Blaine pulled up on the street and texted Kurt, watching as the taller boy pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, before looking around confused. He laughed when Kurt ran across the street, looking particularly childish.
“Hey,” Kurt said as he climbed in, “Where are we going?” Blaine started the engine and drove away from the curb before answering.
“I was thinking either taking my yacht to my island, or my private jet to my Puerto Vallarta.” Blaine told Kurt, keeping a straight face and pulling onto an onramp. Kurt looked at Blaine dumbfounded.
“You have an island?” Kurt asked his eyes with disbelief and surprise. Blaine laughed in response.
“That was the only thing in that entire sentence that amazed you?” Blaine asked before pulling out his pink sunglasses and handing Kurt a pair of turquoise aviators.
“Put them on okay, and please don’t say they don’t match your outfit.” Kurt grumbled obscenities before sliding the aviators on.
“Where are we going? And why the hell do I have to wear these?” Kurt asked trying not to sound too pissed about the glasses.
“We’re going to my house in the West Hollywood Hills, unless you have a better idea. Also, you need to wear them because if someone gets a picture of us, it’ll be online and on the cover of every major American tabloid, and you will end up getting shit about you said on 16-year-olds’ Tumblr accounts and blogs. People will not get a second of rest until they found out the mystery of ‘Blaine’s Mystery Man’ and they will bother you more afterwards until an enemy of yours from high school will either sell your address or post it inline, then you will get death threats sent to you.” Blaine started rambling unintentionally.
“Blaine, shut up. You’re rambling… has this happened to you before?” Kurt told Blaine, and then asked trying not to sound like he was prying.
Blaine nodded, and silently cursed himself for saying too much.
“Yeah, my younger sister Danielle came down to visit last summer, after Transplant’s first season ended. Well, she had started her sophomore year at Westerville High with people thinking she was a slut who slept with her brother or something. I mean for the longest time she would have death threats in the mail after this girl, Kaicey, posted the address to my mom’s house on her Tumblr, Facebook and Twitter accounts.” Blaine told Kurt frowning.
“That’s horrible, and you’re from Westerville?” Kurt asked, forgetting to censor his thoughts.
“Yea, my parents split up my sophomore year when I came out of the closet, and my mom admitted she was a homophobe. My dad and I came out here and my sister stayed in Westerville” Blaine relaxed slightly. Those were the details nobody knew about him and Kurt was just easy to talk to.
“I lived in Lima my whole life. We grew up like 45 minutes apart. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your sister?” Kurt asked being more nosy than normal.
“It’s fine. Well, right before the last semester finals in her sophomore year she tried to kill herself, but my mom stopped her before she could and sent her to this rehabilitation center for six months. I haven’t heard from her very much since she got out and transferred schools,” Blaine sighed sadly before exiting onto a private road and pulling in front of a gorgeous three story mansion that made Kurt gasp. Blaine looked at Kurt, raising an eyebrow confused. Kurt gestured at Blaine’s huge house in disbelief at before getting out of the car, Blaine getting out also.
“So wanna go inside or walk around or what?” Blaine inquired, suddenly shy and locking the car.
“Inside, it’s really hot out here.” Kurt said making up an excuse. Blaine nodded and walked inside the house with Kurt tailing him. The boys walked into Blaine’s kitchen and he called upstairs to his dad, announcing their arrival.
“Want anything to drink?” Blaine asked opening the fridge.
“Um, just a water, if it isn’t too much trouble.” Kurt said sitting down on a stool, resting his elbows on the counter and quickly checking out Blaine’s ass. Blaine closed the fridge after pulling out a bottle of water for Kurt and a bottle of apple juice for himself. Kurt looked at Blaine raising an eyebrow.
“Apple juice? Really?” Kurt asked him sarcastically causing Blaine to chuckle in response.
“Yea, apple juice. I enjoy it. Got a problem with that?” Blaine retorted just as sarcastic causing Kurt to chuckle in return. The boys spent the next three and a half hours in Blaine's kitchen before Kurt asked Blaine the question that he didn’t want to be asked by anyone.
“Why don’t you come out to the world?” Kurt asked out of the blue, after a discussion of gay rights. Blaine looked up confused with a slight smile.
“W-What?” Blaine stammered.
Kurt looked at Blaine seriously, making Blaine's smile disappear. “Why don’t you come out? You said yourself that you're hiding the true you from the media.” Kurt elaborated. Blaine shrugged his shoulders in response.
“I dunno. Just not sure on what would go on, you must have noticed that this city isn’t the most accepting when it comes to celebrities outing themselves.” Blaine explained causing Kurt's face to fall as the texting alert on his phone went off simultaneously.
Kurt checked the text quickly and looked at Blaine, frowning apologetically.
“My roommate needs me back at our apartment. It’s probably about girls or something equally as stupid, but he says it’s urgent.” Kurt told Blaine standing up. Blaine stood up also and grabbed his car keys from the counter.
“I’ll drive you home.” Blaine told Kurt, ignoring his phone vibrating on the counter.
“Nah, its fine, I’ll call a cab or have my roommate pick me up. You’ve done too much for me already.” Kurt said turning towards the door. Blaine put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and turned the pale boy towards him.
“I insist. Please Kurt.” Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes which at the moment a color in between blue and green. Kurt agreed while smiling and Blaine fought the urge to kiss him then and there.