"Come here, boy! Come here!" Blaine called his dog over, and the small, brown and white mutt trotted over, the neon green frisbee hanging from his jaws. "Good catch, Dodger," he kissed his dog's head. "Let's go inside to eat." Blaine ran off. He swung open the screen door, and it flew off it's hinges. "Uh-oh.." He blinked. "Looks like we need a new door, ma."

Mrs. Anderson peered over. "Oh, that's just..." She sighed, then turned back to tossing the salad in her bowl. "I hope there's no storm tonight."

Blaine shrugged, then walked over to his mother. He kissed her cheek. "Something smells good!"

"That something is chicken," Mr. Anderson said, walking into the kitchen. "Made by your fabulous mother."

"Oh, Richard!" Mrs. Anderson blushed, shooing him away with a dirty washcloth. "Nellie, dear, come set up the table!"

A little girl with short, black hair and brown eyes raced down the stairs. "Aww.. C'mon, ma! Do I hafta?"

"Yes, you have to. Not hafta," Mrs. Anderson laughed. Nellie grumbled something, then stumbled to grab dishes from the cabinet. "Alright, Andersons!" She yelled. "It's time for dinner!"

"Dinner is served," Ben, the Hummel's butler said, placing a dish of pasta in front of Kurt. "Enjoy." He backed off.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he grabbed his fork, and ate it slowly, eyeing his father from across the table. "Dad," he placed down his fork. "..Can I get a new-"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, you already have a Mercedes! You don't need a new car," Burt Hummel pointed out.

"Ug," Kurt groaned. "But I'm going shopping tonight to help Rachel with her fashion problems. I wanna new ride to drive her with!"

"You think I can just snap my fingers and a shiny, new car appears in our driveway?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. "You did that with the other 4 cars," he said. "Whatever.." He looked down at his phone as he got a text. It was from Rachel.

Sorry, I have to cancel tonight. Maybe another time.

Kurt sighed. "Nevermind, dad. Looks like I'm not going shopping tonight.."

"Oh, yes you are," Burt wiped sauce off his chin. "I want you to go get some milk tonight. We're almost out."

"Why can't Ben go?" Kurt spat. "I don't grocery shop. I don't."

"Tonight," Burt stood up, staring down his son. "You do." He reached in his pockets, and threw the keys to his car to Kurt. "I like skim milk."

Blaine caught the car keys to his old, pick-up truck. "Bye, pa, ma! I'll be back after I bring Nell and Coop to their friend's house."

"C'mon, Blainey! Let's go!" Nellie tugged on Blaine's shirt.

"Can we bring Dodger?" Cooper asked, petting him.

"Sure," Blaine said. "Dodge, let's go!" He ran outside, Cooper, Nellie, and Dodger running after him. Cooper, being older than Nellie and faster than Dodger beat both. "Woah, Coop," Blaine laughed. "Give the 9 year old a chance," he motioned to Nellie.

"I can beat a rotten 15 year old," Nellie panted, glaring at Cooper. They all laughed, well, Dodger barked, and climbed into the car. Blaine drove off, blasting the old radio. By the time he dropped Cooper and Nellie off at their friend's house, it was getting dark and late.

Kurt Hummel did not like doing things that his father could force other people to do. And going out for milk, was certainly one of those things. He glanced at the clock. When did it get so late? It was almost eleven o'clock, when Kurt finally found an open store. He pulled to the side of the road. He didn't know this area of town.

Walking in, he saw horribly dressed and horrible smelling people. He skimmed through the aisles, his designer clothes and good smell stuck out there. He finally found milk, grabbing a random size. "Ug, disgusting.." He mumbled. He walked up to the cashier. "Um.. I'd like to purchase.. This."

"This is called milk," the guy replied dryly. Kurt glared at him. "That'll be six dollars."

"Six.." Kurt shook his head, sighing. He reached into his wallet, handing him a twenty dollar bill. "I'm sure this will suffice."

"Umm.. Sure. Do you want change?"

"I don't care." Kurt shrugged. "Just give me my milk."

"Ok! Ok! Touchy-touchy," he handed the milk to Kurt. Kurt grabbed it roughly, before stumbling outside.

"Ok, Kurt. You survived the grossest thing ever. Now all you need to do is drive home.." He began walking to his car, before he realized there was no car there.