Author's Note: Okay, so this is chapter 6! Wow 6 chapter, I can hardly write a short story for English class! Hahah. Thanks again to 'I Am A Boss Zefron Poster' for being my best supporter! You are Totally Awesome! What about Glee this week, Lucky Tina! Well here it goes! As always Read, Review, and Enjoy! Love yall! 3
I pulled on a pair of clean jeans and headed down stairs to have breakfast with Kurt and my parents. I turned into the kitchen to find Kurt already sitting with my parents chatting with my mom like they are best friends. "There you are Blaine. Get sat down well start breakfast." said my mom. I sat in the chair between Kurt and my dad and shot a smile to Kurt. "I'll say grace." announced my father. We joined hands and bowed our heads. "Dear lord, we thank you for the beautiful day and the wonderful company you have blessed us with. We thank you for this food you have blessed us with and we pray that you help those who have sinned. Amen." "Amen." I grabbed the pitcher of apple juice and passed it to Kurt. "Robin, did you hear what Jen and Chad's son told them?" asked my dad. "Oh dear, did Tyler get Liz pregnant?" exclaimed my mom. "Nope they won't have to worry about that. He told them he's gay." The whole manner on the room changed. Kurt and I frozen and my mom's eyebrows flew up. "Wow, that's shocking. He has been dating Liz for three years. How did Chad take it?" "He didn't say anything. He just walked away. I pray that he realizes his mistake and takes Liz back; they are perfect for each other. We'll pray for him at church tomorrow." said my dad. "Kurt, do you wanna go upstairs?" I blurted out. "I'd love to. Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Anderson, it was wonderful." Kurt said as he pushed his chair in. We dashed up stairs to my room and shut the door.
I flopped on my bed and motioned for Kurt to sit in my desk chair at the foot of the bed. "I'm really sorry about that." I said. "I don't think I have been in that awkward of a position in a long time." he said. "It's just that since he's the preacher he tends to know everybody's business and likes to share it with us. Great breakfast conversations. Don't worry, I'm nothing like my dad, or at least I hope not." "What do you think about Tyler?" he asked nervously. "Tyler Rose has been one of my best friends since Kindergarten. We played little league baseball together, we were in cub scouts together, we went to sleep away camp with each other since 2nd grade, and we have had billions of sleepovers. To me it doesn't make a difference. He's one of my very best friends; I don't care what he is. To me he is the same Ty who ate three worms as a dare on a camping trip in 8th grade and didn't throw up." I said. "Well, I imagine Tyler is going to need to hear all that if news spreads as fast as I think it does in this town. Also, incase this is a deal breaker on me staying here; I'm in the same boat as Tyler. But I imagine you knew that." "You're gay?" I exclaimed. "Wait that sounded really bad. I don't care if your gay, and no I didn't assume that." I added. Kurt smiled softly and leaned back in the desk chair. "Do your parents know you're, ya know gay?" I asked carefully. "My mom is actually dead, but I came out to my dad when I was fifteen after he caught me doing the single ladies dance in a leotard. He told he had known since I was three and he still loves me. I'm lucky that he was okay with it." he said softly. "I'm really sorry to hear about your mom Kurt. I'm happy that your dad is still there for you and I'm sure you have tons of fabulous friends who love you and are there for you." I smiled. "And I'm glad that Tyler has a friend like you." he added. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. "Do you wanna listen to some music?" I suggested. "That depends, what is your idea of music? he laughed. "Well I really like polka and Macedonian folk songs." I joked. "Not really. Um, I like country. Rascal Flatts, Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, Tim McGraw, and this part is totally dorky but I'm a big Elvis fan too." "Hmm, not too bad. No Broadway or Lady Gaga in there I see, well that will have to be changed." Kurt said thoughtfully. "I doubt it. Well for now, country shall be my music. How about some Garth Brooks?" I said.
I pressed play on the CD player and sang along. "Just the other night at a hometown football game, my wife and I ran into my old high school flame and I introduced them the past came back to me and I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be". I grabbed Kurt's hand and spun him around. "She was the one that I'd wanted for all times, and each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine. And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then I'd never ask for anything again." I placed my hand on Kurt's hip and we swayed back and forth to the music. Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers. Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs. That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care. Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. We danced like this for I don't know how long. We fit into each other's arms like we were a puzzle. It felt right to be in Kurt's arms, it felt like a home, like it was the safest place I could be. "Blaine." we pulled apart quickly as my mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "Clayton is here B. Come introduce him to Kurt." shouted my mom. "Coming Ma." I shouted. I shut of the CD player and look at Kurt nervously. "Blaine, I won't say anything along as we talk later. Okay?" said Kurt. I thanked him with a smile and ran down the stairs with Kurt behind me. "Sup B? Oh, hey there you must be Kurt I'm Clayton Johnson, Blaine's best friend." introduced Clayton. "Nice to meet you Clayton, and yes I am Kurt Hummel, resident city boy for the year to come." smiled Kurt. "Nice, well do you wanna come with me and B? We are going into the school to throw a ball around." asked Clayton. "I'd love too." accepted Kurt. "Come on Kurt lets go change." "Could I talk to you for a minute B?" asked Clayton. I nodded and hiked up the stairs behind Kurt. Clay and I turned into my room and he shut the door behind him. "What's up Clay? Why do you need to talk to me alone?" "Did you hear about Ty?" he said softly. I nodded. "What do you think?" "I think that he is still crazy Ty who ate worms and broke his arm jumpin' off an ATV because he didn't want hit a baby bird. He's still Tyler. What do you think?" I said. "I don't know B. I still want to think of him as Tyler, but I don't know." he sighed. "Well I'm gonna change. If we are still going?" he nodded and walked out of the room. I slipped on some shorts and my sandals. I walked across the hall and knocked on Kurt's door. His door swung open to reveal Kurt, standing a blue T-shirt that matched his deep blue eyes and shorts. "Ready to go?" Kurt nodded and followed me down stairs. I grabbed my baseball bag and we followed Clay out the front door and out to my pick up. "Since there are three of us I will ride by myself and you two can ride together." said Clay. We nodded and I tossed my bag in the bed or my truck and slid into the cab next to Kurt. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah, I think I really am okay. But I still need to talk to you about earlier. For now just let me strikeout you and Clay." "Oh, just so you know I happen to be a wicked bat boy. So watch out Anderson." he laughed. We drove off joking about Kurt athletic skills.
Author's Note: Well there's chapter 6! Also, in case any of you are looking to edit stories I'd love to have your help with this one! What about Blaine and Kurt? I love that song so much; I had to self-indulge a little with it! The song was Unanswered Prays by Garth Brooks. I suggest a listen! Until next time read, review, and enjoy! Love yall! 3