Author's Note: Hey everybody! One thing I forgot to mention was that the italicized words are Blaine sing. But I imagine you all figured that out! The town Ste. Marie is a real town and so is Newton! I'm from central Illinois and my dad's parents are from Ste. Marie and Newton and I spent a lot of my childhood there.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee if I did it would be the Klaine show! Also I don't own the songs in this story. The first song is My Wish by Rascal Flatts.

So let me tell you about the exciting story of my life. Let's start with the basics shall we? My name in Blaine Samuel Anderson and I am 16 years old. I live in Ste. Marie, Illinois; town with about 300 people if you could even call that a town of course. I go to high school at Newton High School which is about fifteen miles away from my house. I play baseball and football, and sing in our glee club. I live on a farm with my mom and dad and my brother, Cooper, is at college in Ohio. My dad is a preacher at the church in town. I'm a sophomore and I think that's it. Oh! One more little thing I forgot to mention, I'm gay. But I'm the only one who knows.

"Okay class let's get this going!" said Mr. Wilson. I sat in the back of English class half-way listening to Mr. Wilson talk about the exchange program that our English class was doing. Some kids from Chicago are going to live with one of us for a whole year. "Blaine Anderson!" I jolted up. "Yes sir?" "Just letting you know you will be hosting a student from Chicago. Sorry to interrupt your day dreams!" quipped Mr. Wilson. I groaned. That was the last thing I needed, some city kid to show around for a year. I slammed my book shut and grabbed my backpack as the last bell of the day rang signaling the weekend and the soon arrival of the city kids.

I strode into the little locker room to get ready for baseball practice. "Sup Anderson!" "Hey Clayton." Clayton Johnson was my best friend; we lived down the road from each other since his family moved here in the 3rd grade. Clayton was tall, blonde; blue eyed, and the most popular guy in school. Then there was me, the sidekick, the short, curly haired, preachers son. "I heard you have to house a city kid for a whole year. That sucks man!" "I know. I just hope he isn't crazy or something" I said. I slipped on my cleats and walked out to the field with Clay. "Dude, what if he's like Goth or something? Like has piercings and only wears black? How creepy would that be?" said Clay. "Then I guess it will be a long year" I shrugged. "I'll talk to you after practice B." I nodded.

I slammed my locker door shut and rested my head against the cool metal. Baseball was getting hard to deal with. Coach was pushing us to our limits and pushing us to the edge of passing out in the middle of the field. I grabbed my back pack and key and walked to the student lot .I tossed my pack in the passenger seat and rode off as I fiddled with the radio. "My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to. Your dreams stay big your worries stay small and you never need to carry more than you can hold, and while you're out there getting where your getting to I hope you know somebody loves you and wants the same things too. Yeah, this, is my wish" I turned down to gravel drive way and pulled into the barn. I grabbed my pack from the seat and ran up the path to the house. I grabbed a bottle of water, said hey to mom and darted up the stairs. I shut the door and flopped on my bed. I grabbed my phone and headed into my bathroom and shut the door. I turned on the shower and cranked up my music. I let the warm water wash away the stress of the day and let my thoughts be washed away by the music. "Blaine, Blaine! Get out of the shower! Dinners' ready!" my dad banged on the door. I shut off the water and shut off my phone. I opened the door as I wrapped a towel around my waist. I shut my door and grabbed some jeans and an old baseball shirt. my parents were waiting for me at the table when I got down stairs