“No you don’t, please don’t go” Blaine said, almost begging, too happy to let their date end.

Trying change the blue eyed teacher’s mind, Blaine buried his face on Kurt neck planting kisses there that made the pale man almost moan.

“Ok. Blaine, you really have to stop that. We are in the middle of the street!” Kurt said, really fight against the urge of toss Blaine against his car and kiss him senseless.

“It’s still dark no one will see us…” Blaine said raising his head to meet Kurt eyes “Good things never happen to me Kurt, I just don’t want this end, I don’t want wake up alone and discover that this was just a dream.” Blaine confessed with a embarrassed smile. Blaine didn’t want to seem needy, he was just speaking his feeling out loud.

“Good things don’t happen to me either Blaine, and I also don’t want this end. You think that I am not afraid of waking up and discovering that this was just a dream? I am terrified because this date was so perfect, you are so perfect” Kurt whispered lacing their fingers together. To almost everyone Kurt was the small town fag, he was used to hate, no kindness, and to see the same feeling that he was having in Blaine’s eyes, almost made the blue eyed teacher sob with happiness.

“No I’m not… I am shattered and inexperienced and I…” The veteran began to talk, being taken again by his insecurities and fears. Blaine couldn’t believe his luck, he didn’t think that he deserved it, but fortunately, before he be drowned in his dark feelings, he was interrupt by Kurt.

The young teacher began plant light kisses on Blaine, first on his lips, then against the curve of his chin, on his cheek, on his nose and temple. Kurt was silently treasuring Blaine, showing how much he worth it, how every little part of him was special and desired.

“Stop talk about you like this. You are amazing Blaine, perfect.” Kurt spoke softly, his breath warm against Blaine’s neck.

Blaine wanted so badly believe Kurt, a huge part of him actually did, but he couldn’t help, inside of his mind there still was this little voice whispering that he was a failure, and a coward. “You are a failure, and a coward, how hard is it to tell your friends that you like other men. You are worthless and broken. No one will ever love you”

When the young teacher noticed the disbelief in Blaine eyes, his heart a broke little. Kurt knew that Blaine trusted him, but something in the veteran’s hazel eyes, led Kurt to believe that someone had destroyed Blaine’s self-esteem, making him incapable of seeing in his own, wonderful, qualities.

“I really have to go now, but I will call you tonight, after work. And please, Blaine, believe me, you are amazing, you are perfect” Kurt said running his fingers gently through Blaine’s curls, putting their foreheads closer and looking intensely into the hazel of his eyes.

Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt softly on the lips, simply enjoying the feeling of be wrapped in Kurt’s arms. He never thought that he would be able to have a moment like this with anyone, sharing his most private secrets and fears, being accepted regardless of his past or mistakes.

“You are the one that is perfect here Kurt Hummel. And, alright, you can go.” Blaine whimpered playfully rolling his eyes “I guess that I will have to get used to sharing you with those hyperactive little kids in your class.”

“Yeah I guess you will” Kurt teased before give Blaine one last kiss.

It was almost physical painful for the blue eyed teacher to ignore the aching gap that grew bigger and bigger in his chest as he walked away from Blaine.

XXXX

Hours after their farewell Blaine woke up in his bed. The bright of sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window announcing that was past 9 A.M., and that meant it was time to get out of bed.

Blaine yawned and stretched. For the first time in years, the veteran woke up feeling rested, refreshed. He had slept just a few hours, and he hadn’t even changed his clothes, but still, Blaine never felt better. The memory of his late date with Kurt still was fresh in his mind. Even his shirt smelled like the blue eyed teacher, making impossible for Blaine stop think about Kurt. Last night had been even more perfect than his dreams and fantasies, he had kissed Kurt Hummel, he had share a blanket with him, and he had held Kurt while watching the sunset, his dreams could even begin to compare to that.

Still smiling like a fool, Blaine went downstairs to eat a late breakfast. After grabbing some cereal he sat on the couch. His mother was probably working, so he had plenty time to just daydream about Kurt. Not that daydreaming about Kurt was really a choice by now, after their amazing date, Blaine couldn’t help it anymore, every time that he would close his eyes he automatically remembered how wonderful Kurt was.

He was thinking about Kurt, his eyes, lips and hands, when Blaine’s mother came in with out him know. She stopped, watching him with an intrigued expression. Sarah had came home to get some papers and ended up finding her son sat in the couch with his eyes closed and a goofy smile on his face, and that made Sarah suspicious. She finally decided to make her presence known by coughing loudly. Blaine never was caught with his guard down, something must be wrong with him.

“M-mom?!” Blaine squealed, obviously startled by his mother’s sudden appearance.

If Blaine’s goofy smile wasn’t enough prove that something was wrong, his scared reaction was. Since he returned home Sarah hadn’t witnessed a single moment in which Blaine wasn’t 100% alert about everything that was around him. Sarah was sure now, something did happen with her little boy, she could feel it with her mother’s sixth sense.

“Can you tell me where you spent last night young man?” Sarah said with an inquiring tone crossing her arms over her chest. She just needed to take a good look at her son and became pretty obvious to Sarah that Blaine hadn’t spent last night at home. He still was dressed with the same clothes as yesterday, and the look on his face was practically screaming “I had the most wonderful night of my life!”

“Well at least something good happen” Sarah thought. Blaine’s mom wasn’t really mad with him or anything like that, sure he could have told her that he was going out last night, but that didn’t make her angry, she was just really curious and the angry mom act always worked when Sarah wanted some information.

“I-I was with some friends…” Said Blaine already hating himself for not being able to tell the truth to his mother. He wanted so badly tell her that he had spent the night with Kurt, having the most amazing date of his life. But he wasn’t brave enough and couldn’t do that with his mother.

Sarah Ann already had suffered so much for being a divorced woman in that small town. Blaine’s mom even had wrote him letters telling him how the people from the church were treating her different after her divorce. What would the people from the church say if they discovered in addition to being a divorced woman Sarah also had a gay son?

Those people were so closed minded. Every Sunday in his mother’s church some charismatic and well-spoken pastor talked about the evil things in the word, and somehow, every time that Blaine had went to that church, the pastor’s topic was on the evils of the love between people of the same sex. Blaine always felt increasingly uncomfortable, wondering why this particular message had to be delivered when he was there, glancing around discreetly, afraid of suspicious eyes straying his way.

“Don’t lie to me Blaine, you were with a girl! Is she pretty? Tell me what she looks like!” Sarah squealed excited. She didn’t noticed the effects of the word “girl” caused on Blaine and keep poking her son left arm wanting all the juicy details of his date with the pretty girl that she had imagined.

Sarah also didn’t notice, but her son’s heart was aching with guilt. Blaine didn’t have any girlfriend’s, how could he give her the details of his date with some girl, when he’d spent the night with such a wonderful man . In fact, the veteran hadn’t had a girlfriend since his high school days, and the only good thing that his high school sweetheart brought to him was the relieve of their break up.

He could still remember how it was torture looking in the eyes of that love sick girl after the sex dreams he had the night before. The sex dreams that were centered around other boys and not her. Blaine was a teen at that time and he had thousand hormones inside him screaming, and didn’t matter how much he tried fight against it, the hazel eyed boy couldn’t avoid the repeated nocturnal visits from those faceless male lovers created by his subconscious.

And now, after growing up, Blaine actually had a lover, a real one. And while it was wonderful to have that man by his side, it was heartbreaking to disappoint his mom. Despite Sarah’s expectations, Blaine would never marry a pretty girl in a little white church. Blaine didn’t even know if he would be able to marry one day.

And that thought made Blaine realize that he needed tell his mom that there wasn’t any pretty girl in his life. Looking her hopeful eyes, full of excitement, waiting for some romantic story starring her son and pretty girl, Blaine was sure that that was the time he needed tell her the truth before his mom create more hopes and dreams in a future that never would happen.

So he steeled his resolve and asked in a serious tone, “Mom, can we talk?”

“Sure, something happen with this girl? You know you can talk to me about anything baby,” she answered noticing her son’s unusual grave tone.

“Mom I…” murmured Blaine turning his eyes to his hands wringing in his lap. It made it easier somehow. He couldn’t look into her eyes at that moment, he didn’t know if he would be able to handle the disappointment that he would cause. The only thing that the hazel eyed man hoped was that, being a religious woman, she didn’t reject him.

It wasn’t his choice to be like that, to not fit in his family’s expectations, the pastor in her church could call it a choice but it wasn’t. Why would he choose being ostracized by his family? Who would choose be hated?

“Mom I need tell you something, I don’t if you will accept it but…” He said before a loud knock on the door interrupt him. His mother asked him to wait a minute and went answer the door.

Well, Blaine could wait a second, he already waited almost 10 years didn’t he? “It’s not like something will stop me now” thought Blaine taking a deep breath. But, unfortunately, something did stop Blaine, an older, tall man with curly hair and hazel eyes. There he was, James Anderson, the man that during Blaine’s teenage years had insulted him and humiliated him on a regular basis, always calling Blaine a faggot or Homosexual and considered those the worst insults that anyone could receive. That man was now accompanying his mom with a wide and twisted grin on his face.

“Dad?” was all that the veteran managed say before the older hazel eyed man smirked with satisfied “Your mom just told me that you are too tired to talk with me because you spent the night with a girl!” He turned to his ex-wife, “See? I told you Sarah! I told you that the Army would fix him! Now he is a man, not the weak faggot that used to be.” said the older man to Sarah not noticing the panic on Blaine’s eyes.

XXXX

Many hours after leaving Blaine at his home, and after the most exhausting day of work in his life, Kurt was finally home. The blue eyed man was already planning take a nap and than call Blaine asking him out again later.

Through his exhaustive day of work, Kurt could not stop thinking about the soldier, how their hands fit so well together, and how felt incredibly good it felt to be held for Blaine’s strong arms.

Kurt didn’t have the time to actually call Blaine so he just sent him a message to the soldier saying that he would call him when he got home. Blaine didn’t answer and that make Kurt a little worry, but his worry soon faded away, he was just being insecure. After their amazing date, Kurt didn’t have reason freak out because just because Blaine didn’t answer a simple message.

“Don’t freak out Hummel. Blaine must be tired or too busy working in his mom’s shop to answer a stupid message.” Kurt thought, before a slim female figure arrived at his door.

The slim female figure turned out to be Santana, and the Latina didn’t look like she was in a good mood. She stood in silence, the “We need to talk” look in her eyes. If that look were on Rachel or Mercedes face Kurt wouldn’t be worried like he was now, those girls always had some important to talk with Kurt, but Santana? That expression on her was beyond unusual.

Kurt was becoming nervous, really nervous, she had no way of knowing about him and Blaine did she? And if she did know, what Kurt would say to her? Since Blaine asked him out only a few days ago, Kurt dreaded the conversation. Santana always talked about Blaine a lot, how wonderful, gorgeous, and kind he was. Kurt had to admit, the way she’d described Blaine over the past years was one of the reasons why he’d become interested on the veteran. But what would Kurt do if the way Santana had talked about Blaine was just an indication of some kind of crush that she had on the soldier?

Santana knew Blaine since high school, and Kurt already had seen pictures of him in those times, Blaine was already breathtaking back them, why Santana wouldn’t have a crush on him? “I totally would!” Kurt thought biting his lip to not actually say that out lout.

Kurt treasured is friendship with Santana, sure was a unusual friendship, full of bitch faces and light insults, but still, it was a true friendship. Santana opened her house to him when he was looking for a place to stay, she always helped Kurt to fight back every time that someone insulted him, and the blue eyed teacher would be devastated if his relationship with Blaine hurt Santana’s feelings.

The Latina girl closed the door banishing the noise coming from the living room and before Kurt had the chance to make some excuse to leave, the Latina girl finally said something.

“We need to talk.” She murmured getting close to Kurt.

“So, are you gonna tell me or do I have to beat it out of you?” Santana said looking deeply into Kurt’s eyes.

Panicking, but still refusing to volunteer anything that could compromise Blaine, Kurt ventured, “Tell you what?”

“Where did you spent last night?” She asked making Kurt sigh in relieved. She didn’t know where he had spent last night, at least for now, Blaine’s secret was safe.

“And why do I have to give you explanations about my personal life?” answered Kurt making his classic bitch face. There no way that Santana would extract any information from Kurt Hummel while he was in bitch mode.

“Because you are making me worried Hummel, and as much I don’t like to admit, I care about other people, especially you. And last night you are all depressed before suddenly going out and you end up spending the whole night only god know where. And don’t start the bitch mode on me Hummel, I invented that mode, and I also know very well why you were depressed…” Santana said before Kurt interrupt her.

“And what would be the cause of my depression Santana?” Kurt inquired not following what Santana meant at all.

“The cause of your depression goes by the name Blaine Anderson, and boy, don’t even try denying it” Santana spoke crossing her arms over her chest. The blue eyed man panicked even more, he was confused, she knew that he had feelings for Blaine but didn’t know anything about last night? What the hell was happening?

“Yes, Kurt I know that you have a crush on him, you really thought that I didn’t notice the way that you look to him?” She murmured getting closer to Kurt “And I also know how your stupid crushes on straight guys end, with a big tub of ice cream, but yesterday you didn’t came back with ice-cream, in fact you didn’t come back until the morning” She conclude looking at him with caring eyes.

“Santana I was just…” he tried to make an excuse before Santana began to talk again. “Look it’s better I don’t know where you spent last night. I just don’t want that you throw yourself into meaningless one night stands trying to feel better about a heart broken. Of you were anyone else in this house I’d probably tell something like “Get some” and give you condoms, but that is not you Kurt, you aren’t like me or the other horny lunatics in this house, and I don’t want to see you hurt trying to be someone that you are not.” Santana spoke truly looking concern about Kurt’s feelings.

And that was unexpected to say the least. Kurt never thought that Santana, of all his friends, would give him a speech about not using sex as a way to feel better about yourself. Kurt didn’t know if that situation could be more unthinkable.

“OK Santana you are right, I will avoid meaningless sex to cure my failed crushes.” Kurt said seeing Santana’s face twist in a wide and satisfied smile.

“Just don’t tell anyone that I told you this ok? Me saying to someone that sex isn’t always the better idea? That could ruin my image!” The Latina girl grinned throwing her arms around Kurt.

“And I am sorry for Blaine, I know that he is hot, but it’s a waste of time fall for him”

“Thanks Santana, I will buy a huge carton of ice cream and will get over this silly crush…” Kurt lied, feeling secretly happy for didn’t have to get over anything. Blaine wasn’t just a platonic crush, actually he was the real deal to Kurt.

“Yeah it’s better you do that. Blaine is too friendly with everyone and if Blaine’s father discovers your crush on his son he will make your life a living hell. He is a total asshole!” She snorted in anger.

Santana couldn’t even think in that man without wanting punch something. Just remembering the way he treated Sarah and Blaine made the Latina girl extremely angry.

“Well I have to go now Porcelain, Rachel is playing the diva act again in the kitchen and someone has to show her where her place is” Santana said planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, leaving Kurt behind with a lot to think about.

He understood the reputation of Blaine’s dad, but it was the look in Santana’s eyes while she was talking about that man, and the way that Blaine was insecure and afraid to come out that made Kurt apprehensive. What was about this man that made him so awful?

Kurt’s thoughts were interrupt by his phone vibrating frantically. He answered quickly, recognizing Blaine’s number.

“K-Kurt I really need you now, can you meet me? P-please” Blaine’s broken voice echoed between painful sobs scaring Kurt.

The blue eyed man was about to discover what was so awful about James Anderson.