"Bad session?" Blaine addressed softly.

Kurt glared at him. "You have no fucken idea!" Kurt answered bitterly.

Everything was going great. It was a nice day, with the sun shining and birds chirping. Kurt woke up in a good mood, which was honestly pretty rare, seeing as most days Kurt awoke feeling blank or numb. He and Blaine made plans for after his session with Dr. Fitzgerald, which he thought would go pretty well. He's been making effort to be who he used to be. He went out from times to time, whether it was with Finn, or Rachel, the Warblers, or just Blaine alone. He helped Carole get everything together for dinner - setting the table and helping with the dishes. He even sat in the living room with his dad and Finn when some random sports game is on (even though he had no clue to what was going on).

He thought he was making progress, until Dr. Fitz-Crazy-Pants went on to say how he wasn't making enough effort and how if he wanted to make some real progress, he couldn't go half way. She even went as to say he wasn't even trying. Like being normal wasn't a big deal to him. Who the hell does that lady think she is! Just because she was a doctor, had tons of degrees, won awards, and wrote a book, didn't give her the right to judge him and say he wasn't giving enough effort.

Well, okay maybe it did, but that didn't matter! Everything was working fine for Kurt. Throwing him straight into the fire of his old life wouldn't make him come out to be any better; it would only making everything worse!

Huffing and puffing, Kurt stood in front of his house, debating whether or not he still wanted to hangout.

"Wanna talk about it?" Blaine suggested slowly.

"No. Not really. In fact, the only thing I wanna do right now is smash. Just, find a rock and throw is at something, and let it break."

Kurt reread his words in his head. That wasn't something he'd normally say. Especially when it came to "smashing" and "breaking". But in an instant, Kurt didn't care. His emotions were too much for him right now.

Looking back, he saw Blaine smiling widely, like he had a big secret he couldn't wait to tell.

"And what's with the grin?" Kurt demanded harshly. "What, did you just find your crush swimming naked or something? What!"

"I think I found the answer to your prayer." Blaine answered. Standing from the stoop, he walked passed Kurt and walked down to his car. "Come on!" He called, and Kurt reluctantly followed.

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"Are you going to tell me what we're doing or is it just gonna stay some hidden mystery?" Kurt glanced out his window for the eighth time, trying to figure out where they were. They weren't in Lima, that's for sure. Maybe the outskirts? There was nothing but grass and planes around. Is he taking me to Amish Country or something? Kurt pondered.

"You know, this could count as kidnapping." He added shortly.

Blaine laughed, giving him a small side glance. "You got into the car willingly, Kurt."

Sighing, Kurt went back to the window, trying to figure out what exactly Blaine was planning. About ten minutes later Blaine finally stopped. It wasn't at some random farm house or anything Kurt thought. Instead, he parked below a broken down, abandoned billboard. The picture featured a cartoon man and woman, which reminded Kurt of the "Mickey and Sylvia" video staring Ewan McGregor he saw a couple years back. Kurt looked around, wondering if maybe this was where they were parking and maybe the place was somewhere else, but there was nothing around them.

"So . . . this is it?" Kurt mused, disappointed.

"No," Blaine stated, looking up towards the billboard. "That is."

Without another word, Blaine made his way toward the base, and walked around to the ladder. He's crazy! Kurt thought.

"You're crazy!" He said aloud. "I'm not climbing up there! It looks like it's gonna collapse any second!"

Blaine laughed as he started to climb. "Don't be such a baby, Kurt! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I left it in another pair of jeans," Kurt said drolly.

"Well, I'm going up. When you decide to have some fun, come and join me."

Kurt huffed as Blaine made his way up until he was out of sight, behind the billboard. Kicking the ground, Kurt knew he had two options. Climb or steal the car and go home. Of course, that would make him the biggest dick on the planet, and besides, Blaine took his keys with them. Defeated, Kurt made his way to the ladder and started climbing up. The mental bars were old, but not rusty, and pretty sturdy, so they'd probably hold his weight.

When he got to the very stop, he clung to the side for dear life. "There. I'm here. Happy? Now why on earth did you-" Kurt's words died as he looked out, and his mouth formed a small "o" as he gasp.

Kurt had been to junkyards before, but nothing like this one. The cars seemed to go on for miles and miles; some old and rusty, others practically right off the lot. It was like junk car heaven.

"I found this place when I was in high school." Blaine explained. "It's my own private little get away."

"Blaine . . . This is amazing."

"I know right? So, tell me," Blaine turned behind him, grabbing something long and silver, "how is your golf swing?"

Turning towards his friend, Kurt saw that Blaine was holding two golf clubs, and beside him were several buckets of golf balls. Smiling, Blaine handed Kurt the club, and the two started swinging.

The game didn't last long, though it seemed it went on for hours. They laughed, pulled pranks, and told jokes, and stories. They even made a game in which who could hit the most windshields or side mirrors. They went on and on until they ran out of balls to hit. When they were finally finished, the two sat on the edge, watching as the sun went down. With the cars hitting the horizon, it looked as if it were a jungle of cars; something pulled straight out of The Lion King. Kurt chuckled to that thought, loving how even now he can make Disney references.

"It's beautiful." Kurt murmured, watching as the sky changed all different colors.

"It really is," Blaine sighed. "I amazes me how - out of all the problems going on in the world and how it can seem so ugly - there are still places that make the world look the way it should. Beautiful and misunderstood."

Kurt pondered on Blaine's words until a new thought came to him. A realization, of some sort.

"Oh man," Kurt muttered.

"What?"

"I just realized . . . This was one of the first times I actually laughed, in a really long time. Like, had fun and stuff." Kurt laughed dryly, shaking his head. "God, that's so pathetic."

"No, it's not." Blaine told him. "It's the start of something new. Something better."

Kurt smiled humbly. A real, cherishing smile. They stayed there for a few more moments before heading back to town. Before dropping Kurt off at home, the two made a deal to go to that billboard every once in a while and shoot some balls.

"Hope you don't mind sharing your nirvana." Kurt teased.

"Not as long as you don't mind splitting the golf ball bill." Blaine told him, smiling warmly.

After Blaine left, Kurt headed into the house. He was stopped by his father, who questioned him on where he was and who he was with. After giving Burt the information, Kurt went to his room. Burt remained in the kitchen, partly because he was getting a drink of water before bed, and partly because he was at awe.

Maybe it was due to his lite beer he had after dinner or maybe because he was tired, but he may have actually seen his son smile. Shaking his head, Burt went off to bed, deciding he'd dig deeper into this mystery tomorrow.