Author's Note: Okay so things are starting to get to the real body of the story now. What do you think you Blaine's mom? Don't you love Kurt stereotypes of the country; you have to be from the country to get that joke. Hahah. Well here is chapter 5. Hope you all have a super-duper day. This chapter is the longest one yet, 1,713 words! Until next time enjoy, read, and review! Love yall 3
"So Kurt; where did you go to school in Chicago?" asked my mom. "I went to McKinley High School. It's a smaller school, but a good one." "That sounds nice to have something like that in such a big place like Chicago." replied my mom over our bowls of ice cream. "It is nice actually. There are only about a hundred and fifty kids in my grade. We are the smallest class in the high school this year." "A hundred and fifty kids? Sweetheart, is that what you think small is? There are only a hundred kids in Blaine's school and only fifteen in his graduating class! You are in for a shock on Monday!" my mom exclaimed. "Wow that's really small! I can't imagine growing up in such a small place." replied Kurt. "Well you get to spend the next year experiencing it." said my mom. "Blaine. Why don't you help Kurt get settled in Hun? I'm sure he is tired after that ride. I'll take care of the dishes tonight, but don't for get to feed the horses alright?" requested my mom. "Yes ma'am. Let's go Kurt I'll help you with your stuff." I motioned to Kurt to follow me up stairs as I grabbed the luggage from earlier. We trooped up the stairs to the last door on the right. "This will be your room for the next year. Sorry it's not much but it was my brother Cooper's room, but he is at college now. So if you need anything I'll be right across the hall. Oh, and the bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left." I added. "Hey Blaine?" "Yeah Kurt?" "Thanks for being so kind. I know it's probably not what you expected to have your sophomore year to be like. But, I hope you know that I'm happy I got put to live with you." said Kurt softly. I grinned, "Kurt, I'm happy you're here. Night." "Goodnight Blaine."
Beep, Beep, Beep! I rolled over and slammed my hand on my alarm clock. I groaned; I had to get two people out of bed today. Five a.m. on a week day is hard enough for me, what about the kids who sleep till seven on school days and noon on the weekends. I slipped on my work jeans and socks and walked across the hall to get Kurt up. I knocked on the door softly hoping not to startle him. After waiting about five minutes with no response I opened the door to find him buried under a pile of blankets the size of a dozen hay bales. I shook Kurt lightly on the shoulder. "Kurt, Kurt. Hey Kurt." I whispered. I paused a moment to look at Kurt. He had light brown hair and pale skin. I was shocked at how beautiful be was. I shook those thoughts out my head. Not now Blaine. I shook him one last time and jumped back when he shot upright. "What, where am I?" exclaimed Kurt. "Kurt, you're okay. You in Ste. Marie, remember?" I said in an attempt to calm him down. "Right, right. Sorry Blaine. What time is it? Is something wrong?" "Um no, actually it's time to get up. We have to feed the horses and let the cows into the pasture." I stated. "You have cows too?" I grinned "Yes Kurt we have cows too. Get so old cloths on and meet me in the kitchen in 10 minutes. Okay?" "Alright then." said Kurt.
I flipped on the coffee machine and got down two mugs not sure if Kurt drank coffee. I sat down at the table and looked blankly at yesterday's paper, nothing interesting popping up as usual. I stood up to go check on Kurt but was stopped when I heard heavy steppes on the wooden stair case. "Mornin' Kurt." I greeted him. "G'morning." he mumbled. "Well, I didn't know if you drink coffee or not but I made you a cup." "Oh God yes, I need the caffeine now." he demanded. I slid the cup across the table to Kurt. He took a huge drink and coughed. "What is this?" he asked. "It's coffee." I said questioningly. "This tastes like dirt. No offence." He added. "Oh, I get what kind of coffee you like. Cream, sugar, cinnamon and all that stuff." I giggled. "If that's what coffee tastes like then I'll stick with my juicy juice." he joked. "Well now that this excitement is over we have to get take care of animals before the flip out. Wait stand up." I commanded. He was wearing some kind of fancy jeans and yellow combat boots. "Um Kurt don't you have any old cloths?" "Um yeah I'm wearing them." I smirked at this. "I meant like ripped jeans and tennis shoes. Not cloths that are old and look like they belong in a store." "Oops." "Here come with me." I guided him up the stairs to my room. "Put these on and I'll find you some sneakers." I said as I tossed him so old jeans. I galloped down the stairs and out to the mud room to grab my old sneakers and slip on my boots. I jumped when a hand clasped on my shoulder. "Sorry Blaine." apologized Kurt. "It's fine. Here I think these will work. Put them on and we will head out to be barn." He nodded as he slipped on the old sneakers. I headed out the front door and out to the barn with Kurt following me like a puppy. "So what exactly does feeding the horses entitle?" "Well, first we fill the feeding bins in the pasture with corn and hay. Then we let the horses out. Then we clean out their stalls and lay down new straw and that's about it for the horses, but then we have to milk the cow." I explained. He nodded. I unlatched the door and grabbed a bale of hay then handed one to Kurt. "Follow me." I commanded. I tossed the bale on my shoulder and grabbed a bucket of feed and walked off to the pasture. We had gone about 10 feet went I heard the bale Kurt was carrying hit the ground. I turned to see him rubbing his hands together in pain. "You okay?" I asked. He grimaced but nodded and reached for the hay again. "Here, you get the bucket and I'll get the bale." I suggested. "Are you sure it won't be too heavy?" he asked worriedly. "Na, it's not that heavy." I assured him. I handed him the bucket and shrugged the other bale onto my other shoulder and continued to walk to the pasture. We stopped at the feeder and look to each other. I grabbed my pocket knife and cut the string holding the bale together and scattered it around the feeder then did the same with the others. "You're really strong" Kurt stated. I shrugged "I'm just used to it I guess. Let's go let the horses out then we can talk while we clean the stalls. I walked back to the barn and down to the horse stalls. I went to the last stall on the left to my favorite horses stall. "Kurt, this is Maroth." I announced. "Maroth?" he questioned. "Yup, after Mike Maroth from the 2007 Cardinals baseball team." "I have no idea who that is." "Really? He was a left handed pitcher and had the most shutouts on the team for a lefty." I said. "I was obsessed with him when I was little because he was a lefty pitcher and so am I." "Well I still don't know who that is. But you play baseball?" he asked. I nodded as I let the other horses out. "I didn't know that." He said. "Yup only left pitcher in the conference and I also play football." I informed him. He nodded looking a little worried. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tackle you. I swear." I joked. He laughed nervously. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah I'm fine." He assured me. "Okay well I'll get two rakes and we can clean these out." I handed Kurt a rake and turned to clean out Maroth's stall. "So I just scoop this out?" I heard him ask. "Yup just put it in a pile and I'll put it in the trash." I told him. We cleaned in silence except for a few grunts of disgust from Kurt as he swept out the other stall. After a while I said "Hey Kurt, I think that's good enough. I'll go milk the cow while you go take a shower." "Thank goodness." He exclaimed as he walked back out the barn. I grabbed a stool and bucket on my way to cow's stall. I let my mind wander to Kurt as I milked. Was he gay too? He dressed odd and was kind of girly but that didn't mean anything if I was the example. He was pretty cute. His hair was light brown and always looked like it was styled perfectly. His eyes were bluer than the sky and his butt as nice to. I shook my head. What would my dad think if he knew I was gay? He would freak-out, he already dislikes me enough. I stood up and walked back to the house trying not to think about the beautiful boy upstairs.
Author's Note: What did you think? Blainey has a little crush on Kurt! What do you think will happen if Blaine's dad finds out or his mom? Some cute filler stuff until I finish the next chapter which I feel is not significant than this one I think. Read, review and enjoys! Love yall! 3 P.S: No volleyball practice tomorrow so I'll that time in the evening to write!