Burt watched his son rumbling through the house, packing some stuff at the last minute, trying to fit everything in this one small suitcase. He was frustrated, Burt could see, and.. nervous?

“Hey, hey, kiddo, calm down a little,” Burt finally said and grabbed his son by shoulders. “Take a deep breath and let it out, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Dad, I’m going to New York without any kind of plan. It can’t be just okay,” Kurt said. Burt could almost hear his heartbeat beating.

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked and Kurt sighed. “You’re going to New York with the plan to finally really live and to be with the man you love.”

Some kind of hiccup released from Kurt’s lungs when he said that. His son stared at him with wide eyes like he wouldn’t believe what he had just hear.

“What?” Burt asked in confusion.

“You.. you s-said ‘man’,” Kurt stuttered. “You said I’m going to be with the man I love. Not guy.. or a boy.”

It took a moment before Burt could understand what Kurt was saying. When he did, however, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh and pull him into his arms.

“God, Kurt, of course he’s a man. And so are you, you stopped being a boy or a.. kiddo a long time ago, even though I hate to admit it.”

Kurt laughed shakily too as they hugged. Now Burt could feel the heartbeat beating rapidly in Kurt’s chest.

“You gotta, calm down,” Burt continued once they pulled away. “You’ll be fine. You’ll love New York, I know it and besides, I know for sure that you’re going to be safe..” Kurt blinked. “Because of Blaine. He’ll keep you safe.”

They smiled and looked into each other’s eyes for a moment until Kurt remembered that he’ll be leaving any minute to New York and started running around the house again.

Of course it was hard for Burt. It was painful to drive his son to the airport and walk him in, where Blaine already waited him with his own parents.

“Hey,” Blaine smiled lightly when Kurt showed up. It seemed like Blaine had already had some kind of doubts, if Kurt is really going to show up.

“Hi,” Kurt answered and planted a tiniest kiss on Blaine’s lips. God, they were adorable.  “You ready?”

Blaine pressed his lips together and glanced over to Burt. That made Burt frown suspiciously.  Something was off, Burt could see because Blaine looked even more nervous, than Kurt.

“Yeah, I just.. want to have a word with you r father.”

Kurt blinked at him with confusion a few times but nodded then.  While Blaine walked over to Burt, Blaine’s parents walked over to Kurt to say their last goodbyes.

“Hey,” Burt said to Blaine. God, was he really shaking? “You okay? You look like you’re going to explode.”

“It’s because maybe I am,” Blaine mumbled quietly.

“You’re not having any second thoughts about living with Kurt, are you?” Burt couldn’t help but ask. “Because it’s really not the best time to tell me this..”

“No, no,” Blaine answered quickly. “It’s actually quite an opposite. “

“Oh?” Burt was confused. What was he talking about?

Blaine took a look over to his shoulder and glanced at Kurt who didn’t even notice because he was too busy with talking to Blaine’s parents. With the moment of preparation, Blaine pulled out of his pocket a small velvet box. Burt swallowed, hard.

“Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said with a very nervous tone and opened the box. “I’m asking your permission to marry your son.”

There was a ring: golden, with a.. bow tie statuette? Burt looked at Blaine like he’d want to ask if he had lost his marbles.

“Not right now,” Blaine added quickly once he saw Burt’s expression. “But like in.. a few years from now or so. I don’t know exactly when, but I want to give this to Kurt, when it’s time. And I’m asking your permission for that.” Blaine was rambling, words came out barel.

“Oh, wow, okay, first of all,” Burt uttered once he got his speech back. “Since when am I Mr. Hummel to you? As long as I remember, you’ve always called me by my name, which Burt by the way, and I’m more than fine with that.”

Blaine blushed but relaxed a little.

“Secondly,” Burt continued. “What’s with the bow tie?”

Blaine just stood there and stared at him, saying nothing until he slowly understood the meaning of Burt’s words.

“Wha- are you serious?” Blaine asked with very surprised tone. “You’re giving me you permission to marry your son?”

“Well, that’s what you asked, didn’t you?

“Of course, yeah, that’s what I asked,” the boy answered with disbelief. “Oh, woah, I didn’t think I could get it so easily though..”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Burt said to that. “As long as you keep making him smile the way you do, I’m more than fine with you marring him, you don’t need my permission for that.”

A light shade of smile crept down to Blaine’s scared face.

“Now, I’m still curious, what’s up with that bow tie.. I mean, where the hell do you get all those bow tie rings from?”

“Well..” Blaine mumbled and took a look at the ring, like admiring it. “It’s Marc Jacobs, I bought it with the most of the money I earned in the garage last summer, I hope you don’t mind. I figured that maybe, if Kurt will turn back to fashion one day, he would appreciate it. And he.. knows the meaning of a bow tie. It’s cheesy but.. I love him,” he finally confessed with a confident smile. “And I want to spend the rest of my life proving him that.”

It was a little weird to hear him saying that, it was the first time that he had confessed that to Burt, but it only made his heart fill joy and warmth. And with that, Burt knew in full confident that the next time he’ll see his son, he’ll be wearing a lot more Marc Jacob’s clothes.

“Good,” Burt smiled back. “Now put that away, so Kurt wouldn’t see it and give me the last hug.”

Blaine laughed and obligated, sliding a box back to his pocket and leaning for the last hug.

“Thank you Burt,” Blaine said then. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, son,” Burt answered and they finally pulled away from each other.

Then came Kurt to give a last hug before Blaine took his hand and they walked happily towards to the gates. Before Burt lost the sight of them, he could notice them mounting ‘I love you’s to each other.