Author's Note: Oh my gosh guys I'm SOOOO sorry. It's been forever since I have written. We are working on our drama club play and it is pretty much because the only thing I do. We had the play and it was great! I'm back to this now! Yay! I love you all if you are still out there!
"Shhhh. It's okay Blaine, it's going to be okay." whispered Kurt. We had been sitting in my pick up all night and we hadn't moved since I told him I was like him. "Blaine look at me." Kurt said. I shook my head and buried it deeper in my lap. "Blaine Samuel Anderson you look at me right now." snapped Kurt. I rested my head on my knees and look at Kurt out of the corner of my eyes. "You are amazing. You know that right?" he asked. I wiped tears from my eyes and shook my head. "You are a musician, an amazing athlete, and the best friend in the whole wide world. You are sweet, funny, goofy, adorably dorky. So what if you're gay? I'm gay, Tyler's gay, and my 2nd cousin Ashley's gay. It's doesn't matter." Kurt said. "It does matter Kurt. I'm the preacher's boy. I'm supposed be straight and perfect, have no flaws and know the bible cover to cover. I can't be gay. It's not in the plan Kurt!" I said weakly. "So what is this plan B?" he said. "I go to preacher college, get a girlfriend, get married in the church in town by my father, have kids, and then be the preacher when he retires. Now that plan can't happen because I'm gay. I'm gay Kurt and I can't do a thing about it. I have to act for the rest of my life. I'll have to find some girl who will marry me. Then I'll have to act like I love her and we will live together and it will be that way forever and I will never be happy and I will die never being honest with anybody but you." I said sobbing. "Or Blaine you could talk to somebody. Like maybe Tyler. He is in the same place you are. Or you can keep being Tyler's protector. You can still be whoever you want to be. You could still be a preacher, go to Chicago and start a church there. Be a teacher or a farmer or a doctor or a flying monkey." Kurt said rubbing my hair. I smiled slightly. "There's that goofy smile that I love." Kurt said brightly. "I don't want to leave here Kurt. I love it here. The open sky, corn fields, the horses, the county fair, and the Girl Scout cookies I buy in bulk from Maddie Brown. The little white church, the store on Main Street that sells the letterman jackets and homemade fudge and caramels. The pizza at Pizza Man and baseball diamond where I spend every afternoon with my grandpa. He was the best." I said smiling at the last part. "You've never talked about your grandpa before." Kurt said softly. "He was amazing. He would pick me up from school every day and take me to the ball diamonds at the park and play catch with me. Then we would go get ice cream and we would go back to his house. My grandma would always pick me up and toss me on the couch and tickle me. When I turned 7 I started to learn violin. We did this till I turned 14. I was outside the school waiting for my grandpa to pick me up but instead my dad did. When I got in the car he told me that my grandpa had had a heart attack and had died. He gave me a gold cross necklace and we drove home. He never said why he gave it to me. When I saw my grandma she had told me that it was my grandfather's. He told her before he died that he was so proud of me and to tell me 'you are braver than you believe and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.' When I was little Whinnie the Pooh was my favorite book and he would always read it to me when I couldn't sleep. I wear the cross still and I have never taken it off. He was my best friend." I told. I had calmed down a bit taking about my grandpa. Kurt pulled me into a tight hug. "Let's get home B it's almost 2 a.m. and you have a very important baseball game tomorrow." Kurt said. I dried my eyes and helped Kurt climb out to the truck. I shut the tailgate and grabbed the keys from my pocket and started the car. We were quiet the whole way home but when we got back inside the house we talked again. "Now what?" Kurt asked. "I vote we go to sleep." I said. We walked up the stairs and I was about to go in my room when I stopped. "Do you wanna stay up a little bit longer?" I asked. He smiled and followed me into my room. I lay down on my stomach and patted the space next to me on the bed. Kurt laid down and smiled at me. I moved and rested my head on Kurt's shoulder and closed my eyes. "Blaine?" Kurt said but I was already asleep. He snuggled in and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up before my alarm the next morning and looked around. I was in my bed but so was Kurt. He had his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled a little and rubbed my eyes. I shook Kurt shoulder and pulled the blanket off of him. "What the heck dad. It's too early to be alive." He mumbled and rolled on his back. I smirked and started jumping on the bed. "Get up Kurt, its horsey time again." I shouted. He rolled over again and hit the floor with a thud. I jumped off the bed and knelt down beside him. "What the crud Blaine." Kurt shouted. "Morning Sunshine! Ready to begin the day?" I said brightly. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Why are we up so early?" he grumbled. "We are going to feed the horses and then I am going to cook you a country breakfast." I said. We fed the horses in record time and then I cooked Kurt breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, and apple juice. "This is really good B." Kurt said with his mouth full. I smiled and drank my juice. "Thanks." I smiled. "Are you ready for your game today?" Kurt whispered. "Yup, I slept like a baby last night and I just drank half a gallon of apple juice. I think I'm set!" I said. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have slept in your bed." Kurt said softly. "Don't be sorry. I may have crossed a line asking you to lay with me. You had every right to stay. No harm no foul right dude?" I reassured. "Sure dude." mocked Kurt. I grabbed our plates and tossed them in the sink. "I'm going to go get my baseball stuff together. You can shower or do whatever but we have to leave in about an hour." I ran up the stairs and left Kurt to do whatever. I ran down the hall and to the last door on the left.
I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment. I had told Kurt my big secret last night and I felt really good. I couldn't be more thankful that I had been assigned Kurt this year. I was so reluctant to be a host and now Kurt is the one person I am totally honest with. I smiled to myself and collected my baseball uniform and my bat bag. I pulled on my dress khakis and a blue polo shirt. I smoothed my hair down a bit but it puffed right back up. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my stuff. "Hurry up Blaine were gonna be late!" shouted Kurt from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm coming chill!" I shouted running down the stairs. I jumped down skipping the last few steps and smiled at Kurt. "All dressed up I see. Just one thing." he said. "You may want to zip your pants." Kurt smirked. I flushed bright red and turned around and zipped my pants then turned back to Kurt. "Coach makes us dress up on game days. Something about look like respectable young men? Whatever." I explained. "Well you look very nice. You still look better in green." Kurt said mockingly proud. "Thank you." I said I pulled on my letterman jacket and faced the door. I threw my arm in the air and yelled, "Onward Christian soldiers!" I grabbed my bat bag and laughed and ran out to the truck. I heard Kurt laughing behind me. I tossed my bags in the truck bed and hopped into the driver's seat. Kurt climbed in too and we sped down the drive way. "So what time is your game today?" Kurt asked. "I have to be ready by 3:15 but the game really doesn't start till 4. Why'd ya ask?" I questioned. "I'm going to come watch you of course!" he said. I froze, I hadn't thought about what Kurt was going to do while I was playing. "It okay if I come, right?" he asked softly. "Of course, yeah, you can come. I just didn't think that you would want to." I said. "Well I'm coming!" Kurt said matter-o-factly. I smiled and pulled into my usual spot. "Blaine!" somebody shouted. I looked out the window to see Clayton climbing out of his car. I waved and jumped out to the car. "What's going on? I texted you last night man." asked Clayton. "My phone was off." I said quickly. "Whatever, are you ready to play? We have to win today otherwise coach will have our heads." exaggerated Clayton. I nodded and walked inside with Kurt and Clayton beside me. I waved goodbye to Clayton and went to Trig with Kurt.
The day was perfect. I got a B+ on my Trig test, Mr. Wilson has the flu, Kurt joined the glee club, we had lunch with Tyler in the auditorium, and we played basketball in gym class. After school finally was over I changed into my baseball uniform. Grey pants and jersey, orange socks, blue long sleeve undershirt, a blue belt, and an orange and blue eagle's ball cap. I laced up my cleats and slipped my guitar pick into my left sock. I pulled out my bat and mitt and walked to Clayton's locker. "Hey Clay." I greeted. "What's up Blaine?" he said as he pulled on his cleats. "We need to be out on the field in 5 minutes. Just seeing if you were ready yet?" I said. "Yeah man, give me two seconds. I gotta get my batting glove and mitt." I rested my head on the lockers and closed my eyes for a second. "You okay B?" asked Clayton. My eyes popped open and I nodded. "Yeah just thinkin'." I dismissed. "Alright I'm ready let's head out." said Clayton walking toward the door. I followed him out to field and joined the group of guys talking in to dugout. "Let's go boys!" shouted coach. We huddled up and listened to coach. "I'm so proud of you boys. You worked so hard but we can't get lazy now. We have to be in the best mind set. Alright join hands. Blaine do the prayer." He demanded not asked. I nodded. "Dear father, we thank you for this day. We thank you for letting us be able to do what we love and having the support that we have. We pray that you keep us strong and that nobody gets hurt. We thank you for everything you have given us and that we can keep serving you through doing what we love. We are all playing in your name today. Amen." I finished. "Very nice Blaine, alright get on the field. Go, go, go." said coach as he shooed us out of the dugout. I high fived Clayton and walked to the pitcher's mound. I look to the crowd and spotted Kurt and Tyler sitting on the top row. I smiled and waved. I closed my eyes and pitched the ball.
Author's Note: Please forgive me. Please, please, please, forgive me! It has been forever and I feel so awful. I started this chapter like a month ago and I just finished it today. If anybody is still reading this you are totally awesome! I'm still writing today this was just a stopping point. I love you guys! Please let me know what you think?