The weather was heavy and humid that late Thursday afternoon - but the horrible, sticky heat was not what made Kurt Hummel's walk back from the hair salon unpleasant, but rather the sweet, sticky substance that was dripping from his hair and face, practically sending the $100 he just spent down the drain.

"CAN'T YOU JUST SAVE THAT ONE FOR SCHOOL AND COME UP WITH SOMETHING LESS REPETITIVE FOR THE HOLIDAYS?" he had yelled as he stormed away from the jocks who had given him a slushie facial that didn't seem to be as good for the skin as his products at home. Kurt couldn't help noticing that Finn was in the group of by standing footballers, and he didn't look too upset that his fellow Glee club member was getting a freezing cold sugar beverage in his face.

So be it then, Kurt thought bitterly. If that's the way you want to act… Somehow, he'd thought Finn was a decent guy. That he wouldn't just stand by if he saw that happening. Especially if it was his friend, his room mate, practically his family. The whole Glee Club had become a tight knit group of friends, even more so after the blow at regionals when Vocal Adrenaline had taken the Regionals trophy, and then gone on to win Nationals.


An all too familiar voice came from behind him… For a moment he thought he must be mistaken, because after all, he had just been thinking about him… but he turned around and there he stood, Jesse St James, looking remarkably, well, gorgeous.

As soon as that thought entered his head, he banished it away again. Where on earth had that come from?

"What do you want?" Kurt said, frostily, looking up at his former rival.

"Nothing…" Jesse sounded surprised at Kurt's tone. "I just wanted to say…hi."

"Suppose you wanted to gloat about your win?"

"No. Actually. I'm rather…put out that you guys didn't at least place."

"Well, we were rather put out that you guys didn't lose mercifully to us."

Jesse grinned. "I've always liked you, Kurt."

"Oh, what's that supposed to mean?" he tried to maintain his icy tone when, really, he couldn't stop thinking about how well that genuine smile suited him, how his eyes lit up…he supposed he'd never seen him smile before, not like that.

"Nothing. Just that. I just…" he sighed, as if admitting defeat to voices in his head. "I actually wanted to talk to you. You know…in private. Maybe when you don't have slushie dripping into your eyes." he flashed another grin. "Are you okay?"

"What?" he replied, flustered. "Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

"Because you just got attacked by a drink and you seem pissed off."

"Oh. No, I'm fine. I'd just been to the salon. All their work is ruined."

"Oh I don't know…" Jesse observed his face. "You still look pretty good to me."

He has got to be kidding, Kurt thought. "So, you wanted to talk? What about?"

"I don't really wanna say it out loud."

"What, did you kill someone or something?"

"Do you want to find out?" he was starting to get his cocky tone back, which Kurt didn't like, but now he didn't feel so creeped out that Jesse was being nice.

But he thought it couldn't hurt to talk to Jesse… and, looking at his current attire, he reckoned he could give him a few fashion tips. The colours he wore certainly did nothing for his face.

"If you help me get this slushie out of my hair, you've got half an hour."

"I really like your house." Jesse commented as the two boys walked out of the bathroom and down into the basement to Kurt (and Finn's) bedroom after having saved Kurt's hair do.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. It's like, the right size, you know? I mean, you should see my parents place, its about the size of a hotel. And I love the colours in your room."

"You noticed them? I had it done last week. Finn didn't notice I'd re-decorated, then asked why I painted everything white."

Jesse frowned. "There's nothing white about these walls. It's a light blue pastel."

"Correct." Kurt smiled. As much trouble as Jesse had caused, he couldn't help being a little impressed. "Go on, sit down." he gestured to the bed, and they both sat up on it cross legged, leaning their heads against the wall.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Um… I kind of need your…help."

"Fashion? Hair style? Moisturising? Your skin looks a bit dry…"

"No." he laughed. "Kurt…when you joined Glee Club…did you tell people right away?"

"Tell them what?" he asked wearily.

"That you're… gay."

"Oh." What was he getting at?" "Uhm, no. No, I was…dishonest with myself. But I came to realise, Glee Club is about coming together, embracing our differences and singing about it. The ultimate form of expression. Nothing says what you want to more than a song. It helped me come out of myself and tell people…although they'd mostly accepted it before even I did."

Jesse nodded slowly in comprehension.


"Because…" Jesse turned his head towards him. "I don't want to move to LA and start another four years in a school as someone I'm not."

"Well…my advice would be…just go in there and be yourself. Don't tell anyone anything directly but don't hide it. If people ask, tell them. What is it, anyway? If you don't mind me asking."

"…Kurt, why do you think I asked you about it instead of any of the other misfits from New Directions?"

"You're not saying you're gay, are you?" Kurt blurted out, then clasped his hand in front of his mouth. "Sorry, I…"

"Correct." Jesse muttered. He slid off the bed, and stoop upright. "Well, thanks for talking, Kurt." and with that he had turned, and almost reached the foot of the stairs.

"Jesse, wait!" Kurt called desperately. "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it."

"It's Glee Club, Kurt. Half the guys in Vocal Adrenaline are gay. But people don't expect me to be. My reputation as some kind of stud at Carmel…I hated it. I hated playing those girls who fawned over me and I loathed playing Rachel. I really did like her, and for one I had to lie to her, and then I had to lie to myself. Again, pretending to be someone I'm not. Kurt, when I stepped foot into McKinley I only had eyes for you."

Kurt gawped at him.

"Not any of the cheerleaders, or the girls from my Spanish class who had some crazy obsession with my hair, or Rachel, one of the most considerate girlfriends I've ever had, the only one I loved, but just not in that way…it was you. You inspired me, and I tried to get out of what I was doing, but Ms Corcoran had done so much for me and I couldn't just back out, but every day I started loathing myself even more…and it really broke me, and then I realised I had feelings for you. Strong ones and they weren't going away. And then I thought, I cant hide who I am anymore."

Kurt gave a small laugh.


"Nothing. It's just…" Kurt broke off. "What do you expect from me now?"

Jesse glanced at his watch, and Kurt looked at his own just out of curiosity. It was 10pm. Already? Well, he supposed it had taken a few hours to get his appearance sorted out…

"Do you wanna go for a drive?" Jesse grinned.


"Don't question it. Just, if you're interested. In hanging out. Like…a date. A last minute, spur of the moment date which will include driving to probably the best late night chip shop in Ohio, eating them into the car, complaining about grease stains on your shirt and then I will of course return you back here, hopefully before midnight."

"I'm not dressed for a date." Kurt mumbled.

"Neither am I. And by the way, you still look great."

"Well you don't look so bad either."

"Good enough for me."

Kurt had to hand it to Jesse, he really seemed like a genuinely nice guy…in theory… if he hadn't ruined Regionals…and he really wasn't too bad looking…

But Kurt wasn't even fooling himself into thinking these things, because Jesse St James truly was amazing. Everything good about him shone through in his conversation, his smile, his eyes, his laugh… with every word that he said, with every glance at his face, Kurt could feel himself falling for him. It was different than it was with Finn…this was exciting. Fresh. Fun. …real.

After having what Kurt was sure were the most greasy and most delicious chips in the state, Jesse reversed out of the parking spot and began to drive down the long, dark, empty road. The rain was pelting down onto the roof of his car and the only source of light was the cars headlights and the full moon, something which Kurt hadn't seen in a while. The radio was on low, playing a long list of songs, some of which Kurt didn't recognise.

About two miles outside of Lima, Jesse pulled over at the side of the road.

"Kurt…thanks for coming out with me tonight. I had a really lovely time."

"So…so did I." he managed to gulp in reply. "Hey…just so you know…I really…" he bit his lip. "I really like you." he could feel himself going red and thanked god there wasn't much light.

Jesse laughed quietly to himself, and took his hand in his. "Do you…want to go out again sometime?"

"I would like that." Kurt said, breathlessly. Before he knew what he was even doing, he had leaned over so their faces were inches away.

"I…" but Jesse didn't say what he was going to, because apparently he had a better way of doing so. He leaned closer, and suddenly their lips were touching. And then Kurt realised that this was what kissing was supposed to be like. Long, lingering, butterflies in the pit of your stomach, exploring each other, feeling yourself melt into the other person as one. It didn't feel wrong, he no longer had that little voice in his head telling him he shouldn't be gay, no mater how proud he was of himself, because this was just so right, and he could feel that Jesse knew the same now.

All there was in the world was the rain, the darkness, Jesse St James, and the ballad playing softly on the radio.

No matter what they tell us

No matter what they do

No matter what they teach us

What we believe is true

No matter what they call us

However they attack

No matter where they take us

We'll find our own way back

I can't deny what I believe

I can't be what I'm not

I know our loves forever

I know, no matter what

If only tears were laughter

If only night was day

If only prayers were answered

Then we would hear God say

No matter what they tell you

No matter what they do

No matter what they teach you

What we believe is true

And I will keep you safe and strong

And shelter from the storm

No matter where it's barren

A dream is being born

No matter who they follow

No matter where they lead

No matter how they judge us

I'll be everyone you need

No matter if the sun don't shine

Or if the skies are blue

No matter what the end is

My life began with you

I can't deny what I believe

I can't be what I'm not

I know this love's forever

That's all that matters now

No matter what

No matter what

No, no matter

That's all that matters to me