The slight breeze made his chestnut hair fall in his face. He stared up at the clouds, finding shapes in them like he used to with his mother.

Ever since his mom had died, Kurt's life had flipped upside-down. His family (his father, Burt, his mother Elizabeth, and him) used to live in a beautiful home on a nice street.

It was the kind of neighborhood where all the housewives were friends that gossiped together, the fathers grilled and talked cars, and kids rode there bikes unperturbed down the street. But the moment that police officer gave Burt the news, something integral snapped within him. Burt became a train wreck.

After weeks of lost sleep and exhaustion, he had an accident in the garage, leading to insurance company checks each week that inevitably were used on alcohol. They lost the house, moved downtown to Lima Heights, and slowly Kurt found his niche in the community.

At first it wasn't too bad. He was different, but just a kid. No one really bothered with him. The first time he knew growing up would be difficult happened his 8th grade year.

He had been having a fairly decent day. His father had actually provided him with money for lunch that day, a rare occurrence. It had held off raining until he had safely gotten inside the school. Life felt okay. But when he got to his locker and saw “FAG” written on it in huge, orange letters, any good feelings about that day disappeared. His lithe frame, high voice and feminine poise had him labeled from the minute the kids around him knew what “gay” was.

After finally getting out of middle school, Kurt found high school was even worse as far as bullying was concerned. But luckily the school's resident group of outcasts, the Glee Club, had welcomed him with opened arms. It was the best part of his life right now. They helped him stay sane. But even his friends couldn't save him from the jeering glances and embarrassing catcalls, the seemingly endless torment and hate.

It all kind of joined together and became a weight, pulling Kurt under even if he didn't know it. His self esteem was tragically low. He saw an ugly face in the mirror and more often than not woke up feeling worthless. He somehow found the strength to march on, hoping that someday things would change and he would be saved from his sadness.

Kurt heard a loud noise roar down the street. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch the huge van parade down the street. It finally rolled into the driveway of the house directly across from Kurt's. As it hissed to a stop, Kurt watched a man with dark hair and a nice suit hop out of the driver's side awkwardly. He walked around to the back of the truck and pulled it open, revealing stacks of boxes. “Not the usual attire for the heights,” he thought to himself.

Just as he was about to lose interest and go inside, the other door flew open. Out stepped the most beautiful boy Kurt had ever seen in his life. He held a hand over his eyes, his sun glowing as the light beamed against his gold skin. His outfit was completely out of place here, a short sleeved polo with... “Oh God,” Kurt thought, “he's wearing a bow tie. This kid won't last a week here.”

Watching the boy grab a box and stumble up to the door, Kurt gathered some courage, rose to his feet and walked over to help him. When he got to the end of the driveway the men both stood still and gave him a questioning glance.

“Hello!” Kurt said, nervously because, oh wow, that boy is really handsome. “My name's Kurt Hummel. I live with my father Burt across the street. I noticed you had a lot of unpacking to do and I figured I'd offer my services.” The man gave Kurt an appraising look before extending his hand. “Harvey Anderson. This is my son, Blaine.” When he gestured to Blaine, the boy shot Kurt an amazing smile. Kurt shook Harvey's hand then returned Blaine's smile.

Kurt spent the rest of the afternoon helping the Andersons' carry boxes into the house. Harvey asked him to stay for dinner and, knowing his father probably wouldn't even know he was gone, Kurt agreed quite willingly. Blaine and him had gotten along amazingly, falling into easy conversation. Kurt had never met someone he had so much in common with. He definitely had fallen fast for Blaine, his curly hair and golden eyes luring him in and his sweet personality and love of music completing the dream.

“I can't believe you actually like musicals. I've never met another boy who likes musicals.” Kurt admonished while flipping through Blaine's record collection and Blaine arranged the books on his dresser. “Me neither, to be honest. But there are a lot of things about me different from most guys.” Blaine said. “I am going to tell you this right off the bat before we get any friendlier, Kurt. I'm gay. And I know it's against some peoples' beliefs and it might make you feel uncomfortable but it's who I am and I just-” “Blaine!” Kurt interrupted, “It's fine. I don't care what you are. As long as no one gets hurt, I think people should be able to believe what they want. But just for the record, I'm gay, too.” Blaine looked at Kurt with an odd expression, one Kurt had never seen and as intuitive as he was, couldn't read.

“...Blaine?” Blaine dropped the book in his hand, crawled over to where Kurt was sitting, and leaned in close to Kurt's ear. “I think we're going to be best friends, Kurt Hummel.” The heat of Blaine's breath on his ear sent shivers down Kurt's spine. Kurt turned and looked deep into Blaine's eyes. “Let's watch a movie, okay?” “Sounds perfect.” Blaine replied in a dreamy tone. When they stood up, however, Blaine pushed Kurt backwards onto his bed and bracketed his upper body with his own. He hovered over him, an arm on each side of Kurt's torso. “I'll go grab us some water bottles. It's pretty hot in here, don't you think?” Blaine's face was inches from Kurt's, his skin radiating waves of heat and suddenly, yeah, Kurt did feel a bit flushed... “Sounds fine to me.” Kurt squeaked out.

“Huh,” he thought, “my weekend just got a little more interesting.”