"Hey kido," he chimed with a smile as he approached us. Blaine smiled and shook his uncle’s hand then hugged him. “Trent, did you lose weight?" he shook Trent’s hand. He looked at me, the same eyes Blaine had in a worn tired face. He seemed a lot different than Blaine's father he had laugh lines and a presidential smile. Blaine still looked more like his mother to me. "Hello there, are you a new member?"

"No I'm not. I'm Blaine’s..." I looked at him for an answer.

"My best friend and current roommate." Blaine said with an awkward laugh.

"Oh nice to meet you, I’m Joe." He held his hand out.

"Kurt, it’s nice to meet you too."

"Roommate eh," he looked back to Blaine, "your mother doesn't know that, she's been calling me all week worried sick."

"I told her I was fine." Blaine clarified.

"I'm sure you are. Can I join you?"

"Don't they have a special table for you all?"

"Nope, only for senior exits," Joe said taking a chair next to Blaine. "So Kurt, are you a student?"

"No," I said coolly. "I graduated three years ago."

"Attended college?"

"Cambridge University, I just returned to the county."

"Impressive, so how did you two meet?"

"Over coffee, Kurt had a spare room." Blaine interjected as our conversation turned into an interrogation.

"That is generous for you," Joe commented looking at Blaine then back to me.

"Well I’m a nice guy." I said smiling at Blaine.

"What did you study at Cambridge?"

"Theater major, minor in English."

"That's unfortunate," Joe said accepting the compliment water the waitress placed in front of him.

"How so?" I questioned.

"Acting its, well..."

"Theater as in Broadway, not Hollywood." I clarified.

"Same concept." Joe shook his head.

"Don't let Rachel know he said that." Blaine said softly making me smile.

"She'd bite his head off." I responded just as quiet but Blaine thought I was hilarious laughing a bit too hard for an inside joke. "I love it when you laugh." I let slip as he calmed down.

"Ladies and gentleman, as we rap up dinner and dessert I ask that all the incoming members make their way to the front for their performance blazers." Wes said from the podium.

"Bring out the chickens for sacrifice," someone shouted.

Wes shook his head and said back, "I thought it was a cow this year."

"Senior year, are you ready Blaine?" Joe asked.

"I don't know, I've got a strange feeling about this year." Blaine replied.

"The year will go by fast, then off to North Carolina, I might get a condo there to keep an eye on you." Joe Said.

Blaine just looked down, he was holding his tongue, I could tell by the way be pursed his lips and swallowed. "Blaine you got into Duke? I'm so jealous, I haven't been accepted yet." Trent said on my left.

"No I have Trent, no one gets them till fall or spring," Blaine said.

"But Blaine’s application was flawless. Yale, Berkley, or Stanford would be lucky to have him."

"You never told me what you wanted to study," I said to Blaine.

"He wants to be a doctor, first in the family." Joe said proudly leaning back to put his hand on Blaine's chair

"Actually, I want to be a veterinarian, but I see where dad would blur the line." Blaine said growing agitated.

"I just realized you don’t eat meat," I said become conscious of the fact that I don't remember seeing him eat meat. "I feel like such a bad roommate for not noticing."

"Yeah I am, but that's not why I want to be a vet." Blaine elucidated

"It's better then acting I suppose but a more honorable profession would be a doctor." Joe said.

Blaine clenched his jaw and pursed his lip, "I'm still the first doctor Uncle Joe," he said.

"I was lying, your cousin Danielle is a dentist." Joe thought for a moment, "oh and your Aunt Meredith just got her doctrine in French, I don't know whether to call her professor Anderson or Doctor Anderson now." He chuckled.

"Not all of us can be state attorneys or CEO's," Blaine said weakly. Fun uncle my ass, he is so rude, and Blaine looks so irritated yet he pretends like its nothing.

"That's entirely too bad, I'm sure George will give you a nice place on top. Or bottom, CEOs need runners as much as they need secretaries." Joe laughed again. "How sharp is your memory? Close your eyes."

"Uncle Joe," Blaine began to protest.

"No way, it’s been almost a year since you've done this close your eye." Blaine compiled gaining Trent’s full attention. "Good, now, there are 4 hats in the room. Describe them." Joe said.

"That's impossible," I interjected the same time Blaine spoke.

"David’s girlfriend is wearing a black headband with a little black and green hat attached, Wes has a fedora on its gray, and Mr. Kost has his fedora over his jacket, which is black pinstripe. And you always keep a ball cap in your jacket pocket. More importantly, there are 5 hats, the bus boy has a monster energy drink beanie tucked into his back pocket. Can I open my eyes now?" Blaine said now just pissed off.

"Wow," Trent said as I stared at Blaine shocked.

"Not bad, Wes hat is pinstriped Steve's is gray. Beannys aren't hats so you are wrong on that one but kudos to inspection of the bus boy." Joe shot Blaine down once again, at this point I had enough.

"Blaine, Rachel is coming over tonight and she doesn't have the key yet, we should head home." I said.

"Yeah, we should." Blaine scooted out of the chair, "I have to let the new roommate in, it was great seeing you Uncle Joe, and see you at school Trent."

"It was nice to meet you Trent." I said smiling at the sassy warbler, "good evening Joe," I shook his hand again feeling strange since his hand was colder than mine.

Blaine waved off his friends and left the restaurant. "I'm sorry, I couldn't handle another second of that." I told Blaine.

"That's alright." Blaine shrugged trying to calm himself down, "so what now?"

"We are hardly ever out of the house, let's go see a movie," I suggest looking at the bright Lima 24 theater lights over head.

"That sounds like a great plan." Blaine faked a smile.

"Or we can talk," I said taking his hand. "Joe doesn't see that fun."

"There's not much to talk about. Let’s go see that movie." He pulled me along towards the street.