A/N: I’m so glad you guys liked it. Then I got a flash of brilliance I suppose and whipped out a sequel really quickly.  I guess I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do anyway. Thanks for all the responses!

The entire drive home from Hummel Tires and Lube, Michael Anderson tried to psyche himself up for what he was about to do. It had to be done. He hoped something good would come out of this talk with Blaine, but his attempts at connecting with his son in the past hadn't exactly had the long-term effects he had hoped for. And this wasn't camping or installing a carburetor in a car, this was sex. Sex with another boy. He couldn't help but feel guilty about how simple this situation had been with Cooper (well maybe not simple, Cooper was well-versed with most of the cheerleaders by the end of high school) and how…not simple this appears to be with Blaine. But Blaine was different than Coop. He was more sensitive and less crass, he gave everyone the benefit of the doubt and Michael had always been fearful that his demeanor might make him a target to be taken advantage of. Not that he was worried about Kurt taking advantage of Blaine by any means, and not that he assumed gay men were predatory but…well, he honestly had no idea how to go about this. It was going to be awkward and Blaine's flair for being dramatic probably wouldn't help. But if Burt had to strap Kurt down and have a conversation, so would he.

He settled himself in the kitchen, placing the condom box in front of him on the large island. He knew Blaine would be home from glee practice any minute now. Anita was attending a baby shower after work and Blaine was usually good about asking permission for Kurt or other friends to come over and Michael hadn't gotten any word from Blaine or his wife today about it, so he was confident Blaine would be alone.

Five minutes later he heard the front door open, feeling silly about his heart rate picking up dramatically as he heard footsteps bound up the stairs.

"Blaine!" Michael called out. The footsteps stopped.

"Dad?"

"Would you mind coming into the kitchen?"

He sensed Blaine's hesitation as he heard him descend the stairs and make his way towards the kitchen.

"What are you doing home so early?" Blaine strode into the kitchen to find his dad leaning against the island and-- oh shit. Blaine came to a dead halt, shifting his eyes between his father and the box on the counter.

"Dad, I—" Michael held his hand up.

"Just sit," he said, attempting to come across as calm. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to shut him out before they started.

Blaine seemed panicky, but he slid on to the bar stool and dejectedly stared at the granite in front of him.

"I'm not mad."

Blaine's head shot up, his eyes wide with shock and a little bit of fear. "You're not?"

"No. I was… I was eighteen once too. I know…what it's like," Michael said, internally kicking himself for being so inarticulate. Blaine blushed furiously and immediately averted his eyes. Michael heard him mutter, "I can't believe this is happening" under his breath.

"Well, this is happening, okay. So, let's at least be men about this." Michael figured the tough love that come to define their relationship the past few years wouldn't hurt.  "I did this with Cooper, and I'll do it with you."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, but that was different! You just patted Coop on the back and said 'Good work, son.'" He sarcastically lowered his voice. "You don't know anything about me or anything about Kurt. You don't understand anything."

"Blaine, stop being ridiculous. I took it just as seriously with Coop as I do with you. Is it a little different? Absolutely. But we still need to talk about this."

"Why? I already know everything!" Regret and embarrassment flashed across Blaine's face immediately.

"Blaine," Michael stated sternly. "I'm not here to teach you, we're here to learn from each other."

That seemed to embarrass Blaine more and he rolled his eyes (A common occurrence during their conversations nowadays).

"Just admit it, Dad," Blaine said, crossing his arms. "You hate that I'm gay."

"That's not true."

"Right."

"I don't hate that you're gay, Blaine. I hate that being gay hurt you."

Michael noticed Blaine's face soften and he slowly uncrossed his arms. "And I'm sorry."

Blaine squeezed his lips together, his eyes meeting Michael's across the counter.

"I'm sorry we didn't talk about this sooner. And I'm sorry we haven't been as close as you wanted us to be. Or as I wanted us to be," Michael sighed. "Look, it did take me a little while to accept that you wouldn't be bringing girlfriends to dinner and you're right, I'll never understand what it's like to be attracted to a man, but I never wanted to make you straight, I just… "

"Who told you I thought that?"

"Well, when I went to go see Kurt's father today about this, he mentioned—," Blaine nearly fell out of his chair.

"You WHAT?" Blaine frantically leaped off the stool. "Oh my god, oh my god…he's going to kill me. He'll hate me. Oh my god, Kurt will be in so much trouble..."

Michael was secretly a little pleased his son's boyfriend's father had managed to intimidate him so much. "Blaine, calm down. He doesn't hate you."

"Dad! Why would you do that? That's private!" Blaine shouted hysterically.

"Young man, it is not private if it's happening under my roof!" That shut up Blaine immediately. He craned his neck back with an annoyed huff before retaking his seat by the counter.

"You boys aren't in trouble unless you've been breaking the Hummel's rules." Michael noticed Blaine bite his lip slightly and shift his eyes. Well, Burt would just have to deal with that situation, he thought. "So… let's chat."

Blaine's face seemed to grow redder and redder with each passing second. "What do you want to know?" he asked sheepishly.

"How long have you two been…you know." So much for being articulate, Michael thought.

"November."

Michael nodded. Though he would never admit it to Blaine, he was mildly impressed with how long they managed to not be found out. God knows his parents caught him the backseat of a car one too many times back in the day. "And that's when you guys did…it."

"This is so embarrassing."

"Just answer my question."

"Not it, but things, yeah."

"Oh, so you never did anything until last fall?"

"No."

"I guess that explains all the showers..."

"Oh my god, DAD!"

Blaine looked close to nauseous. Michael was kind of reveling in his ability to put Blaine on edge, desperately trying not to laugh at his son's discomfort with the situation. He decided he'd somehow make it up to him later.

"So when did you do it?" he said. Blaine blinked at him.

"Like sex." Michael continued.

Blaine just shook his head. "Dad, it's always sex if we…"

"No, I mean like penetration."

Blaine's eyes widened comically in pure mortification. If Michael thought he looked nauseous before, he looked ghost white now.

"I literally cannot believe my father just said the word 'penetration' to me," Blaine murmured, dumfounded. He groaned and slumped his shoulders. "We didn't do that until January."

Blaine's eyes snapped up. "Please, please don't ask for specifics," he begged. "Just Google it or something."

"I know how it works, Blaine."

Blaine stared incredulously at his father. Michael rubbed the back of his neck and waved his hand vaguely. "I mean I know where things go. I guess I don't know how but…"

Blaine groaned and cradled his head in hands on the counter. "Dad. Seriously. I can't take this. Why do bad things happen to good people?" he whined into his arms.

"Okay, okay." Michael reached forward and pried Blaine hands off his head. "I have no idea where you and Coop got this drama queen gene from."

He pushed Blaine into a sitting position. "I was kind of torturing you for a bit there." He smiled slyly. "On purpose."

Blaine laughed lightly into his lap. Michael couldn't remember the last time they had shared a moment like this, just the two of them, and by the look on Blaine's face, he could tell Blaine couldn't remember either. Michael wasn't entirely sure when his little boy turned into the young man sitting in front of him. Blaine hadn't really grown as tall as they expected, but he had a days growth of stubble showing on his jaw and his shoulders were broad and defined, plus Blaine's way of wearing his hair made him appear much older than he was. It all seemed to hit Michael at once that in a year, Blaine would be leaving. Probably to New York City since that's where Kurt will end up, and the house will be empty for the first time in almost three decades.

"Son, in all seriousness. I know doing stuff like that is fun and all, but it also means something." He paused. "Or, It should mean something."

Blaine's eyes lit up and he smiled. "It does. It always does."

"Yeah, I know," Michael conceded. Blaine cocked his head slightly. "I know I don't know Kurt as well as I should or as well as I would like, but you'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not notice you really care about each other."

"Dad, it's like way beyond… we love each other."

"Good. I didn't ever think you'd find that here in Ohio, nice to know it can happen."

Blaine smiled goofily, his eyes hazing over dreamily. "Me neither."

"You know all that physical stuff is just way better when there's love involved," Michael said, hoping to drive the nail in. He really didn't want Blaine to get hurt. Blaine nodded.

"I know Mom and I travel a lot for work, so I trust you to be safe and respectful." Blaine's jaw-dropped, and it occurred to Michael he practically just gave his son permission to have sex. "But, Blaine. If I find out, so help me God, anything happens while your mother or I are in this house or if anything happens at the Hummel's that is against their rules, I will take that bedroom door off the hinges and never ever give it back. Even when you're thirty and come home to visit."

Blaine nodded excitedly. "Yes sir, I promise. I swear."

"Okay… so you're excused. I'm sure you need to call Kurt and make sure he wasn't skinned alive by Burt." Blaine flashed him a worried look. "Don't act coy, I can tell you two did something at the Hummel's. You're a terrible liar," Michael said with a cock of the eyebrow. Blaine gulped audibly and dashed out of the kitchen only to run back in a few seconds later.

"Thanks Dad." Blaine smiled genuinely and his eyes were shining a little. He lingered for a second, unsure of how exactly to act around his dad now that they've connected more than he can remember. Michael took a step forward and opened his arms, pulling Blaine into a tight hug. He took in the smell of his cologne and hair gel, things that he supposes a young man would smell like, not a little boy. Blaine squeezed tighter before releasing and smiling broadly at him. Michael cleared his throat and grasped his son's shoulder. "Well, I guess I'll have to tell you really embarrassing stories about Cooper to make up for this, right?"