Kurt twirled his pencil as he listened to Azimio butcher the phrase, "I have prepared dinner, but it has become cold" in French. He was translating it into something along the lines of, "I'm ready, and the pickles are getting cold now."

Kurt glanced at Blaine, who was standing beside Azimio, grinning and shaking his head.

"Sometimes, I think free public education is wasted on you," Kurt said in French.

"Slow down, Ladyboy," he spat back, glancing down at his textbook.

"His angel keeps asking what you're saying," Blaine laughed in French. "He's just as clueless."

Kurt smiled up at Blaine. They were getting so good at this. Their dynamic to keep Blaine's presence a secret was becoming second nature.

Azimio was saying some gibberish in French, when Blaine said, "Your teacher's angel just gave a heads up that she's planning a pop quiz at the end of the period."

"Go see what's on it!" Kurt laughed out in French.

With a mischievous grin, Blaine disappeared, and Kurt had a feeling Blaine disappeared from the sight of other angels as well.

Ten minutes later, his French teacher was handing out paper, telling the class to put everything away. ("That includes your textbook, Azimio!") Blaine had been right.

Kurt took a second to watch Azimio fuss over his quiz before Kurt started on his own test. Kurt saw Blaine's index finger before seeing anything else. It was pointing to answer A of question 1. He slapped at Blaine's hand, holding back a laugh.

Up at the top of his paper, he scribbled, very lightly, I was kidding! (What kind of angel are you?) I don't need to cheat. You know I'm basically fluent.

Glancing upwards, Blaine, who was sitting on the edge of the desk, shrugged. Kurt erased the note and started, finishing the quiz well before any of the other students. In the last minute of class, Azimio fought to keep his paper a little longer, not wanting to give it up when the teacher came around to collect the remaining students' papers.

When the final bell rang, Kurt pushed into the hallway, aiming to run to his locker before Glee Club. He pulled out his phone.

"Why weren't you around for the SATs? I could be applying for Harvard!" Kurt laughed, glancing sideways at Blaine.

Blaine laughed once, nudging Kurt's arm hard enough that his stumbled sideways into a cheerleader that gave him the stink eye.

"Sorry," he mumbled to her, then a few steps later he groaned at Blaine, "I am so getting a slushy facial for that, thank you very much."

"I'll warn you if I see anything suspicious," Blaine said with a wink.

As if on cue, Kurt was suddenly thrown into a full, waist-high garbage can. He slipped onto the floor, the contents of the bin dumping over himself and the hall.

There was a loud cackle and then a voice said, "Watch where you're going, Princess."

Kurt glared at Karofsky as he pulled the garbage upright while getting up; Blaine gripped his shoulders to help.

"And who are you always on the phone with?" Karofsky asked, bending over to grab the phone that was among the papers, water bottles and other trash scattered across the floor. "All your freak friends are the Glee nerds who go here."

Kurt went to grab for the phone, but Blaine wrapped an arm around his stomach, stopping him. Karofsky's brow furrowed, glancing down at the device.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat as Karofsky said, "There's no one even on the line."

"It probably got disconnected when you bulldozed me into the garbage," Kurt spat back. Blaine gripped Kurt's shoulder, as if to hold him back.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered into his ear.

"Whatever, homo," Karofsky grunted, punching his heavy arm into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt balled up his fists, glancing over at Blaine while letting out a disgruntled huff.

"His angel apologized," Blaine offered, rubbing up and down Kurt's arm.

"Come on, I'm late for Glee Club," Kurt muttered, circling around Blaine and then down the hall.

"I can't wait to get out of Lima, Blaine," Kurt complained.

After Glee club, where no one even bothered to notice how dismayed Kurt was, Blaine suggested they get out of town. ("Even though you hate being in a car with me?" Kurt joked, pulling out of the McKinley parking lot. Blaine joked back that he'd survive.) They'd been driving for around twenty minutes.

"Do you mean now or in the future because I think we're out of Lima," Blaine commented.

"In the future. I want to go to college in New York or California; I haven't decided. I just want to be out of Ohio."

"You'll make it out, even without my help on your SATs."

Kurt smiled, staring passed the horizon. They drove for ten more minutes until Kurt pulled down a twisty, isolated road.

"Where are you taking me?" Blaine asked apprehensively, staring out his window at the line of browning trees.

"Almost there!" Kurt sang, drawing out each syllable, so that as the phrase ended, Kurt only had to turn once, past the curtain of trees, and the outline of a tall, contorted structure stood in the distance.

"We are not at an amusement park," Blaine groaned, stretching out his neck to see passed the entrance way into the park.

"Yes and free admission for you," Kurt chuckled, pulling into the almost empty parking-lot. It was five o'clock on a Thursday night at the end of September; no one was here.

"I don't understand how these parks were named," Blaine spoke, as they walked through the large, colorful gate. "Pure Terror or Extreme Discomfort would better suit this place."

"You'd swear I was bringing you into a delivery room," Kurt said into his phone while smirking at Blaine.

Kurt paid for himself to get in and started walking up the littered pathway, almost tripping over a small dog who was pulling on her leash to try to sniff at Kurt's $200 shoes.

"Pick your poison," Kurt urged into his phone, waving his free arm towards certain rides like a tour guide. Blaine gave Kurt a hard look. "Come on! This is fun!"

"This is not my definition of fun."

"And what is your definition of fun, Blaine?"

Blaine thought hard for a second, twisting his fingers absentmindedly.

"I don't know, I like listening to music. Or when you went to see that show at the community theater with Mercedes, that was fun. Or when you sit around watching old time movies with Carole. I like all those things."

Kurt sneaked into the Tea Cups line, as he said, "So, you're just confirming the fact that you're gay, too?"

"I didn't- you asked me- I like football-"

"Joking," Kurt cut-in with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I don't doubt you, and I know you're not shacking up with other angels when I'm off to bed at night."

"I wouldn't do that to you," Blaine said, quickly.

Kurt's smile faded and his eye brows shot up. He muttered, "Um, so, the Tea Cups. They're fun."

Blaine nodded gingerly, walking around Kurt as the short line moved forward. An awkward tension grew between the pair, as they sat across from each other on the children's ride. Slowly that tenseness dissolved as the ride started, whipping the pair around the medal floor.

Blaine covered his eyes, which made Kurt shout, "Isn't this fun?"

"NO!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt laughed, reaching across the circular, medal handle between them to wrap his hands around Blaine's wrists and tug. Twisting his angel's hands until they were on the metal circle, Kurt placing his palms over Blaine's. He just smiled, and Blaine's scared expression softened.

It took about ten more rides – the swings, the salt-and-pepper-shakers, and so on – before Blaine was having fun. As they exited the carousel, Blaine was practically bouncing.

"We aren't going home, are we?" he asked. "Though it is getting dark."

"Just one more ride," Kurt said, smiling.

"Really? We've gone on like every single one."

"Nope. Not every one."

Kurt stopped. It took Blaine a second to catch on to what Kurt was talking about. They were standing in front of the park's tallest ride, and then Blaine's smile disappeared.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No. I refuse."

"Oh, please?" Kurt brushed off, walking towards the tunnel where the line formed. "You'll have no choice but to follow me."

It wasn't until Kurt slid into his seat that Blaine returned. He stood in the line, where Kurt had just been seconds ago. With a nudge of his head, Kurt motioned for Blaine to sit next to him. Blaine shook his head.

Pouting, Kurt mouthed, Please?

And as the ride jerked into motion, Kurt's eyes never left Blaine's. As the coaster pulled away, Blaine disappeared again. It clicked forward into the dark, black tunnel, and suddenly Kurt felt a hand wrap around his own. He smiled and gripped tighter as the cars emerged into the night. The dim, colorful lights along the wooden coaster shined against the dark, and Kurt caught sight of Blaine beside him.

"Courage," Blaine muttered, shutting his eyes.

"Courage," Kurt repeated.

Then the coaster launched down the peak, gaining speed as it dipped and glided along the track. Kurt had the urge to let go of Blaine's hand and fling his arms into the air, but Blaine's still-scared face only had him holding on tighter.

The coaster took it's course and eventually slowed to a stop.

"Was that as scary as you remember?" Kurt asked.

"No, but I might have fallen off if you'd let go," Blaine retorted.

As the two got off the ride, walked off the ramp, trotted across the park to the parking-lot, they never dropped hold of each other's hand. They stopped at the car. Kurt had pressed his car on at least ten meters away, so the headlights were already shining. Standing by the hood, the light shined against Kurt's frame, casting a single shadow into the grass.

"Well, neither of us have to be so scared anymore," Kurt said, and without much thought, he reached across the space and covered Blaine's cheek with his hand.

Blaine's whole body seemed to soften. He searched Kurt's eyes then smiled. Very softly, Blaine muttered, "People."

Hastily, Kurt dropped his hand, looking over his shoulder. There wasn't a person in sight.

"Right," Kurt mumbled, detached. "Let's go home?"

Blaine nodded, rounding the car.

Kurt took a deep breath before he followed, not realizing until now that his heart was beating at the same speed as the final roller coaster.

Teaser For Next Chapter:

"What is it now, Curly?" Santana asked. "I see your wings are getting darker, which means you are being naughty," and then she clapped.

"Okay, so something's happening to me," Blaine said in all seriousness. "Something's wrong."

Her face changed to something softer. Santana questioned, "What's up, Blaine?"

She never used his real name, and sometimes Blaine thought she actually didn't know it, so hearing her say it caught him off guard.