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From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:02 pm)

Wer du u liv?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:02 pm)

It amuses me how eloquent you are in your message. *Insert sarcasm here*

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:08 pm)

Driving.

Where do you live? Happy?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:08 pm)

Anderson!

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:10 pm)

Dont worry, babe. I only text at red lights.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:10 pm)

Really? Were actually doing pet names right now?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:13 pm)

Boyfriends do that, babe.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:12 pm)

Yeah... in high school.. youre already... what? 22?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:12 pm)

I just turned 26, for your information, hon.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:12 pm)

Shit! Youre older than me?

Eew to the hon, btw. We sound like an old married couple.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:18 pm)

Pshh... like you dont know. I maybe older but Im sexier and just a little handsomer than you.

Poopsy Doodles? Pooky Bear? Honey Bunny? Sweet Pea? xx

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:20 pm)

Is that even a word? Handsomer?

But at least I act my own age. :^,

What the hell!? Did you just google worst nicknames? Just stick with my name, thank you very much.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:21 pm)

Yes, its a word. I googled it. HA! XD

And what the hell is that smiley face supposed to be?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:21 pm)

Its a smirk, Anderson. Do you really often use that much emoticons?

You see, I feel were a couple if I use your name instead of those stupid nicknames.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:23 pm)

Just with you, boyfriend.

And that looks weird.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:23 pm)

Just like you.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:23 pm)

But you like me, dont deny it!

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:24 pm)

I HAVE to like you.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:24 pm)

Semantics. *shrug shrug*

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:30 pm)

So where do you live?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:30 pm)

New York.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:30 pm)

No shit! I didnt know that? (a293;r48;ლ)

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:31 pm)

Did you just google how to facepalm in a text?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:31 pm)

Maybe...

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:32 pm)

Hmmm...

I dont know which is gayer, you searching about emoticons or your tongue shoved down my throat?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:33 pm)

You think about my tongue?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:33 pm)

I have to get used to it. Do you know how touchy you can be?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:34 pm)

I know. *giggles*

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:34 pm)

Really? Giggles? Be careful, B. Your gay is showing.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:32 pm)

B? I like it, K.

I HAVE to act gay, remember?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:36 pm)

Do not call me K! I feel like were in a gay version of Gossip Girl.

Act gay with people around us! How would they believe you if Im the only who can see?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:36 pm)

XOXO, gossip girl.

You started it. Can I call you Kirk instead?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:38 pm)

Its strangely weird that you know what gossip girl is. Are you sure youre not gay? *staring right at you*

Just stick with my name, Blaine.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:40 pm)

YUP! 100% straight. All boobs and vaginas!

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:40 pm)

Eew! Thank you for that gross image. *Instant boner kill*

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:41 pm)

Wait! Are you jerking off!? Hummel, you dirty dog!

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:42 pm)

Its an expression, asshole.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:42 pm)

Hmm... asshole? I like this one better.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:50 pm)

K!

Kurt.

KURT!

You never answered my question!

I promise, Ill behave now.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:52 pm)

Bushwick.

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:56 pm)

Where in Bushwick?

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:56 pm)

Why?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 2:57 pm)

We have to go somewhere.

From: Kurt (March 27, 2018; 2:59 pm)

206 Cornelia St. Brockman Bldg.

Where are we going?

From: Blaine (March 27, 2018; 3:00 pm)

HAMPTONS. xx

Incoming Call: Kirk <3

Blaine grabbed his Bluetooth set on the dashboard and put it on his ear to answer the call from Kurt.

"Babe," Blaine greeted and smiled as he imagined Kurt rolling his eyes for using that nickname on him. He then opened his GPS to locate the exact location of Kurts apartment building.

"Why the fuck are we going to Hamptons, Anderson?" Kurt asked frustrated as Blaine sharply turned to a corner and was met with a wall of what seemed a never ending traffic.

"Shit!" Blaine cursed as he overlooked the long line of cabs and cars. He looked at his watch, estimating the time he would arrive at Kurts apartment. "Ill be there in 20 minutes, be ready."

"Answer me first, Blaine! Why do you have the sudden urge to drag me off to Hamptons?"

"Its part of our contract," Blaine shrugged and sat back on the drivers seat, patiently waiting to get out from the New York traffic that his stupid GPS had led him to.

"The reason, Blaine."

"My grandma called," Blaine vaguely explained and when Kurt stayed silent on the other line, he continued. "She wanted to talk about the scandal that I made on my last blind date and wanted me to bring my rumored partner."

"Partner?" Another familiar voice echoed from Kurts end.

"Hey, is that... Santana?" Blaine asked, wondering why Santana is with Kurt.

"Huh? What? No. Back to the topic, Blaine. So is this part three of your plan? Trying to convince your grandparents that you are in a healthy, serious relationship?"

"Yup," Blaine agreed, prolonging the last consonant sound. "We have to stay for the night though, so prepare for an overnight bag, okay?"

The question was met with silence, unsure if Kurt had accidentally ended their phone call, Blaine grabbed his phone from the passenger seat and check if their call is still ongoing, which it still was, and inadvertently saw that his battery was almost dead.

"Kurt? Are you still there?" Blaine asked. "Kurt? Kurtis? Babe? Kirk!" he shouted the last one and thankfully, the latter name had now grabbed Kurts attention again.

"Sorry, I had to talk with Rachel and Britanny."

"Who? And I have to hang up, Im low on battery. Can I charge it there while I wait for you?"

"No!" Kurt shouted, startling Blaine from his relaxed posture. "Sorry, Ill just lend you my power bank, okay? And those girls are my bestfriends and roommates, which apparently you dont know about-"

Kurts voice had been abruptly cut off when Blaines phone died. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, the man removed the Bluetooth from his ear and tried relaxing again despite the sound of horns that irritated his eardrums, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel while he waited for the cars to finally once again move.

Kurt and Blaine had arrived at Blaines mansion in the Hamptons almost 5 hours after Blaines last text to Kurt. There had been a great deal of persuasion and reminder about Rule 3-Kurt had to accompany Blaine whenever and wherever the latter needed them to act as a couple-before Kurt reluctantly agreed to Blaines weekend outing at the Hamptons. Its a great opportunity to introduce Kurt formally to Blaines grandparents since both of his grandparents are in New York right now; thus, commencing the third part of his plan.

To say that Kurt is nervous is an understatement. This is Kurts first experience in being introduced to his boyfriends family. Despite being in a relationship with Dave for 2 years, his boyfriend back then never had the intention of introducing Kurt to his own kinfolk. How can he?-when the whole Karofsky clan thought that Dave was straight as an arrow. If Kurt still had more time to contemplate how ironic his situation now; his ex-boyfriend is afraid to be outed from the closet, while his fake and straight boyfriend wants to come out and lie to his family, he would have laugh at it, but he was still focused on the idea that he will be introduced as the boyfriend of the No.1 womanizer in New York.

Kurt had been trembling throughout their journey to the Hamptons despite Blaines lame assurance that he shouldnt be worried about his grandparents. Blaine had only shut up when Kurt gave him the deadliest glares and reminded him with the bitchiest tone that Kurt isnt only meeting for the first time his boyfriends family; but also the boss to the company he is actually working for.

Kurt didnt know what to expect when he arrived at the mansion-well, except the stunning mansion, the fabulous interior design and numerous expensive cars lined up from their front yard-because he was too focused on his fake boyfriends familys, especially Blaines grandfathers, reaction about their relationship.

He wasnt that surprised when someone opened the door of the car for him, he still wasnt when they were ushered to the dining room-which looks like a picture ripped out from Hogwarts, complete with a chandelier dangling above them, candlelight above the Mahogany dinner table and a whole Chinaware set -where two fabulous old couple had been eating their dinner. The man, Blaines grandfather-Richard Anderson, his hair gelled like Blaines, skin wrinkled because of his old age, but you can see that he was very attractive in his younger years-was seating at the end of the table; while, the woman, Blaines grandmother-Loraine Anderson a petite, had dark brown curls and tanned skin woman-was seating adjacent to his husband; both silently eating the appetizers served for them, only stopping when they saw Blaine and Kurt in the doorway.

"Youre late, Blaine," his grandmother had uttered after wiping her lips neatly with the napkin. "Come on, darling. Sit. It might have been quite a journey for you."

Kurt was actually grateful that Blaine knew that he was having a meltdown inside since Blaine had pulled a chair beside his and ushered Kurt to sit down and whispered, "Trust me," to his left ear.

"So... youre probably Kurt?" Blaines grandfather said once the two new arrivals had taken their seats-Blaine adjacent to his grandfather, his back from the entryway separating the living room and dining area, and Kurt was seated beside him.

Kurt was grateful that he wasnt drinking anything when Richard had asked him that question, he should have probably knew that businessmen like Richard doesnt like beating around the bush, he didnt even give Blaine a chance to introduce Kurt himself.

"Yes, sir," Kurt responded confidently after he kicked himself mentally for letting his emotions get the better of him.

Kurt knew that the Andersons are big supporters of LGBTQ community and Blaines best friend is a lesbian, but there is still a big difference in supporting a different group of people who arent related to you and finding out that your grandchild and heir to a multi-million dollar company is gay. Its still about the image you show in the business industry that is important in this kind of family right?

Richard now moved his glance to Blaine, "So youre gay?" he asked the question to deplete the suffocating awkwardness among them, but he just increased it even more. His voice was full of curiosity, no sign of discomfort or hatred.

"Yes, Grandpere," Blaine said enthusiastically smiling sweetly at his grandparents; he slowly reached Kurts left hand, placed them on the top of the table to show how he softly caresses Kurts soft hand. "Kurt is my boyfriend," He said to his grandparents, but looked at Kurts eyes.

Kurt was proud that he was back on the game just in time for him to react to Blaines action. However, he didnt need to respond verbally to Blaine; he just needed to stare back at Blaines hazel eyes, return the smile that the tanned man had shown and covered their hands with his right one to look like they were truly smitten with each other.

"Your main course is ready," the butler announced from the doorway to the kitchen, breaking the couple from their ridiculous act.

Does he really have to announce it? Kurt asked himself after his staring contest with Blaine had been disturbed by the announcement. Kurt would have rolled his eyes at Blaine for being too tacky for all the staring he had been doing, but he supposed that all couples in the honeymoon phase should be doing it.

"Enjoy," the butler said after he placed the plates full of seafood pasta in front of each person and left the room, but not before politely bowing to show respect to his employers.

The room was awfully quiet again, except for the clangs of the utensils against the plates. It was uncomfortable, but not as awkward as when they had first arrived.

Kurt had expected more reaction from Blaines grandparents when they found out that their grandson is gay, but no, the old couple just nodded their head and continued eating their food, like Blaine just announced how he doesnt like to eat vegetables anymore, treating Blaines coming out like it wasnt a big thing. Kurt doesnt know if the silence is an acceptance or avoidance towards Blaines preference in partner.

Kurt subtlety glance at Blaine and slightly pinched him on the thigh to get his attention. He doesnt know or how Blaine understood him without words, he only widened his eyes and frown his forehead, but somehow Blaine knew what he was talking about. Thats it?

Blaine tactfully shook his head, conveying, Chill... Its not yet over.

And as if the old couple had also been reading their mind, they decided to spice up the dinner with their own questions about the new couple.

"So how long have you been... uhmm... together?" Loraine asked after she swallowed her delicate bite of the pasta.

"One week," Blaine responded without thinking. He was opted to say they were dating for a month now, but he slipped when he got distracted by his silent conversation with Kurt. Shit.

The old couple looked at them with raise eyebrows, suspiciously. "One week? So you are-"

"I mean... Uhmm... I... I..."

"What he meant was..." Kurt started, pressing his left heel on Blaines right foot to make Blaine shut up and not cause more disaster for the both of them. "What B meant was that we started dating one week after I started working in the company," Kurt lied, saving his and Blaines ass. "Weve been dating for over a month or so."

"So you chose to be gay just after one week of knowing him?" Richard asked Blaine.

Kurt was enraged with the older mans question; he knew he should be respectful towards them since he is his boss and his boyfriends family but he was very sensitive with sexuality talk, especially after his relationship with Dave had ended badly. "With all due respect, sir," Kurt said in a very not polite tone. "Blaine didnt choose to be gay, sir. Nor did I influence him to be gay. A persons sexuality is not a multiple choice test that you can choose if you want to be straight, gay or bi. It also doesnt have a reset button that you can just press and will automatically change your sexual preference if you deem that the people around you dont accept you. Its part of who they are, sir. My Blaine just took a longer time to realize who he really is."

"Richard," Loraine playfully slapped her husbands arm. "I told you to be careful with your choice of words," She reprimanded him and turned to see an angered Kurt being comforted by her grandson by rubbing his palms on his boyfriends tensed back. "Im sorry for my husbands lack of English vocabulary. We were just confused with this situation. It had not only been a few days ago that Blaines blind dates mother had been complaining how we humiliated Bree in front of many people by forcing her to date our gay grandson. Imagine how we reacted that time; finding out rumors about Blaines sexuality when we knew all along that he only likes girls."

"I like girls and boys," Blaine clarified for them. He coughed to relieve the tightness from his throat and started to explain their situation. "I knew it was a surprise for you about my sexuality... it was a surprise for me too." Blaine then interlaced his and Kurts fingers, showing it off to his grandparents. "A beautiful surprise that is. I didnt know what had been lacking in my life not until I met Kurt.

"Nana, Grandpere... do you ever realize why I havent been in any relationship before? Maybe because... because I knew I wouldnt be happy with them, I knew that we dont belong together," Blaine tilted his head so he would catch Kurts eyes and lifted Kurts chin with his free hand. "...but when I met him... I just knew that we were," he said breathlessly.

"You dont know how he changed me... how he gave meaning to my life. Ever since I met him, It was like I have a mission every day to put a smile on his face," he grazed his thumb over Kurts lips. "I was so... so afraid to see tears falling from his eyes. And it breaks me every time I see him like that and knew that I was the reason behind it," he said finally and for dramatic effect to their act, he pecked Kurts lips for a second, and then he looked back to his grandparents with a hopeful smile, wishing that they will take the bait.

His grandmothers reaction was expected by Blaine, he knew that his grandmother will be swept away by their love story. He also knew his grandfather will be harder to persuade; however, he knew how he could get his grandfathers approval, the one and only way; guilt.

And when his father had asked him about his other girls, Blaine knew how he can manipulate his grandpre for his own benefit. "What about... Sunday? Your Nana told me that it had only been two weeks ago that she had seen you with another girl in your apartment?"

Bingo! Blaine thought mischievously before abruptly standing up from his seat, knocking the expensive Mahogany dinner chair that matches the table to the floor.

"She was a mistake! All of them were mistakes. Can you not understand that?" He shouted over the table, startling all the participants of it. "Kurt and I were fighting that night and in the heat of the moment, we broke up. And because I was weak and angry and stupid, I slept with another woman. I slept with somebody else other than Kurt. And he knows that! I confessed my mistakes to him and he had already forgiven my stupidity," Blaine looked down to see his boyfriend gaping open-mouthed at him. "You already forgave me, right?"

Kurt knew this was part of the act so he nodded frantically, showing false concern towards Blaine. "Yes, of course, honey. I have already forgiven you," Kurt said covering Blaines hand with his own, rubbing and kissing his knuckles.

But Blaine isnt still finish with his act; he stared darkly at his grandfather and shouted. "Happy now, Grandpre? Happy now that I feel like a cheap whore? I... I feel so dirty," He then pulled away from Kurt and ran towards the staircase, sobbing loudly.

Really, Blaine? Do you really have to be so dramatic? Kurt asked no one and switched unsure glances with Richard and Loraine.

"Look at what you did, Richard?" Loraine scolded the old man.

"What? I didnt know that he would react like that? I was genuinely curious about them," Richard defended himself and shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to eat his dinner, but Kurt saw the guilt in the old mans eye, hidden behind the glasses.

Its official. This is the most uncomfortable dinner that Kurt had ever had, and thats saying something since he also counted the night he had broken up with Dave on their 2nd anniversary.

I really feel like Im in Gossip Girl, was Kurts last thought before he excused himself from the old couple. "Thanks for the meal, but I think I should follow him."

Kurt heard murmurs and whispers from the old couple as he exited the dining area. He ignored them as he let them deal with their grandsons issues. He went straight to the staircase-fortunately the only staircase in the mansion, despite it being too big-and wasnt surprised when Blaine met him halfway, grinning above him. Blaine probably knew that it will take time for Kurt to find his room among the numerous quarters constructed on the second level of the mansion.

"Come on! My room is this way," Blaine said jumping in his toes and grabbed Kurts left hand as they ran towards the hallway until they arrived on the last room. Blaine opened the door widely, raced towards his bed and dove in to the soft and thick duvet.

The room isnt a room. Its a fucking suite! Kurt thought aloud as he stepped into Blaines room.

Its like a mini apartment, complete with a gigantic 78" LED TV plastered on the wall directly facing the King sized bed, a low-leveled Beige sofa set by the window and a mini bar-who the hell will put a mini bar in their room!-and by peering inside the open door beside the TV set he found out about the en suite bathroom and the other door beside it, Kurt guessed, must be the closet.

"Why do I feel that storming off wasnt because you are acting gay, but because you are a very, very spoiled man?" Kurt asked as he leaned on the bathrooms doorway, crossed his arms and acted casually, but his mind was actually blown by the size and expanse of the room.

Blaine, whose face is still pressed against the duvet, rolled around, sat up and supported his body by leaning his elbows from the bed, and just gave Kurt a big toothy grin as a response, silently boasting of his manipulative powers against his grandparents.

Kurt rolled his eyes annoyingly at Blaine, trudge forward him and shoved Blaine to fall on his back. "Brat," Kurt scoffed and gracefully settled down on the bed beside Blaine.

"How do you think I manage to survive this life if Im not spoiled?" Blaine asked proudly and sat back, toes dangling from the floor.

"Like what normal people do, Blaine. Work," Kurt said, tilting his head to the right to look at Blaine.

Blaine gasped dramatically, clutching his chest over his heart, leaned half of his body away from the pale man and stared at Kurt with fake disgust. "Im appalled that you think lowly of me. Take that back, Hummel. How can you say that I, Blaine Devon Anderson, should work his ass off. Shame on you, Kurt! Shame on you!"

Kurt laughed loudly at Blaines overreaction. "Be thankful that youre cute when you did that or I would have smacked you in the head," Kurt gasped between giggles.

"You think Im cute?" Blaine asked and looked at his fake boyfriend under his long eyelashes, fluttering them ever so innocently.

Kurt stopped laughing at that statement and looked at Blaine again; gazing to those familiar hazel orbs.

And then he just snapped.

"Really, Anderson? Staring again? Arent you getting sick with all the longing stares and stolen glances weve been playing the whole week," Kurt complained. Blaine likes to stare a lot and when Kurt says a lot... it means a lot. Just the dinner earlier was an example, there had been countless time that they had to stare lovingly at each others eyes and bear each other souls. "I mean... at first, it was adorable, but it gets annoying when we do it every time were surrounded by other people. It kinda loses the effect."

Blaine swung his leg over Kurt and straddled his boyfriends lap. "Then what do you propose to do instead?" He asked flirtatiously as he began to lean forward Kurt, slowly pushed the man on his shoulders until Kurt was sandwiched between him and his bed.

"Are you seducing me?" Kurt smirked. If this had happened before theyve become friends. Kurt knew that hell probably be offended or turned on; he was sure either of the two will happen, but after their talk in the office a week ago about boundaries and social etiquette, he knew Blaine was only doing this because of his playful nature. They were friends; there were no hidden meaning with these flirtatious acts theyve been doing.

Just friends.

Blaine shrugged and quickly grabbed Kurts hands and trapped it above the pale mans head, hovered his body over Kurts, his face is mere inches from his boyfriends. "Is it working?"

"Hmm..." Kurt pressed his lips together, acting like he was in deep thought. "Im not hard, so no. Better luck next time, B"

"What? Shit Kurt! I think Im losing my touch!" Blaine feigned his paranoia, let his hold on Kurts hands go and trapped the latters face with his palms. "Help me get it back, babe! Lets make out!" he exclaimed while making ridiculous kissy faces.

"I refuse to be your boy toy, Anderson," Kurt said laughing and pushed Blaines face away from him by covering Blaines lips with his hand, but he immediately withdrew it when he felt something wet and slippery. "Did you just lick me? Thats disgusting!" he yelped and swiped his hand on Blaines back, but the sticky feeling was still there so he tried pushing Blaine away from him again so he could get up and wash it in the bathroom, but the older man just clutched his fingers on Kurts shoulder.

"Let go, B. I need to wash your bodily fluids off of me."

"Kinky!" Blaine winked and Kurt managed to sit up on the bed despite Blaines added weight.

"You know if there was such a term as a predatory straight guy, that would best define you," Kurt replied as he stood up quickly from the bed, trying to drop Blaine on the floor, but his boyfriend quickly wound his legs around his waist and his arms around Kurts neck, so Kurt didnt have a choice but to support him by lifting Blaine from the ass or else he would have serious back problems in the morning.

"I cant be picky nowadays," Blaine shrugged. "Youre the closest thing that can pleasure my dry spell. A mouth is a mouth, no matter what you have between your legs, right?"

Kurt was surprised at himself when he wasnt offended by Blaines reasoning. He deduced that spending time with the man for a week taught him how to filter his mind every time he was with Blaine because the spoiled brat was spitting nonsense most of the time. He remembered how Blaine apologized to him last time, and it really was true that Blaine will do reckless things again without meaning to. So when Blaine said those words to him, he wasnt insulted. He knew Blaine was just well... being Blaine.

"How romantic of you," Kurt said sarcastically and glared at him playfully, squeezing his ass hard so that Blaine would drop his arms around him, but Blaine was persistent, he rounded his arms even tighter, buried his face on the space between Kurts neck and shoulders blade, drowning his painful moans.

"For fucks sake, Blaine!" Kurt shouted and instantly whipped his head when he heard rattle of the doorknob.

"Oh! Oh! Sorry! Sorry! It was rude of me not to knock," Loraine immediately said when he opened the door to his grandsons room and saw the couple in a compromising position. "Continue doing... uhmm... sorry..." She said embarrassedly as she tried closing the door.

"No! No! No! Wait!" Kurt shouted, while Blaine, the asshole-yup, its the official nickname Kurt had given him-bent his body backwards whilst still tangled around Kurts body. "Nana!" Blaine yelled giddily and looked at her upside down.

"We were just fooling around," Kurt tried to reasoned out, but cringe on his use of words. "I mean.. uhmm..." now it was his turn to be embarrassed from the compromising position they had been caught upon.

"Its okay, darling, I understand," Loraine tried to reassure Kurt, but it was worthless when Blaine murmured Kinky again.

Blaine pulled himself towards Kurts body, going back to being Kurts human tarsier, and looked at his grandmother expectantly; wanting to know the reason she barged in his room.

"Uhmm.. Petit fils, Grand-père veut te parler dans son etude," (Grandfather wants to talk to you in his study) She said to Blaine.

"Bien," Blaine responded and kissed Kurt on the lips, surprising the taller man. "For good luck," he explained briefly and hopped off from the body he had been clutching and proceeded to exit his room and went towards his grandpres home office, leaving his grandmother and Kurt to talk among themselves.

"Come in," came a gruff voice from the other room when Blaine had knocked on his grandfathers office.

"Grandpre," Blaine said tentatively as he entered the room and saw his grandfather standing by the window sill, nestling a scotch in his hand.

"You want some?" Richard offered his grandson, gestured for the empty crystal scotch glass placed on the desk.

"No, thank you," Blaine refused him politely. "Kurt doesnt like me drinking," he lied. He wanted to give the image that he is a good boyfriend and always do what Kurts wishes. In short, hes whipped.

"Ahh..." Richard just nodded and shifted his gaze outside the window.

"Grandpre?"

"I saw it Blaine," he said to his grandson, but his focus is still the surroundings outside his office window. "I saw how you look at him. I already knew."

Fuck! How did he found out that we were just faking it? Blaine thought nervously, hands trembling as he shifted his foot from one to another.

"Grandpre, I... i-"

"Dont worry, I wont tell him," Richard said and turned around to smile slightly at Blaine. "Youll tell him that you love him when you are ready."

"Huh?" Blaine murmured only to himself. "What are you talking about?"

"Dont deny it, Blaine. Your eyes tell it all, "Richard then walked behind his desk and sat on his desk chair. "Dont worry Blaine, I wont forbid you to be with him. I made that mistake with your father; I wont repeat it with you."

Blaine just stared blankly at his grandfather. He cant believe he is getting this talk from his grandfather, maybe from his grandmother, but not from him. And hell, hes already 26. Do they really have to give me this embarrassing talk? Blaine didnt know if he should be happy that his and Kurts pretentions were so effective, or be horrified that his grandparents are taking it in a whole different level.

Love? I barely even know the man.

"I should have remembered how difficult it is to be apart from your love. Your first love, even more. I regretted for stealing that away from your parents when they were still alive. I should have been more understanding back then."

"Well, thank you that youve accepted me and Kurt, grandpa," Blaine said unsurely, subtlety backing away to get away from his delusional grandfather. "Ive gotta go." He quickly turned around, but Richards voice had stopped him from taking another step,

"Sit, Blaine. I need to talk to you," Richard ordered him and Blaine, of course, followed his grandfather.

"Fuck! Grandpre, Im already 26 and working. Im an adult, so please... please I beg you, do not give me a sex talk." Blaine begged helplessly.

"What? No, I wont do that." He smirked when he saw Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. "You can breathe, Blaine. I just wanted to tell you that your Nana and I wont object on you being gay. You should have told us that you were with someone else; we wouldnt have to force you to go on those blind dates. We just thought that you are wasting your life by sleeping with all those women-yes, were sorry for judging your lifestyle but we just want you to be happy and if Kurt does that then we gladly welcome him to our family. No matter what happens, Blaine, we will love you for who you are. We were actually more worried about your very first relationship; I didnt mean to react negatively. We just didnt want you to get hurt, Blaine."

Blaine smiled at that. He knew that, he knew full well that his happiness is his grandparents number one priority.

"Trust me, Blaine. Love hurts, especially when it was done by your first love cos youll have no idea how to cope with it. Youll think that its the end of the world and you just wont want to feel anything," From his grandsons terrible look, Richard amended. "Im not trying to scare you; I just want you to be very careful, Blaine. Dont play with anyones emotions, okay? Yours or Kurts or anyone elses," Richard said lastly and smiled at his grandsons stunned face.

"I... uh... Thanks, grandpre," Blaine responded and stood up from his chair, something in his grandfathers speech should have struck him immediately, but he was still foolish and selfish, so he let his grandfathers words bury deep in his mind instead. Maybe, maybe someday hell need to hear it again. But not now... not when he is in his own cloud nine.

Blaine had already twisted the door handle but stopped shortly when he cant resist but ask his grandfather about his love life, he turned around and look at him sincerely. "What happened? To your first love, I mean."

Richard chuckled first before answering, resting his chin over his clasped hands. "We fought a lot, we hurt each other-sometimes physically-but mostly verbally and emotionally, there were many apologies, but somehow in the middle of coming back and forth with loving and hating each other, we decided to part ways. The relationship was a poison to us."

"Do you regret letting her go?" Blaine bowed his head and chewed his lips from the anticipation of his grandfathers response.

"I died," Richard said simply, trying hard not to let his feelings overcome him when he reminisced the bad memory of his first heartbreak.

"Oh... Do you still love her?" Blaine asked with disappointment.

"First love never dies, Blaine."

"Does Nana knows?"

"Of course she knows."

"Do you know where she is now?"

"Yeah... shes in the other room, talking to our grandsons boyfriend," Richard said without blinking or moving any muscle of his body.

Blaine snapped his head towards his grandfather who just smirked on the surprised look on Blaines face. "I never said that I didnt fight for her, Blaine." Richards voice turned soft as he spoke the next words. "Youll just knew when a person belongs to you and from the moment that I met her, I just knew that we were," Richard rephrased Blaines confession earlier and was glad that he got a blush out from his grandson. "Its a hard and long journey, but it was worth it, Blaine. She was worth it."

They shared a comfortable silence before Richard reached out to his drawer and opened it to grab a set of silver keys.

"Oh and Blaine," Richard called out and tossed Blaine the key to his confiscated car.

When it finally registered to Blaine that it was the keys for his car that his grandfather had thrown at him, he instantaneously ran towards him, climbed his desk and placed a kiss on the older mans forehead.

"Youre the best, old man," he said giddily and skipped out from the office room and headed towards his own room where his boyfriend was waiting for him.

His door was open, and the hall was empty, so Blaine can hear his grandmothers and Kurts murmurs, but the only thing which he can hear clearly was his grandmothers "... youre the one who saved mine," before Loraine appeared from the doorway, slightly bumped his grandson and was immediately attacked by him.

"I love you, Nana!" Blaine shouted and kissed her on both cheeks before he let go of his tight hug, dangled the keys in front of her face and rushed to his own room.

"Honey, Im hooooome-" he sing-song, but the pillow smashed on his face stop him from finishing it.

"And thats for embarrassing me in front of your grandmother, Asshole!" He scolded Blaine with a murderous glare, cheeks still reddened from the humiliation. "And I told you, I dont like pet names."

Blaine gave him the unbelievable-bitch please look, but Kurt wont concede because he equaled Blaines with his own death glares. After a few minutes of killing each other with their eyes, Blaine finally relented and sighed, giving up. He should have known by now that no one can win against Kurts glares.

"Come on, lets clean up. We need to rest for tomorrow."

"Whats with tomorrow?" Kurt asked as he picked himself from the bed where he had been sitting throughout his discussion with Loraine and stood up, going to the walk-in closet to get his bathroom necessities from his duffel bag.

"Hamptons White Party," Blaine said nonchalantly. He kept walking towards the bathroom, but a hand on his shoulder made him turned abruptly and he faced a very... very angry Kurt.

"You asshole! You should have asked me to bring white clothes. Where can we buy an outfit this late? I cant show up there, looking like this?" Kurt gestured to his outfit, which is actually looks fancy, but its not enough for the fashionista in Kurt.

"We still have time to go shopping in the morning, babe." Blaine reassured him. Note to self; never messes with Kurt... and with Kurts clothes.

Kurt just scowled at him and took his cellphone out from his pocket and set his alarm for the morning. "We have to be there as early as possible."

"You dont really have to be worried about how you look, Babe." Blaine then pulled Kurts body towards him by the waist, lips brushing together as he said, "My Kurt will be the prettiest tomorrow."

Blaine used the counterpart pet name that Kurt had given him earlier; My Blaine. And he smirked when Kurts eyes widened, he let go of him and went to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and laughed hard as he heard Kurt curse numerous times.

Title Reference:

-Hamptons - where they finally meet the Andersons

Story Outline:

-Grandma invites Klaine to dinner

-Anderson speaking French

-Kurt saves Blaine from meeting

Scenes Included:

-Klaine acting couple during dinner

-explanation for SUNDAY and BREE

- family first meeting

-Grandma likes but Grandpa dislikes Kurt (modified)

Chapter Reference:

-"old married couple" is what canon Kurt always describes their relationship

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