Blaine leaned over, “We may want to go say hi to the rest of the family. They probably think we’re hiding from them.”

The kitchen had been Kurt’s safe place. With Blaine and all of his loving family members, he was sort of afraid to see what was behind “door number 2”.

“Go ahead, sweetie. We got it.”

Kurt sighed mentally, but dragged himself over to the sink to wash up. After about 3 minutes of wiping himself clean with the dish towel, Blaine crept up behind him and grabbed his hips leaning in to his ear.

“Nervous?” Blaine whispered.

Kurt cleared his throat, turned off the tap, and slipped out from Blaine’s touch. “No.”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand and hauled him out of the kitchen, into the dining room. The large house was packed with people. Random children (Blaine referred to as cousins Henry, Isaac, Marsha, and Elizabeth) all ran by. The light poured in from the ceiling to floor windows and a cool breeze blew by, causing Kurt to form goose bumps. Blaine brushed his hand against Kurt’s arm and frowned as they walked through the house.

“I thought you said you weren’t nervous?”

“Blaine, stop talking.”

Suddenly, Blaine is attacked by two boys, about 10 and 12 years old. Blaine laughed and wrestled them off of him. A woman and a man, whom Kurt assumed were the boy’s parents, walked up smiling.

Blaine giggled breathlessly as the boys ran back to mom and dad. “Kurt, this is Aunt Margie and Uncle Ted.”

“Hello.” The couple said in unison.

Kurt squeaked out a “hi”. These people were very intimidating. They looked like they were worth at least 7 million. Aunt Margie wore a fur Shaw around her neck and let pearl earrings illuminate her heavily botoxed face. A simple golden cross necklace dangled in-between her obvious silicone breasts.

“These two rug rats are Tim and Jason.” They both waved enthusiastically at Kurt.

“Hi, I’m Kurt.”

His high pitched voice seemed to shock the boys, who flurried their eyebrows.

Soon enough he did not want those words to come out of Blaine’s mouth. These people were not like the woman in the kitchen. They were like royalty. If they even heard the word “gay”, Kurt thought they may just burn him on the cross.

But he couldn’t stop Blaine and as soon as he introduced Kurt as his boyfriend the shock on those people’s face would haunt Kurt forever. They grimaced and pulled their boys behind them. They whispered “go find Claire”. When the boys scampered off, they turned back around.

“Do you think this is the right…occasion to bring your…boy to?” Aunt Margie gritted out.

“I don’t understand-” Blaine tried to finish.

“You both are homosexuals?” Uncle Ted interrupted.

Blaine and Kurt both flushed when they said “Yes” boldly in unison.

The couple nodded slowly before glancing at each other.

“Blaine, I’m going to ask you to stay away from Jason and Tim from now on.”

“I don’t underst-”

“Just abide by our wishes, please.”

“I um…alright,” Blaine looked hurt and confused at the same time. Kurt glanced between all of them, feeling his anger pooling.

“Excuse me,” Kurt chimed in, “just because your nephew is in a loving relationship with a man gives you no right to take away his privilege to see his cousins-”

The couple began ignoring Kurt as if he wasn’t talking, “Oh, honey, look George and Marion are here. Come along.”

They briskly broke pass Kurt and Blaine and went on to greet the other couple. Kurt could feel his eyes burning with tears, his face heating up, and he blinked multiple times. The anger that had surfaced before was now all gone, and he mostly just felt embarrassed. Blaine tried to take his hand but he swatted him away and started running for the kitchen. Blaine called after him before finally catching up. He spun Kurt around and held him in his arms.

“Shh, Kurt it’s okay.”

Kurt gently pressed Blaine away from him and wiped his eyes, “I want to go help Claire cut potatoes.”

With that, Kurt ran towards the kitchen without looking at anyone watching.