Kurt, whose hands were around his boyfriends neck as his fixed his tie, smiles in amusement.

"I'll even trade in my Katy Perry tickets for a show you wanna see." Blaine objected.

Kurt stared at him, raising a brow. "You must be desperate." He mumbled.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands in his, getting his attention. "You don't have to do this." He said softly, sadly.

"I know I don't. But I'm going to. You're my boyfriend, and I love you, and I'm not going to hide that from anyone. Not even your unconventional parents. Besides, how could they take one look at me and not instantly fall in love?"

"I know I did." Blaine whispers, taking Kurt's hand in his.

Kurt blushed, pulling his boyfriend closer. "Its going to be amazing, you'll see." He tells him.

"And if not?"

"Well then, we'll still have each other, won't we?"

"You're adorable, you know that?"

"I've been told quiet a few times." Kurt states, winking flirtatiously.

Blaine smiled, but he knew deep down, today wasn't going to go as Kurt had planned. Amelia would be fine and dandy with them. She would be kind and girly, and fall madly in love with Kurt. Carter would be okay. A little on the edge, but as long as his big brother was happy, so was he. It was Mr. and Mrs. Anderson that would have the trouble.

You see, they were raised to believe that a man shouldn't kiss another man, or hold another man's hand, or be another man's husband. Same goes for girls with other girls. Blaine fought this, of course, trying to show them that being gay was okay. He even got his friend, the only other gay kid in school (that was at least out), to come and pretend to be his boyfriend, so his parents could hopefully get the feel of him being with another guy.

It ended horribly, of course. His parents were incredibly uncomfortable around Sean, and made Blaine feel more alone than ever. He was more than happy to move out and go to NYU. Aside from the obscene NYC, Greenwich Village, and Gay Parade comments, he was as excited as a kid going to Disneyland.

Blaine found his way here. He brooded his music horizon; found the perfect job; found the best friends he ever had; and now he found the love of his life. And now, his family was coming back into his life. He was scared, but who wouldn't be? Everything was going perfectly, he didn't want anything to change, because of his families stupidity and ignorance.

The worst part was having to hide who he truly was. Not only that, but having to hide Kurt. It took him almost an hour to convince Kurt not to wear his favorite kilt. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Kurt, it was just that, he knew his parents, and he did not want to set them off, causing Kurt to feel lesser than he truly is.

The guys stepped into the Anderson's summer house in the Hampton's, ready to face the world. It was already late fall, almost winter, but it wasn't too cold, so Emily thought it would be nice to go down and relax, and hopefully, check up on her son. It was exactly as Blaine remember from when he was a young teen. Paintings in the walls, music playing down the alls. Copies of Carter's sport pictures and High school articles hung up on the walls (mimicking the ones hung up at home in Ohio). A copy of Amelia's teaching degree was framed upon the mantle, as were pictures of Blaine, as a child when he would perform the violin.

Kurt smiled and gushed over the sweetness of the images; sassily noting how his eye brows never changed their magical triangle form. Blaine resented that, thought the statement was without a doubt true.

As they made their way to the back patio, Blaine's heart slowly began to race. This was it. He was home. And he brought Kurt. Who was going to meet his family. His annoying and arrogant family.

Taking one last deep breathe, Blaine pushed the door open, announcing his arrival.

His mother and father were sitting at the head of the table, his mother sipping back her wine as every one spoke aloud; though not to someone directly. The room filled with silence as the door opened, and the two walked in, smiling as bright as possible.

"Blaine!" Emily cried, standing from her seat, making her way to her son, pulling him into a heartfelt hug. "Sweetheart, its so nice to see you!"

Emily was a beautiful woman to say the least. She had the grace of a swan and pose as snake in the grass. One of the true beautiful woman left in the world. It was no doubt Blaine was her son.

"Hi, mom." Blaine says, pulling away.

Emily went back and forth between her son and the beautiful young man standing beside him. "You must be Kurt, correct?"

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson. Its such a pleasure to finally meet you." Kurt says, shaking her head, curtsying slowly.

"Please, dear! Call me, Emily."

"Will do!"

By this time, Donald, Blaine's father, was on his feet, shaking Blaine's hand firmly, patting his back a tad bit too harshly. "Nice to see you home, son."

"Thank you, sir."

"Kurt Hummel, sir." Kurt said, standing straight at the sigh of his boyfriends father.

Donald Anderson was a strapping man, with a strong chin and handsome features. Some would say he's the George Clooney of his group, others say the Brad Pitt. Nevertheless, he had it all.

Blaine watched in anticipation as Kurt and his father exchanged handshakes, wincing as he saw Kurt's teeth clench from the strength in his father's grip.

"Hey there, Brainy." His sister pulled him close, hugging him tight. This gesture Blaine was more than happy to return.

"Hiya, Earhart." He replies, pulling away.

"So is that your new guy?" She nods to Kurt.

"That's him." Blaine sighs happily.

"You're blushing, Blaine Daniel." His sister said softly, before skipping over to meet his new love. Blaine wanted to stop her, but he was pulled into another hug by Carter. "So you're the famous, Kurt. I've heard quite a lot about you."

"As I about you, Miss. Amelia. Or shall I say, Amelia, English Teacher To The Stars!"

"Blaine has told you a lot. But has he told you about the time I painted his nails Technicolor?"

"Oh, why no he did not. Sharing him?"

"Come on."

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Time went on, the conversations stayed mellow, to say the least. Mostly about Carter working on a football scholarship and Amelia's teaching in the Los Angles private schools. Kurt was well behaved, like he promised. He kept the sassy remarks to a minimum, and kept quiet. He brushed Blaine's hand during lunch, but Blaine pulled away, knowing his parents would see it and that would cause a confrontation, and Blaine didn't want that.

He knew Kurt understood, even though the look of rejection that flicked in his eyes broke Blaine's heart. Eventually the conversation got onto Kurt, and Blaine gripped the edge of his seat.

"Now, where did you meet Blaine again?" Emily questioned.

Kurt sat on in his seat, smiling softly. "Its sort of funny, actually. He and his friends came to hangout at the club I work at,"

"Club?" Donald input. "You work at a club?"

Blaine sat up. "Not a real club, dad." He insisted. "Its like a karaoke bar type place. Totally cool. Right, Kurt?"

"Yes." Kurt replied slowly. "Anyway, my fellow performers and I,"

"Performers?" Carter echoes.

"They sing and dance and stuff. Like a dinner and show type place. Totally righteous."

"Annnnnnyway, our group collided and I took notice to his name; it reminded me of an old eighties movie character. We got to talking . . . we became friends. And here we are now. Together and happy."

Blaine smiling, wanting to take Kurt's hand in his own and kiss it. He silenced that urge, clenching his teeth.

"You never seemed like the type to go out much, Blaine." His father mentioned. "Blaine was always a homebody before getting into college. Never went out with friends. No, just stayed in his room and listened to the music and watched those movies."

"Now that's not all he did, Don." Emily stated. "He went to all those games with you. Fixed up those old cars. Do you like cars, Kurt?"

"My dad actually owns a body chop back in my hometown." Kurt told her.

"But I'm sure you didn't help him with that." Donald guessed.

"Actually, he taught me everything he knows. I can take apart an entire engine and put it back together and make the car run under an hour."

"Now that's something I'd like to see."

"Maybe some other time." Blaine insisted. "Its getting late, Kurt and I should probably start heading out."

"Oh, pish posh! You just got here. Sit! Sit!"

"Come, Blaine. Tell us all about that job you got at the music station."

"Metro? Its great, actually. We just signed this new kid, Derek Venturi. Awesome guitarist. We're looking to put a band together with him sometime soon."

"That sounds fantastic, honey. Oh, Blaine, you're never gonna guess who Carter got to meet while at football camp. Tell him, Carter!"

"Eli Manning."

"Did you hear that, Blaine? Eli Manning! From the Giants. You like the Giants, don't you, Blaine?"

"They're a great football team."

"And your brother got to meet him! Isn't that amazing? That's almost as great as when Amelia met . . .who was it, Don?"

"Either Madonna or someone, I don't know. Someone with an adopted kid."

"She had their child in her class while she was student teacher. It was marvelous!"

"Mom, that was a long time ago. No reason to brag." Amelia says, pushing her plate away.

"But dear it was an amazing accomplishment, of course we have to brag!"

Blaine stood suddenly, his chair rubbing against the tile floor. "If you'd excuse me." Leaving the table, Blaine found himself in the bathroom, throwing cool water onto his face, trying to calm down.

He knew his parents would do this. Go on and on about his siblings, and act like the things he did didn't matter. He hated that about his family. Coming back out, he nearly bumped into Kurt, who came to check on him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Did they call come inside?"

"Yes. Blaine, maybe we should leave."

"Later. I gotta see my parents first."

"Blaine,"

"Hey! Go find, Amelia. I know she's been dying to tell you more stories."

Before Kurt could say another word, Blaine paced down the hallway, finding his parents sitting peacefully in the living room.

"Blaine! Dear, come on. Your father and I were just talking about you."

I'm sure you were, Blaine says to himself. "Actually, Kurt and I are gonna head out."

"Oh, but you just arrived!"

"Yeah, son. Pull up a chair, we have things to discuss."

"Like what?"

"Well, son, its about this . . . Boy . . . You brought home."

"Don't get us wrong darling! Kurt seems like a lovely young man. Incredibly sweet and your sister is just smitten with him!"

"He just doesn't seem like the type of person you'd be with. He's a bit . . . Eccentric!"

"Not that that's a bad thing!" Emily assured. "Its just, you've always been so down to earth and reasonable. Kurt seems like the type of person to do whatever he wants, when he wants."

"That's because that's the type of person Kurt is, mother." Blaine explained to them. "He's bright, and bubbly, and sassy. If he wants something, he'll go after it, no matter what the challenge."

"And that's great, honey. It really is. But don't you think you should go with someone . . . less open?"

"Less open?" Blaine echoed, his mouth dropping.

"Oh, not that like! You know I didn't mean it like that."

"She just meant someone less "this is me", you know what we mean?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"Remember that girl . . . Sarah Carrington? The one from the town picnic? Oh, you and her used to be such good friends. What a sweet girl!"

"Pretty and quiet. Never said a bad word or talked back. My kind of girl."

"I wonder what Sarah is doing now? You should give her a call, Blaine."

Blaine stood, doing everything he could to keep his emotions in control. "I have to leave now. It was nice seeing both of you. Tell Amelia and Carter I'll call them soon."

The door opened then, and Kurt walked in, his eyes dark and full of sorrow and annoyance.

"Kurt," Blaine began, but his boyfriend cut him off.

"In a moment, Blaine." Kurt says, turning his attention onto Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. "I would just like to say your son, the older one, who you rarely ever give your attention to unless it has to do with your criticizing him or bragging about someone else to him, is an extremely talented and loving man, and you two should be honored to share the same blood, let alone know he's your child.

"Lord, do you even hear yourselves when you speak to him? The rudeness and arrogance? You're not his parents, you're just an old judgmental couple, who have nothing better to do than break someone down and make them into one of you. You're like Stepfordrobots! To think Blaine . . . someone who is so amazing, and caring, and understanding, could come from the same gene pool as you two. Thank God for modern science!"

"I think we've heard enough, young man!" Donald says strongly. "Now, you can say whatever you want about us, but we raised Blaine with all the love we had to give."

"Love? Telling him he should be with someone more quiet and unopen, is love? I always knew I was lucky to have a family who accepted me, but after seeing this? I realized I'm the luckiest person in the world. I have parents who care and support me, and not once have they ever tried to make me into something I'm not.

"I wish you could see Blaine when he's at work. How his eyes shine and how his smile seems to never fade. That is who your son is. A beautiful, amazing person, who deserves all the happiness in the world. And if you can't be apart of that, then I'm sorry for you, because you're missing out."

Kurt stopped then, turning towards a very flabbergasted Blaine.

"Lets go." He said.

Smiling, Blaine took his hand, and left the house, ignoring the protest of his family members. Once at the car, Blaine pulled Kurt close, kissing him deeply. "I love you." He said.

"I know." Kurt murmurs sweetly before getting into the car.

Blaine took one last took, a long, sad, yet peaceful goodbye before pulling away.