited him to Regionals if he could make it. He said he wouldn't miss it for the world, Nationals either. That made Rachel very happy, needless to say. Their relationship had done a 180. At first, she was the one supporting Blaine, buying everything with his name and face on it. Now he was proving that he'd be there for her.

They continued to converse and Blaine was in for a shock with his sister's words.

"Totally. But I bet you'll never guess which guy that was at the party is Finn's older brother."

Blaine rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. It probably wasn't Artie because their style was so different… or Kurt for that matter because their style was extremely different. The Asian kid… Mike was it? could be eliminated because… reasons. Puck he remembered hearing was his best friend so Blaine really didn't know. Sam possibly?

"I have no clue."

"You didn't even try!" Rachel laughed, "It's Kurt! Their parents got married late last year and now they are step brothers, but they behave like real brothers so it's cool! My boyfriend's brother is my best friend. I love them both." She paused and sighed, holding back a laugh at Blaine's shocked face. Nobody would think Kurt and Finn are brother's but it was true. "You're so easy to talk to. I'm going to hate it when you are gone, aren't I?"

Blaine snapped out of whatever world he was in and responded. "You will. I rock." Rachel giggled but not before rolling her eyes at the statement. "But," Blaine continued, "I'll always only be a phone call or video chat away. You know that."

Rachel nodded. "True. I'm so glad my friends met you. They say you aren't like the typical stuck up stereotype of a star."

"I try not to be." Blaine responded seriously. "I would hate to be that guy actually, and see one of my fans hurt because of something I did."

"You're so sweet. Don't worry, I'm sure you're the perfect guy to all your wonderful fans. Kurt had good things to say about you Blaine and his opinion is extremely important to me. He's my best friend after all. So you passed the best friend test."

Blaine's heart jumped at the fact that Kurt like him… well maybe not in the way that Blaine would've liked but it was a start. He tried to slow his beating heart before it knocked Rachel out. She was now laying on his chest as they talked and stared at the huge television screen. "You passed as well. David loves you. But what did Kurt say?" the boy threw the question in quickly before they could pass into a new topic. Then it'd be weird bringing it back up, you know.

"He said you're kind and dorky and cute when you're nervous… maybe I shouldn't have said that part but oh well, he said it and you are." She tapped him on the nose. "He said he liked how friendly you were to everyone although you didn't have to be. You could've been a jerk and blew them off to hang out with me instead but you didn't."

"He thinks I'm cute?" Blaine asked, the rest of the girl's words going in one ear and out the other.

Rachel paused, scared she had said too much. What if Blaine thought Kurt would try and come on to him every time they hung out? That wasn't the kind of guy he was anymore, after his crush on Finn of course. "Don't worry Blaine… he's not going to hit on you or anything I promise."

"Oh no, no, I was flattered actually," Blaine reassured her with a nervous smile. Now would be a good time to tell her he was gay but he wanted to wait… for what he wasn't sure. But if he told her now she'd probably pull out the phone right this instance and call her best friend, and Blaine was the one who wanted to come out to Kurt. He really liked him and wanted the news to be heard from his own lips. "Being called cute is different from what girls call me when I get tweets throughout the day stating all the things they'd do to me if we were alone. I don't know why I bothered going on tumblr that one time."

Rachel laughed putting a hand over her face. She knew just what he was talking about.

Blaine continued, "But Kurt, he seems so nice. I really wish he could've come today. It would've been cool seeing you two together, how you guys interact around one another. Sounds like you two would be a riot together."

"Don't try and steal my BFF. Get your own."

"I'm innocent," Blaine laughed. "He just seemed so cool when we spoke Saturday. Like he cared what I had to say. It was nice."

Rachel smiled. "That's my Kurtie."

Blaine stroked through his sisters long hair as he sat thinking about the boy. He was still a little shocked that Kurt thought he was cute even though he probably meant it in the most platonic way possible. Still though, he couldn't stop thinking about those blue eyes since he laid eyes on them, and knowing that Kurt thought he was cool meant a step towards Kurt thinking he was boyfriend material. All in due time, though. Maybe I'll call him tonight Blaine said to himself.

"How about we finish the movie for now so I can get you home in time?" Blaine asked staring down at his sister. Rachel had fallen fast asleep on the boy's chest, her head rising and falling with each of his breaths. Blaine smiled and kissed her head, turning his attention to the screen. This more than made up for a horrible day.

….

Kurt lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He had a rather interesting day at school and at the shop. It must've been "Get on Kurt Hummel's last nerve day" because he kept getting more disappointed as the day went on. In first period, he got detention for telling his history teacher her skirt was so two seasons ago and was placed in detention during his lunch period. How someone could punish him for giving much needed constructive criticism was beyond him. During third period he got a confirmation text from his dad telling him he'd be needed for the shop directly after school. He had a drop of hope when his dad said he wasn't sure if he'd be needed and to stand by. But that hope dissipated when he learned it was definite. It sucked because he was looking forward to hanging out with Rachel and Blaine. The boy was such a sweetheart, Kurt discovered; he texted him goodnight the night after the party when he got to his hotel room, and on Sunday when he was with Rachel and Mercedes having a little shopping trip just to say hey before he went into a rehearsal. It was weird because … it was a little hard to explain. But Kurt really liked it…

After that during art class, Santana went on an insult spree and dished out a little for everyone in the room. Kurt knew if he'd hear lady face come out the girls mouth one more time she'd be having 'I was attacked by a cat' face because he was sick and tired of it. And at work, don't get him started at work. An oil change went wrong and the black liquid splattered all over him. It took triple the time to exfoliate and moisturize that night.

Now the blue eyed boy lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling. Wondering what tomorrow would have in store. He hoped it wouldn't be anything like his Monday which allowed him to sympathize with Garfield on many different levels. A text message snapped him out of his pity party and he reached over to his cell phone which lay idle on the dresser, curious to see who the alert came from.

Blaine also lay in his bed in the silent hotel suite, the only sound David's snores, debating with himself on whether or not he should contact Kurt. Rachel's words hadn't left his mind since she spoke them really and long after she had gone the pop star found himself wondering whether or not he meant he was cute or cute. It was childish sure but boy did he have a crush.

Blaine decided that his courage wasn't strong enough to call the beautiful boy on his mind so he settled for yet another goodnight text. Maybe after the long month and a half left of tour he'd be able get himself together and have a meaningful conversation.

Kurt stared down at the text with a smile that he didn't even realize had formed on his face.

Goodnight Kurt! Sweet dreams. :) –Blaine

He knew the boy probably wouldn't be sleeping any time soon and neither was he so he gave a friendly reply to see how Blaine would respond.

You're up to text me goodnight at this time? Shouldn't you be asleep? You have a long day tomorrow. –Kurt

Blaine silently laughed at the reply, finding it odd how much the last two sentences of the text reminded him of something James would say. Kurt was nothing like that ass though. He considered calling him once more but decided against it yet again – his excuse being that he didn't want to disturb his sleeping best friend on his hotel room floor. Nervousness was the real reason but no one needed to know that.

I'm way too excited from the past three days. Can't sleep. Talk to me? –Blaine

A minute later and alert buzzed his phone and he smirked once again.

Okay. But you're going to regret this later when you're on stage and can't remember the lyrics. What would you like to talk about? –Kurt

Kurt rolled over on to his side with a grin as he waited for Blaine to respond. It was weird how the singer turned him into a giddy teenager impatiently waiting for a text but this was his new reality. The message he received made him raise an eyebrow.

I doubt I'll regret talking to you all night. And that was one time I forgot the words, geez! People won't let me forget it! ;-p –Blaine

Interesting Kurt thought. That first sentence was kind of flirty. But he laughed at the rest as his phone vibrated again.

Hmmm… we can talk about anything really. Let's start with you telling me about yourself. –Blaine

Kurt smirked as he replied. There was no way he'd spend his night typing out an essay on himself. That's just what Kurt Hummel's life was – a thesis.

Way too much to type. My fingers may fall off. Then I wouldn't be able to style my hair. Definite no-no. –Kurt

Blaine laughed again at the boy's funny text. He had to admit he loved Rachel's best friend's sense of humor. He was quick on his feet and honest with his thoughts. Blaine decided he'd throw all fear aside and take a chance to call Kurt. After all, he had sent those last few texts which he had to fight with himself not to send; fear of how Kurt would take them slapping him in the face. He walked to the lounge area and eased himself on the couch.

Can I call you? – Blaine

Kurt bit his lip and his mouth formed a quick smile. His heart started to flutter and he quickly reprimanded himself. What the heck Kurt? Stop it. No more crushing on straight guys! Especially inaccessible straight guys. Especially your best friend's brother! He calmed himself down and agreed to a phone call.

Sure :) –Kurt

Blaine took a deep breath and pressed the send call button on his phone. The phone rang one and a half times before he heard a sing-song sexy voice answered. Yes it was sexy. And he regretted not calling him sooner.

"Hey there." Kurt said.

"Why hello to you too." Blaine responded, forcing his voice into its own deep sexy sound. Kurt laughed at the corniness of it but couldn't deny it was hot.

"Since when is your voice four octaves deeper than it was Saturday night?" Kurt asked, still chuckling.

Blaine decided right then and there that the sound of Kurt's laugh was the greatest thing he ever heard… greater than his favorite song or the funniest joke or the hotel staff saying they made more pasta. He wanted to do whatever to keep the boy smiling. Weird right?

"Did anyone ever tell you how amazing your laugh is?" Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt started twirling the bed sheets around his finger. For a straight guy this man said the gayest things. "Can't say I've heard that before, no." he smiled into the receiver.

"Well I'm glad I could be the first to tell you. Anyway, tell me about this long story of yours. I've got all night."

"Let's see," Kurt began, "I love fashion a lot, and singing a lot, and shopping a hell of a lot, and bothering your sister whenever I need a source of entertainment. I want to ultimately end up living in NY pursuing my dream as a fashion designer. I thought about doing Broadway but I don't know if that commitment and constant being in the spotlight would be something I could handle. I have to commend you for it."

Blaine ran a hand though his unruly hair taking it all in. New York? He'd love to take him there one day. No doubt was it one of Blaine's favorite places. But maybe he was moving a bit too fast. Just a bit. "I saw a video of the New Directions but I don't think you were in it. I definitely would've remembered seeing you." Whoa there boy. You said too much.

"Why is that?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrow.

How can I say this without sounding like a creep? Blaine asked. "Well you are very unique. You stand out in a crowd, you know?"

Kurt ignored the statement as he felt his heart flutter again. Instead he addressed the statement about not being in that New Directions video. "I had transferred to a private school in Westerville, Ohio at the time they filmed the performance. I had some issues at our school and I felt alone and unsafe to say the least."

Blaine felt his heart drop. "Can you tell me?"

"Well I was bullied for my sexuality and it was as if no one cared – friends, faculty, nobody. I didn't want to bring my dad into it because he had just suffered a heart attack and I didn't want to see him hurt like that again." He sighed, still playing with his bed sheets, "It came to the light eventually though, and he and my step mother spent their savings to send me to Dalton Academy. I can't say I didn't like it; I had made new friends easily, they had this zero tolerance bullying policy which had me and the parents right away, and I even got a caring but deeply annoying and frustrating boyfriend out of it. Logan is his name. But I missed the New Directions greatly."

Blaine rolled his eyes. Logan? Wolverine should be the only one allowed that name. Why did he have to be involved with someone? God this sucked. But he couldn't fathom anyone wanting to hurt Kurt and anyone of his friends not defending him. Was Rachel included? That couldn't have been the case. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that Kurt."

"It's not your fault, Blaine."

Blaine nodded as if Kurt could see him. "I know. I just wish I could've been there for you. But yay for your boyfriend right?"

"Ex-boyfriend as of right now. You know. On and off type of thing." Kurt replied boredly. He didn't know why but his lips were in a hurry to make it known that he was currently single.

Blaine smiled in the dark as he placed his feet up on the coffee table and slouched down on the couch. This was exciting news. "I feel like a creep asking you all of these questions but why is it like that? On and off?"

Kurt laughed at his new friend's words. "You aren't a creep. We're friends right? We should get to know one another. Crazily enough these things are included."

Blaine hummed acknowledgement.

"First there was the 'I'm too flirty' thing, which was absolute nonsense. Saying hi to a friend shouldn't be classified as flirting. Then I wasn't open enough – forgive me for being harassed against my will by an asshole. I wish I was more open but I was still going through things. Then things died down and my former tormentor and I sort of got on the same page so I decided I wanted to go back to McKinley and he lost it. He's way too possessive and I hate that." Blaine continued listening, fighting down the urge to find the Logan character and kick his ass. "So he broke up with me, we made up, and then I broke up with him, made up, now we're on another break." Kurt rolled over on his bed so that he was facing the ceiling again.

"You deserve better." Blaine stated clearly.

Kurt shrugged. Who would give him better? How many out and proud teenage guys were there in Ohio? "Tell me about your relationships now. It stays here; no running to the blogs I promise."

Blaine laughed. "Nothing to tell. I've never had a … never been in a relationship."

Kurt caught Blaine's slip up. Interesting. "You know by the way that Santana was draped all over you that could change for you in an instant."

They both laughed and Blaine shook his head, deciding he was going to say this once and for all and get it off his chest. "No. I don't want her. Or any other girl…"

"Oh? So…" Kurt didn't want to assume anything even though Blaine was practically spelling it out for him. But this was just wow…

"Yeah. You're the only other person that knows besides my family and David so if it gets out I'm coming for you." Blaine smirked, "I haven't even told my sister yet. I plan too but I'm a little nervous."

Kurt replied seriously. "I'd never drag you or anyone else out. But you should tell Rachel, she won't love you any less. … Is that why you've never been in a relationship though? Because you don't want people to know or because you haven't met anyone?"

"Oh I've met someone. He's just tied up with some Logan fellow."

Kurt blushed so hard he was sure Blaine could hear it on the phone.

The singer continued, "And it's just that I don't know if I'm prepared for the outcome. I'm not as strong as you to be honest."

"I ran." Kurt replied.

"You went back. And you're still there." Blaine told him.

Kurt nodded. But he knew Blaine was stronger than he realized. Handling fame at such a young age was something to brag about. "So is that the only thing keeping you from coming out? From being yourself?"

"Well my dad too. He doesn't want to see me get hurt either."

"So when can you be happy?" Kurt asked genuinely.

Blaine sighed, throwing his head back against the sofa. "I don't know Kurt. Being a performer makes me happy. My friends make me happy. My sister makes me happy. You make me happy-"

"We just met," Kurt cut in, "You'll probably hate me down the road when you realize I don't shut up about Marc Jacobs and Elizabeth Taylor."

"Doubt it." He said. "I met you a few nights ago and you want to know what I've thought about since then? This tour being over so I can stay in Lima for a while with my twin, supporting her and the glee club at Regionals, and you. That's pretty much it."

Kurt stayed quiet.

"I acknowledge the fact that you're involved in something with Fogan –"

"Logan." Kurt interrupted with a smile.

"Whatever," Kurt laughed, "but if you don't have it fixed by the time I get back from my tour he's going to have to say goodbye to you forever."

Kurt blushed some more. This was not real life. Blaine Anderson was on the phone with him telling him he had some sort of feelings for the boy? What the hell!

"And how do you expect that to work?" Kurt asked with a smile, "Fan girls will be all over you and I won't take it nicely."

Blaine laughed warmly, turning his body to lie down on the couch. "So you're the jealous type Mr. Hummel?"

"No," Kurt responded, "at least not on February 29th's." Blaine laughed again at his new friend before Kurt continued. "No but seriously. It's not going to be easy and I don't know how I feel about being in a relationship with someone far in the closet. Not being able to go out, limited to making out in the basement when my dad is at work. I understand why you haven't come out yet but it would still be hard."

Making out in basements? Is that what he's thinking about doing with me? Jackpot Blaine said to himself with a grin. But seriously, this boy had a point. And he just told him a while back that he was worth more – that he deserved more. Blaine really believed that. "You're right Kurt. You're absolutely right."

They were quiet for a while, not in awkward silence, but comfortable.

"Just tell Rogaine he better step up to the plate."

"It's Logan!" Kurt laughed into the phone.

"Yeah, whatever…" Blaine smiled. "I might have to call you a few times over my tour just to make you laugh, Kurt. I love it."

Kurt smiled. "I wouldn't mind it one bit."

….

"You look exhausted." Rachel frolicked over to her best friend who stood tiredly at his locker, shoveling through books looking for something or another.

"Thank you?" Kurt responded annoyed with her bluntness.

"What's wrong?" she asked, smiling at his aggravation. Rachel couldn't deny she loved seeing his bitchy side.

"I just stayed up all late last night, that's all."

"Doing what?"

"Minding my business…" Kurt closed his locker and began walking to his second period class.

"Well excuse me!" Rachel laughed as she linked arms with the taller boy.

Kurt rolled his eyes and started a new topic. "So he leaves today… are you okay?"

"I'll be fine until he comes back." Rachel replied somberly, "We plan on skyping and talking every day."

Kurt nodded.

"You made a good impression on him you know – wouldn't shut up about you." Rachel smiled shaking her head. It was so nice that the two thought so highly of each other.

Kurt smiled. The boy wasn't too bad himself. "Well what can I say? I'm a magnificent person."

Rachel scoffed, "Whatever, Mr. Humility. See you at glee?" she pecked him on the cheek.

"See you then."