Henry headed straight to the address he'd written on his hand. Kurt made it too easy for Henry to invade his home. The boy lived in a busy building, so no one noticed when a foreigner walked amongst them. Kurt lived in an older part of town, so his apartment door didn't have a deadbolt. Henry knocked first. He landed three raps on the door before stepping back and waiting. He didn't wait long.

The door across the hall flew open and an elderly woman stepped into the hall. "He's away right now. He won't be back for a few weeks." She informed as locked the door to her apartment. "I can take a message though. I'll give it to him when he returns." Henry shook his head. He didn't need to leave a message. The woman smiled and bid him ado. Henry watched as she waddled down the hallway to the elevator. He watched her disappear into the elevator before taking another look around the hall. There was not a soul in sight. So, He slid a cancelled credit card between the door and the frame and pushed at the door. It was open in a matter of seconds.

The smell hit Henry first. The tiny apartment smelled nothing like he expected. He expected the pungent smell that came from the exertion of masturbating multiple times a night. He expected the smell of sweat and lube to fill the air. He was ready for that. He was ready to fill his nostrils with the sour stank that he assumed would linger in Kurt's home.

The smell wasn't there though. As he stepped into the tiny apartment, his nose filled with the wafting smell of vanilla. The entire place smelled like vanilla. Henry closed his eyes and inhaled. There, muted in the background was the smell of cinnamon.This is what Kurt smells like. He thought as he padded into the tiny apartment. He closed the door behind him and locked it for good measure. This was his first time in Heaven and he wanted it to be perfect and completely uninterrupted.

Henry took in the scenery. The walls were white and ordinary, almost as ordinary as the beige carpet, but the rest wasn't. Nothing about Kurt's décor was ordinary. The vintage, green sectional that wrapped around most of the room was extremely unique, as were the framed, Broadway playbills that lined the walls. They were so Kurt. He'd never met the boy in person, but he knew that Kurt liked any and all things Broadway.

As he padded through the house, he noticed a few things that shocked him. He always imagined Kurt as a very clean and tidy person, yet there were sweatpants and hoodies scattered throughout the home. Henry picked up one of the hoodies and cringed. Kurt was a Giants fan. It would have made him sick to his stomach if it was anyone other than Kurt. That was usually a deal breaker for him, but not with Kurt. Never with Kurt.He'll learn.Henry dropped the hoodie back into its resting place on the floor.

He then headed to the kitchen. It was just as unique as the living room. The yellow linoleum was hideous, but pared with the tiny, wood kitchen table, it felt homey. Henry ran his fingers over the clean mugs that sat in the dish rack. That's when he caught sight of a picture. He quickly made his way across the shoebox sized room and grabbed the picture. There was Kurt, his Kurt, with his arm draped around another man's shoulder. Henry snarled at the man. Honestly, it was unwarranted, but he was jealous. He was jealous because the man in the picture, with his ridiculous curly hair and fucking bowtie, got to touch Kurt when he didn't.He's probably an uncle or something. Get it together, Davis!

Henry finished in the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom. It was the size of a tiny closet, but that didn't stop him from stopping to smell Kurt's body wash –citrusy and light, just like Kurt- and run his fingers along Kurt's skincare products. Eventually, Henry made his way to Kurt's bedroom. It was like he'd finally found the Holy Grail. There, in that room, Kurt filmed himself doing things that made the proudest of men blush. Shivers ran up and down the doctor's spine.This is the room that he stole my heart in.

Henry stepped hesitantly into the room. He was afraid if he moved too quickly, he would wake up from the dream that he must have been having. As he moved further into the room, he noticed the differences between it and what he saw online. The comforter was different, obviously Kurt used different bedding for his shows, and now he knew that there was a stand next to the bed. Henry headed towards the stand. Normal people kept their most intimate belongings in the dresser next to the bed.

Kurt was definitely a normal person. Inside the first drawer that he pulled open, Henry found lube, a few vibrators, and an empty condom box.Why does he need condoms if he's a vir- Henry's breathe caught in his throat. Kurt was a virgin, right? That was part of the appeal. Kurt was an innocent, untouched virgin and virgins didn't need condoms.What the hell?When he looked up from the box in his hand, he got another shock. There was another picture of Kurt and the guy curly haired guy. This time, they were cuddled together at a table, obviously enjoying a dinner; a romantic dinner. In the picture, Henry could barely make out the outline of a candle and their hands were clasped above the table. He felt his stomach drop. Was the guy, that dork of a man, someone that Kurt was romantic with? Were they intimate? Did that guy get to touch Kurt in ways that only Henry should have been able to touch him? The thought made him sick.

In a fit of anger, Henry snatched the frame from the stand and tore the back open. He slid the picture out and tore it in half; right down the middle between Kurt and hislover'sbodies. He slid the picture of the man into his pocket, he would need it later, and placed the picture of Kurt back into the frame. He fastened the back. Once the picture was back in its place, Henry undid his pants and took a seat on Kurt's bed. He came a few rough strokes later, watching as the white streams landed on the picture. He smiled to himself as they dripped down the picture of Kurt's face.That's exactly how it should be.

Blaine fidgeted throughout dinner. Obviously he was nervous, but there was something more there. Maybe it was the closeness of Kurt and Finn; he'd never had a sibling, so seeing brothers interact was quite foreign to him. Maybe it was because the relationship between Carole and Kurt was tighter than Kurt's jeans; which were pretty tight. That was odd to the professor because, before today, he and his mother had the tightest, most well-kept relationship he thought imaginable between a mother and son. Or maybe, it was because he knew that Burt Hummel did not approve of their relationship. That was probably it.

Burt made it known the moment he saw Blaine that he was against their relationship. "He's way too old for you, Kurt." The man said when they stepped into the house. Kurt faltered instantly, as did Blaine. It was Carole who took control of the situation, grabbing her husband by the arm and dragging him into another room.

Things were tense when they got back. Between the small talk that Kurt and his brother, Finn, were attempting and the on again, off again conversations with Carole, Blaine couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Burt remained silent a majority of the meal. Save for the occasional grunt or strained nod, he was completely silent. "So, how did you two meet?" Burt asked, shocking the table into a submissive silence. "Because, Kurt came here a while back, going on about some kid that caught his eye while they did homework and....now we have you. What happened to that kid, Kurt? And where did this guy come from? You're a little old to be hanging out at a college aren't you?" Burt fired off.

Blaine wanted to throw himself into an open grave.Hey, I hear there's a graveyard nearby."My God, Dad. Calm down. I never said he was a kid and Blaine's a teacher at the school; that's why he was there." Just like when most great secrets were revealed, the silence at the table became deafening. Quickly realizing what he'd said, Kurt continued hastily. "Not my teacher though. Just a teacher." Burt look suspiciously between the two.

"Why didn't you tell me this before, Kurt?" He finally asked as he turned his attention to his son.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Because I knew you'd react like this before knowing him. I figured if you met him first and then I told you, you'd be more willing to give him a chance. Obviously I was wrong. You judged him before he could introduce himself."

"Which is a damn shame." Carole chimed. She wasn't pleased with her husband's behavior. They raised their boys to be open and understanding towards others, yet Burt shut Blaine out before the poor dear introduced himself. "You judged this boy-"

"He's not a boy!" Burt insisted.

Carole continued, undeterred. "Before he had a chance to tell you his name. That disappoints me, Burt. I'm not gonna lie. That's really disappointing. I didn't judge you when you asked me out, even though I knew you had a little boy at home that you had a rocky relationship with. And you didn't judge me even though you knew I had a little boy at home that liked to eat grass."

Finn groaned and tossed his fork down on his plate. "Why do you guys always bring that up?" He asked.

"Because it was gross, Finn."

"That's not the point!" Carole shouted, reining back in the conversation. "The point was that you judged Blaine and we brought these kids up not to judge anyone. What makes what you did any different than what kids did to Kurt in high school?"

Burt glared at his wife; really glared.If looks could kill.She thought as she glared back. Eventually, they broke eye contact and Burt's eyes travelled to Blaine.

He is too old for Kurt. He has more gray in his hair than Kurt has grass on the playing field."You like football, Blaine?" He Burt asked after an intense silence.

Blaine's body stiffened momentarily.Why does this question feel so loaded?"Umm...yeah. Yeah, I like football." He finally replied. Burt grunted and took a swig of his beer.

"College or pro?"

"Both; actually. I'm a huge NFL fan...Go Giants, right? Yeah...but I've always kept up with my Buckeyes and Texas A & M." He replied as calmly as he could. Which wasn't very calm at all.

"Dude, I went to an A & M game last season." Finn shouted excitedly.

Burt shook his head. "Screw A & M. He said Buckeyes. There might be hope for him with this family."

"I think his relationship withmedictates whatever hope he has with this family." Kurt pointed out. The table, broke into a fit of laughter.

"Yeah right, kid. It was never about you. It's about your mom and me.Wedecide if there is hope for someone in this family. I don't care if he's your boyfriend or not. Why do you think Finn came home alone?" Kurt shrugged. He didn't know why. "Because that girl he was dating was rude to your mother. If we don't like them, they go. It's as simple as that."

"So what do you think about Blaine now that Carole has handed you your ass?"

"Handed me my ass, yeah right. Carole doesn't have anything to do with this." When he saw the challenging look on his wife's face, he backpedaled quickly. "I mean, of course she has something to do with this, but...I mean....I'll admit, maybe I was a little harsh to begin with and..." The dirty looks continued. This time, Kurt joined in.

"A little harsh? Dad, you wrote him off when he stepped out of the car." Kurt sat back and crossed his arms across his chest. He loved watching his dad squirm. Burt was a strong man that never took crap from anyone, but he was a burly pile of fear when his son and wife were upset with him.

"Fine." Burt shouted as he turned his gaze to Blaine. "I judged you prematurely. I'm sorry. Are you guys happy now?" He asked sarcastically. Kurt and Carole shared a look before turning to the man. They both nodded. "Good. Now, Blaine, you say you like the Buckeyes?"

Dinner finished a lot more pleasantly than it began. The anxious silence that filled the house hours before was replaced with the sounds of laughter and merriment. "Well, I guess we'll see you guys in a week or so." Burt said as he pulled is son into a hug. Kurt nodded. They had plans to meet his family for dinner the following week. "Good. Call me before then though. Let your old man know how you're doing."

"Alright, Dad. Love you."

"Love you too, kiddo."

"That was kind of a disaster." Blaine said as he climbed into bed that evening. Regardless of how well things ended up being, he was still a bit shaken about how the evening began. He'd never felt so unwanted in a house before. All of his ex-boyfriend's parents adored him from the moment they met him, yet Burt Hummel shut him out.

Kurt shrugged and crawled into bed. "Trust me; it wasn't that bad." He replied as he draped his arm over his boyfriend's mid-section. "I mean, yeah it was bad in the beginning, but everything worked out. "Yeah, you should have seen how he treated my friend, Sam, in high school.

Blaine leaned back and stared down at his boyfriend. "Not that bad?" He asked incredulously. "Your dad spent an hour telling me how much he likes to hunt And that wasafterhe started to warm up to me."

"My dad is just overprotective. He does that to everyone." Kurt explained.Like my friend Noah that lives in Toledo. He tore him a new one.

"I find that hard to believe." Blaine shot back.

Kurt sat up and stared at his boyfriend. Blaine would not meet his gaze. "Look, he said sorry. That's more than he's ever done. I know he made you uncomfortable and I know he made you feel unwanted. I'm sorry for that. It's just...he worries about me. He remembers how I felt after my mother left and he remembers how I was after the bullying and heartbreak that went along with high school. I think he's scared that, since you're older, you're looking for a more mature relationship. In his eyes, I'm still a kid and I can't handle that kind of relationship. So, he's scared you're going to leave me. That's why he was so put off by you. It's not you...it's just that he's scared for me. That's how dads are."

Blaine listened intently as Kurt spoke. It made sense in a country justice kind of way. Burt wanted to protect Kurt in the same way that Blaine's own father wanted to protect him.Even though I'm 30 and can take care of myself.

"Besides, I think we freaked him out. I'm a grown man, yet I've never taken a boyfriend home; never even hinted that I had one. I think he's still trying to deal with the fact that I've got a man in my life that I love even though I'm not obligated to."

"Alright, Kurt. I get it. I won't let tonight get to me." Blaine said as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him closer to his bare chest.

"Good, because tonight was a onetime deal. My dad had one chance to mess this up, so we're going to spend the rest of our time here guilting him into making up for it. We start next week at dinner. Bring your sad 'you made me feel awful' face." Blaine chuckled lightly before leaning down and planting a kiss on the top of his boyfriend's head.

"Sounds like a plan to me."