Well welcome and I am so happy you're here and have taken time to read through my little project here. With this story, I'm not sure how long it'll be, probably not too long, and where it'll go but I hope to wrap the whole thing up this weekend before returning back to school and such next week.

So here's the deal~I am a follower of God and proud of it. I'm speaking through Blaine with his relationship with God, because that what mine looks and feels like to me. I am a LGBTQ (and anything else I've forgotten, I'm sorry if I have) supporter and proud of it. I believe that God make us to be exactly who we are and that we should embrace it. I believe we should all love who we love and have our own 'happy endings'-as cliche as that sounds, it's what I think we all deserve, right?

Plus, if you don't believe me yet, this fall will be the 4th year that my church group participates in the Los Angeles AIDS Walk.

So not that we've gotten that out of the way, enjoy.

Kurt Hummel was on the verge of a panic attack, or something close to that, one evening while he was at his favorite ice cream shop, Quinn's Ice Cream & Sweets. He had just about been through hell and back today and everything around him was either freaking him out, giving him a headache, or was just down right annoying to him.

"Hello, excuse me, mister? Do you know what you'd like to order?" A soft, friendly and gentle voice abruptly knocked Kurt out of his thoughts as a very, no extremely handsome young man in the shop's uniform looked into his eyes.

He was clad in clean, black and white converse high tops, light baby blue pants that stopped where the converse began, a pair of light blue suspenders mostly hidden behind a white apron, a brighter, blue bowtie rested atop a clean, crisp white shirt was neatly tucked into the pants, and to top it all off, a white 50s style ice cream parlor hat rested on top of his dark, curly, mesmerizing hair.

"Mister…? Can I get you anything?" he repeated, Kurt looked up quickly again and wasn't sure what to say. This ice cream shop wasn't a place where he would come regularly and order some ridiculously high calorie treat and mingle with others. He would sit against the benched wall and observe-not in a creepy way of course-but just taking in the excited toddlers and the cute elderly and anyone else in between. He would sit and remember the fond memories he had with his parents here-no matter what age he was. He didn't quite care for the double chocolate ice cream, the chalk board that was always being drawn on by just about everyone who walked into the sop and erased after every work day at closing.

His mom would bring him here if he was ever having a bad day-they would sit, eat and chat his worries away. When he was upset, he would order the red velvet cupcake with gummy worms. When he was really sad, still maybe crying, he would order the double-double Snickers cupcake and split it with his mom. Sometimes he would come here with his dad and they would get a large bag of their favorite candies and eat it together.

But that was now no more because Kurt's parents were both instantly killed in a car accident today. And Kurt was completely alone.

"Hello?" The man behind the counter asked again in a more stern voice, getting a little annoyed that Kurt wouldn't answer his simple question and spacing out after every time he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um, would it be alright if I just sit in here for a while?" Kurt choked out in a weak voice as he eyed the boy behind the counter's nametag that read Blaine in cute cursive writing. "Blaine."

"Well I get off of my shift in a few minutes, so I don't see why not. But when the next guy comes to take his shift, well, he'll probably ask you to leave, sir." Blaine said, setting down his ice cream scooper for Kurt won't be ordering anything this evening. He sat on the white bench, built into the wall, across the way from where Blaine stood. Kurt pulled his knees to his face, played with the dainty, simple, silver band that hugged his right ring finger tightly, and sat there silently.

There oddly weren't many people in the quaint shop. It was dinnertime and the sun was setting. Two young women walked in giggling and holding hands, walked into the shop, immediately pointing at the colorful treats on display and were out of the shop within five minutes with a small bag in hand.

Kurt wanted something like that so badly. He wanted someone to hold his hand in public, buy things for each other, comfort him when he was upset, and vice versa of course. He wanted to be cared for because so many people have passed in and out of Kurt's life, only leaving damage behind. Kurt needed someone to love him for his true self and not care about anything else but making him feel good about himself and everything in the world. He yearned to be adored for and feel wanted and worthy of anything. Anything at all. But this wasn't a reality because firstly, Kurt was gay, and secondly, no one even bothered with Kurt, he was alone and no one even bothered giving him a try.

Kurt noticed the murals on the walls above and around him. He remembered looking at those same murals when he was in kindergarten and last Thursday. They never seemed to change. The murals consisted of a famous building, bridge, or landmark in famous cities around the world. San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge, London and Big Ben, Pisa and The Leaning Tower of Pisa, ect.

Blaine untied his apron after serving a few more customers, took off his hat and placed them under the counter. Another man stepped in and took his place; he had an Irish accent that made Kurt smile just a little. 'Why am I stuck with this dumb American accent when everyone else sounds so much cooler?' He thought to himself.

"Ok, well thank you for letting me stay and mope. It's just been…" Kurt trailed off as Blaine sat in a chair next to him, thinking back to another memory when he and his mother would come here after his best friend moved away almost nine years ago.

"One of those days that keeps getting worse and worse and you just want to crawl under a rock and hide forever. I know those days all too well, believe me." Blaine said with a sad look in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

"You know, I've seen you around here often, what's your name?" Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and Kurt had never seen more beautiful eyes before. His eyes were green, no! Brown, no! Gold? Were those eyes actually gold? Holy cow, these eyes were like perfectly cut gemstones, polished, bright, and breathtakingly pretty.

"Kurt Hummel, senior at McKinely. And you're Blaine-something-or–other, the ice cream man."

"Anderson, I just graduated from Dalton Academy last year." Blaine chuckled a little and reached his hand out to Kurt and shook it, officially meeting each other.

"Oh, a rich, Dalton boy, I see. Shouldn't you be studying it up at Yale or Harvard? Preparing for the CEO job at AT&T or Costco something?"

Blaine laughed, "Well I obviously work here, I also work at the music store down the street and I mow lawns and babysit every so often for neighbors, when needed. I go to the university about three miles from here." Kurt nodded, not wanting to go in depth with his own life story.

"Hey, because you've had a horrible day, would you want to get coffee with me right now, my treat?" Blaine winked at Kurt and pulled out his wallet, checking to see if he had enough for the two of them, not knowing what Kurt's drink would cost.

"Well, I don't know…" Kurt trailed off, wondering if he should go have coffee with some ice cream man.

"Come on, what's wrong? Did your boyfriend break up with you or something?"

"How did you-"

"Maybe I could be your next one then, if you're single that is."

"Yes, I am, actually." Kurt was a little suspicious when Blaine smiled a little. "And give me one reason why I should go get coffee with you. You could kidnap me and force me to bomb the White House or something."

"Oh, National Treasure fan, are we?"

"Maybe…"

"I am too, don't worry." Blaine said with a small chuckle that made Kurt feel a small twinge of hope inside of him. "Well you'll just have to trust me on this, then." Blaine stood up from his chair and offered his hand to help Kurt up from the bench he was seated. Kurt felt like he was watching Aladdin where Aladdin was repeatedly asking Jasmine if she trusted him; which of course she would, that kid had a monkey for a friend, a magic lamp that held a genie, and a magic carpet for crying out loud! With a little hesitation, Kurt took it and left his sad memories of that shop behind, at least for the time being.

They walked a block down or so down and around the corner to The Lima Bean. They ordered their coffee drinks and settled down in a cozy little booth, far from other people and their annoying conversations.

Kurt wasn't sure about this whole thing. Although he had never seen this man before in his life, somehow he knew him, which was so mysterious to Kurt, no one seemed to remember him, and he was always forgotten, all his life. He had never really been a social butterfly like this Blaine kid seems to be, either that or acutely flirtatious. Kurt wasn't that great at opening up to people, especially strangers, but then again, who was?

But here he was, sitting in a cozy, quiet coffee shop, with this gorgeous stranger across from him, looking into his eyes with curiosity, looking for any sign of something to start a conversation about or try to figure out what was going on with him. 'What do you want from me?' Kurt thought to himself while he dropped their brief gaze and took another sip of his coffee.

Kurt needed to know why Blaine even bothered with him because the curiosity was killing him. "What do you want from me, Blaine Anderson?" Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest again, resting his shins against the table's edge.

"Oh, uh-you just, you look like a sad, lost kitten and I can't help but want to help you."

"But why bother with me?" He stated blankly, playing with the ring on his finger absentmindedly.

"I don't even know, Kurt. I just want to make sure you're ok before I leave you."

"Why?"

"There's something about you that makes me want to get to know you, learn about you and help you with, well, whatever's going on in your life that is making you so sad. And I hate to see someone so lovely look so sad and broken. That's what breaks my heart."

Wow. Kurt had never heard anything like that come from anyone in his entire life. "What? Blaine, why are you even wasting your time with me? I'm sure I'm the last person you want to deal with right now."

"Kurt, stop, please. I'm here with you right now because, well, it's what I've been taught in church and what God is telling me to do-to care for and reach out to others who are in need of help. Whether it be hold a door open, buy some coffee, make them smile or feel happy or comfort and talk them through their troubles."

"What?" Kurt said loudly without thinking. "I thought you said you were-"

"Gay? Yes, I am, and proud of it because I believe that that is just how God made me. I bet your next question is 'how can I be gay and also go to church and love God'." Kurt nodded. "Well, firstly, I believe in Him. That Jesus is his son, he came to this planet to die for our sins, and if we believe in him, we will go to heaven, have eternal life, and that everything in the Bible is true. If you don't-that's ok, I understand. But I surround myself with people that respect me and support me in my faith, school, ect. I believe God made us exactly how we're supposed to be and that He loves us, and everyone on this planet, whether they know him or not."

Kurt was completely flabbergasted and shocked by everything that had come out of Blaine's mouth. How was he supposed to take this in? Kurt had never met anyone who was gay and went to church. Who does that? Well, apparently this kid does. But that just doesn't make sense, right?

"But aren't Christians insane hypocrites or something? And wait a minute, doesn't God hate gays or something?" Kurt asked after a moment or so of silence.

"We're not supposed to be. Sadly, there are hypocrites, I guess there are in every church or whatever, but I try not to be. I take the teaching we have and work them into every day by praying, talking to God, reaching out to others, such as yourself. And, there is nothing said in the bible about gays, negative or positive."

"So you're only bothering with me just to please some God?" Kurt was starting to gain that empty feeling in his stomach that had been there since this morning when he woke up to becoming an orphan. Emptiness. Abandonment. Loneliness.

"No! I only started talking with you because I wanted to help you. I still don't even know what's wrong, but I want to let you know, even though we're still strangers, I guess, that whatever you're going through, I want to help. And if you don't want me around, just say the word, I'll leave you alone."

"Well, I certainly didn't expect this today."

"I'm sorry. I must be coming off as pushy and arrogant, right?" Blaine looked at the ring on Kurt's finger and paused, wondering what if it meant anything to Kurt. "Be honest."

"I don't know. I tried the whole church thing before, and it's just not me, not who I am. I'm glad you've clearly seemed to like it, but it's not me, sorry." Kurt took the last sip of his coffee and set the empty cup aside, looking down at his hands.

"Ok, that's fine. But if you're willing to give it just one more shot, I go to a great church and we'd be so excited to have you. I can get you a bible, we have all kinds of services throughout the week, Wednesday nights, Saturday nights, Sunday mornings." Blaine kept going on and on and it all blurred over Kurt. He was suddenly very overwhelmed by all the information Blaine was bombarding him with. Did he ever pause and take a breath? He just kept talking and talking and Kurt could barely catch any full sentences that were rapidly flying from Blaine's mouth.

What would Kurt's parents think of this situation? His dad would probably say something along the lines of 'What did I tell you about talking to strangers?' 'You don't even know this boy!' 'Don't take anything from him, don't go anywhere with him, don't let him buy you anything!' Kurt looked around the coffee shop and the lukewarm drink in his hand, starting to panic a little inside again. Were they really talking to him? Was this all his imagination?

His mom's voice suddenly popped into his head too 'Kurt? Kurt? Who is this boy?' 'I think going to church with him would be a great idea.' 'You never know what you'll learn there.' 'Find some friends, we aren't your whole lives anymore.' That last sentence echoed through Kurt's mind with the others at an insanely high volume, his emotions were running high from everything that had happened today, and Kurt ready to explode.

"I can introduce you to my friends, the main pastor, everyone. I can even help set you up to volunteer with the pre-schoolers there. Oh, Kurt, I can't wait to take you th-"

"Stop!" Kurt yelled out, causing the entire coffee shop to stare at the two men seated at a booth in the back of the room, but Kurt' didn't care, especially not today. "Stop, please for heavens sake, stop." Kurt said in a much more hushed tone, almost a whisper.

"I'm sorry, I-I-"

"Do you even want to know what I've been through today, Blaine? My parents were killed by a drunk driver last night and never made it home. I'm an orphan now, no siblings, no relatives that want to take me in, nobody. Even if I did, I highly doubt anyone would want to take care of me. Then, I run into you and all I get is a stranger lecturing me about pushing me to go to some church, worship some guy that doesn't even exist, and all you care about is that 'I should go. Not all of us Christians are hypocrites, especially me.' Newsflash-you're too selfish to even let me talk. Isn't that why we're here, you wanted to help me? Well if you let me talk for five seconds, maybe that's what would be happening right now. This is why I knew you didn't want to bother with me; you're more like some twisted, religious salesman. Sorry Blaine, thanks for the coffee and all, but I sure as hell don't need this today, from you of all people." Kurt stormed out of the coffee shop leaving behind a shocked Blaine.

Blaine feet somehow seemed stuck and he really should have run after Kurt and apologize, but he didn't. He remained seated, looking out the door as he disappeared. 'Way to go, idiot.' Blaine thought to himself, turning his head back to his cup, taking another sip. His eyes traveled across the table where Kurt sat a minute ago and found a small, silver ring on the table. 'Oh no, Kurt's ring!' Blaine thought as he picked up the ring and ran to the door of the shop. "Kurt! Kurt!" No answer. Blaine looked around the small parking lot and didn't see him. He ran back to Quinn's and Kurt wasn't there either. 'Oh well, have a nice life, kid.' Blaine thought as he dug his car keys out from his pocket and drove him to his apartment.

"God," Blaine began praying as he drove. He did this often whenever he needed to. He would turn the radio down and freely and openly speak his mind and talk to God. It brought him peace, comfort and he knew that He was listening to Blaine's every word. "Please be with Kurt Hummel. Bring his peace, comfort, and strength during this rough patch of his. Help him to find supporting people that will get him through this. If you bring us together again, help me to speak your word and guide him to you if that is what you want me to do. Hopefully I can at least get this ring back to him. Thank you for opening my eyes and reminding me that others have it so much worse that I do. Amen."