The boy got out of bed and into the shower to start his daily routine. After he was done and put on a respectable outfit to cook in, he went downstairs. He found his dad and Carole sitting in the kitchen talking about the tire
shop.

“Morning dad, morning Carole.”

“Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep last night?” Carole asked.

“Oh, it was fine, normally I guess.”

Carole laughed at her stepson. “So, how was your visit with the Anderson’s last night? You didn’t say much about it when you got home.”

Kurt paused. Could he tell his parents about the gorgeous young Anderson? “It went well. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson seem really nice, you guys will get along great”

“What about their son?” Of course his dad would ask that question. Fuck.

“Well he seems nice too, he wasn’t very talkative last night, but maybe he was just a little tired. Finn gets like that sometimes.”

“They’re still coming round for dinner tonight, aren’t they?” Burt asked.

“As far as I know yes, dad they’re coming. I just can’t decide what to make for dinner. Any suggestions?”

“Hmm, why don’t you make chicken parmesan, it’s your specialty after all.” Carole offered.

“That sounds good bud, make that. I’ll head out to the store in a little while to get what you need so make me a list.”

“Okay dad I will. Oh, and Carole? Do you want me to go and wake Finn? He shouldn’t be sleeping this late. It is past noon after all.” Kurt said shaking his head.

Burt and Carole laughed at their sons. They all knew that Finn was always dead to the world in the summer until at least 2pm. “I’ll get him up just before we go to the store. He’ll need to be presentable tonight anyways.”
Carole assured Kurt.

“Great.”

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Blaine awoke the following morning with a smile on his face. Today is the day I get to find out more about the endearing Kurt Hummel, he thought.

He walked downstairs still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and went into the kitchen looking for something to eat for lunch. I really need to stop sleeping in so late, Blaine promised to himself.

Both of his parents were already at work so he was alone inside the house. After making himself a sandwich, he flopped down onto the couch in the living room and switched on the television.

While watching brainless “reality” TV shows, Blaine thought about what he could wear when he goes to the Hummel residence later. He didn’t want to show up dressed to fancy, nor did he want to look like a slob. Especially in front of Kurt.

Kurt.

God, that boy was beautiful. I’d be lucky if he was even gay. The way he spoke so passionately about his family had put Blaine in awe. He hadn’t even known the boy for 24 hours and he already knew he was perfect and was falling for him hard. But Blaine also knew that he had to be the boy’s friend first before anything else could be possible. If he was gay. But by the looks of his tight skinny jeans yesterday, that Blaine appreciated more than he would ever let on, he was. Well Blaine will just have to wait for dinner to arrive to find out.

By 5 o’clock, his parents were home and Blaine was upstairs dancing around to Katy Perry while he was getting ready. His parents came upstairs and just laughed at their sons antics. They knew by now that Blaine likes his loud music.

When Teenage Dream came on, Blaine’s thoughts turned once again to the boy across the street. The line “Let me put my hands on you in your skin tight jeans” sent a shiver down Blaine’s spine as he thought about putting his hands through Kurt’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

Once his parents had changed out of their work attire, and Blaine finished his CD, the Andersons were perfectly on time to go over to the Hummel’s.

Crossing the street, Blaine’s nerves hit him full force. What if Kurt doesn’t like him? What if he thinks that Blaine is a complete goof ball, and laughs in his face? Taking deep breathes, he and his parents reached the Hummel’s front door. His father rang the doorbell and the wait wasn’t long before a tall, awkward looking teen opened the door.

“Oh, you guys must be the Anderson’s. I’m Finn Hudson.” The boy said to them before turning and hollering into the house. “Mom! Burt! Kurt! The Anderson’s are here!”

The boy opened the door wide and motioned for the Anderson’s to come in. They took off their coats and handed them to Finn, when Burt and Carole Hummel entered the front hall. Blaine was a little disappointed that Kurt hadn’t come to welcome them yet, but he must be around somewhere.

“Hey there guys, it’s nice to have you here.” Mr. Hummel said shaking Blaine’s fathers hand.

“It was very nice of you to invite us over, we’re still in the midst of moving.” Mrs. Anderson commented.

“Kurt’s just finishing up in the kitchen with dinner now, so how about we get seated while we wait?” Mrs. Hummel
suggested.

Mrs. Hummel took my mom’s arm and led her into the dining room. Blaine followed Finn into the room and took a seat next to the taller boy. His parents sat across from him, with the Hummel’s at the heads. There was an empty space next to Blaine, which he expected was for Kurt. The thought made him smile inside.

“So Blaine, do you play any sports?” Mr. Hummel inquired.

Blaine hesitated before answering. “No, Mr. Hummel, I don’t play anything, but I don’t mind watching sports. Football is what I prefer.”

“Call me Burt, and in that case you will get along fine here. Finn plays quarterback for McKinley.” M-Burt commented.

“I’ll have to try and make one of the games when I start at McKinley then.”

“Dude, you’re going to McKinley? That’s awesome!” Finn jumped in.

“Yeah, I start on Monday actually.” Blaine said with a laugh.

“Well then, if you don’t like sports, what are you interested in?” Carole asked him sweetly.

“Um I love music and singing, I was in my old schools Glee Club.” Blaine told the group.

“That just means you will have to join New Directions on Monday then. Don’t worry, everyone makes it in.” Said Kurt as he entered the room bringing with him two large plates of what Blaine figured was their dinner.

“New Directions?”

“McKinley’s Glee Club. There’s only like 12 of us, so new members are always welcomed. Unless you sing better than Rachel, in that case be warned.” Finn and Kurt both laughed.

“Kurt dear, what did you make for us? It smells
absolutely wonderful.” Mrs. Anderson commented.

Kurt blushed his insanely adorable blush again. “It’s just chicken parmesan, nothing too special. I didn’t know what you all would like, so I just decided this would be easy Mrs. Anderson.”

“Call me Emily dear, and that’s Michael, not Mr. Anderson.” Emily said with a smile.

As dinner was served around the table, Kurt took his seat next to Blaine. The adults were talking about their jobs. Blaine learned that Carole was a nurse at the local hospital.

“Blaine, I heard that you are starting at McKinley at Monday, is that right? If so, you can audition for New Directions right after school! We have a rehearsal that day.” Kurt asked.

“That sounds amazing. I was the lead soloist at my old school, and I miss singing in a group.”

“Oh what school did you use to go to?”

“Dalton Academy. It’s in Westerville, you might have heard of it before.”

“Yeah I think I have, I believe they’re one of our competitors for sectionals!” Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine just laughed and turned back to his food. Kurt really did know how to cook and bake.

“This is delicious Kurt! Between this and the brownies yesterday, I might just marry you!” Blaine let it slip before he caught himself. He saw the blush rise on Kurt’s face and he scolded himself mentally.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I just speak without thinking half the time! I don’t want to scare you off already! I didn’t mean it! Not that you’re not attractive, because you are, but I mean-shit.”

This drew the attention to the rest of the table, and Emily was the first to speak up. “Blaine, this is why me and your father tell you that you will never get a boyfriend, you ramble too much.” His mother teased.

Now it was his turn to blush. His mother just told everyone at the table he was gay. He turned and stole a glance at Kurt. The other boy was just sitting there with his mouth ajar a little, as if he was shocked to hear the new information.

“You’re gay?” Kurt asked him.

“Yeah I am, is there something wrong about that?” Blaine asked hesitantly.

Kurt rapidly shook his head. “Oh my, no, not at all! In fact, I’m gay too! I just never thought..”

“Well, now that that’s out of the bag, what did you all think about last week’s Buckeyes game?” Burt asked the table. This got everyone talking, except Kurt and Blaine.

The two boys continued staring at each other in shock. Carole and Emily noticed this, and shared a secret smile before tuning backing into their husbands’ conversation.
Little did anyone at the table know, but the two boys had the exact same thoughts running through their head about the other boy.

He’s gay? Thought Blaine. This gorgeous boy is gay? It’s almost like fate. Oh god. I told him that I’d marry him. I think I will. Wait, what?! What the hell is going on with me?

He’s gay? Thought Kurt. This beautiful boy is gay? It’s destiny. Oh my. He told me he would marry me. I want him to marry me. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?!

The night progressed well on from there. After dinner the two boys went downstairs to Kurt’s room and sat talking about fashion and musicals and music for almost 2 hours before Emily and Carole peaked their heads down telling the boys it was time for the Anderson’s to go.

At the door, Blaine gave Kurt a quick hug and the boys made plans to go for coffee the next day and Kurt told Blaine he would show him around Lima for a little while.

For the second night in a row, the boys fell asleep dreaming of the next day.