Blaine was perched at the top of the hill. Kurt ran up to him. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Kurt said.
"I never thought I'd come up here again," Blaine said, staring off into space. Before them, on the other side of the hill, was a small house. "That was my play house. As I grew older, I just went there to think. I'd confide all my secrets in there, just to myself really. No one could hear me out here. And that's where I came out to my father. He came over here one day and heard me talking. I haven't been here since that day," Blaine said. Kurt just nodded. The sound of an engine roared and pollution filled the air. Kurt and Blaine could only watch as a bulldozer flattened the little house.
"Why do you want to flatten it?" Kurt asked.
"My dad wanted to do it. He said I'm too old for my old play house," Blaine said. He still hadn't made eye contact with Kurt.
"Did you want it to be torn down?" Kurt asked.
"No. I always thought I might need it again," Blaine said with a sigh.
"You said you haven't been up here in years. Do you really need it that badly?" Kurt asked. He immediately regretted his words because Blaine was silent for a while.
Before Kurt could speak, Blaine said, "I guess not. I have you now to tell all my secrets to." Kurt's eyes welled up.
"Yes. Yes you do," Kurt said, intertwining his fingers with Blaine's. They both laid down on the edge of the hill and watched the sunset and then the stars sparkle in the sky.