Kurt rolled his eyes. “Yes, Finn. It’s hard not to notice a bunch of vans outside the house.”

“Chill dude, Burt just told me to tell you that you’re going to have to go over there later and welcome them. He said that you do a good job with that kind of stuff. Oh, and Mom wants you to bake something for them too.”

“Ok, ok. I will don’t worry.” Kurt sighed.

Finn left the room and Kurt returned to his Vogue issue. His mind drifted to thoughts about the new neighbors. Are they old? Do they have young kids? Do they have kids my age? Worse, do they have a teenage boy my age that will torment me? Kurt shuddered at the thought.

Once he was finished flipping through his magazine he reluctantly got up and went downstairs. His dad was sitting in his recliner watching the game with Finn and Carole was in the kitchen starting on dinner.

“Carole, why didn’t you call me down to help you?” Kurt asked his stepmother.

“Oh honey, it’s all right, you have to start baking for the Anderson’s anyways.”

“The Anderson’s? That’s the new family moving in across the street?”

“Yes honey, your father and I went over there earlier and introduced ourselves. They have a son Finn and yours age. He seems like a nice enough boy.”

Shit. Well isn’t that fantastic. Another boy his age to bully him.

“Oh, well I guess I’ll start baking and go over and introduce myself later. What do you think I should make?”

Finn walked into the kitchen during the tail end of his sentence. “Make your white chocolate brownies, dude. They’re awesome.”

Carole laughed and nodded her head in agreement with her son.

Both son and mother walked out of the kitchen and left Kurt to his thoughts. He started walking around the room collecting the ingredients he would need to start baking. When everything was set and ready to go, he started.

The only time Kurt can feel completely calm is when he’s baking. If the bullies at school get to be too much, he bakes. If the drama in Glee club becomes too much to handle, he bakes. It must be why Finn likes annoying me so much, Kurt thought.

With the brownies baking in the oven, Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. Memories flash before him of all the times he’s been taunted and pushed into lockers, and slushied by the football team.

By now, it was a regular occurrence for Kurt to come home with a ruined shirt or a couple bruises forming. He’s learned by now to keep an extra set of clothes in his locker, and ways to hide himself from his dad.

The last thing the boy wants is to have his dad end up back in the hospital after finding out exactly how extensive Kurt’s bullying problem is. Finn and New Directions know what’s going on, but they don’t really help him out. Sure, half of them get slushied too, but none of them have it as bad as Kurt does.

“I just hope that this new kid isn’t like the jocks at McKinley.” Kurt murmured under his breath.

The timer on the oven went off and Kurt got up to take out the brownies. When they cooled enough, Kurt cut them up into equal squares and placed them into a container.

Here goes nothing.

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Blaine Anderson was anything but your stereotypical teenage boy. He wasn’t a star athlete, he didn’t go out on dates with tons of girls, and he most definitely did not sleep with them either.

In fact, Blaine Anderson was as gay as they come.

Although, he didn’t look the part. With his curly brown hair, handsome face, and toned body, he looked like every other boy his age. His interests on the other hand, completely out of the ordinary.

Music was Blaine Anderson’s life. Without music he wouldn’t breathe. Without music he wouldn’t be happy. This explains how he was Dalton Academies lead soloist in his Glee club, The Warblers. His love for the arts was quite large indeed. He knew every word to Rent and Wicked. He burst into song at random times, he’s even been known to sing in the middle of a class.

Besides music, Blaine was just a plain old geek. He could quote Harry Potter and The Lord Of The Rings. The bookshelf in his room, well his old room, had been overflowing with all different types of literature.

Blaine Anderson was different. And he didn’t mind one bit.

The one thing he did mind was leaving his comforting hallways of Dalton. The school had become a safe haven for him. The one place where he didn’t have to worry about being judged and was loved. But the saying goes,
‘All good things come to an end’.

When his parents came to him the month before and told him they were moving away from Westerville, and to Lima, Ohio, you could say Blaine was less than pleased.

He’d have to say goodbye to David and Wes and the rest of the Warblers that have become some of his closest friends at Dalton.

He was moving to Public School.

McKinley High to be exact.

Blaine and Public school didn’t exactly go well together. Not that the boy was the snobby rich kid, but being gay just didn’t work out for him at his old school.

So it was safe to say that Blaine was not happy at all about the move.

Today was the day that he was moving into his new house with his parents. He had boarded at Dalton, so packing up his room at the house in Westerville wasn’t hard for him.
Boxes in hand, Blaine started moving his belongings into his new room on the second floor. His parents were directing the movers downstairs as to where everything was to be put.

Just like them not to do anything without help, Blaine thought.

His parents were very supportive with Blaine and his sexuality, but they weren’t home very often, traveling for business a lot. His parents were attorneys in one of Ohio’s biggest firms. Their move was entirely based on them running the new office set up in Lima.

“Blaine, honey, come downstairs for a minute please.” His mother called up the stairs.

Blaine stopped emptying the box of his clothes and sighed as he got up. Walking towards the stairs, Blaine couldn’t help but wonder what was so important for him to be called downstairs.

As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he noticed his parents were standing in the kitchen at the counter laughing at something someone else had said. The voice Blaine had heard was male, but strangely musical. And the laugh the followed couldn’t be described as anything but angelic.

He entered the kitchen and immediately saw the boy standing there. He had to be the most beautiful boy Blaine had ever seen in his life. His soft chestnut hair framed his pale gorgeous face. His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue, like the ocean. The boy standing in his kitchen was taller than Blaine, and his body had not gone unnoticed. If only I could see his ass, Blaine thought shaking his head.

“Oh there you are Blaine, honey, this is Kurt. Kurt Hummel. He lives across the street. He brought over some delicious brownies that you must try dear!” Mrs. Anderson
explained.

At this, the boy, Kurt, looked up and straight into Blaine’s eyes. Blaine felt as if he was going to melt at the sight.

“Hey Kurt, I’m Blaine. It’s nice to meet you, and I can’t wait to try these brownies of yours my mother is going on about.” Blaine said with a smile.

Kurt blushed and Blaine thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Oh, well if your reaction is anything like my stepbrothers, I’m sure you will be begging for more.”

The boys and the Andersons laughed at Kurt’s joke and conversation got started from there.

Blaine listened as his parents started asking Kurt questions about his family and parents. Kurt explained all about how he lives with his Dad, stepmother, and stepbrother, how his dad owned a tire shop downtown and how he goes to McKinley High.

At this, I perked up suddenly. I will be going to school with this beautiful boy, Blaine thought, dreaming about all the times they will get to see each other.

“I’m sure that my parents would love for the three of you to join us for dinner one night before school gets started, how about tomorrow night?” Kurt asked.

“That sounds great.” Mr. Anderson told Kurt.

“Wonderful, I’ll tell my parents and will see you all tomorrow at 6. Goodnight.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Blaine offered quickly, which both his parents noticed and grinned at. He’ll be hearing about this later.

As the boys headed towards the door, an awkward silence blanketed them.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow night Blaine.” Kurt said awkwardly.

“Tomorrow.” Blaine said with a smile as he watched the angel walk out the door.

When the door was closed, Blaine fell against it and sighed.

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Kurt got back to his house and collapsed against his bedroom door after telling his parents about tomorrow night’s plans.

Blaine Anderson had to be the most gorgeous human being Kurt had ever met. When his warm hazel eyes met Kurt’s, he felt as if time had stopped.

All of Kurt's doubts of Blaine being like the jocks at McKinley were erased with that one look.

Tomorrow night could not come quick enough for either boy.