Author's Note: Chapter 18.2! Yeah not much to say. I never really do hu? Glee seasons 5 & 6 have been confirmed! At least two more years of Klaine! This first paragraph or two are from Kurt POV but I'll put in a line break when it's back to Blaine's. Do you guys like having some of Kurt's POVs in the story or is it better with just Blaine's? That's all I have to say for now. Read, review and Enjoy! Love you guys.
I climbed out of the shower and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and was about to climb in bed but was stopped there was a knock on my door. "Come in." I yelled. My dad closed the door behind him and sat down on my bed. "I've missed you bub." my dad said as I sat next to him. "I've missed you too dad." I said resting my head on him shoulder. "Do you really like living down there?" dad asked. I leaned up against the wall. "I honestly do dad. It's quiet and peaceful. Everybody knows everybody. Blaine lives on a farm in the country and it's fantastic. He drives a pickup and we go into the woods and pile blankets in the bed. We sit and talk for hours about anything. I've had the time of my life down there. I've camped out, sold strawberries at a farmers market, I've gone to church every Sunday since I got there, I rode a freakin' horse." I smiled. My dad turned and grinned at me. "Blaine told me he knew you were gay." he stated. I nodded slowly. "I told him the first day was there. His dad made a comment and we talked after. He flat told me it didn't matter to him. He knows pretty much everything about me. About mom, about the bullying, the cutting, and h-h-he told me everything about him. He loves country music, a strange obsession with Mike Maroth and Disney music. He plays piano, guitar, violin, football, baseball, he sings too. B has become my best friend dad. I think if I had lived with anybody else for the past few months I don't know how I would have handled it, honestly." I whispered the last part. My dad pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of the progress you have made Kurt. I'm grateful that you had him there with you. But if he ever tries to change you, you come to me. You don't try to handle it on your own. Don't let him make you go back to that place. You got that." Dad said forcefully. "Dad I realize that I haven't known Blaine to long, but I know he will never hurt me. We are mean too much to each other to do that." I exclaimed. "Alright Kurt, get some sleep bub. I love you. Oh and one more thing, is that Blaine's shirt?" he asked walking toward the door. I looked down and the Newton baseball shirt I was wearing. "Maybe, good night dad" I smiled as he turned off the lights and shut the door behind him. I sent Blaine a good night text and slipped to sleep.
I woke up without an alarm clock the next morning. The sun was streaming through the small window above where I was lying. I grabbed my phone and sat up like a bolt when I saw the time. It was past 10 and I wasn't even out of bed. I pulled on a t-shirt, slipped my inhaler in my pocket and sprinted down the stairs. I ran into the kitchen to see Burt, Carole, and Kurt sitting at the table. "Are you okay B?" Kurt said starting to stand up. "Yeah I'm fine I just woke up and saw the time and freaked out. I'm sorry." I said sitting down next to Carole. "You're fine Blaine. We never said what time to be up, we aren't doing anything today." she said patting me on the back. I took a dose of my inhaler and sighed. "Do you want anything for breakfast Blaine; we have cereal, any coffee?" Carole asked already getting a bowl out of a cabinet. "Yes ma'am." I smiled. She slid a mug of coffee in front of me. 'Do you want milk or anything in it?" Carole asked. "No he doesn't, he drinks it black. The first time I had coffee at his house I gagged. It was like mud." Kurt winked at me. "It's good that way." I laughed taking a bite of my cereal. We grinned at each other and that memory. "Was that an asthma inhaler Blaine?" Burt asked concerned. "Um yeah it was. My asthma is pretty severe. But, I haven't had a bad attack in a long time." I dismissed. "Blaine." Kurt kicked me under the table. "Okay, it was about two months ago. Kurt and I were in church and it was really musty and I couldn't breathe. We had to leave church and go outside so I could calm down." I admitted. "Blaine you need to tell me if you ever can't breathe. I don't know what to do." Burt said sternly. I nodded and placed my dished in the sink. "Blaine, Finn and I were going to go hit a few baseballs at the school. Do you wanna come?" Burt offered. "Um sure, I'd love to." I exclaimed. I'm going to go wake Finn then we can head out." Burt smiled. I nodded and ran up the stairs with Kurt behind me.
Kurt flopped on my bed and sighed. "What's wrong." I asked pulling on a clean pair shorts. "I almost told my dad about us last night. I'm sorry Blaine, he saying all this stuff about you pressuring me to change and that you would hurt me and I almost just blurted it out." he apologized. I slipped a clean t-shirt on and sat on the bed next to Kurt. "Kurt, I know I said I didn't want to tell anybody, but if it means your dad is not trusting of me; you can tell him. We can tell him anytime you want." I promised kissing him softly. "Are you sure Blainey?" he asked. "Positive." I said kissing him once more and pulling on a pair of blue Nike socks. I slipped on my moccasins and dumped my inhaler, ball, elbow brace, foam wrap, cleats and mitt into my backpack. Kurt winked at me and placed my ball cap on my head. "My little athlete." Kurt winked and slapped my butt when I turned out the door. I whipped around and blushed. "Sorry, too far?" he laughed. "Nope." I winked and ran down the stairs. I jumped over the last few steps and walked into the kitchen. A very sleepy looking Finn was eating fruit loops and Burt was reading the paper at the table. "Hey Blaine ready?" Burt asked. I smiled and nodded. Finn drank the milk from the bowl and tossed it in the sink. "Sup dude." he said walking out the front door with a bat bag. Burt grabbed a bucket of balls and walked to the car with me behind him. We dumped all our stuff in the trunk and I climbed in the back seat.
"Here we are boys." We pulled into a large school parking lot and stopped. I grabbed my backpack from the trunk and followed Finn to a ball diamond across the lot. We set out stuff down in the dugout and I pulled on my old cleats. "What positions do you play Blaine?" asked Finn. "I'm a pitcher." I replied. "Sweet dude, you can pitch to me." Finn said sitting down on the bench. I nodded and started brace my arm. I wrapped my left elbow in orange foam wrap and pulled on my brace. "What happened to your elbow Blaine?" Burt questioned. "Um I was trying to show off and I tried to dunk a basketball. I jumped and missed the hoop entirely. When I landed I tried to catch myself but I ended up with my bone sticking out of my arm. I did two years of physical therapy; last year was the first I had gotten to play since I was in 7th grade." I laughed. "Wholly crap dude." exclaimed Finn. "I'm good now though, I promise." I said grabbing my mitt and following Finn out on the field. I took my place on the pitcher's mound and closed my eyes. I kissed my cross necklace and pitched the ball and same as always, the hit never came. I opened my eyes to see Finn staring at me. "Wholly lefty." he said in amazement. Burt threw the ball back to me and gave me a thumbs up. Finn got a few hits on me but I still got him. "Is it alright if I stop Burt?" I yelled. I pulled my inhaler out of my pocket and took a big dose of it. He walked up the mound quickly. "Are you okay?" Burt asked. "Yeah, my elbow is startin' to get locked up is all." I waved off. "Sure, we need to be getting anyway." he assured. I ran back to the dugout and slipped of my cleats and threw my stuff back in my bag and pulled on my moccasins. We cranked the AC in the car and talked sports the whole way home.
"Hey guys." greeted Kurt. He was sitting on the couch looking through magazines. "How did it go Finn?" Carole asked wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Blaine it the best pitch I have ever seen mom." Finn said wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Naw, Finn got a few hits of me." I smiled. "That's great and all but how about you go shower, you smell like sand and old leather." Kurt said following me up the stairs. We ran into my room and shut the door. Kurt pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me hard. We fell on to the bed kissing deeply. "Kurt, we need to tell your dad about us." I said pulling away. "Are you serious B?" Kurt asked astonished. "Very sure, I don't want to hide from your dad." I assured. "Alright when do you want to tell him?" Kurt said softly. "How about I shower and then we can talk to him." I said getting up. Kurt pecked me on the forehead and yanked my cap of my head. I pulled my t-shirt off and took my hat back from Kurt. "As much I would love to look at you shirtless all day, you need to go wash the stink off you." Kurt said shoving me into the bathroom. I blushed and let Kurt push me through the door. I turned on the shower water and climbed right in. I let the cold water wash away the dust. "Hey soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight."
Author's Note: Next chapter Burt will find out about Kurt and Blainers! Oh do you guys know what I mean when I saw foam wrap? It comes on a roll like toilet paper and is stretchy. It keeps braces from slipping and I use it as head bands too. The song was 'Hey Soul Sister' by Train. That's all for now. Review please!