Blaine bounced up and down anxiously on the front porch. He was going to do this. He had to do this. He didn't just drive all the way to Lima to run away before he had even seen Kurt.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed a finger to the doorbell, jumping at the loud music that seemed to burst from it. It seemed... very Kurt, Blaine decided as he laughed slightly.

As the door opened slowly, he inhaled again, preparing himself.

What he wasn't prepared for was the slightly burly man wearing a plaid shirt and a baseball cap who answered the door. The man stared at him for a moment and Blaine swore that he could feel himself wither up and die on the porch.

That is, until the man's face broke out into a huge smile. "You must be Blaine!" he said warmly, ushering him inside.

Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he walked into the house after the two shook hands, "Hello, sir, nice to meet you."

"None of that sir stuff, call me Burt. But yeah, it's very nice to meet you! Kurt told me how you two met, funny story," the man- Burt- said, walking up the stairs, "Kurt, your friend's here!"

"Come on up to the kitchen," called Kurt's voice, "Carole wants to meet you!"

Blaine followed Burt up the steps, turning into the kitchen that was filled with the smell of food. He gaped for a second as Kurt came into view. Kurt, who was wearing a flour covered apron and had cheeks flushed lightly pink from the heat of the kitchen.

"Hi, Blaine!" came the voice of a woman walking up behind Blaine, "I'm Carole!"

Blaine turned around, sticking out his hand formally, "Nice to meet you."

Carole smiled for a second before wrapping him in a much unexpected hug. Blaine stiffened for a second from shock before loosening up as she whispered to him, "Relax sweetie, we won't bite."

Blaine choked back a laugh at that, thoroughly surprised at how welcoming this family was. It was a really welcome change, he thought sadly to himself.

"Blaine! Didn't even get to properly say hello yet!" Kurt said, jutting him out of his thoughts. He took off his apron swiftly before leaning into hug Blaine. They sure were a family of huggers.

"You weren't lying about the whole food thing," Blaine replied, unsure of what else to say as he looked around at the lavish meal that Kurt and Carole had just finished putting together.

"We Hudmels go all out," Carole quipped as she set the last of the silverware down on the table.

"Hudmels?" questioned Blaine, looking up at Kurt. He was fairly certain- okay he was one hundred percent certain since he had looked at it enough times- that Kurt had put his name into his phone as Hummel.

"Hudson-Hummels," Kurt explained with a smile, "My dad and I are the Hummels, Carole and Finn are the Hudsons."

"Finn?"

"Stepbrother. And don't worry. He may look intimidating, but he's a big teddy bear."

That didn't do much to put Blaine's mind at ease as he began panicking again. Sure, Burt and Carole seemed okay with him, but there was always a chance to screw that up. And now there was another person for Blaine to mess up in front of.

"Hey, Blaine, it'll be fine," Kurt whispered, hand on his as he looked at him with worry.

They both jumped when a door down the hall slammed. "Is dinner done?"

"Jesus, Finn! You're gonna break the house! And there are more important things to life than food," Kurt snapped back as a really, really tall guy walked into the kitchen.

"Like what?"

"Like being polite. Finn, meet Blaine. Blaine, meet the Neanderthal that we've taken to calling Finn."

Blaine stuck out his hand, surprised when Finn shook his hand with a firm grasp.

"Welcome to the famous Hudmels' dinner," he said kindly before turning back to Kurt, "And dude, I am totally not a Neanderthal."

"Could have fooled me," snorted Kurt.

After dinner passed, with Blaine being only slightly plagued by nerves, Kurt shooed Finn out of the kitchen. Burt and Carole excused themselves, saying that they were going to watch a movie in the office.

Kurt sighed, leaning back on the counter, "Glad that's over."

"Why?" Blaine asked with confusion, "They're so nice."

"Well, yeah, but they get a little overwhelming sometimes."

Blaine just looked down at the table, wishing he had what Kurt had. He couldn't help it. He knew he shouldn't be thinking it, but it was just upsetting to see what he could have had.

"You okay?" Kurt questioned, a look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, fine," Blaine replied, shaking himself out of his thoughts, "You said something about cookies?"