KURT’S POV      

‘Rachel,  I have been thinking.’ I said.  Rachel looked up from her magazine. ‘I decided that I’m going to tell Blaine about the baby.’

Rachel hugged me. ‘I know it’s really hard for you Kurt, but you made the right decision.’

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

‘I need to tell my family too, I need their support.’ Rachel nodded that she understood.

‘We can fly this weekend to Ohio?’ She purposed. ‘Yeah of course, sounds great Rach.’

‘So how are you feeling?’ She asked. ‘I feel tired, so I am going to make a cup of coffee.’ I answered, while I walked to the kitchen. Rachel walked after me to the kitchen. ‘If you are tired you should sleep honey, not drink some energy-drank.’ She said with her arms crossed. I rolled my eyes. ‘Of course you’re right, miss Berry.’ I laughed. ‘I am always.’ She winked at me with a huge smile.

BLAINE’S POV

The last days I’ve been thinking about transferring back to Dalton. I miss my old friends, and Mckinley reminds me of Kurt. Every time I walk past his locker  feel pain in my heart. I miss him so much, I miss kissing him, I miss talking to him, I miss every single inch of his body. The most of my school memories with Kurt were at Mckinley , and I just can’t stand staying there anymore. It hurts too much.

And then someone knocked at my door.

‘Come in.’ I yelled. My mom walked into my room.

‘Hello Blaine.’ She came sit next to me.

‘Can I help you?’ I asked, my parents didn’t talk much to me since I came out of the closet.

‘Tonight your father is having a cocktail party, and there is this nice girl. She is the daughter of your father’s boss.’  I sighed, I think I already knew what was coming.

‘And you dating her would mean more money for our family.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘Mom, I don’t want to date some girl because dad would get more salary! And you know I don’t like girls, mom, I’m gay. When are you accept that I am not going to date ór marry a girl!’ I almost yelled at her, I was tired of being treated  like I was an animal.

My mom didn’t look angry, or disappointed. ‘I get it Blaine, that boyfriend of yours made you think you like boys. But you don’t Blaine. You like girls, you are normal.’ And with that, she stood up and leaved my room.