Author's Note: Please read the note at the end. It's really important and affects the story kinda long term I guess.
I changed into cloths I would have worn to work in the barn. An old t-shirt, ripped up jeans, and my navy converse. I put in my contacts and grabbed a hoodie from the hooks on the door and ran down the stairs.
I copied the address of Burt's garage from the refrigerator magnet and walked back into the living room.
"Are you headed out?" Carole asked. "Um yeah." I said. "Alright, be careful though, that shop scares me sometimes." Carole fretted. "I-I will be. Thank you." I sighed and walked out the door to my truck.
I followed the directions my phone gave me to the garage. It wasn't too far away, only about fifteen minutes or so. I parked in the alley way along the side of the building and walked around the front. Bells jingled as I pushed the door open and looked around. The place was small. Two cars were up on the lifts and I could see feet poking out from under the far one.
"I'll be with you in a second." Kurt shouted.
"Take your time." I laughed.
"Blaine?" he yelled and rolled out from under the car.
"Morning babe." I laughed. He ran over and wrapped him arms around my shoulders. I squeezed him tight. "Why are you here, I thought you would be at Artie's most of the day." Kurt asked letting me go. "Carole texted Finn and told him he had to be home. So here I am!" I laughed. Kurt just laughed and kissed me.
"So what's wrong with the car?" Kurt was back under the car and I was sitting on the ground next to it. "I have no idea, I've been working on it for hours and I can't figure it out." Kurt huffed. "Let me see." I said crawling under the car. "What the hell do you know about fixing cars?" he rolled his eyes. "I'm the reason the truck you love so much ever runs. Now scoot." I smiled.
"Okay, go turn the key." I'd been under the car for almost an hour before I found what I think is the problem. Kurt turned the key and the car sputtered a little and then started. He shut it off and I rolled out from under the car. "Help?" I smiled sticking my hand in the air for him to grab. He laughed and pulled me off the ground.
"Let's go sit. The other car's my dad's project." He said pulling me over to the front desk. We sat on stools and drank coffee from the pot in the back office. Kurt leaned against the wall and rest his feet on my lap.
"I feel gross." Kurt whined. "You look cute. Especially the smudge of grease on your nose." I smiled. I used the sleeve of my hoodie to wipe away the mark on him nose. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. The bell jingled as somebody walked in the door.
"Good afternoon sir." Kurt smiled. He was a younger man, maybe about late 20's. His hair was kinda shaggy and he needed a shave. He wore a red v-neck shirt, light loose blue jeans, and a pair of ratty Vans. "What can I help you with?" Kurt asked getting off the stool. "I'm here to pick up my car. The one that wouldn't start for a durn." He laughed. "Well it'll start up now. Just let me write up your bill." Kurt said and walked down to the cash register. "Hey." he said. I nodded hello.
"Alright here's your bill." He pulled out his card and handed it too Kurt. He ran it and handed it back to the man. "Here's our business card in case you get in a pickle again." Kurt smiled. "And here's my card, I don't know what you would need to call me for but they gave me these to hand out." The man laughed and started to walk way.
"Hold on a second." Kurt said quickly. Kurt motioned for me to come to him. I stood up and read the card over his shoulder. "Kory Slack. New Minds Christian Church. Open to anybody." I read aloud. "Yeah, I'm the youth group leader. Are you looking for a church?" Nick said. "We are actually. But how inclusive is anybody?" Kurt asked. "Anybody and everybody no exceptions." Nick smiled. "So it's okay that we're gay?" he questioned. I could feel my cheeks blush pink. "My father baptized a lesbian couples son last week. What do you think?" he laughed. Kurt and I exchanged smiles and I rested my hand on the small of his back. "I take it I'll see you tomorrow?"
"You definitely will." I smiled. "Thank you Mr. Slack." Kurt said. "Please call me Nick. Mr. Slack makes me sound old." He laughed. "I'll go get your car down for you." Kurt said and walked over to his car. I watched Kurt lower the lift and say good bye to Nick. He ran back over to me and laughed. "Aren't you glad you came to the shop today?" I just smiled and kissed him. "Alright it's two o'clock. Which mean we get to leave." Kurt said shutting off the lights. He locked the door behind him and looked at me.
"Wanna be my ride home?" Kurt smiled. "How'd you get down here?" "I rode with Dad but he had to run an errand. Pleeaasssseeee." He grinned. I grabbed Kurt's hand and walked with him back to my truck. We climbed in and I just sat there for a second. I leaned over and kissed the corner of Kurt's lips. "Ahhhh!" I sighed and smiled. "What's matter with you?" he laughed. "We're goin' to church tomorrow!" I yelled. "God, you need to calm down. Seriously." Kurt said trying to calm me down.
"I'm happy, I miss church." I said starting to pull out of the alley way. I turned down the road toward Kurt's house and glanced at him. "You're happy too. I know it." I smiled. He smiled and stuck his tongue out at me. I turned into the drive way and parked the truck.
I reached for Kurt's hand as we walked inside but he swung his arm around my neck instead and pulled me close. "I love you." He sighed. "Love you too babe." I smiled. We clicked the front door shut behind us. "In here!" Carole shouted from the kitchen. We walked into the kitchen and sat at the little table.
"Somebody's smiley." Carole laughed. "We go some good news today." Kurt said. "Oh really, do tell." She said sitting at the table with us. "We found a church to go to." He exclaimed. "Boys that's fantastic!"Carole smiled. I grinned and squeezed Kurt's hand. "I'm so happy for you two." she sighed. "Thank you Carole." I smiled. "Let's go get cleaned up." Kurt said pulling me upstairs and into my room.
Kurt flopped on my bed and I lay next to him. "I love you so much right now." I laughed. "You love all the time, but thank you." Kurt smiled. I rested my head against Kurt's shoulder for a moment. "Kurt, we know absolutely nothing about this place." I said sitting up quickly. "You're right. Where's your laptop?" he asked. I pointed to my desk where the laptop was sitting. "Go grab it." Kurt said. "You go get it." I laughed. "Please?" he pouted. I groaned and dragged myself off the bed and grabbed my lap top.
I curled up against Kurt again and watched him search the church. "Found it. Here look." he said handing me the laptop. I scrolled through the web page and skimmed the description. "It sounds amazing." I sighed. "And it's only about ten minutes away." "We could walk there." I smiled. "No way. I'm not walking to church. This isn't Little House on the damn Prairie." Kurt huffed. "Fine, we're takin' the truck though. Keeping tradition alive." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Deal." He mumbled against my lips.
He shut the computer and pushed onto the trunk sitting at the end of the bed. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. "Love you." I sighed. "I love you too Blainers."
Robin
I sat by myself at the wooden kitchen table. No meals had been eaten here since Blaine left. No prayers had been said or conversations about a day at work or school. Days old mail piled up. Bills, junk mail, magazines. There was a separate pile though. Blaine's mail, college brochures, sports magazines, and a few letter from his friends from church camps over the years. I didn't have the heart to send them to Chicago. It felt like I was admitting my baby boy wasn't mine anymore.
I hadn't spoken to John. I've rarely seen him. He spends all his time out in his office and sleeps out there or in Cooper's room if he even comes in the house.
I notice more things now. The house creaks if the wind blows to strong. You have to pull the front door harder than a normal door for it to shut right. The ice maker is very loud. The stairs are scraped from years of Cooper and Blaine wearing their cleats in the house even though I told them not to.
I slowly crept up the stairs to the last door on the left. Blaine's room. I cracked the door open and walked inside. I pressed it shut behind me. The floor creaked under me as I walk across the room and sat on his bed. I had made it since he left; the blue plaid comforter was spread out over the mattress and tucked in against the wall.
I spend a lot of time in here. Actually I spend most of my time here. I've slept in here a few times.
A stack of photo albums are sitting on Blaine's desk from a few days ago. I've looked through every one of them. From Baby's first picture to the one of Kurt and Blaine before then left for Chicago. I'm looking; I'm not sure what for though. A point where Blaine grew up maybe? Blaine hasn't been my little boy for a long time now. He hasn't been John's since who knows when.
I grabbed the album of pictures that from when Blaine was about 11. The first picture was of Blaine on the porch. I had to smile a bit. He was sitting on the railing with his back leaned against the pillar. It was his first day of 5th grade and he insisted that he wanted to sit on the railing like Cooper had done. I let him, of course. The first picture was fine. I flipped to the next one and wiped a tear from my eye and laughed softly. Blaine was falling backwards off the railing and had his arms flailing in the air. The next picture was him on the second day of school with a bright orange cast on his arm. Hunter orange he said, for when he went deer hunting with Cooper, so nobody would shoot his arm.
I flipped through the rest of the album and set it back on the dresser. It was almost 6 o'clock. John would be getting home from work soon. He would come in the house and take food from the kitchen. Then he would leave again and go to the barn.
About 6:30 I heard the front door slam shut and footsteps climbing up the stairs. That was odd; John never came up here. The footsteps got closer and stopped outside the door. "Robin?" John's horse voice came from the opposite side of the door. He pushed open the door slowly and crossed the room to stand in front of me.
"Robin?" he whispered again.
"I have nothing to say to you John." I said and started across the room.
"Robin wait!" he shouted.
I stopped and turned around. "What do you want from me John?" I yelled.
"You need to stop this. Get on with your life."
"My life. John, Blaine was my life. My children were my life!"
"You have a life outside of that boy!"
"That boy. John that boy was your son. That boy was your Blainers. The one who looked up to since he could walk. He wanted to be just like you."
"I will not a have a son that is a fa-"
"No, you will not say that word when talking about my son. Blaine is still Blaine!"
John crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.
"I thank God everyday that Blaine is nothing like you. I thank God that he is away from here. I thank God that we agreed to let a stranger live here because if we hadn't I wouldn't know were Blaine is right now. I thank God for Kurt and that he loves Blaine."
"Kurt is the reason Blaine isn't here."
"Blaine was gay before we even knew Kurt existed. It's who he is John!"
"Blaine is not gay. He is confused and when he realizes it he's welcome back here."
"Then I guess Blaine isn't coming back." I sighed.
"I'm going to my office." John said walking out the door. He stopped short and looked over his shoulder. "I love you Robin." he whispered.
I didn't say anything. I shut the door behind him and curled up on the bed.
Author's Note: I am so sorry guys. It's been forever. Honestly writing is the last thing on my mind right now. Basically, one of my best friends is suicidal and she's my main concern right now. I'm not breaking my promise about finishing this story but right now it's on a break. Not for too long but for a while. Thank you guys for reading and I hope you'll stick with me. If you guys ever need anybody to talk to I'm here. Love each and every one of you.
-Bailey