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Tuesday was pretty boring. We went to school as usual. I went to baseball and Kurt and Tyler hung out. I'm happy that Tyler has Kurt. I know that we are best friends but Tyler needs Kurt to vent to. I'm there for him if he needs to talk but I don't know I could handle Ty's feeling until I'm honest with myself. Wednesday during the e day was boring to, and then came the ride home from school. "So why did we have to wait till Wednesday to go the woods?" Kurt asked on the way home after practice. "Only the adults go to church on Wednesdays and then my parents have to drive to Chicago for a wedding. It's some friend of my dad's from college and I couldn't go since I had to be back for baseball Thursday. So we can stay out as late as we please and do whatever the hay we want." I said cheerfully. Coach cut practice shirt today and I have no home work. I was in the best mood ever possible. "Good to know. What do tell what is in store for us tonight?" asked Kurt. "Not gonna tell. I will say that no denim is allowed. Only sweats, t-shirts, and slip-on shoes. Total bum cloths." I commanded. "You are a strange boy Blaine Anderson." Kurt said jokingly. I parked my truck in front of the house instead of in the barn. We climbed out and I unlocked the door. "Okay so go pack any blankets and pillows you want. And then also bring your music and really anything else you may want." I told him. I ran up the stairs and into the last door on the left. I changed into clean sweats and another baseball shirt. I crammed a few blankets and pillow into my duffel. I grabbed my speakers and my guitar. I pulled on a hoodie and my moccasins and ran back down the stairs. I dumped my stuff in the entry way and packed some drinks and food and added it to duffel bag. "Okay is this appropriate attire?" asked Kurt sarcastically. He was wearing gray sweats and a long sleeve blue t-shirt and sport sandals. "Yes, very appropriate. Ready to head out?" I asked. He nodded. I grabbed all my stuff and held the door open for Kurt. I grabbed my letterman jacket before I locked the door again and shut it. Kurt tossed his stuff in the bed and I did the same. I unlatched the gate to slide my guitar in under my pillow. "Why are you bringing your guitar?" Kurt asked as I slid into the driver's seat and started the pickup. "I have a surprise for you that's why. Now quit being nosy and turn on some music." I said. I tuned out the music Kurt put on and drowned in my thoughts. I has excited about to night but a little apprehensive. I was going to sing to Kurt. We had so many conversations to have that I really didn't want to talk about; about Tyler, about me, about everything. Now we can add my father and Kurt's past girl friend to the list. "Are you okay?" Kurt asked softly. "Fine just thinkin' that's all." I sighed.

I pulled into the clearing and parked. "Do you need my help setting up?" he asked. "Um, sure." I accepted. I unhooked the gate and handed my guitar case to Kurt. "Careful with her." I said warningly. "Your guitar is a her?" he said amused. "Shut your mouth." I quipped. I all the blankets out and propped the pillows against the sided of the truck bed. "Climb on in." I helped Kurt into the truck bed and rested my guitar and duffel bag on the gate that I had just shut. I climbed over the closed tailgate and sat cross legged across from Kurt. "It's so pretty out here." Kurt said looking at the sun that was setting. I nodded playing with the string that was fraying at the hem of my sweats. "Blaine look at me." Kurt said. I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them. "You seemed out of it today. Is there something wrong?" he asked resting his hand on my knee. My skin tingled at his touch. "No I guess I'm just stressing over everything. Between school, my dad, sports, glee, Tyler, you and music I guess I'm just stretched thin." I sighed. "Why am I stressing you? Did I do something to make you upset?" Kurt asked concerned. "No it's not that. I just see you with Ty and I wish that I could have that with him again. He says he is still my best friend but I see him with you and he seems so care free. Like nothing can hurt him if you're there. I used to be his protector when he was in baseball. We were always partners because nobody would pick Ty. When we were in freshman football this group of upper-class men came to practice. They were supposed to help coach us but instead they started to just tear us down. This one really big kid started to scream at him and I told him to back off. When he made a move to hit ma I kicked him right in the nuts. Thankfully I was a lot faster than him and he couldn't catch me after he could walk again. Point blank kick from a kicker is pretty pain full." I said smiling fondly at the memory. "You still are his best friend Blaine, but you aren't gay." he said plain and simple. "You are the golden boy, the preacher's son. You don't have to worry about getting bullied for who you love. You can be the protector, but Tyler needs a person to relate to and right now it's me." Kurt said. I stopped for a moment. I knew what Kurt was saying but he didn't know that I actually am like them. I wanted to tell him then and there but I couldn't. I nodded and wiped a small tear away from my cheek. Kurt smiled sadly at me and took his hand off my knee. We sat in silence for a while. "What's your full name?" I asked randomly. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. What's yours?" he asked back. "Blaine Samuel Anderson Junior." I stated. "Junior?" he questioned. "Blaine Samuel was my grandfather's name; my mom's dad. He didn't have a son and the name was a family tradition so my mom gave it to me. My dad got to name Coop so mom got me. He actually wanted to name me Kolten Lee Anderson but my mom told him it sounded like a hick name." I laughed. "I'm glad it's Blaine you don't look like a Kolten. Why that question?" he asked. I shrugged. I ran my fingers through my curls and closed my eyes. "Can I feel your hair?" Kurt asked out of the blue. "Um why?" I said. "I don't know. They look soft and my hair is rod ram straight." he asked not weirded out the request. I shrugged and leaned forward. I smiled when Kurt ran his fingers softly through the bush on the top of my head. "Your hair is so soft! And I probably seem like a total creeper right now don't I?" he said. "Nah it feels good. My mom used to try and brush my hair when I was little and she never could because the brush would be stuck." I told him. "When I was 9 Clayton stuck a piece of bubble gum stuck in my hair and my mom had to shave my head. In my 3rd grade picture I had a buzz cut. I only have one copy of that picture and it hasn't see day light since 7th grade." Kurt laughed really loud. "The stars look as pretty." he said. "Yeah they do. Can I play you a song?" I said. He nodded. I grabbed my guitar out of the case and the pick from my sock. "You keep you guitar pick in you sock?" he asked laughing. "Yes I do. It's lucky and we had never lost a ball game when I have it so I keep it with me somehow where ever I go." I said proudly. I tuned my guitar a little and started to play. "Look at me; I will never pass for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter. Can it be I'm not meant to play this part? Now I see that if I were truly to be myself I would break my family's heart." I didn't look at Kurt but I could feel him watching me intently. "Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am though I've tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside? When will my reflection show who I am inside?"

I sat my guitar back in the case and held my pick tightly. "That was really good Blaine." Kurt said sounding surprised. I wiped a tear away from my eyes and nodded. "Oh Blainey, why are you crying?" Kurt said. He turned around and sat next to me. "I'm fine Kurt. I just needed to vent and I do that by playing music." I said sitting up straight andfixing my hoodie. "Did you mean why the lyrics said? Do feel like you don't belong here?" Kurt asked placing his hand on my foot. "I don't want to be anywhere else. I'm going to graduate, go to college at Eastern Illinois University, then get a job, get married and move back here. That's the plan that I have always had and it's what I'm expected to do. In Ste. Marie you are born here, raised here, and you die here. You are buried in your family plot next to your parents and grandparents and your children do the same. It's the way things are and I'm afraid I don't fit that mold." I said crying again now. Kurt wrapped be in a hug and brushed my curls back from my face. "Blaine you are so much more than that. If that's what you want to do then do it. If it's not, don't. Do what you want to do. Break the mold." he said. "I'm such a baby. Let's dance okay."I said changing the subject. "Blaine why do you think you will disappoint you family?" Kurt asked bluntly. "I don't think that." I said quickly. "Yes you do. You said it in the song. Your mother adores you Blaine, I'm sure she would love you no matter what." Kurt said trying to reassure me. "I'll tell you later. Let's just dance now." I said again. I pulled my speakers out and plugged my phoneinto them and press shuffle. "You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep. Let's runaway and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back." I helped Kurtdown from the truck as I sang. "I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight. We danced like idiots for about three songs before a slow song came on. "I've lived in this place and I know all the faces, each one is different but they're always the same. They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it, they'll never allow me to change. But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong. I'm movin' on." I wrapped my arms around Kurt's waist and held him tight. He rested him head on myshoulders and held me close. "I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't. Stopped to fill up on my way out of town. I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't. I had to lose everything to find out. Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road. I'm movin' on." I sang softly along into Kurt's ear. "I'm movin' on." We stayed in each other's arms for what felt like ages.

I finally pulled away and wiped my eyes on my sleeve. "Do you wanna just sit?" I suggested. He nodded and I climbed in. I sat at the back of the bed where the cab and bed met. I patted the open space next to me and Kurt sat down. I felt him shiver next to me. "Do you want my jacket?" I asked. I pulled of the orange and blue letterman jacket and handed it to Kurt. "Thank Blaine, are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked again. I sighed and turned to face him. "You're beautiful." I said boldly. I could see Kurt blush and bow his head. "You are. Your eyes are the prettiest blue I have ever seen and your hair always looks perfect even after I sprayed you with the hose. You are beautiful." I said trying not to cry. "I'm sorry if I'm being forward but you are." I added. "Blaine stop." Kurt said softly "Somehow I cannot hide who I am though I've tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside? When will my reflection show who I am inside?" I sang again. "Are you okay Blaine?" Kurt asked turning to face me again. "I'm like you." I said vaguely. "Blaine you are nothing like me." Kurt said confused. I took a deep breath. "I'm gay Kurt." I said in a small sob. I bowed my head and buried it in my hoodie. I jumped when I felt Kurt's arm wrap around me. I felt him running his fingers through my hair and resting him head on my shoulder. "Shhhh; its okay B. It's okay. It's going to be okay." Kurt cooed as he rocked me back and forth. We sat like this till my phone buzzed. "It's from your parents. They say they're on the way to the wedding." Kurt said softly. "We'll be okay." he said one last time.

Author's Note: Big chapter hu? Songs were 'Reflection'- Mulan, 'I'm Movin' On'- Rascal Flatts, 'Teenage Dream'- Katy Perry. More to come, lots more to come. Oh and 'Come what may'? So dead. Thus week's glee will be awesome! We are having another snow storm so a maybe on writing tomorrow. But if there is school I'll have Volleyball so then that equals no writing! BOO. Love you guys. Read, review, and have a great day!