"So apparently my brain can't act normal. I have to write again. I met the cutest and most handsome guy in my life today and according to my amazing gay-dar, he was gay. At least, I hope so. Oh, who cares, I'm probably never going to see him anyway. I need to focus on Regionals now, since we're competing against the "Warblers"? Never heard of it. I think it's a really weird name, but the New Directions are doing great so I hope we actually have a shot at winning this thing. It's my last year and I would love to go to Nationals in Chicago. This evening I'm finally going to meet Blondie, aka Blaine. I'm pretty positive that he will be blond. I've seen his dad and with that kind of hair, your son can't be dark-haired. It's genetically impossible. Unless his mom is from Kenya or whatever. But I doubt that. Come to think of it, I've never seen his mom before. She probably has this really busy job or something. Okay I'm starting to write like Finn now, so I'm just going to stop writing. I will never open this diary again. Ever."

I was so nervous. I don't think I had ever been this nervous before a meeting. Mostly because Blondie probably already knew everything about me, including my sexuality, but also because I think it's really, really weird that I had never seen him around before. So when my dad and Finn called me because we had to go, I felt myself trembling. I never tremble. I am never scared, I mean, I get beaten up a lot at school, so why would I worry about Blondie? I shook the thought out of my head and went to my dad and Finn. We walked to the Andersons in complete silence. It felt like someone had died and we were going to see the dead body to identify it.

We finally got to the house and my dad knocked on the front door. I heard a movement and the door opened. I saw a tiny woman, who looked Asian, and Mr. Anderson himself.

Both of them smiled and, who I assumed to be Mrs. Anderson, said, 'Please, come in!' She seemed really nice and she had a nice smile. Burt half-hugged Joe and kissed Mrs. Anderson on her cheek.

'Finn, Kurt, these are Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Joe and Laila,' My dad said. I nodded and shook their hands.

'It's great to finally meet you guys,' Mrs. Anderson said.

I smiled, 'It's great to meet you too, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.' They laughed and told me to call them by their first names.

As soon as we entered the living room, I was impressed. These people had a great taste.

'Your house is amazing!' I exclaimed, 'Who has designed all the things in here?'

Laila smiled and said, 'Blaine, our son, has done that. I'm just going to get him from his room, I'll be right back, make yourself at home.' Finn and I nodded and sat on the couch. I was shocked that Blondie had done this. Their living room looked like it got out of some kind of magazine. I decided that the guy had an amazing taste. At that moment, Blondie walked towards me and my jaw dropped. It was the guy from the Lima Bean who had smiled at me! I couldn't believe it. He seemed to recognize me and walked towards me with his hand extended.

I shook it and he smiled, 'I think that I've seen you the other day. I'm Blaine.'

'Y-yeah, I believe I've s-seen you too,' I stuttered, completely shocked. Thank God Joe and Laila didn't notice anything, but Finn did. He had a weird look on his face before Blaine turned to him.

'Then you must be Finn,' he said, sounding less interested. I looked at Blaine and saw that he had a great clothing taste as well, since he was obviously wearing designer clothes.

Suddenly Finn's phone rang and he excused himself, before answering. I stood there awkwardly with Blaine watching me. I cleared my throat and waited for that goddamn Finn to show up.

Blaine kept watching me and suddenly asked, 'Where do you go to school?' I told him that I went to McKinley High School in Lima and asked him something about the boarding school he was attending.

'I go to Dalton Academy in Westerville,' he told me, 'I was bullied in high school, Lima East, so I transferred to Dalton. I joined the Warblers, a show choir group and it's an amazing school and it's really safe.' He looked sad though, so I asked him why he transferred, because I was really curious.

'I am gay, so I went through a lot of bullying, even when I hadn't come out yet.' So he was gay, at least my gay-dar wasn't off. I smiled, but suddenly realized that he looked at me with a weird expression.

'Oh my God,' I said, 'I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh at that story, I just was wondering when I saw you in the Lima Bean if you were gay and it turned out I was right!'

He smiled, 'Is your gay-dar that amazing? A lot of people don't notice because of the blazers.'

'I am gay, so I guess it's easier for me to see if people are…' He laughed, but his expression was surprised.

'So you are gay? I didn't see that coming.'

'Yeah well, I didn't expect you to be my neighbour. We had the same problem in high school, so if we had met before, maybe we could have helped each other.'

Suddenly, I realized what I just said and I blushed, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just would have been nice to have known about you before…'

He smiled reassuringly. 'I know, I would have liked that too. We could go for coffee, right? Get to know each other a bit better…' I nodded and grabbed my cell phone.

'Could you please add your number?' I asked, not sure if it was appropriate. He nodded and typed in his number.

'I'll text you and you'll have mine too.'

I saw that my dad was about to leave, so I said goodbye to Blaine and Mr. and Mrs. Anderson and left with him and Finn, who seemed to be done calling.