A/N: Ownership: I don't own Glee copyrights. I have tonnes of dvd's, cd's, paraphernalia which includes my Intellectual Property of Imagination.

I'm Australian, this has all great inspiration from our lovely island. This chapter started as inspiration of the Dubbo Zoo, suggested by my Alice, but turned in to what it has become, a love of the Great Dividing Ranges, in particular around Orbost and the mountainous hills that were used {or so I believe} for shooting The Man From Snowy River. This is a story of fiction, at places that are not.

I Want this to be an independent story, for the moment I'm going to publish here under our great love of Glee. However, as my baby, please substitute the following, and change to the cast mentioned.

Kurt - Scott, played by a very young Richard Gere. Every story needs some original characters, *Gary - ?
Tina - Claire, played by Scarlett Johansen. ~ Blaine - Paul, played by Andy Garcia.
*Harley - played by Ashton Kutcher. *Charlie - played by a very young Kevin Kline. ~ Rachel - Charlotte, played by Makyla Smith.
Sebastian - Jaxon, played by Fabrizio Filippo. ~ *Isabelle – played by Rachelle Lefevre.

~ Read, enjoy ~ I'd really love your opinion in a review, is this good or interesting or …. ~

A huge THANK YOU to Marla's Lost. Your words are really helpful and drive me further, in my ambitions. Mwah {drippy love heart}

Also a really big thank you, to someone who asked to translate my stories in to Italian. What a compliment. Mwah to you too. {dlh}

~ Travelling the White Line ~

Chapter Eleven.

This is how Kurt came to be on his own, travelling as we see him.

Experience.

Kurt packs his things, quietly. When they fell asleep, he let his boyfriend think that he wouldn't leave so easily. He let him think he'd fight to stay.

As they made out, gently, furiously, aggressively, as they kissed and grabbed, Kurt fought with himself. He was saying I love you, he was saying goodbye.

He gave all of himself in those moments of passion. Those moments that always took him to a higher level of being, a higher level of existing, the height of orgasmic heaven.

And as they peaked, piqued to the atmosphere of being there, he recognized the absolute moment when his emotional dependence broke. The moment his world broke, intertwined bondage of necessity, that was the exact moment his heart fractured, crisp and sweet and cleanly.

His heart shattered and sprung back to a new shape, with new scars to blend with hurts of old. Their arms were held tight, wrapped around the other, Kurt pushes himself up, pushes his boyfriend back hard in to the mattress.

He glares in to the pupils, pushes through and in to his mind. Stares without blinking, deep in to the others being, together their breaths hurried and calming down, until control resumes once more. Kurt's forehead full of dripping perspiration and leans hard against the other's, making them need to close their eyes.

Kurt feels his boyfriend try to rise and kiss him, try to rise and show that he doesn't have to leave anymore.

He pushes him down, pushes himself back up, and pushes himself off his boyfriend, and off the bed. Kurt stands still, resolved of decisions, the air thick with arguments of consideration.

"Are you coming back to bed?" His boyfriend asks. Kurt sighs, turns half way around, "Sure, I'll just wash and come back." Easy enough to say, but when he gets to the bathroom, and sees himself in the mirror, he doesn't want to return.

Eventually hopping back in bed, his boyfriend wraps his arms around and pulls him closer. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it at all." Spooning him and holding on for dear life. "Forget anything was mentioned." Kurt drags him closer, as close as possible.

"I've already forgotten it all," he lies, "I have no intention of letting any of that happen. Now …." Flipping around and nuzzling in to his neck, "One more kiss and then we sleep."

His boyfriend holds Kurt's head forcefully, with a hand on either side, and again kisses him passionately. Nibbles of either lip and together, soft and sweet expressions of I love you.

Once more Kurt pulls and pushes away, turns over and holds him dearly. He senses his boyfriend drifting to sleep while his own eyes are wide awake, wondering how best to execute the worst thing he's ever thought of, to himself and to his boyfriend.

Breaking up will be crucial, if they are to grow, if he, is ever to grow.

The ice crystals on the blades of grass glisten from the bright early morning sun, these sun-rays find Kurt walking away from the house, behind him the street's stray cat tries to sneak in through the threatening closing door, a slipper heel rests on the ground and it's attached foot lifts up to prevent said cat walking in. The cat looks up and meows, the owner of the foot, who had said goodbye to Kurt and watched him walk out the door, he looks downward and meows back. "Come on in then." And he opens the door wider, for a new lodger.

The owner, lover, ex-boyfriend sits at the kitchen bench and reads the note left by Kurt.

Dearest you, How do I reassure my lover? How do I make your heart feel at rest and not worry? How do I hold you lovingly and secure? How is it possible to control my passions for you? It isn't, not really, I can't do this any more, this living as I am. So I'm setting you free, I'm setting me free. May be one day we'll meet again, may be one day you'll forgive me. I've attended to all the financial needs required, and you can have everything that I've left behind. If there is anything at all that you don't want, then just send it c.o.d. to my dad. I'll always have fond memories of you, of us, in my heart. But for now, I have to go. I won't say I love you and goodbye. I'll just say see you later.
~ Kurt.

Balance.

Kurt's hand hovers between choices in the dairy case. He knows what he wants, but the couple, to his right, are arguing and interrupting his thoughts. Eventually he picks up a bottle of cream, turns it and pretends to read the label. His eyes flip between the bottle in his hand and looking sideways at the couple.

The guy is behind her, has his arms wrapped around, appearing to cuddle, he whispers gruff words in her ears, she bristles with annoyance and tries to push him off. He nibbles at her neck and Kurt can see a determination in his eyes, something Kurt's been missing from someone he misses.

The guy catches Kurt looking. Kurt blushes red and turns back to the dairy case.

He puts the cream in his basket and walks down the left of the display. About to pick up some salami, he sees the guys reflection in the wall mirror. The guy is watching Kurt intently.

After quickly following the line of reflection, Kurt turns around to the right and walks straight in to the guy, who's let his girl walk away. "Something take your interest?" Green eyes bore down in to Kurt's.

"Um! No." He can't help but notice those eyes are so familiar, but the guy is definitely not someone he knows. {same eyes that clearly have her as part of his items of possession.}

Kurt goes to walk around the guy, seeing as he doesn't move out of the way, "Excuse me?" The guy purposely steps in front and puts a hand on Kurt's basket.

Not being one to back down from any given problem, Kurt stands up straighter and pulls his basket back. "What is your problem?"

"No problem, I noticed the way you were watching us, and I think you're the one with the problem."

"Excuse me?" Annoyed with how high pitched he sounds, Kurt asked the same two words expecting a different outcome. "I wasn't the one hassling my girlfriend, or whatever she is, in public and trying to smooch her up…" Walking forward at the guy, who's looking around at whoever may be within hearing distance, and also not expecting this commotion. "If you are going to do things in public you had better expect other people will watch and hear."

The guy bumps backward in to the dairy display and falls back in to it, squashing packets of cheese and other items. "And I'd appreciate you NOT putting your hand on my shopping basket, or anything else of mine." His voice quite loud, and having made the necessary stance at the guy, Kurt stops as the guy puts his hand up in defence.

The guy has a mixture of worry on his forehead and a smile developing, as Kurt turns to storm off. Quietly, the guy says out loud, "F…ng prima donna!"

Kurt looks back at the guy, not so tall and bullying now. Also thankful no one else but a smallish male storeman has appeared. Kurt leaves the storeman to assist the guy, his last sight is of the storeman offering his hand to pull the guy out of the display case.

Checking down his shopping list, Kurt hurries through the aisles for his remaining needs. He gets to the checkout, and stands behind a familiar woman. She's next to the counter, he looks around at all the other shoppers, also looking for 'the guy'. More shoppers are coming in as workers have left their shift and children have left their school day.

Groceries bought, he nearly has all the supplies required for his weekend retreat at the High Country Wild Horses and Animal Shelter. Placing the groceries in the boot of his sports car, his mobile phone rings so he sits on the edge, his feet on the trolley and takes the call.

"Rachel hi, how are you? What's up?" She tells him of her latest upset, her studies, how she misses him so much. She mentions Blaine, seeing as he's at the same school as her, she talks as if Blaine is just another someone that they've known. Her main reason for phoning gets lost, it turns out not to be as important as letting the one you love and miss, know how much you love and miss them. Kurt listens with sincerity, he lets the trolley attendant keep the deposit and take the trolley away. He feels a weight shift within his car and thought he felt a door close, "Hang on Rache, I just need to check something." Looking around his car, he sees nothing untoward, others are walking to and from their vehicles.

A little girl in the car beside him taps on her window, he looks to the young girl and she points to his car. Putting his boot down he looks where she is pointing but sees nothing out of place. Dark seats and flooring show nothing, he opens the door and hops in. "Yes, well that's all wonderful." He continues the conversation with Rachel. "Actually I won't be back for a few more months yet. I'm off for a camp this weekend. Ooh Rachel, it's going to be so exciting. I'll be learning lots about horses and how to ride them."

At this point he gets very excited, "Rachel, you remember that movie we saw, The Man From Snowy River? The one with the horse that takes the rider straight down the mountainside?" He listens to her account and can practically see her enjoyment of admiring a certain actor, Tom Burlinson, in all his Australian gorgeousness, just like Brody.

"Anyway, Rachel listen. I'm going to be camping in that sort of countryside and I'll pretty much be living that sort of life, these next few days." His eyes catch in the rear view mirror and he turns to look behind him, thinking he heard something inside his car. There's nothing to see, and the odd smell he thinks is from the heavy weather Drizabone coat on his back seat. "I just know I'm going to be sore next week…."

Forehead on the steering wheel, he listens a bit more and then she has to go, "Yes, I'll speak more with you later. Did you get the photos I sent over the internet?" She did, they were wonderful, she wishes she were with him too. "Okay, I love you too. bye Rachel."

He looks at the phone and watches her profile fade, he taps the screen to see it one more time. Phone placed on silent and put in it's holder, seat belt on and he checks to leave the parking bay. Ignition on and he sinks back in to his leather upholstered seat. Soaking up the atmosphere and listening to the engine purr and the exhaust rumble. It's a beautiful car he has, totally unsuitable for the high country, but he'll discover that in good time.

For the moment, he's still a city tourist, standing out like a sore thumb. Soon enough, well in a few hours time, he'll be transformed in to a wide eyed, mud covered tourist.

Tonight he'll be enjoying a billy tea, sitting around a camp fire with other fun life seekers. He'll have met his horse, a brumby, the one he'll be depending his life on as they trust one another for the weekend.

In the morning, they'll all wake up early to a frosty, foggy morning. The horses covered with their blankets, in their stables for protection. Kurt will enjoy a hot shower while someone prepares him a breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, more billy tea, porridge with sultanas and milk. He'll be full of food, they'll all be slightly over stuffed, but come morning tea time, they'll be ravenously hungry again.

Learning the body language of his horse is something Kurt is going to totally enjoy, and totally not enjoy. The animal's coat is rather smelly in it's own unique way, but the feel of it's muscles under his hands, under his direction, compensates for it's odour. The trust they develop from his confident rubbing, smacking and brushing of the animal's coat and body increases his love of the beast and a primal rumble of his libido makes an unusually timed appearance.

After the animal is handled, after their breakfast, they pack up their tents and make them into swags to tie on the back end of the horses saddle. The animals have had their feed, and the excitement of all participants discussing subjects that are now common, photos being taken and clicks to the sky as 'net files are shared, with all this happening Kurt thanks whoever it be for having taken and not wasted this opportunity.

"Is this all that you expected?" Gary, Kurt's therapist, asks.

"Yes it really is, and much more too." Standing with his back against a fence, one foot resting behind him, arms up and resting back against the fence as well. Sometimes Kurt thinks Gary's going soft on him, but he's a trusted therapist and good family friend, so he tells himself that without that professional boundary, Kurt himself might have hit on Gary.

Tucking himself in, pulling his belt and buckle in tighter, Gary looks up and sees the way Kurt is watching him. Gary blushes a light pink and clears his throat. Kurt smiles and blows a sigh of delight out. "Right, well, best join the others then." Kurt steps off and walks away.

"Shit!" Gary says quietly to himself. A little Blaine chewing away at his brain, "Gary, you owe me! You have to convince him that he still wants to be with me." "Blaine, that's totally wrong for me to do that, that's not what owing you is about." Blaine stood up from the café table, took a solid look at Gary, straight in to his eyes, "Yes, it is. Well, it is now."

And with that ultimatum and threat from why Gary owed Blaine, Gary began to grow. His growth was personal, professional, and whip cracking loud. His friendship with Blaine was beginning to fracture, his 'job' was now laced with a poisonous atmosphere, the rise of a foul taste sat at the back of his throat.

Gary considered different angles of why he'd suggested this retreat for Kurt. He didn't have to ask twice. Gary knew what he was giving up, giving what he wants. And what he really wanted, was for Kurt to leave.

Extra lovin' dedication: To MaFamily and MaHunny, I know I'm trying and we all lurv one another. And I'm really glad God bought us all together. Big MWAH and drippiest of love hearts.