A/N: Yay! Chapter two!
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Nothing more from my side... Only that in this chapter we're welcoming Kurt! Klainers, get ready for cheesiness and fluffiness ^^
Chapter Two - I've Finally Found You, My Missing Puzzle Piece
His conversation with Rachel had him thinking. He felt lonely, that was true, but he didn't exactly need somebody as desperately as Rachel meant. He just had to be a little more patient, or just accept the fact that he would never find someone like him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, holding his head against the wind that was blowing.
When he got into his tent, the last thing he expected was to find Canarino flying about. And yet, that was exactly what was happening. "Hi, Canarino! Not bored of my humble abode yet, are you?" Blaine asked, picking up his uniform from the chair. Forgetting about the bird momentarily, he sat on his bed, thinking about his conversation with Rachel.
He never, ever courted girls, that was for sure. Everyone thought he was just very shy, very self-conscious, but Blaine was hiding a secret. Maybe the secret was that he didn't really like girls in that way, per se. For example, he remembered a time when every boy in the company swooned over Quinn - when she had first come to the company- but instead, he felt a light-headed every time Finn was talking to him. Now that he thought about it, he just laughed. Finn was a great guy, but...
We was never much of a religious person - circus life doesn't allow you to be one, anyway. No one he knew was, except for Quinn, who was always carrying a gold cross with her. Rachel and the Puckermans, he knew they were Jewish, but not anything more. Still, he knew how society viewed homosexual people - oh, he knew that very well, alright. He remembered when he had read in the newspaper once that a man, who had publicly admitted he was homosexual had spent thirty years in prison. After that time, the jury found him "guilty" for murder as well, so he was executed and made example of. He was thirteen then. This had shook him more than anything in his life. So he never told a soul, and began to believe he never would.
In truth, Blaine was afraid. Not of justice, and certainly not of death. No, he was afraid that his loved ones would recoil from him, that his friends would think of him as a beast, that his family would shun him. He was afraid of being rejected from the people he treasured most in his life. So he shut his real self into his closet, and wore a mask every day.
Tears had started forming in his eyes. He quickly dried them, stood up and started tidying.
The week passed quickly in the excitement of the arrival of their guests. The next Monday, when Finn stepped on his stilts to have a clearer view of their surroundings and shouted, "I see three wagons coming towards the camp!" and then fell face-first onto the grass, Blaine felt his stomach tying up in a really complicated knot, not knowing why. Maybe it was because of the fact that he would, finally, meet new people. Maybe.
The knot tied even tighter when a tall blonde descended from one the wagons. She was dressed in pants and coat, unlike any woman he had ever seen. But that's not what put him in unease. Her face was fixed, as it seemed, in a grimace of total distaste, and he felt like a gnome when she looked down on him. "Hey, short gnome, go tell Schuester I'm here" she shouted in his face, making him jump. He run like his pants were on fire towards Will's tent, gasping for air while telling him, "A crazy woman is here, she demands to see you. She probably is Miss Sylvester." Will sighed, exasperated, and got out of the tent. "Come with me, Blaine." he said, and Blaine followed suit. When they got back to the trailers, Sue Sylvester wasn't alone any more. At least twenty girls, clad in red-and-white skin-tight short dresses, were surrounding her.
Blaine stood still, scared of the mass in front of him. Sue and Will had started talking, ignoring everyone else, so the girls' eyes were fixed on Blaine. He tried to hide his shock with a dapper-looking smile, which made the girls giggle. A beautiful Latino girl stepped front and stretched her arm towards Blaine. "I'm Santana Lopez, and you look really, really good in that suit" she commented, smirking in a way that made Blaine feel like he was a piece of meat and she was a hungry lioness."Um, thank you, and nice to meet you, Miss Lopez. My name is Blaine Anderson, and I hope you will enjoy the stay" he said, bowing down to kiss her hand. Her smirk got even bigger. "Oh, I'm sure I will, as long as my tent is close to yours" she purred, winking at him. Blaine coughed awkwardly.
"Santana, leave the poor boy alone - he's gotten even whiter than he was!" a curvy, ebony girl whispered to Santana. "I'm Mercedes Jones, Blaine, and I apologize for the lack of filter between Santana's brain and mouth." Blaine smiled thankfully at her and then turned his attention to the rest of the girls.
"Welcome, each and everyone, to the "New Directions" circus!" he shouted, comically waving his arms about. The girls giggled once more, while Santana rolled her eyes, a real smile on her lips. "I sincerely hope you will all enjoy your stay with us, and I want you to know that for anything you might need - within reason, of course" he added, winking to Santana, who raised her brows, amused, "you can call for me. I trust everyone is present, miss Jones?" he asked Mercedes.
She shook her head. "Only Kurt is missing. He's probably still fixing his hair; I swear, this boy takes his appearance way too seriously..." she commented. As if summoned by the sound of his name, a young man stepped outside the last trailer. Blaine felt his heart drop to his stomach; the boy was angelic.
His hair, in the color of caramel, were carefully styled away from his face, for which Blaine was grateful for; his face was the definition of perfection. Before he could swoon any longer, the boy was in front of him, an amused smile tugging on his soft-looking, full lips.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" he asked, his voice sweeter than all the music in the world.
"No, no, of course not," Blaine hastily answered. "I'm sorry, sir, I must have zoned out" he covered his startle with a laugh. "I'm Blaine Anderson, most delighted to meet you, mister...?"
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel" the boy answered, taking Blaine's hand and shaking it.
"Mister Hummel" Blaine repeated, shaking his hand back. Kurt's hand was fitting so well in his. Like a missing puzzle piece he'd finally found...
"Just call me Kurt", he said, his smile getting even bigger. His smile was infectious, and Blaine found himself smiling once more. He could feel something good coming. And a little voice inside his head told him that maybe the reason was the beautiful boy before him. And by maybe, it probably meant definitely.