A 21 year old man in a Jeep Cherokee is parked on the side of the Interstate with the motor running. The car is packed with boxes, duffel bags, blankets, pillows, and a variety of sports equipment. Almost everything he owned was packed away in his Jeep. He puts his head against the steering wheel and closes his eyes. The man begins to sob. It was never meant to be this way. He never wanted it to get out. He knew his parents wouldn't want anything to do with him. He knew he shouldn't have been upset though. It was him. It was who he was and nothing would change that. He was about an hour from his house and called the number.
“Hello?” the voice on the other line answered.
“Kurt...”
“Blaine? What's wrong? are you okay?”
“They found out Kurt...after 4 years they found out.”
“Who? And found out what?”
“My parents...they found out about us, Kurt. My dad kicked me out and told me to leave and never come back.”
“Blaine. I'm so sorry. Where are you? Do you need me to get you?”
“No. I'm about an hour from New York City. I'll be there as soon as possible.”
“Okay. Blaine, I'm so sorry. If you need anything at all please don't hesitate to call. I'll be waiting here for you.”
“Thank you Kurt. I'll see you soon. I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
He hung up his phone and looked around. The sun was starting to go down so he decided to get going. He pulled onto the highway and just drove. He was only visiting his parents and packing the last boxes of his stuff to take back to New York City to their new apartment with Kurt. He was going to eventually go through it all and get rid of some unimportant stuff. When his phone started ringing, it snapped him out of his thoughts. It was his older sister, Blaire.
“Blaire?” he asked. She hadn't called him in months and all of a sudden she did.
“Hi Blaine. I wanted to see if you were okay. Mom called me and told me what happened. She's not mad at you Blaine and wants you to come home. Dad's gone, she said. He went out for the night.”
“It's too late Blaire. I'm done. If they don't like it then too bad. I won't go back.”
The tears started rolling down his already wet and chapped cheeks. He couldn't stand it.
“Where are you going?”
“To Kurt's. I'm about an hour away. I have everything I need.”
“I'm actually up here now, working on a play. Tell me where he lives and I'll meet you there.”
Blaine gave her the address and hung up. He loved his sister but she never kept in touch with him. She knew him and Kurt were together for years though and supported them both and never told their parents. He took the exit he needed and pulled up to the high rise apartments where Kurt and him now lived. He went inside and took the elevator to the 6th floor and set off walking down the hall. He stopped in front of the apartment door. He opened it with his key that Kurt gave him before he left and walked inside. Kurt was sitting on the couch with a mug in his hand and looked up. Kurt put it down as quickly as he could without spilling the steaming coffee and ran to Blaine, enveloping him in a hug. Blaine melted into Kurt's arms and silently cried. He didn't want to let go but knew he had too. Glancing up, Blaine saw Blaire in the threshold of the door. She had the same black curls, just longer hair. She came over and hugged him tightly.
“I missed you little brother,” she said.
“I missed you too.”
He pulled away from her and looked down. Kurt took his hand in his and smiled.
“It's going to get better from here on out. We have each other and you're finally moving in. I couldn't have asked for more than this.”
Blaine took him in his arms again. Kurt always knew how to make him forget everything. From the twinkle in his eyes to the way he smiled. Kurt was perfection to him.
“Thank you. For everything,” Blaine said. Kurt just nodded and smiled.
“Can I help you get your stuff?” Kurt asked.
“I can get it. You don't need to help,” Blaine replied.
“Too bad. I'm helping anyway.”
“Me too,” Blaire said. They walked out and went to Blaine's car.
“You still have that Jeep?” Kurt asked.
“Yes. Why?”
“You can do a lot better you know. We'll go look for a new car for you when you're settled in,” Kurt said.
“I don't want a new car. Not right now at least. Anyway, I need to start work before I even look,” Blaine said.
“I can help you out until you start working. It won't be hard. I'm sure Blaire can get you a spot in the play.”
Noticing the contents in the Jeep Kurt let out an exclamation, “Wow! What's with all this sports stuff?”
“It was just from when I was younger. Most of my stuff is going anyway so don't worry.”
“It's okay Blaine. I'm just surprised I guess.”
Blaine laughed and grabbed his last duffel bag. They went back up to the apartment and put all of his stuff in the guest bedroom.
“Well, I need to be up early so I think I'm going to take off for the night. I'll see you at work Kurt. Blaine, you should come with him,” Blaire said. She gave Kurt a little hug and then embraced her little brother once again.
“See you tomorrow, Blaire,” Kurt said. She walked out and Kurt locked the door. He turned to Blaine who looked ready to cry again. Blaine gave Kurt a look similar to that of a puppy that had just been scolded and went to sit down on the couch. He put his head in his hands and tried not to start crying again.
“Are you okay Blaine?” Kurt questioned, moving over to lean against his boyfriend.
“I don't know. A part of me is hurting and another part of me is numb. It's the worst feeling.”
“I know. It sucks, it really does but it will be okay. I promise,” Kurt said. He put his hand on Blaine's back and kissed away the single tear that was running down his face. Blaine turned to him and put his hand on Kurt's cheek.
“Thank you so much. For everything. You have no idea how much it means,” he said.
“Anytime. You know I'll always be here for you.”
Blaine's cell phone started ringing. Looking down, he read the name that popped up – it was his mother. He looked up at Kurt who nodded at him.
“Hi mom,” he said. “No. I'm not.”
Blaine's face looked pained and Kurt felt so bad for him. He got up and padded into the kitchen. He returned a few seconds later with a glass of water for the both of them.
“Mom, I'm sorry, It's over. I'm done. You should have said something while I was there. I'm not going to come back and try and talk it out. Dad needs to realize what he did. He wanted me gone and I'm gone. His wish came true. Nothing is going to change that now. So don't even try. If you want to see me then you can, but I don't want him anywhere near me...or Kurt,” he said. Even though Kurt was in the kitchen for most of Blaine's conversation to his mother, he heard every word. There was no explaining all of the emotions that were coursing through his body at the moment. He was so happy to have a father who accepted him for who he was. Kurt handed Blaine the glass as Blaine hung up the phone.
“Everything okay?” Kurt asked.
“My mom wants me to come back home and talk to my dad. I'm not going back though. I don't want to.”
“Are you going to talk to her? I thought she was okay with...you...”
“I will talk to her but I won't see her unless she comes here. I won't go near that house now.”
“Why don't you meet up with her tomorrow? I can go with you if you'd like.”
“It's okay Kurt. I'll call her tomorrow and set up something. What time do you need to go in tomorrow?”
“Early. About seven. You should join me tomorrow like Blaire said. Some parts are still in audition and you could sign up. I'm sure they'd take you.”
“I don't know. We'll see,” Blaine said.
“I hope you do come,” Kurt said. He leaned down and kissed Blaine softly on the lips. Blaine kissed him back a little more fervently and proceeded to pull Kurt down onto the couch. At this very moment things were perfect. And they would continue to be perfect, Blaine knew it.
“I love you Kurt. So very very much,” he said, his lips gently brushing Kurt's as he spoke.
“I love you too. Forever,” Kurt replied, reattaching his lips to Blaine's.