Author's Note: I'm about 99.9% sure that I'm going to take this story down. I'm getting fed up with the hate on here, and I know people are going to be pissed that I said that since I shouldn't have posted this story or something. I don't know. So here's the last chapter, for anyone who cares. I just finished it, so there might be mistakes, but yea, whatever. I'm sure that'll be the last complaint. I'll probably leave the story up for another week and then delete it. Sorry for getting people upset. That was never the intention.

I got up Sunday morning and got ready for church like I usually do. It was about an hour before I had to leave, which gave me plenty of time to wake Kurt up and make sure he knows where I'm going, and give him enough time to figure out if he wants to come or not. I walked down the hall to the guest room he was staying in and knocked lightly on the door. When there was no answer, I peeked my head in to see Kurt buried in the pillows and blankets of the queen sized bed.

"Hey Kurt, I'm going to church in about an hour," I said quietly. He stirred and sat up, not quite awake. His hair was sticking up in different angles as he dug his fists into his eyes.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to church in about an hour. Would you like to come with me?" I asked, in the exact way I'd rehearsed it this morning in front of the mirror.

"No thanks," he said, burying himself back into the blankets.

"Alright. Coffee's brewing, if you want some when you wake up," I said, concealing my disappointment. I'd expected him to maybe say yes after we'd had our heart to heart over ice cream, where he told me I was being pushy and rude, and where I reminded him that he threw a shoe at my head. I guess things just don't always work out.

I sat down near the front of the sanctuary, just before the service was about to start. Our pastor always has music playing in the background in between services, and I closed my eyes to listen to it. It was some sort of spiritual song, and it was pretty but not exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment. Instead, I prayed.

"Dear Heavenly Father, so I know I've been kinda a jerk lately to Kurt, but you get it right? I was just trying to get him to have the same kind of relationship with you that I have with you, since I know you can do such wonderful things and that sometimes he could use your comfort, especially when he had to face bullies and his father's heart problems. I know that he can only come to you on his own accord, but I ask Lord that if he decides to, that he understands why I did what I did. I don't think he does right now, but just bless him with understanding, because I do feel bad for pushing him. As always, thank you so much for the beautiful life you've blessed me with, and for all of the wonderful people around me. Help me use this day to celebrate your glory and mercy and grace. In Jesus's name I pray. Amen."

"Kurt's a no show?" Quinn asked as soon as I opened my eyes and looked up. She must've sat down next to me at one point.

"Yea. I can't blame him though. We stayed up till two watching movies," I said. Quinn smiled at my optimism. "Also, after how I acted, I wouldn't want to come either."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. Like I'm sure you've heard, you had the best intentions, just not the best tactic," she said, smoothing out her skirt. "It isn't like all hope is lost or anything. You'll just be walking on eggshells for the next month or so. That doesn't mean you can't invite him to youth group or anything."

"I guess," I said.

"Just don't worry about it. If it's meant to happen, God will take care of it, right?" she said. I nodded as the organ music started, signaling the beginning of the service.

"Hey," I said as I opened the back door to my house, which opened to the kitchen. Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. "Are you seriously reading the newspaper?"

"Just the comics. So, uh, did you have fun?" he asked awkwardly. "I don't think that's what you ask someone after church, but you know what I mean." I laughed.

"Yes, I had fun Kurt. Did you have breakfast yet? Well, I guess it'd be lunch now," I asked.

"No, I don't know where anything is in your house," he said, pushing the newspaper aside.

"I guess I'll make something," I said, staring at the kitchen with fear. I catch things on fire when I try to cook. "Sandwiches are looking like the ideal lunch."

"Sounds good, as long as it doesn't involve you burning the place down," Kurt said, taking another sip of his coffee.

"How long have you been up?" I asked as I pulled out the jelly, the peanut butter, and the bread. Kurt was still in his pajamas, but his hair was done, meaning he probably did his moisturizing routine too.

"About an hour. Ew! What are you doing?" he asked when he saw me putting bananas in my peanut butter sandwich.

"Making myself a peanut butter banana sandwich," I said, not seeing what was so offensive.

"Fruit shouldn't be in sandwiches," Kurt said in a joking stern voice. I just stuck my tongue out at him and handed him a pbj without bananas.

"But isn't jelly made out of fruit?" I asked, sitting down next to him after pouring myself a glass of milk.

"That doesn't count. Jelly is supposed to be in sandwiches," he said. The conversation stayed on the safe side for a while until Kurt looked at me, thinking. "So, you said when we went out to ice cream to ask you if I had a question about something right?"

"Yea," I said, my heart thudding even though I told myself not to get too worked up. He could tell I was excited.

"Don't freak out. I'm not planning on becoming a Christian or anything. This has more to do with you," he said, which I should've expected but I guess sometimes I can be stupidly optimistic. "How did you deal with the whole 'being gay is a sin' thing? I know you said you basically ignored the Old Testament, but I'm guessing you were kidding."

"Yea I was kidding. And, that did take me a long time to get over," I started. "I remember I use to pray all the time for it to go away, you know? Because I thought 'if being gay displeases God, then I can't be that way.'" I saw Kurt cringe a bit, but I was still smiling.

"So, I went to my pastor and asked him about what his thoughts were. This was before I'd come out to anyone, so I felt like he'd give me an honest opinion. He told me that back when Leviticus was written, the Earth was still young and that a lot of the rules regarding things of that nature had to do with the need to procreate. So, he basically told me that there are pastors who believe that means that what Leviticus says about being gay is irrelevant to today's day and age. He explained the other ones to me too, but you'd have to really know the Bible to get those. Bottom line, he basically told me that he believed that if someone who was gay believed in God and believed that Jesus was their savior, then they have every right to go to heaven," I said, catching my breath from my long speech. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well," Kurt said. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to turn into one of those self loathing people over it. I guess I'd never realized till this week how religious you actually are."

"Yea," I said, rubbing the back of my head. "I guess I just didn't have any reason before this week to bring it up. I am sorry."

"Blaine, you've apologized like five times. I get it. We'll just move past it, ok?" Kurt said. "Let's just try to avoid stepping on each other's religious toes again."

"I agree," I said, kissing his forehead.

"Ew Blaine! You were just eating peanut butter!" Kurt yelled, even though he didn't make any attempts at pushing me away. I wiped my peanut butter scented spit off his forehead with my shirt sleeve.

"Better?" I asked.

"Much," he said simply. And I knew that he was right. Everything was better, even if things hadn't worked out how I wanted them to. It was all part of God's plan.