“Do you mind if we go somewhere more quiet?” I asked him, then realizing that it sounded stupid coming from me. “I mean, a place more private.” I added.
“I got that, Blaine.” Kurt said with a cocky grin. “Do you know anywhere we could go?” He asked.
“I have the perfect place. Come on. You are still my transportation.” I joked.
We both got up from our seats, leaving our unfinished coffee and we made our way to Kurt’s car.

I gave him directions to a small park near my house. We walked a bit through the bushes until we reached to a little haven in the shape of a circle. The area was full of flowers. It was heaven.

“Blaine, this is incredible! How did you find this place?” Kurt asked me.
“Well, you know I used to run away?” I asked him. Of course, he knew from the bulling. Kurt just nodded. “One day I ran here and it’s been my place ever since.”
“Well, it’s beautiful.” Kurt told me.
“Just like you.” I slipped out. My cheeks were flushing and I looked up to see him smiling. Kurt grabbed my hand. “So, there is something you’d like to tell me?”
“Yeah, I just don’t know how to begin.” I said nervously. Kurt looked at me sympathetically. “It’s ok, Blaine.” He said, trying to calm me down. “You can take your time. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thanks Kurt. It’s just, I care about you so much and this is a really dark past for me. It’s hard. I want you to know, but I’m scared you will think of me differently and such.” I admitted to him.
“Blaine. Nothing will make me think different of you. I have never felt this close to a person before and I know you telling me this is a big step, but please trust me, you are so important to me.” Kurt argued.

“Ok, well obviously I was born deaf. I have never heard a single sound in my life. I was always the odd kid who had to get everything I needed to learn on paper. Pretty much at school I was always the freak. Elementary school was the easiest to ignore, I mean everyone was young and all they did was yell at me and give me wedgies and shoved me. You know simple bullying techniques, which in my case, are easy to be ignored. I was always wondering why I was different. Why I was a freak comparing to my sister and the rest of the children growing up around me. I thought I had done something bad or maybe I was just wrong. Especially when I was younger, the question was trapped in my mind. It seemed my only friend was my journal, which I wrote in everyday.” I had begun. Kurt nodded slowly understanding my pain and squeezing my hand every now and then.

“Then middle school and high school came and the bullying came out more violent. At first it was only because I was different from them because of my disability and no one knew I was gay yet. I was forced to come out at thirteen because a boy in my class had stolen my journal and outed me in front of everyone. If I though the bullying was violent before, I had no idea what hit me.” I continued. I felt my voice shaking but I had to let Kurt know. I want him to know me. All of me.
“In High school, times began getting quite hard. I was locked in closets for hours unend, I was bashed daily, I was thrown and locked in dumpsters and portable toilets. Who knows how I actually got my grades that I had. But anyway, all of this shit was getting to me and I came quite depressed.” I admitted.

I saw Kurt’s facial expression change from understanding to shock.

“I began harming myself everyday I came home from school injured, which was every day really. I didn’t just cut myself. I burnt myself, took pills, and began taking all kinds of drugs for a while as well as drinking. Looking back, I was a complete different person. I had no one to talk to so I put my negativity into these things. I couldn’t let my parents find out or they’d be disappointed and heartbroken.”

“But, your arms look untouched.” Kurt chimed.
“I wasn’t stupid. You’d freak if you saw my legs. It’s all scars.” I told him.
“I’m so sorry Blaine, you shouldn’t have gone through this. You are such a beautiful person.” I couldn’t hold back the tears as they began flowing.
“Let me finish the story Kurt.”
He gave me a look as if he was saying ‘there’s more?’

“ One day about a year and a half ago. I overdosed on drugs. It was lucky how quick someone found me and took me to hospital so they could pump it out of my system otherwise I would be dead.”

Kurt was now crying. “Blaine…”
“It was a while ago Kurt, I’m fine now. Not taking anything I promise.” I assured him. “However, I’m still not done.”
“Oh, Blaine.”

“I was soon put into therapy. I still go now and then but not as much because I’m doing much better. The therapy helped me talk out all my anger and gave me strategies to do things when I was feeling down. It took me a while to get where I am now, but halfway through it came crushing down, once again. I was walking home from my therapy sessions one day; they were only a couple of streets away from my house. I was ganged up on, by the four biggest jocks in my school, who seemed to follow me there that afternoon. If I thought the torment I was getting before was horrible, this was much much worse!”

“I don’t remember a lot of it though because I blacked out from a concussion, but I do remember the pain and agony. When I woke up in hospital I was almost dead. So many bones were broken, including my ribs and I had a bad case of internal bleeding. To be honest that is not the worst part. They had a knife, the bullies, and they did some pretty gruesome things to me, like I was a toy.”

Kurt’s face was heartbreaking. I knew this story would lose him. I just knew it.
“Blaine, what did they do?” He asked.

“Well, you know they stabbed me here and there and gave me a massive scar in words implanted on my chest.” I revealed.
“Blaine. Take off your shirt.” Kurt said, wiping away his tears.
“What?” I asked.
“Take of your shirt.” He demanded.
“No, you can’t see it.” I replied.
“Blaine Anderson, you listen to me! Take of your shirt right now or I’ll never speak to you again!”
“Fine.” I mumbled.

I slowly peeled the shirt away from my skin revealing the gruesome and ugly scars on my chest. Once Kurt saw the words on me, I couldn’t look at him. I was crying. Harder then I had in a long time.

I felt Kurt grab my face, so I could look at him.

“Blaine, look at me. You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my whole entire life. You are so strong and you are my idol. I can’t believe you thought this story would make you lose me, if anything it has got me closer to you. I want to be there to help you get through everything. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to do everything with you. But first you have to believe me when I tell you how gorgeous and perfect you are to me.”

“ You really think that about me?” I asked him, weakly.
“Yes, Blaine. I really do. More then anything.”
“You don’t think I’m an ‘oblivious fag’?” I asked referring to the scar on my chest. “ You are none of the sort. You are a perfect human being, who has suffered in life and has overcome everything.” Kurt told me.
“Do you find me attractive, Kurt? “ I asked. “I mean, even my body with all the scars?”
“Yes, I think you are the most attractive, beautiful and sexiest person I have laid my eyes on. The scars just prove everything you have been through in life and as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours.”

I smiled at him and put my shirt back on. “Thank you, Kurt.” I told him, “I’ve never been able to tell anyone about my past. And to be honest I’m so glad you are the first. I mean you say all these nice things about me when the truth is you are so much more generous and beautiful and sexy and amazing then I am. Your positivity is always what is getting me through. You have stayed in the same school, gotten bullied and overcome it. You have given me friendship and something even more between you and me. I can’t wait to explore my life with you because I want to be with you forever because you are now a part of me.”

“Blaine?”
“Yes, Kurt?”
“Kiss me.” It wasn’t a question.
I leaned in and pressed my forehead against his. I cupped his face, staring into those beautiful glass eyes of his. He takes my breath away. I leaned in once more and captured his lips with my own. I have never felt as strong or amazing or whole in my life until this very moment.

Kurt’s lips were all I needed. This kiss wasn’t out of lust. It was about being connected with one another. About acceptance. About caring for one another. About love. We both knew it. The kiss, itself was incredible, like a million fireworks exploding at the speed of light, as our lips attached. Once, our lips separated I felt the sudden need to attach them again.

“Kurt, let me take you out on Friday night.” I told him.
“Anything.” He said, before attaching his lips back to mine.

I know it was too soon to tell Kurt I loved him, but I swear it’s true. And I will tell him on Friday night. This boy completes me and I know that I will never be able to live without him.