Until next time
- Kurt

I closed the journal and stared out of the window. The Warbler commons were deserted, so I could read in peace. These entries were always the hardest for me, because I just wanted to go back and tell him that his high school career, while a little rocky at times, turned out to sound like a pretty awesome time.

I often wonder what it would be like if Kurt had come to Dalton. He wouldn't have had to put up with all the crap he had been put through. He wouldn't have been tortured by Karofsky and the other football thugs. He would have been respected and admired if I had anything to do with it.

At the same time, Kurt needed McKinley. It was through the New Directions that Kurt seemed to discover his dreams and it was the place where he made his first real friends.

The Warblers were awesome and I was proud to be one of them, but for someone like Kurt, they would probably be stifling. Kurt seemed to be the kind of person who needed daily drama, love triangles and gossip to propel him forward. There was very little of that in the Warblers.

"What's that you're reading?" said a voice from the opposite end of the room, making me jump and drop the diary.

"Bas, you scared me," I said, retrieving the dropped book as Sebastian, my boyfriend, walked over to where I was seated.

"Sorry, Babe," he said, sitting on the arm of the sofa and capturing my lips in a quick kiss. "That wasn't my intention alt all."

I smiled. Sebastian really was perfect. Maybe he was a little controlling at times, but he had promised to be better about that and honestly he made up for it in so many other ways that it didn't really matter.

"So what are you reading?" asked Sebastian, eying the journal curiously.

"Just an old diary," I replied. It was the truth... technically.

"Yours?" Sebastian asked with a small grin.

"Y-yeah," I said. Okay, so not the truth.

"Well, you better not leave it lying around. You know these Warblers. Secrets aren't secrets for long."

"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied, not adding that I would rather die than lose one of these diaries.

We were quiet for a while. I considered for a while whether I should put the journal in my bag or not, seeing as how it was causing awkward conversations, but before I could take any kind of action, Sebastian broke the silence.

"So how's Pop holding up?" he asked.

"He seems okay, all things considered," I said with a shrug. "We don't talk much. Even less now."

"And how are you holding up?" he asked, looking seriously into my eyes.

"I'm... I'm alright," I said.

"Really?" he asked raising a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Yeah, well I'm not going to go skipping through a field of daffodils," I said bluntly, "but I'm getting through it."

Sebastian opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, boys in blazers and striped ties began to fill the room. He closed his mouth again and instead gave me a small smile as if to say that he would talk to me more after Warbler rehearsal. I smiled back to show him that I understood.

As I sat behind the council desk, however, I couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. I knew that my full and undivided attention should be focussed on Sebastian, seeing as how we had been together for nearly a year now, but the discovery of Kurt's diaries had changed everything and I was a confused mess when it came to my feelings.

Like always, instead of confronting my feelings and emotions, I pushed them to the back of my mind. There would be plenty of time to deal with them later. And even if I didn't deal with them later, they would surely just go away?

The next few days proved me totally wrong.

"Blaine?" came my dad's voice from the study. It was strange because my dad didn't normally like to be disturbed when he was working in his study. Curious, I entered the room cautiously, not quite sure what was going on.

"You called, Dad?" I asked nervously. We hadn't spoken more than 'hi' and 'bye' since before Mom had left.

"I need you to take the Chevy to get its tyres sorted out," he said shortly. "I left the check on the counter."

"Right," I said, slightly disappointed that that was all Dad wanted from me. "Of course I'll go do that. Thanks, Dad."

Dad didn't say anything – just nodded to show that he had heard me before going back to his work.

I went upstairs to change from my uniform to my everyday clothes before grabbing the envelope containing the check and climbing into my dad's Chevy. There was only one tyre shop in Lima and even though I couldn't quite remember the name of it, I knew where it was because I passed it on the way too school almost every morning.

My heart skipped a beat when I reached the shop and read the painted words on the wall outside.

Hummel's Tyre and Lube

Hummel

Could this be the shop he was always talking about in his journals? Was it a tyre shop? How common was the surname 'Hummel' anyway?

My suspicions were confirmed when a ridiculously tall man in blue overalls came to greet me outside.

You could see that he had aged at least ten years since the picture, but there was no mistaking that face.

"Good afternoon, Sir," he said, extending an enormous hand for me to shake. "How can I help you? My name's Finn."

It was the Finn from the photo from Kurt's diary.