"Dammit!" James exclaimed.

"Honey, please watch your language. Hey, there's a car place right there! Try to pull in over there."

Elaine was pointing to a nondescript garage with a sign out front. Hummel's Tire & Lube. James managed to maneuver the car over to the front of the building, just before the engine died completely.

"Crap! Just what I need as we are starting a campaign." They all got out of the car and walked towards the open garage door. A friendly looking man wearing greasy overalls and a baseball hat walked towards them.

"Hi ya. What seems to be the trouble?"

Elaine sat down on a bench as James proceeded to tell Burt Hummel about the strange noises the car had been making before dying. Blaine wandered over to the small counter in the shop and leaned against it. Great. How long would this take? He just wanted to go home and take a shower. God, how he hated election years. Absolutely hated them. His father was such a sanctimonious bastard. He couldn't wait to get out and get away. He hated his family. Hated Ohio. But more than anything else, he hated being lonely because he wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend. Not that he could get one anyway. Who the hell wants to date a guy whose father stands up in the state senate and rails against the "homosexual agenda" and how gays are sinful and evil? Never mind that his son is one.

"Can I help you?"

Blaine turned around and came face to face with...heaven. Or at least, the human embodiment of heaven.

Standing there was a tall, slim, boy with beautiful blue-gray eyes. His dark brown hair was in perfect place and his skin was as smooth as porcelain with a slight peach tinge to it. It looked unbelievably soft. He was wearing gray overalls but, to Blaine's amusement, these overalls were actually, dare he say, stylish? Blaine stared at him, his eyes resting on the boy's lips. Damn, his lips looked so sweet and moist and...kissable. Those lips sliding up and down his cock would probably feel like silk.

"Can I help you?" repeated heaven.

"Uh..um...no. The guy is out there taking a look at the car."

Heaven looked at him a little harder. "Have we met before? You look awfully familiar."

Blaine was used to this. The campaign literature and billboards over the years had always featured a photo of the smiling Andersons. The perfect family. But, that's not what Kurt was recalling.

"Wait! I know! You're like, the lead soloist for the Warblers!"

Blaine was surprised.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know that?"

"I've seen you perform. I'm in McKinley High School's glee club. The New Directions."

"Oh, yeah. Your group has an amazing female soloist. A tiny chick with a great voice."

Heaven suddenly looked perturbed. "That would be Rachel. Our resident star. Yes, she does have an amazing voice...but mine's better." He muttered the last part under his breath.

Blaine felt a slight twinge of panic. He hadn't meant to offend Heaven. No, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"She only sounds so great because she has your voice backing her up." Okay. That probably made no sense whatsoever but, Heaven seemed to accept it. Blaine relaxed.

"I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Blaine Anderson."

"Nice to meet you, Blaine."

Blaine loved how his name sounded on those lips. He stared at Kurt's mouth. Kurt began to blush. but he couldn't take his eyes off him. This Blaine guy was hot. So beautiful, gorgeous and sexy with an air of...what was it? Kurt couldn't name it. His eyes were a honey-amber color and so intense. His black hair was thick and well-styled. Kurt wondered what type of gel he used. His suit was from Armani's spring collection. Kurt's heart jumped a little. Was this guy gay?

"So, what brings you to exciting Lima?"

Blaine's heart fell a little. Shit. Heaven...Kurt would soon know who he was. Who his father was, and that would be it. It was so damn unfair. He looked into Kurt's eyes. Might as well get it over with.

"We had a campaign speech here. My father is Ohio state senator, James Anderson."

"Oh." There was no recognition in Kurt's eyes that this meant anything to him. Blaine relaxed again. Maybe this guy didn't follow politics.

Burt and James were coming back into the shop.

"You can't fix it today?"

"Sorry. I won't get the part in until sometime Monday afternoon. I mean, it is a Saturday after all. We usually close at 1:00 pm. You just happened to catch us."

"Fine," grumbled James.

"Can we offer you and your family a ride somewhere?"

"No. We're from Westerville. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way. I'll call one of our campaign aides to come pick us up."

Burt looked at James with more intensity, as if he were trying to remember something.

"Okay. My son will give you a few forms to sign. Car should be ready Monday around 5:00 pm."

As James signed forms, Elaine asked Burt about a place to eat. He pointed out directions to Breadstix.

Forms completed, James looked up. "All right. Let's go. I'll call Phil and let him know where we are."

Blaine looked at Kurt. It was now or never.

"I'll be there in a minute." His father looked at him and then glanced at Kurt. He looked back at his son, his eyes narrowed and cold.

"Let's go, Blaine."

Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt. "I will be there in a minute, Dad."

"Now, Blaine." His father's voice had grown hard and cold.

Both Kurt and Burt were watching this exchange with curiosity. Elaine took James's arm. "Let's go dear. Blaine, we'll see you over there." For the first time in years, Blaine felt grateful to his mother.

James reluctantly allowed his wife to drag him out. Burt disappeared into the garage.

Blaine and Kurt were left alone. Staring at each other.

Blaine made his move. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide with surprise. Did this super gorgeous guy just ask him out? Him? Kurt Hummel?

"Um...sure."

Blaine smiled at him and Kurt's heartbeat increased. Then he had a thought.

"Wait. Do you have a car?"

Blaine laughed. "Of course. That's my father's piece of shit. My car is much nicer. Much, much nicer." He pulled out his cell phone. "Give me your number and your address. I'll pick you up at 6:00 pm."

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Kurt's heart hadn't felt so happy and hopeful in months. Probably years.

He had a date. A real freaking date. With a drop dead gorgeous guy.

He stood in the middle of his room, surveying 15 different outfits, trying to figure out which one to wear. Blaine had called and moved the time to 8:00 pm. This had given Kurt time to shower, moisturize, squeal on the phone with Mercedes, stress over numerous outfits and...google Senator Anderson.

He had not liked what he read.

Anderson's website made his views on gays, immigrants, abortion and taxes all very clear. Kurt was most upset about his views on gays. He was also confused.

Blaine was gay, right? This was a date, wasn't it?

How could his father have a gay son and hold such hateful and harmful beliefs?

Kurt pushed it out of his mind. He was determined to enjoy this sliver of happiness that had finally arrived in his life. Even if for just one night. But he felt nervous. What if this was some weird, gotcha setup for some political campaign stunt?

Stop it, Kurt. He silently scolded himself. You are allowed to be happy. You really, really are.

But some days, actually most days, Kurt felt that happiness was simply out of his reach. As he tried to keep track of the ever changing hookups in glee club, his loneliness plagued him. He wanted a boyfriend. Someone to go out with, laugh with...maybe make out with...maybe. He wasn't sure how he felt about making out. All of that scared him, but it didn't matter. He was completely alone. No one was interested in him but Karofsky and that didn't count.

So tonight, he would be happy. At least until he couldn't.

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine arrived at exactly 8:00 pm. Burt answered the door.

"Well, hello again."

"Hello, sir."

"Ugh. Please. Burt. Just call me Burt. Come on in. Kurt's not ready yet."

Blaine sat down on the couch. He looked at Burt and wondered if he had figured out who he was. Who his father was. It was a paranoia he lived with constantly. He was always on guard. It was exhausting.

"So...your Dad's into politics, huh?"

Shit. Here it comes.

"Yes, sir...uh...yes. Yes he is."

"What side of the fence is he on?"

"Republican." Burt raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Kurt came down the stairs and took Blaine's breath away.

"Hi." Kurt smiled at him.

"Hi Kurt...you look amazing. So, very amazing."

Kurt blushed. "Thank you."

Burt rolled his eyes. "All right boys. Have a good time. Be careful. Kurt, not too late."

Kurt nodded and pushed Blaine out the door.

He stopped when he saw the car. A black BMW Z4 Roadster.

"Wow. You weren't kidding when you said your car was nicer than your father's."

Blaine laughed.

As they sped along the highway, Kurt didn't bother to ask where they were going. He didn't really care. He just kept sneaking looks at Blaine. He was wearing all black. A black leather jacket with a black t-shirt and black jeans. All the black, combined with his black hair made him look dangerous. And sexy hot.

It wasn't until they arrived at the restaurant and ordered that their conversation began.

Blaine looked at Kurt with intense focus. "Tell me everything about you. Everything."

Kurt felt strangely compelled by Blaine's tone to do just that. He started with glee club and moved to coming out, even his mom's death. He barely ate from talking so much. Blaine seemed fascinated by his every word. Especially when Kurt told him about Karofsky.

"So, this guy shoves you into lockers, pushes you to the floor, has thrown you into dumpsters and no one has kicked his ass yet?"

"I don't think kicking his ass would really help. Not that there's anyone to do it. Besides, I don't want to get my friends into trouble. They try to look out for me the best they can and I appreciate that."

Kurt felt a small shiver run through him as he looked into Blaine's eyes. They were blazing and seemed to have turned 3 shades darker. If Kurt didn't know better, he would have thought they actually turned black for a moment before returning to their warm honey-amber shade.

Blaine's voice was quiet. "He shouldn't be allowed to touch you Kurt. Ever."

It wasn't until desert that Kurt found an opportunity to bring up Blaine's father. He wanted to understand.

"So, I visited your father's website."

Blaine returned the bite of pie he was about to eat, to his plate. Kurt immediately regretted mentioning anything.

"I-I was curious to learn more about you before tonight."

"You won't learn anything about me from my father's website."

"Yes, I saw that." Kurt was quiet for a moment. "Does he know you're gay?"

"Of course."

"Then, how does it work?"

"How does what work?"

"He has a gay son and yet...he works to pass laws that will hurt his son."

Blaine laughed, almost evilly. "Fucked up, isn't it? Listen Kurt. My father's politics are his politics. They have nothing to do with me. Naturally, I don't agree with him. On anything. He hates me. I hate him. We try to coexist peacefully and stay out of each others way. During campaign time, I get dragged into all the bullshit because I don't have a choice, but trust me, I'm gay. I'm not out and loud but, I won't deny who I am. Ever."

Kurt felt a pang of sadness roll through him. He couldn't imagine his father hating him, much less, working to hurt him.

"So...you aren't out?"

Blaine looked thoughtful. "Well...my parents know I'm gay and I'm pretty sure most of the Warblers have figured it out. I know for a fact that there are 3 or 4 members of my father's staff who know. It's not something I announce, but its also not something I hide. It just..is."

"Won't your father lose votes or supporters or whatever, if it comes out that his son is gay?"

"I don't really give a shit. I always hope he will lose the election. He doesn't deserve to be in office. He's an asshole."

Blaine started eating his pie again so, Kurt decided to change the subject.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Blaine looked up. He wasn't sure how to answer this. Tyler hadn't been a boyfriend. Blaine still wasn't sure what he had been.

"No. I've never had a boyfriend."

"Me neither."

Blaine looked surprised. "As beautiful as you are? I find that hard to believe."

Kurt blushed. He thinks I'm beautiful!

"I'm the only out gay kid at my school. That has relegated me to single status until I graduate."

"Not necessarily."

Kurt was pretty sure he was about to either swoon or faint. Was there a difference? He wasn't sure. He gripped his chair to make sure he stayed upright.

"So. Are you looking forward to tomorrow afternoon?"

Kurt was confused. "What's tomorrow afternoon?"

"Our second date. We're going to the movies."

Kurt gripped his chair harder while the happiness in his heart soared.