It was Tuesday before Kurt had gathered up the courage to call Blaine and ask him out, and even then it was mostly because he had been cornered by Carole one afternoon when he had stopped by his parents house to pick up something. He tried not to fidget as he spoke on the phone with Blaine, managing to slip into their usual banter for a couple minutes before he noticed his step-mother's goading look from across the room. Kurt gave in with a little sigh, rolling his eyes at Carole while mouthing the word's 'I know' to her as he started to pace. "So to what do I owe this unexpected, but not unwanted, phone call?" Blaine asked.

"Huh? Oh! Right." Kurt, ever the eloquent one. But to be fair, it was hard to ask someone out with someone watching his every move, occasionally face palming at him. "I was wondering if you were doing anything on Friday?" He asked, managing to keep his voice from cracking like a high school kid.

"Not that I know of, why?" Blaine asked, his smirk evident in his voice even over the phone. It was one of his best features, his voice. It was so honest and truthful, his emotions always right there on the edge of his tone. Yet he still managed to seem closed off, his beautiful eyes far away and guarded. Kurt could wax poetic for hours about those amber colored eyes, how much they must have seen to end up looking like they did.

"I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner, with me." Why he felt the need to make sure Blaine knew that he would be attending said dinner was beyond Kurt. Sometime's he still had moments where he felt like a little boy in desperate need to have people like him, to want to spend time with him.

"Well I should hope with you, otherwise that would be a very dull dinner." Blaine chuckled kindly, which just made Kurt smile brightly on the other end of the receiver. "You're grinning aren't you?"

"I most certainly am not." Kurt responded, knowing full and well that his tone let on that he was lying. A simple 'uh-huh' was all he got in return. "Oh hush you, I'll talk to you later. I have to get back to work." They quickly said their goodbyes before hanging up, Kurt turning to his step-mother, who was grinning like a loon. "Oh shush you." He tsk'd at her only to find himself pulled into a warm motherly hug by the woman. "Not that I didn't enjoy it, but what was that for?" Kurt asked once they parted.

"It's just, I enjoy seeing you in love." The woman beamed.

"Whoa, who said anything about love, I'm not in love." Kurt countered quickly.

"Who's in love?" Burt asked, having randomly entered the kitchen midway into their conversation.

"Kurt is." Carole answered far to quickly.

"Oh really?" Burt arched his eyebrows at his son.

"Oh my god, I am not in love." Kurt huffed in an almost petulant way, which only made Carole smile again and Burt give him a knowing look. "I barely know the guy, we haven't even gone on a date yet. Which may I remind you, is only happening because you're pushy." Kurt pointed at the older woman in a playful manner.

"Yeah, but we like her that way." Burt smirked as he walked past his wife, kissing her cheek quickly as he went. "So, tell me about this boy?"

"Man, dad. Man, I'm not a little kid anymore, if I dated boys I'd be arrested." Kurt reminded his father with a little sigh as he sat down at the small kitchen table, watching Carole go around making Burt lunch even though he would have easily made himself a sandwich on his own. It was very cute how old fashioned the woman could be while still being so very progressive and open minded, the best of both the old and the new. Kurt often lamented on the fact that more people weren't like Carole, because he knew for a fact that if the universe needed more of something, it was Carole and her kind smiles and loving calm words. Kurt often found himself surprised how much he had come to love the woman, because for so long he thought he would never be able to love another person the way he loved Burt, or how he had loved his mother. With such a blind ferocity that it physically hurt to think of life without them, like time would and should stop if they were suddenly snatched from the world. 

"Right. Man, sorry." Burt chuckled, sitting across from Kurt. "But you know you'll always be my kid Kurt, and anyone you deem worthy enough to date I will also see as my kid." Kurt couldn't help but grin, his father was one in a million. When he was made, the mold was broken. Which was both sad for the lack of truly amazing Burt like people out there, but also made Kurt feel extremely lucky for his fortune.

"I actually think you might already." Kurt admitted.

"What?" Burt questioned, glancing at Carole across the room who was also listening intently as she went about her cooking.

"Do you remember when I was sixteen? Dave Karofsky put me in the hospital?"

"Yes." Burt answered a bit too tersely.

"Remember I spent a couple weeks there, I shared a room with a boy who had been badly beaten. He couldn't really talk because of all the damage to his face, but he cried a lot. No one ever visited him, I use to read out loud to him so that we wouldn't have that weird awkward silence between us that only comes from not talking."

The older man looked thoughtful for a moment, Carole giving up all pretense of cooking and coming over to stand next to him, hand on his shoulder. "Vaguely, I think I bought him something."

"A stuffed dog." Kurt reminded.

"Yeah, that's right." Burt snapped his fingers. "That's poor kid." He frowned, thinking about how horrible it must have been for a teen to be scared and hurting and not have anyone there to hold his hand or tell him that everything would be okay.

"That's the guy." Kurt said. "The man I'm going out with on Friday, Blaine, he was the boy that I shared the room with."

"Oh my." Carole breathed out in surprise, her hand coming up to her chest in disbelief. 

"Really?" Burt asked, looking dumbfounded.

"Honest, he remembers me, and you." Kurt nodded to his father. "He thought he had recognized me when we first met, but he couldn't place from where until last week when I was talking about what it was like for me when I was in high school."

"What are the odds?" Burt clicked his tongue.

"Pretty slim, I've tried to do the math." Kurt quipped with a little nod.

"Seems like the universe has a plan for the two of you." Carole said.

"Seems like." Kurt agreed with a gentle smile.

If the universe had a plan for Blaine and Kurt, the latter wanted to know exactly what it was, because he was starting to get annoyed. All week there had been odd weather, storms and an overcast sky. Kurt was dreading the idea of it raining on their date, the two of them ending up looking like drowned rats, dripping on the floors of a very expensive French restaurant. As it turned out, the universe had something much different in store for them. It was late Friday afternoon and Kurt had just stepped out of the shower when there was a loud crack of lighting from outside followed by what had to have been the loudest silence Kurt had ever heard in his life. It was like all the air had been sucked out of their one floor house, the lights flicker and then went out, the central air slow down with a low hum before shutting off completely. Electronics, appliances, everything died. "What the -" "DADDY!?" Jamie suddenly screamed from the other end of the house, Kurt giving a little startled jump before rushing out toward his son's bedroom. "Jamie? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked as he opened the door, looking around in the very dim room now that the only light was coming in from the window. And considering how gray it was outside, that was to say, there wasn't much light.

"What happened to the tv!?" Jamie whined.

Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes. "God, Jamie, don't do that! I thought you were hurt or something."

"My Little Pony was on!" The child motioned wildly to the little pink desktop tv that was sitting on his dresser across from the single bed.

"That's no reason to scream bloody murder." He chastised.

"What happened to the power?" Jamie pouted.

"I don't- Ugh!" Kurt groaned in frustration when the phone in the kitchen rang. "Stay here." He pointed at Jamie before rushing toward the kitchen, attempting not to trip over any scattered toys that he could no longer see with any type of clarity. It also didn't help that he was still holding onto the ends of his towel, keeping it from falling from around his waist as he moved quickly. Kurt was about to grab the land line that was just inside the wall of the kitchen door when he stepped on something soft, their cat screeching loudly from having it's tail stomped on. "Dammit Midnight!" Kurt cursed his son's cat before grabbing the phone, huffing a quick 'hello' into the receiver.

"Glad I made you put in a land line now?" Burt said on the other end of the phone.

"Dad?" Kurt sighed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You wanted all cordless phones, but I made you put in one that was just a plain old fashioned wall phone." Burt reminded.

"No, I know that, I mean, why is that of importance."

"Because of the electrical storm."

"The wha.... oh hell, is that what that was?" Kurt questioned.

"Yeah, haven't you been watching the news? They've been warning about it for like the last forty-five minutes."

Kurt sighed again, leaning his hip against the counter. "No dad, I've been getting ready for my date, remember? I'm suppose to be dropping Jamie off in an hour."

"Oh crap!." Burt sounded genuinely upset for his son. "I'm sorry kiddo, damn mother nature getting in the way. A supercell is passing over us, it's knocked out the entire electrical grid, the town's black." 

"Of course." Kurt muttered as he scrubbed a hand over his face. "Well then, I'm not going to bring Jamie over."

"You could, you know. We're just up the street, it's not like you have to drive. We could still have a Friday night dinner, living on a ranch style."

"Living on a ranch?"

"Yeah, cold beans out of a can." Burt chuckled.

Kurt managed a small laugh. "I'll think we'll pass, besides, it sounds like it's pretty windy out there, so I don't wanna risk the walk, even if it's short."

"Okay buddy, call us if you need anything." Burt said.

"Will do dad." And with that Kurt hung up, leaning his head against the wall next to the phone, closing his eyes for a moment as he listened to the distant thunder rolling in.

"When are the lights coming back on!?" Jamie yelled.

"They're not."

"WHAT!?"

"Ugh, Jamie, let me get dressed and then I'll explain." Kurt called out to his son as he headed toward his room, only tripping once. Talk about the short end of the stick being drawn, Kurt just had that kind of luck. First guy in years he was interested in and the universe literally rained on his parade.