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"Blaine Anderson?" he asked. I nodded. His grin widened further than I thought was humanly possible. "I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm your exchange student for the year." I opened my mouth but was at a loss for words. "Mr. Hummel how nice to finally meet you!" gushed Mr. Wilson. For once I was happy to have him there to butt in. "Thank you sir! I'm thrilled to be here. It's so peaceful and serene." said Kurt. "Mr. Anderson, have you lost your ability to form words?" snipped Mr. Wilson. "No sir. We should get moving. I'll help you with your luggage Kurt." "Thanks" Kurt said. We walked to the side of the bus were the director was giving out the luggage. "Porcelain, I've got you bags over here." I followed the boy over to tall blond lady. "Thanks Coach, I'll get them from here." "Have a nice time Porcelain. Don't let these country folk give you any problems okay? If they do call up old Sue here and I'll help you out." "Don't worry Coach I think I'll be okay. It'll nice to be away from everything for a while." responded Kurt. "Well this is my stuff" directed Kurt to the pile of five suite cases heaped on the pavement. My eyes widened how much stuff could one guy need. Sure Kurt's style was, eclectic, but really five large suite cases? I grabbed three of the five and motioned to Kurt to follow me. I kept a quick pace on the walk to the truck. "Hey slow down! I'm not as fast as you." Kurt shouted from a few yards back. I stopped. "Thanks." I nodded. I unlatched to tailgate to the pickup bed and slid the bags in and took the other from Kurt and did the same. "Thanks" he said again. I nodded again. We climbed into the truck cab and started on an awkward ride home.
"It's nice of you to let me stay with your family for a whole year." stated Kurt awkwardly. "No problem." "So how old are you?" he asked. "I'm 16. I'll be 17 in February. You?" "I'm 17 now but barley my Birthday was two weeks ago." "Nice." We sat in silence so a while before I resorted to the sound of the radio to fill the tense silence between us. I sang silently to myself. "I haven't seen you in ages. Something I find myself wonderin' where you are. For me you'll always be eighteen and beautiful and dancin' away with my heart." "I like that song." said Kurt. I grinned "Me too." Okay this wasn't such a bad start. Sure he was wearing combat boots with skinny jeans that looked like they would be small on Adi, but he had good taste in music. "Here we are." I said as we turned in to the drive that led to the barn." I'll help grab your luggage, but you may want to watch your step on the way out." I informed him. "Why is that?" "Because the horses have been in the barn all day." He looked shocked, "You actually have a horse?" "Not one, three of them." I added. "Wow. So this is a real farm? Do you like grow corn and hunt you own food?" he asked look bewildered. I chuckled. "Yes Kurt this is a real farm, we grow corn and hunt but not in the way your thinking. We have stores in town and we grow corn to sell it to people who don't grow corn, like people from New York and Washington. We aren't pioneers!" I explained. "Oh oops." Kurt blushed. "Its fine; common misconception." I shrugged. "Let's get inside my mom is going to go crazy over you." We walked up the path with bags in hand. I pushed the door open with my shoulder. "Ma we're home!" I shouted. "Hi sweetie, set those town we can put them away later! Hello there, you must be Kurt! How was the ride down here, not too long for ya?" mom rambled on. "Yes ma'am it was fine. You have beautiful home by the way, it such a nice garden out front." "You're so sweet. Come on in dinner is on the table." My mom gushed. We followed mom into the dining room to find enough food for a dozen people. "Wow ma, this look amazing. But, where's dad at?" I asked. "Oh sweetie I forgot to tell you. You father has a church meeting tonight about the mission trip for next year and won't be home till late." "That's fine, I actually think he said something to me about that last week." I recalled. "Well okay then, let's sit and eat before this gets cold." We took seats. "Blaine do you want to say grace since your father is out?" my mom requested. I nodded; I grabbed my mom's hand next to me and reached for Kurt's across the table. "Dear Lord, we thank you from the blessing you have given us and that everybody got here safely. We thank you for this food and we pray that you help those who have sinned. In God's name we pray, Amen." I opened my eyes and passed the plate of rolls to my mother, and shot a small smile to Kurt.
Author's Note: This chapter was a biggie! By the way….. Happy Birthday to Darren Criss! We are so proud of all you have done in your 26 years! From YouTube to Broadway! I'm still writing this evening but this was a good place to stop this chapter. Read and review please. Love you all! 3