Dear Journal, 

Mr. Anderson came into the shop today. 

I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me. He has always been unfailingly polite to me, but never more than that. He will speak to me when necessary, but sometimes I can feel him eyeing my more flamboyant outfits, and I never really got the impression he takes me seriously as a man. 

I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me, but it does. He’s Blaine’s father and for all his faults, Blaine loves him, so I want him to accept me. Since I’m planning to be with Blaine for as long as he’ll have me, it would be nice if his dad and I could get along. 

I had just finished up on Mrs. Burke’s engine repair when I saw him walk up to the front desk. Apparently, he’d come in to have his car detailed, and while that sort of thing is usually left to the newbies, Finn had just left to take his break, so I decided to step in. 

It took a few seconds for him to recognise me, since I usually don’t walk around in grease stained overalls, but I just offered him my hand (after I had cleaned it of course) and showed him where to park his car. 

Mr. Anderson had a pensive look on his face, and while one unexpected encounter might not be enough to change his perspective, I hope that this will make him see me as more than just the stereotypical image he has.  

I am more than just my high pitched voice or sense of style. Yes, I like boys and fashion and musical theatre. But I also like watching Formula 1 with my dad and fixing cars, and I am damn good at that too. 

Maybe someday, the world will see that I am not a box. That there are more than four sides to me. 

~ Kurt