"Here we are Kurt! Your new home!" Burt said with much enthusiasm. Kurt looked around the room. This house was way smaller compared to his house in Cali. Ughh. He could not live like this he thought. But the house was cozy. He could see himself laying on the couch in front of the window watching the snow fall. Snow! It never snows in LA! This winter will be the first winter Kurt will ever see the snow fall. Kurt couldn't help but smile at that idea. 

"Well it's not so bad i guess. Definitley has a homey feel to it." Eek. Those colors though. He knew he just had to redesign! The colors were all off! "But dad you just have to please please let me redesign! This color palette is so gross!"

Burt laughed at the idea that he got an okay from his son. "Of couse bud, i don't know anyone who has a better eye for design than you. and someone who will do it for free." Kurt and Burt laughed together while unloading the boxes from the movers van.

Picking up one of the boxes Kurt noticed someone watching him from a house. All Kurt could see were these beautiful amber eyes. They were so mysterious. Once Kurt and those mysterious eyes locked gazes Kurt hurried over to his dad at the dropping the box with a thud.

"KURT what did i tell you about dropping the boxes! Their could be valuables in their!"

"Yeah Dad like your baseball cards are valuables!" "EY these are some 1950s collectable.." Kurt cut his dad off as soon as he could knowing that he could go on and on and on.

"Do you know who lives in these houses?" Kurt hoped his dad had done his research and knew who the neighbors were. He liked the idea of neighbors. I mean he had neighbors in LA but they were constantly moving and living by the city wasn't so friendly per say. Its just like the movies he thought you know the ones where the neighbors come over for dinner with an apple pie and then the kids become best friends or lovers. But that only happens in movies so whatever.

Burt started explaining the people that lived on their block. "So lets see.. Ah in that blue small house right in front of us with the american flag thats Mrs. Crenshaw. She's an older lady with a golden retriever. Her husband passed away 3 years ago." Well that's depressing. "And lets see the one to the right of that in the yellow house with the white picket fence.. That's Carol Hudson. She introduced herself to me the day i came to check the house out. Very lovely lady about my age. She has a son your age you know! I think she said something about football..." Burt face looked as if he was lost in thought. 

GREAT a football player. Hopefully he's not a douchbag. 

"Anyway... That one to the left the giant white house with the Mercedes and Lexus parked in front i think Carol said something about The Anderson." The Andersons.. Sounds mysterious. "So what's up with them are they like rich or something?" 

"Oh i have no idea they do seem rich. With those cars! Those cars are amazing i mean i wonder how much mileage that thing gets its like...." Here he goes with his car talk.

"SO! Kurt cleared his throat. Burt regained his train of thought. "What's up with them?" "Oh yeah well Carol said that the Mrs. Andersons always working and she never sees the son. Says he goes to a boarding school. I think she said they are divorced or something. Anyway yeah she has a son your age." Great a rich preppy boarding school kid. Whatever he can deal with them.

Burt and Kurt were taking everything in when they heard a loud voice coming from behind them.

"OH MY YOU MUST BE THE HUMMELS?! Hi my name's Mrs. Jones and this is Mr. Jones but you can call me Betty Jean and this is my daighter Mercedes!" Wow this lady was enthusiastic! She extended her arm toward them and they politly shook her hand. The girl though had an impeccable fashion sense. She had DIVA written all over her. 

Burt invited them im and they all headed inside to the kitchen. The adults got talking about their backgrounds and Kurt was quite frankly bored! Mercedes looked bored and it didnt hurt to try and be friends with her. 

"Hey Mercedes right?" Kurt whispered. But with the way her mom was talking Kurt could have yelled and the adults wouldnt even have noticed

"Yeah Kurt right?" She seemed sweet. "Yeah hey you wanna go up to my room?"

"Yeaah sure." Mercedes followed Kurt up to his room but of course nothing was set up so they sat on the floor.

'Sorry about the lack of furniture.." Kurt was always good at making friends.

"It's okay dont worry about it. I know you just moved in. So What school are you going to Kurt?" "I don't know im guessing the one across the corner right?"

"Yeah Mckinley. I go there. Im going to be a Junior." YES! Someone his age he can talk to. "Im going to be a Junior as well. I guess i'll see you around the school then.." They both heard Mrs. Jones yelling at Mercedes that it was time to go but they both ignored her. "Yeah...Hey i can help you around school on the first day you know if you want.." Maybe she was really nice. But how was he going to contact her. "Yeah Mercedes i'd like that.. Before you leave can i have your number so i can tell you where to meet on the first day of school" "Sure thing boy. Here." Mercedes put her number on his phone and saved it before leaving. "There.. Hey can i ask you something reaaaalllly personal?" Oh no. Is it rally that obvious that he's gay? "Are you umm.. are you... gay?.. Im sorry if it's to personal i shouldn't have asked.." "No Mercedes its okay i am gay. But is it really that obvious?" "Oh no. No. No boy im sorry but you are FINE! i though you were straight when i first say you but don't worry i just saw pictures laying around of you in the cgeer team and well they seemed kind of gay..." They both laughed together. "im sorry that was rude." "No it's fine. I just hope people don't pick on me because of it." Kurt seemed distressed. "Just be careful and keep your head up!" and with that Mercedes was out the door.

KB

"Mom!" Blaine saw the movers van pull up to the house that was rebuilt not to long ago. "Yeaaah?" Mrs. Anderson looked up from her cutting board where she was cutting vegetables for dinner. "Do we have new neighbors?" "Yeah i guess." 

Blaine watched from the living room window a man in his mid 40s come out of the van looking like he just went out and chopped a tree off. Then he saw the most beautiful thing he has ever seen! EVER! A boy just about his age maybe older jumped off the van from the passangers seat with his headphones plugged in. God he looked beautiful in his black skin tight pants and this white shirt that clung to his biceps. And that hair was like an art sculpture. Not to mention his eyes. What were they blue? Green? who knows but they were beyond words. Blaine could help but stare. Who knows how long he had been staring but once once both their eyes met which felt like heaven he looked away realizing that the son and father had already finished taking down boxes. Wow he must have been staring for a while.

All Blaine wanted know was to get to know that beautiful boy.. But how? he didn't want to some off as needy or crazy. What if he wasn't gay. I mean a man like that could get anyone he wanted. But maybe he was gay. He had to meet this new boy from across the street!