Chapter 2

 Blaine entered the cafeteria with the bottle of orange juice in his hand. He walked to the table the lacrosse players always sat at and sat with his two best friends: Ethan and Scott. They were both on the lacrosse team with him and these two were the guys he considered best friends. He would even consider them family.

Scott was sitting right next to him and Ethan was in front of him.

“…Yeah, I'm okay with those plans,” Ethan said as Blaine sat down.

“What plans?” Blaine asked, opening his orange juice.

Scott spoke. “We want to take the girls to the ice skating rink that opened up this weekend.”

“It's going to be like a double date,” Ethan said. Ethan then pointed at Blaine. “It would be a triple date if you came along with us.”

Scott put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. “Seriously Blaine, we need to get you a boyfriend. Like now.”

“For a change, it'd be six of us hanging out instead of the usual four,” Ethan spoke, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Blaine looked at his friends confused. “What are you talking about? I always hang out with you two and your girlfriends.”

 “Yeah, but not on dates,” Scott said. “We need to all go on one big date.”

“You can have any guy you want, dude. Any guy. But yet you're still single. Why is that? Are you lying about being gay? Are you secretly straight?” Ethan joked.

Blaine giggled. “No, I'm gay, gay.”

“So why don't you have a boyfriend yet?” Scott asked. “You've been to a gay club before, haven't you?”

“I have,” Blaine nodded.

“That's good,” Scott said. “Go there again and get some guy's number.”

Blaine circled his fork around his plate, rolling up some of the spaghetti noodles he was having. “It's not that easy. Guys that go there, aren't really my type,” Blaine said.

Ethan looked at Blaine surprised and smiled. “Hold on, go back. You have a type? Why didn't I know this?”

“I didn't know this either. I'm a bit offended you haven't shared this piece of information with me before,” Scott joked.

“Tell us your type,” Ethan commanded.

Blaine chuckled. “First of all, I thought you guys already knew my type. And second, my type is… well, it's… well, umm…” Blaine searched his mind for the right words to say. He wanted to describe his Prince Charming perfectly. He wanted to describe his perfect dream guy.

“Any day now,” Scott whispered.

“Hold on, I'm thinking,” Blaine said. “Well… I like a guy who can keep a conversation going. Someone I can talk to and never get bored with. I like a guy who is fun and outgoing and isn't afraid to try new things. Someone who is nice, charming, romantic, great with kids and has a great sense of humor.”

Ethan wrote down Blaine's words in his notebook.

“Got it,” Ethan finished writing and put his pen down. “Give me a day to look up those qualities on Grindr and I'll hook you up with someone in no time.”

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. Grindr. Ethan was hilarious.

“What's Grindr?” Scott asked.

Ethan looked at Scott confused. “You don't know what Grindr is? Dude, I'm straight and even I know all there is to know about it.”

Blaine decided to answer. “Grindr is an app where gay guys can chat, meet and decide if they want to hook up or not.”

Scott looked at Blaine. “Sounds dangerous. I don't recommend it.”

“Exactly,” Blaine pointed at Scott. “Which is why I don't have one.”

“Then how do you expect to find a boyfriend?” Ethan asked.

“I'll get one, no worries.”

Suddenly, Brittany, a girl in the cheerleading team, came up to Blaine with a stack of papers in her hands.

“Here you go, Blaine.” Brittany handed Blaine a piece of paper.

“What's this?”

“It's the schedule for all the lacrosse games and the schools you'll be playing with.”

“Cool, thanks,” Blaine smiled.

“Here.” Brittany handed a paper to Scott and Ethan. She walked away handing each team member at the table a schedule.

Ethan looked over the schedule. “Looks like our first game is with A. J. High School.”

“We can take them on, no problem,” Scott stated.

“Yeah we can. And want to know why?” Ethan asked. “Because we have our very own secret weapon, right here.” Ethan pointed at Blaine. “Mr. Blaine Anderson.”

… … …

 The school bell rang. It was 3:00 PM and the first day of school was officially over.

Kurt went outside and breathed in the fresh, August air and walked over to the patio table that he and Rachel always sat at to finish their homework. It was the first day, and not to his surprise, he already had homework to do. He saw Rachel already sitting there with her books and binders opened.

“Hey, Rachel.”

“Hey there, love. How was your first day?” she asked as she stopped writing.

“It was good. Out of all the classes I have, Drama class might be my favorite.”

“Drama?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I looked over the syllabus and I like what we'll be doing throughout the year.”

“Drama class is okay,” she said.

“Well what class do you like more?” Kurt asked.

“For me, writing class is my favorite,” she said with a smile.

Kurt looked at the front doors of the school and spotted Blaine and his friends wearing their lacrosse uniforms and heading over to the field across the school for practice. Rachel turned around to see what Kurt was looking at. She made a disgusted face when she spotted Blaine.

“Blah.”

Kurt couldn't help but giggle. “Your hate for Blaine will never get old.”

“You can't go two hours without seeing him. And if you don't see him, someone has to mention his name.”

Kurt agreed. Everywhere you went, people were always talking about Blaine. Girls always spoke about how hot and dreamy he was. Yeah, they knew he was gay. And that made him even more desirable. If people weren't talking about his looks, they would talk about his skills and how great of a player Blaine was.

“Hey there, Bigfoot,” Rachel joked looking up behind Kurt. Kurt turned around and saw Finn walking towards the table.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Finn responded sarcastically. “My height will always be an easy target for jokes, won't it?” Finn sat down next to Rachel and put his arm around her shoulder.

“So, did you get any more people to sign up for football?” Kurt asked.

“A few did actually. But they're all new kids. We don't know if they're good or not. So Coach and I will be setting up try-outs and see how it goes.”

Kurt smiled. “Wasn't I right? I told you you'd get more recruits.”

“Yeah, I just hope Anderson doesn't get more recruits for lacrosse. Football needs players too.”

Kurt couldn't help but giggle.

“What's so funny there?” Finn asked.

“Nothing, I just think it's so funny how you never call Blaine by his first name.”

“Well, yeah,” Finn stated. “If I called him by his first name, that means I see him as a friend. And I refuse to see that guy as a friend.”

It was true. Finn had never called Blaine by his first name. He tried his best to never mention him in the first place. But if he had to refer to him in any way, he would use the words: he, him, or simply Anderson. But he had never called him, Blaine.

Finn looked down at his watch. “Hey, Glee Club is going to start soon. We should get going.”

Rachel gathered her books and binders and put them in her backpack. She and Finn held hands and walked together to the school building. Kurt walked behind them and stopped when he heard the sound of a whistle being blown.

He turned around and saw the lacrosse players scattered around the field. He spotted Blaine with a whistle in his mouth, pointing to different players and telling them where to stand. Kurt sighed and turned around, heading to Glee Club.

… … …

 Kurt looked at the time on his phone as he was leaving the school building. It was 5:20 PM. Glee Club meeting had ended and he was ready to go home and finish his homework. His hands were full. He had to take his Earth Science and Math textbooks home with him. He went to his car and noticed how empty the parking lot was. Everyone was already home. The only people that were still on campus were those that were in clubs and sports.

Kurt looked at the field ahead of him and noticed the lacrosse team was just finishing practice as well. He saw Blaine waving goodbye to his teammates as he walked towards the parking lot. Kurt wondered why Blaine would be walking this way. He looked to the left of his car and realized Blaine's car was parked right next to his. Great. Rachel was right. You can't go two hours without seeing Blaine.

He got to his car and reached to get his car keys in his pocket, careful not to drop any of his books. He successfully pressed the button that unlocked all the car doors and put his keys back in his pocket. Kurt tried his best to open the car door but couldn't due to all the heavy books in his hand. He put them all on the roof of the car and opened the door. He got inside and was ready to go home.

“Don't forget your books,” a voice said.

Kurt looked over and saw Blaine pointing to the roof of his car. His books. He was so focused on avoiding Blaine he was ready to leave his books on the roof.

“Oh, thank you,” Kurt replied as he got his books from the roof and put them safely inside.

“No problem,” Blaine said as he unlocked his car.

Okay, now time to go home. Kurt closed his door and inserted his car keys into the ignition to turn the vehicle on. He turned the key to the right but strangely the car did not start. Nothing happen. Nothing turned on. Not the engine, not the lights, not the radio, not a single light.

No, no, no.

Kurt tried again. He took out the keys from the ignition and inserted the keys back in and turned it to see if the car turned on. But just like last time, nothing happened.

Just my luck. Why me? Why? The day had started on a good note, why couldn't it stay like that?

Kurt banged on the wheel and accidently hit the honk. His car honked loudly, echoing throughout the empty parking lot. He hoped the honk would not attract any unwanted attention… especially Blaine's. He looked to his left and noticed, that of course, his hopes were wrong. Blaine was getting off his car and walking over towards him. Kurt buried his face in his hands.

Great. Just great.

Blaine tapped on his window with his knuckle and Kurt looked up, not surprised at all. He opened his car door and released a sigh.

“Everything okay?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head. “My car won't start.”

“Really? Do you know what's wrong with it?” Blaine asked, examining the car.

Kurt shook his head. “I don't know. I don't know anything about cars.”

Kurt got out his phone, preparing to call his dad or Finn. He looked through his contacts and was ready to call his brother. But then he remembered. Finn always hanged out with Rachel as soon as Glee Club ended. He did not want to be a cockblock and interrupt their time together. So instead he dialed both his parents' phones but neither of them answered. Their phones rang and rang until they went to voicemail.

“Well, no one in my family is answering,” Kurt said as Blaine looked at him.

“Maybe I can do something,” Blaine said, looking at the car. “Let me take a look at it.”

Blaine knew how to fix a car. Was there anything he couldn't do?

Blaine lifted the hood of the car and looked at the machinery underneath.

“Okay, can you turn the vehicle on so I can see if anything happens over here?”

“That's the thing. It won't turn on,” Kurt called out.

Blaine looked up. “Really? Well I think I know what the problem is. Your battery is dead.”

Kurt looked at his car. A dead battery? “Oh, okay. Well, thanks for letting me know. Um, how do you make a battery undead?”

“Well for starters you can jump-start your car's battery to another car.”

“Jump-start?” Kurt asked confusedly. “Wait, is that where you attach the red and black wires to one car battery to the second car battery?”

Blaine nodded his head. “Yep, that's exactly it.”

Kurt nodded again, looking over at his dead car. He then looked back at Blaine. “Can you help me jump-start my car?”

“Of course, I'll be happy to help,” Blaine answered. “Do you have the red and black wires you mentioned? They're called booster cables.”

Kurt shook his head. “I'm sorry, I don't. I was hoping you did.”

Blaine also shook his head. “I'm sorry too. I just got my car and the booster cables that I own are in my old car back in my garage. Sorry.”

Kurt sighed. “I guess I'm going to be hanging out at school longer than I thought,” he said, leaning against his car.

“You don't have to. I'll be happy to give you a ride home.”

Kurt shook his head. “Blaine no. That's okay. That's too much to ask from you. I'll just wait here and wait for my dad to call me back.”

“It's okay. It's no problem at all,” Blaine said.

“It's not. You're just being nice and offering,” Kurt said.

“Exactly, I'm being nice. I'm not going to leave you here stranded. Who knows when your dad will call you back? It's going to get dark soon anyway. Do you really want to wait here alone… in the dark?”

Kurt looked back at Blaine's words. Blaine was right. Sunset was already starting and that meant night time would be here soon. He did not like the dark to be honest.

“Fine.” Kurt turned around to get his school books and locked his car doors. He got inside Blaine's car and sat in the passenger seat. Blaine got into the driver's seat.

“I knew the dark thing would convince you,” Blaine said with a smile as he closed his door. “Where do you live?”

“415 Whitman Avenue,” Kurt answered.

“Okay, just tell me where to go exactly when we get there.” Blaine put on his seatbelt and turned his car on. Kurt did the same. He put on his seatbelt and sat back. Blaine looked back to see if anyone was behind the car and shifted the lever down to reverse. He backed out of his parking spot and shifted back to drive and left the parking lot, driving towards Kurt's home.

Kurt kept his eyes on the busy road ahead, trying his best not to speak to Blaine. It was a bit weird for him. He had never spoken to Blaine, not once before this day. But here he was, in his car.

“So I figured something out about you today,” Blaine stated.

Kurt looked at him confused. “What is it?”

“You're afraid of the dark,” Blaine teased.

Kurt chuckled. “I am not afraid of the dark.”

“You said yes to my offer as soon as I mentioned the dark.” Blaine teased again.

“Well, it's not the dark that scares me. It's the things that hide inside the dark that scare me.”

Blaine nodded. “I see what you mean.”

Kurt looked back to the road and looked over as the passed a Walmart. They both sat in silence. It was strange. Kurt wondered why Blaine didn't just turn on the radio. He would turn it on himself but this wasn't his car. It'd be rude.

“Your name's Kurt, right?” Blaine asked, breaking the silence between them.

“It is. So you didn't know my name?” Kurt joked.

“No, of course I knew your name. I just wanted to make sure. I didn't know if you had a nickname or you went by something else.”

Kurt shook his head. “No, just Kurt.”

Blaine made a turn at a busy street and Kurt noticed they weren't even halfway to his house.

“Finn's your brother, right?” Blaine asked.

“Stepbrother actually. His mom married my dad.”

“That's pretty cool,” Blaine said. “You're lucky you get to see your brother every day. I haven't seen my brother in months.”

Kurt looked at Blaine concerned. “Why's that?”

“Well ever since he moved and started college in Denver, Colorado, I hardly see him.”

“Cooper, right?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, that's him.”

“I didn't know Cooper went to college in Colorado. That's really great.”

“It is. I love it when my parents and I visit him. It's crazy beautiful out there. The Rocky Mountains are there. Last time we visited, we went camping in the mountains and it is breathtaking out there. So many trees, flowers, lakes and rivers. All kinds of wildlife is up there. One time, I think it was on the second day of our camping trip, I saw a deer really close to me. It was standing a few 30 feet away from me. I managed to get a picture of it.”

Kurt paid close attention, fascinated by the story. “Wow, you saw a deer?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Blaine nodded excitedly. “And then later that same day, we all hiked to the top of one of the mountains and that will always be my favorite memory. I looked out and what I saw was incredible. I saw rows of beautiful mountains, one after the other. And on the other side I could see grasslands reaching out for miles. The capitol city looked very small. The size of my fingernail. I looked up and I swear I felt like I could just touch the sky. We stayed there the entire afternoon and saw the sunset together. That will always be my favorite memory.”

“Wow that sounds really great,” Kurt said.

“It was. You should go there, at least once. Maybe you're not the kind of person to like the wilderness, but at least try it. You can go to the capitol city, Denver. It's just like any city: clubs, bars, malls, restaurants, theaters. But at least go to the mountains. At least once,” Blaine said.

Kurt smile. “Well, I love nature as well. The wilderness is so beautiful. So I'll go camping.”

“Really?” Blaine asked with a smile. “That's great. In that case, you'll love it out there. Promise me you'll go there one day?”

Kurt nodded. “Okay, I will.” He looked out the window and thought about how crazy the day had been. Not once had he ever spoken to Blaine but now here he was, in his car, having a conversation with him.

Blaine looked over at Kurt. “What are you thinking about there?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking how you and I have never spoken, but today, we spoke for the first time and it was like two times.”

Blaine shook his head. “Today was not our first day talking. We've spoken before.”

Kurt looked over at him confused. “We have?”

“Yeah, last year,” Blaine smiled.

“Are you sure? You're probably confusing me with someone else,” Kurt said.

Blaine shook his head with a little laugh. “No, it was you. I remember.”

Kurt honestly did not remember any instance where he had spoken to Blaine before. He looked back at last year and not one memory came to mind.

“It was after school,” Blaine said. “…and I was leaving my lacrosse practice. I went inside to the school to get my Math book from my locker. The school was pretty empty.It was about 5:30 PM and when I got to my locker, I saw you leaving a classroom.”

Kurt paid close attention, not remembering any of what Blaine was saying.

“And you were busy reading a book. You weren't paying attention to where you were walking.” Blaine released a small laugh and continued telling the story. Kurt was wondering what could possibly be so funny. Blaine continued talking. “The janitor had just mopped the floor but you didn't see the wet floor sign.”

Kurt looked down, starting to slowly remember that day. Oh no…

“I noticed that you weren't stopping, and I was going to warn you that the floor was wet. But it was too late. You walked right over the wet floor and slipped, falling back on your butt.”

Both Kurt and Blaine started laughing. Yeah, Kurt remembered. It had been such an embarrassing day.

“Oh God, no,” Kurt said while laughing and covering his face with his hand. “I remember now.”

“I went over to see if you were okay,” Blaine giggled. “And you were and I helped you get to your feet.”

Kurt shook his head, smiling in disbelief. He couldn't believe he had forgotten that all this time. Probably because he wanted to forget that embarrassing incident and put it behind him. “I can't believe you remember that,” he said.

“Of course I remember that. How could I forget?” Blaine laughed. “You were the reasonI smiled that day.”

Kurt looked at him, smiling at the same time. “I was?” he asked.

“Yeah, I had been so stressed out that day, and lacrosse practice didn't help out much. Three of my best players were out sick and we had a big game coming up. I had so much homework and was studying so much. I was just so stressed. Then you come along, falling on your butt and that put a smile on my face. So thank you for that.”

Kurt shook his head. “Well at least you got a laugh out of it because for me that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I wanted to go home and lock myself in my room, and just stay there for days.”

Blaine giggled. “It was not that embarrassing.”

“Uh, yeah it was. I fell on my butt for not paying attention. When I fell down I was hoping no one saw but you did. But thank you for helping me.”

Blaine stopped at a red light and looked over at Kurt. Both smiled as they met eyes.

“You're welcome,” Blaine said.

As the light turned green, Blaine made a turn.

“Okay, I've just entered Whitman Avenue. Where should I go?” Blaine asked.

Kurt looked at the road and realized that this was his street. They were already at his house?

“I live on the white house with the red truck on the driveway.”

Kurt spotted his house and saw no other cars parked there. Perfect. That meant no one was home.

Blaine arrived to Kurt's house and parked right outside. “We're here.”

“Thank you so much.” Kurt gathered his books and Blaine looked at the red truck in Kurt's driveway.

“Who's truck is that?” he asked.

“Finn's. It's his old truck. He uses his new car my parents got him. He doesn't even use that truck anymore.”

Kurt opened the door and got out. He got his backpack and books.

“All good?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, thank you again so much Blaine.”

Blaine smiled. “You're welcome… again.”

“I'll see you at school,” Kurt said.

Blaine waved goodbye. “Goodbye.”

Kurt stepped back and closed the door. Blaine slowly left the property and sped away, disappearing into the distance. Kurt stood there looking at the direction Blaine had gone. It was had been one interesting first day. He turned around to walk to his house and opened the front door with only one person on his mind.

Blaine.

He went into the house, closed and locked the front door behind him and headed straight to his room upstairs. What an afternoon it had been.

He lied down on his bed and put his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. He had spoken to Blaine. The guy who he didn't really like. The guy who every of his friends hated. But the guy who everyone else loved. The guy everyone else adored. That reminded him. No one could find out he had given him a ride home today. No one.

Even with the misfortune of his car breaking down, Kurt had to admit, it had been a pretty good day after all.