Author's Note: AHHH! I'm so sorry. I know it's been forever but volleyball is sucking every ounce of my free time. Does anybody feel my pain here? Hahaha. Well here you go! Review!
I pulled off my sweaty football practice shirt and pads and tossed them on the concrete floor of the locker room. Football up here was a lot tougher than in Newton. It wasn't that I wasn't good everybody was just so much bigger. My cut off was drenched with sweat and then whatever was left in the water bottle I dumped on my head. I pulled on my jeans and sat on the bench in front of my locker. It was Friday and Finn and I were stopping by the house before going to guy's night.
"Good you go B?" I turned to see Finn standing next to the lockers. All the guys had taken to calling me B. Most of the girls called me just call me Blaine. Mercedes calls me Curls and Santana called me hobbit, which isn't anything new. I did like them calling me B though. "Yeah Finn I'm ready." I said grabbing my pads and back pack. We climbed in Finn's car and cranked the AC and radio. "And like a memory from your grandpa's attic a song comes slippin' through the radio static. Changin' my mood, a little George Strait 1982. And it makes me wanna take a back road. Makes me wanna take the long way home put a little gravel in my travel. Unwind, unravel all night long." We hopped out of the truck and ran into the house keeping the song going.
"Get lost and get right with my soul. Makes me wanna take a back road. Dusty path to nowhere with the wind blowin' through my baby's hair." I ran over to where Kurt was sitting at the kitchen and ran my finger through his hair. "Way down, way down, way down some old back road." We half shouted half sang at the top of our lungs. I sat down next to Kurt and smiled at him. "You guys are idiots." Kurt said not looking up from is magazine. "Yeah but you love us." I laughed and kissed him. "And I wonder why every day." Kurt smiled. I stuck my tongue out at Kurt. "I gotta go change, I smell." I said running up stairs.
My room was a lot different now. It looked lived in. I mean it's not like it was dirty but it wasn't spotless like Kurt's room was. My extra practice jersey was thrown over the back of the chair and clean clothes that needed to be but away sitting on the dresser. I tossed my back pack on the bed and pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I grabbed an old baseball shirt and pulled it on. I walked into the adjoining bathroom and toweled the sweat out of my hair.
I was a little anxious to go to guy's night. It wasn't like I didn't like the guys in Glee but I just didn't know them well yet. I liked Sam a lot; Puck scared me a little though. "I'll be outside B!" Finn shouted. I grabbed the bag I had packed last night and my pillow and ran down stairs. "Come say bye to me." Kurt smiled and walked over to where I was standing by the front door. I dropped my stuff and rested my hands on Kurt's hips. "Please don't do anything stupid tonight." Kurt sighed. "I won't. We're just gonna play video games and eat junk food." I shrugged. "Suuuurrreee." He drew out. "Should I be scared?" I frowned. "Those guys can get pretty crazy. Just don't be stupid. Please." He sighed. "I won't be stupid, I promise.' I smiled kissing him quickly.
"Hey Blaine is ther- oh sorry." Finn started walking in the door. I dropped my hands off Kurt's waist and grabbed my stuff. "Um w-what did you need Finn?" I said turning red. "I kinda forgot to gas up my car and now its empty." He said. Kurt rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. "My truck's got gas. We'll take it." I said grabbing my keys off the hooks on the wall. I gave Kurt a quick hug and walked out to my truck. "Just toss your stuff in the back." I said flinging mine into the bed and climbing in.
I hadn't been in my truck in over a week. I rode with Kurt to school and home from football with Finn, there really wasn't a need for me to drive myself. It felt the same. It still smelled like pine from the evergreen shaper air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. Loose change sat in the console along with a pair of sun glasses.
Finn gave me vague directions of how to get to Artie's. He couldn't remember what street he lived on because muscle memory was how he knew how to get there before. We finally made it there 20 minutes after everybody else.
Finn and I walked right in and down a wide hall toward the back of the house. I could hear gun shots and guys yelling. We were definitely in the right place. He pushed the door open and a chorus of 'Heys! And why the fuck are you lates?' were yelled.
All the guys were sitting on red bean bag chairs and Artie in his chair. I set my stuff next to Finn's. I sat on the floor next to Sam and grabbed a handful of chips.
"Yes!" I shouted. "Damn it Blaine! The hell'd you shoot me for!?" Puck shouted. I shrugged and went back to playing.
"Can you boys shut the games off please? Artie your father and I are going to bed." His mom said poking her head in the door way.
Sam switched off the game console and we all looked at each other. "Movie?" Artie shrugged. We all agreed and set about picking out a movie. It was almost 2 a.m. before we all agreed on some action movie. I kept to myself for most of the night; I'm not even sure what movie they were watching. I leaned up against the bed and spaced out.
"Damn she's hot." Puck said. I glanced up to see some girl in tight cloths beating up a guy. The rest of the guys murmured agreements. I shifted uncomfortably and pulled my blanket tighter around me. I could feel a pair of eyes fall on me from behind. I glanced over my shoulder to see Sam looking at me. He coughed and looked at Puck and back at me. "That guy's cute too." He said awkwardly. I knew what Sam was trying to do. "I be right back." I muttered and grabbed my bag and stormed out into the hall.
I tossed my bag on the bath room floor and leaned against the counter top. I shouldn't have come tonight. I'd had guy's nights with Clayton and it was just the same. Teenage guys like to talk about girls, it's a fact. I changed into a pair of sport shorts and pulled a hoodie on. I pushed my glasses up my nose then zipped up my bag. I reluctantly crept back to Artie's room and slipped in the door. I stopped short when I saw everybody looking up at me.
"We're sorry B." Sam sighed. "For what?" I frowned. They didn't have anything to be sorry about; I'm the one that's gay. "Being jackasses." Artie sighed. I set my bag on the ground and shrugged.
"You don't need to be sorry for being straight. I'm the one who should be sorry. I can't relate to what you guys think is hot and I gets awkward if you try to make me feel included."
"Hey, you being gay isn't a problem Blaine!" Mike shouted.
"No I know how guy's nights go. You sit around and talk about girls. I've been to them millions of times. My friends and I were just like you guys. We would talk about girls, eat everything in the house, and play poker in the barn."
"Damn it Blaine, sit the hell down and listen." Puck said getting up. I slumped back against the bed and looked at the ground.
"Let's get a show of hands of who has an issue with Blainey here being gay?" Puck asked sarcastically. Nobody moved a muscle.
"See man, nobody gives a fuck. So shut up about it. You may not be comfortable that that's who you are but we're cool with it!" Puck yelled.
I looked around at the rest of the guy's faces. They all look concerned.
"He's right Blaine. We don't care." Sam insisted.
"You guys are right; I'm not totally comfortable with being g-gay yet but thanks." I sighed.
"Now on to more important things. You say you guys played poker down there?" Puck asked.
I nodded. "Let's teach these wimps how to play so we can kick their asses." Puck laughed.
"Ouch!" I shouted. My head smacked against the floor with a thud. I looked up to see a blurry Finn standing over me. "Sorry dude. Mom texted and she said she wants us home." he said. I reached over to where I set my glasses last night but felt nothing. "Shit." I whispered under my breath. "Hey Finn have you see my glasses?" I asked looking close around me. "Yeah here." he said handing me the black frames.
I pushed them up my nose and looked around. Artie's room was a mess. The bowl of chips was spilled onto the floor and pop cans were tossed about the room. Artie was lying on his bed. Puck was asleep is one of the chairs. Sam and Mike were sprawled out on the floor. Sam had a game controller clutched in his hand and Mike was drooling.
"Okay." I sighed and slowly got up. I pulled my phone out from under Artie's head (I had no idea how it got there.) and checked the time. It was almost 10. We said goodbye to Artie's mom on the way out the door and climbed in the truck. I offered to let Finn drive but he said he can drive until he's been awake for more than 20 minutes because he still feels like he's asleep. I just laughed and started the truck.
"We're home!" Finn shouted. "In the living room!" Carole shouted. Finn and I walked into the living room and sat down on the couches. Carole was sitting in Burt's chair flipping through a magazine. "Did you guys have nice time?" she smiled. "It was awesome. But where are Kurt and Burt?" Finn asked. "Burt's down at the garage and Kurt tagged along." Carole said. "I'm going to go shower."Finn said and walked up the stairs.
I stayed in the living room with Carole. I sat awkwardly on the couch looking around the room. "You're welcome to go down to the garage Blaine." I turned around to see Carole smiling at me. "I can tell you want to; go ahead. The address is on a magnet in the kitchen." "Thank you Carole."I said running up the stairs to change.
Author's Note: song used was 'Take a back road' by Rodney Atkins. THanks so much for reading you guys! it means to world to me if guys would review. I'm thrilled with how well this story is going! Love you all!