Title: Don't tell
Rating (overall): M
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine.
Spoilers: none , AU
Warnings: In future this fic will have mature content
Notes: Hi guys this is one of my firsts fanfics and my native language isn't English, so I am sorry for all the mistakes, but I can't write this in my native language, homosexuality is a crime in my country and let's say that English is not that popular here so the risks are smaller for me if I write in your language. If you notice any mistakes tell me I am working to get my English better! ;-)

Summary: Blaine is a traumatized soldier returning home, he didn't have any prospects or hopes until he meet this angelic boy that will change his life forever.

Hey guys! This a new fanfic I hope that you like it, I am writting basead on some documentary about traumatized soldiers that I saw,( I just put some boyXboy love on it).

Well I am looking for a beta reader to help with this story , especially with the grammar, you will notice that grammar is not my stronger point at all. So if anyone out there want help me, send my a Private message I really want to improve my writing!

I hope that you guys like! Please tell me what you think? Pretty pretty pleaase?

*begging eyes*

Don't Tell

The United States Military's 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' policy wasn't the reason why Soldier Blaine Anderson was returning home before the expected time. They'd never asked and he'd never told. Maybe that was because Blaine wasn't 100% sure about his own sexuality, but that is beside the point right now, the reason for his early homecoming was that he became unfit for service. That happened after he hurt his leg and became unable to run, and believe me, if you want survive in Iraq you needed be able to run.

Now, after the most frightening and traumatic years of his life, after enlisting as an immature and inexperienced teen, he was returning home carrying too many shattered memories, trapped in a web of guilt and grief. He had lost his best friends in field, and sometimes, when no one was around, Blaine wished that he also had died that day, because just hurt too much be alive surround by memories that didn't let him sleep or smile without feel guilty.

When he was young, Blaine had the feeling that 'any place but Lima, would be great' and that was what motivated him to join the Army. He needed to leave that town behind.

Leaving behind that small town was his escape from his dictatorial father, and all the expectations of his family that he didn't want to deal with. Those expectations were similar to the "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Which, in a strange way, made Blaine comfortable in the Army. Sure, Blaine did know that being comfortable not telling people who you truly are wasn't right, but when he joined the Army he was just a scared kid tired of questions like "why you don't have a girlfriend yet?" "Don't you think that girl Rachel is cute?". In the Army at least, he could escape those questions since no one expect anything from him except being a good soldier.

Now, years later, the airport still had the same smell, the same atmosphere that it had years ago. And seeing all those people saying goodbye and carrying heavy suitcases, Blaine realized that it wasn't the airport that had changed, it was him. The naïve, young boy that said goodbye to his family years ago in this airport had come home a shattered man, looking to see if life had anything left to offer that could make him feel better.

The good thing for Blaine, at least, was that his mother had finally divorced his father. Now that his father was out of the picture there was nothing impeding his return. He didn't want come back early and have to tell his father why he was returning. Blaine didn't want to tell that man that, due to his medical issues, re-upping wasn't really an alternative.

Lost in his thoughts Blaine stood waiting for his ride until a shrill cry brought him back to reality.

"Blaine!" That was the shrill cry that made him turn around just in time to catch the exuberant Latina girl that had launched herself at him, screaming, "Oh God, I missed you so much Hobbit!"

There was a lot about Lima that he didn't miss, that he would never miss, but one thing that certainly did miss, and that was his best friend, Santana.

"Santana!" he screamed enveloping the beautiful woman in a bear hug. He lifted Santana off the floor and spun her around, really feeling truly happy for the first time in months. "Blaine let me down!" she screamed as she punched Blaine's arms to get her freedom back. "Wow he got so strong!" she thought. She kind of missed the skinny boy that she left in this airport years ago.

When he finally released her from his arms, the pretty female took the opportunity to take a good look at him. He was so different; he looked stronger, more amazing, and much more masculine that he used to. "You've filled out, Blainey," she commented, with a grin: "I'm gonna have to beat the girls off you with a baseball bat just so I can get some of your attention!"

Embarrassed, Blaine ignored her comment simply asking where she had parked her car, but of course that Santana didn't give up so easily of the subject and keep asking if he wanted to be introduced to some nice girls that she knew. Blaine was turning really red and getting a little frustrated when suddenly Santana stopped talking and jumped in the arms of an unfamiliar man.

"Kurt! You came!" she screamed hugging the stranger. "Who is that man?" Thought Blaine, but when Santana finally let the stranger breathe and let go of him, Blaine lost his ability to have coherent thoughts.

Tall, gorgeous, with the smoothest, pale skin and impressive eyes that Blaine had ever seen, the strange man approached introducing himself:

"I am Kurt Hummel it's nice finally meet you, Santana told me a lot about you"

Well, maybe life did have something left to offer Blaine after all.