Welcome to my Life - Chapter 2 "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?" We sat in a small, worn booth in the Lima Bean. A few people lingered in line while couples chatted next to students with too much work as they slaved over their notebook. I finally looked into Kurt's eyes. There was sympathy, no. Empathy. Taking a deep breath before responding. "I'm guessing you have an idea. Am I right?" Across the table, Kurt placed down his coffee and laughed. A smile hung on his face companied with a gleam in his eyes. "I think I get the feeling. May I ask what happened at your old school by chance?" His eyes pleaded with the request. I felt oddly safe and confer table with him. Like an old friend I never had. I weighed my options. Make a friend or an enemy. "I had to repeat my sophomore year." Kurt nodded silently. "In the end of my freshman year, I can out publicly. So they decided to give me a surprise in the beginning of the sophomore year." Kurt sat wide eye at the horror about to be revealed. "I can't get into detail but I was in a coma for six months and had twenty seven different broken bones." Kurt gasped and grabbed my hand. He spoke softly," That's awful."� My mind flashed scenes of the attack. The blood and the names. I couldn't deal with it so I stopped breathing. Kurt noticed and rushed to sit next to me. "Blaine, you're here. I'm right here. You're safe." He continued to speak reassuring things in my�ear. After a few moments, I returned back to normal and felt embarrassed. "I'm so sorry.� Just some horrible memories." Blaine had a faint blush casted over his cheeks. I ducked my head into my chest.� I still noticed that our hands were still clasped. "Hey, hey keep your head high." Kurt took his hand and lifted Blaine's chin up to him. He starred into his eyes. Both boys' faces were inches apart. Kurt broke the silence. " You've been through hell and back. Don't be embarrassed. You have courage for telling that." The boys held that position for what it felt like years but a mere few seconds. Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine up. "So," Blaine gathered his and Kurt's coffee. "Where do you live?" —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— "So here we are." Kurt pulled into Blaine's driveway. His house was a pearly white, modern day Victorian home. The cobblestone pathway was surrounded by purple lilacs, leading to the front porch that holds three wicker chairs. Both boys were reluctant for Blaine to leave the SUV. "You'll text me, right?" Blaine asked timidly. His eyes searched Kurt for a reaction. Kurt smiled softly, "Of course. See you tomorrow." They exchanges waves and Blaine walked up to his house.� Best first day ever. -—-—--—-—-—-—-—-— Blaine opened the door gingerly. He toed of his shoes and placed his backpack on the chair. He sighed and entered the kitchen. A few moments later, he exited with an apple and made his way to his bedroom. He turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. He is apple slipped from his soft grip and hit the ground with a think. "Sir, I thought you were still on the business trip in California till Sunday?" My father wore a stern look that could kill. He was never spontaneous. "Pick up that apple boy!" I dropped to my knees and scrimmaged up the apple pieces. I stood up with the broken pieces. "How'd the first day of school go?" "Good sir." I really wanted to get this over with. He didn't hate his father but he didn't exactly enjoy his company. My father didn't think being 'gay is ok' so I get all my support from my mom. My dad never hit me but he did curse slangs at me on a normal bases.� "Make sure all your chores are done as well as homework before dinner. Do I make myself clear?" His posture has yet to falter. He had to always keep everything business like. Nothing personal because how people see you is more important.� "Yes sir," I respond with a nod. I made my way up the stair to my room. I slumped onto my bed, letting happy thoughts of Kurt and glee club clutter my head. He didn't feel uneasy about telling Kurt. He felt there was some scars that Kurt hide. But he didn't have scars like Blaine's. Kurt just had to put on a different smile every day. I had a different shirt. Long sleeved and bulky. Hiding everything.� -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— "Hello sweetie, how was school?" My mother returned from work and she order take out. Whenever Blaine had something special or out of the ordinary, we would order Chinese takeout. My father would always take his dinner to his study. Even though I didn't like his harsh words, he avoiding me felt horrible too. I grinned, not able to forget the blue eyed boy which he seemed to take a liking. "It was great�mum. I joined glee club and made some friends. My classes were easy but it was really good!" My teeth flashed a glimmering white. The older women exchange an equally exited smile. "Honey, that's great. I'm proud of you." We talked about everything under the stars. My mom leaned in, "So," she started, getting my attention. "Did you see any cute boys," the women laughed. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I didn't responded and my mom let out a soft scream. "What's his name? Is he cute? Is he tall or your height?" My mom threw me questions, interrogating me on, "Kurt. His names Kurt." My mother's eyes told me to continue. "He is a few inches taller than. He has these beautiful blue eyes and a charming smile. He wears amazing outfits. Like Alexander McQueen Junior outfits. Amazing," I breathed out with a sigh.� "Well," my mom stood up from the table. She took a few dishes. While walking out, she says in a sing-song tone, "Someone has a crush." I finished up cleaning up from dinner and retreated to my room. I picked up my phone from the charger and looked for Kurt's name in my contacts. Blaine Anderson 7:39 PM - Hey :) Kurt Hummel 7:41 PM - Hi Blaine Blaine Anderson 7:42 PM - Just ate Chinese! Delicious: P Kurt Hummel 7:43 PM - Lucky, even though it's really bad for your skin. Blaine laughed to himself. He continued the conversation until Kurt told him that he needed to go to bed. Because he needs beauty sleep.� I continued to read my book, Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. Even though he didn't have homework on this, he loved the story.� He finished his math homework while texting. Blaine decided to go to bed early for the normal teenager but after Blaine's accident, he grew more tired easier. Blaine put his phone in the charger, collected his stuff for school and bookmarked his book. He didn't dream, which was a blessing. Most nights he would have nightmares of the simplest things even. He slept all the through the night. -—-—–—-—-— The last three weeks have been amazing.� Glee club was preparing for regionals next month. I wasn't here for sections but what I heard there was a lot of Rachel. Rachel has an amazing voice and is really skilled for a sixteen year old. Even though Rachel was self-centered, I could easily see past that. If I wasn't hanging out with Kurt, it was with Rachel. I guess currently Quinn is dating Finn who dated Rachel before but was with Quinn first who got pregnant last year with Noah's baby and said it was Finn's. Rachel likes Finn. Saturday Night, Kurt, Rachel, Tina, Mercedes, and I were at Rachel's having a sleepover. Did you know Rachel had two gay dad?!? Cool, anyway we watch The Phantom of the Opera. During the movie, Rachel piped with her opinion, "Pick up Raoul already. He's the best character." The girls along with Kurt nodded with agreement. "No, I think the Phantom is best character," Blaine counter argued. Rachel faced Blaine with a critical look. Tina pause the movie and they were spectators to the brawl about to be unleash. "No no no no, Raoul is the best character. He is right for Christine and really good looking." Rachel waited for my response which I was more than glad to give her. "Incorrect. Sorry," Blaine shrugged. "The phantom is a beautiful person. Looks are not important. Yes better looks are preferred but your character is better. Also the ending does work but I like the Phantom with Christine better. There is a lover -lover, teacher-student dynamic that makes a mountain to climb over by love is worth fighting for. You only have one soul mate." The girls as well as Kurt looked at Blaine in amazement. Was Blaine perfect human or was he just an angel that can't exist? I'll have to think about that later. Rachel looked at Blaine with adoration, "You're totally right. Let's finish the movie." Rachel played the movie and Rachel and Blaine followed the character. As for the others, they exchanged wide eyed glances. Rachel never backed down on an argument. Even if she knew she wasn't right. The move ended and we made bed. The girls on the king size bed and Kurt and Blaine on the floor.� In the middle of the night, Kurt woke up with a kick. Ready to scold Mercedes, then realizing it was Blaine. He writhed in pain, the same look casted apon his face. Kurt also notices Blaine was sweating and mumbling words, unclear, under his breath. Kurt shook gingerly at first but then more rapid each motion. Blaine bolted straight up and panting. His eyes looked dazed. "Kurt, they're going to get me. There coming. There coming!" I ran my hand up and down his back, trying to sooth him. "Your safe, you're with me. You're ok." I repeated those woods until Blaine fell asleep curled up next to him. Why did he have to look to beautiful right now? -—-—-—-—-— I went home Sunday morning. I was greeted with my mother making lunch. She didn't realize I was there until I startled her by saying, "Good Afternoon Mum." My mother turned quick on her heels and gasped, placing a hand on her hand on her heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that," the older women scolded. "You know better. I'm too old for that," my mother laughed, teasing. "Mom, you're not old, you're like thirty two right?" Blaine teased back. With a wink, he walked next to her, preparing the salad. A few moments of relaxed conversation, I set the table with plates and silverware while my mom dished out lunch, a salad with homemade clam chowder. We discussed the sleepover to school right back to Broadway stars.� I help my mum clean up and receded to my room. I spent the rest of the day texting Kurt and surfing the Internet.� I couldn't wait for the new week ahead.