Kurt knocked on Blaine's door and waited nervously, adjusting the cuffs and lapels on his best suit and fidgeting from foot to foot, a bouquet of roses stuck under his arm. Hans opened the door and looked sourly at him.  “You're early, Kurt.  Mrs. Anderson said 6 o'clock and it's only 5:45.”

“Um, well, yes.  I'm a little fashionably early, sir, but I was hoping to talk to Blaine for a few minutes before my family got here.” He smiled brightly at Hans, who stared back with narrowed eyes.

“BLAINE!” Hans bellowed, startling Kurt.  “Kurt's down here looking for you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kurt whispered. “Here are some flowers for Mrs. Anderson, sir,” he said, handing them over.   He smiled around Hans and waved at Blaine, who was coming down the stairs behind Hans.

“Yeah.  Thanks.  That sure is considerate of you,” Hans said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kurt frowned, but remembered this was hard on everybody.  Hans would come around.  Or not, but he needed to stay on his good side as much as possible.  Blaine reached the bottom of the stairs, looking handsome as ever in a freshly tailored dark suit and tie.  “Hi, Blaine … are you up for a little walk in the yard before my folks get here?”

“Sure,” Blaine said eagerly, reaching for Kurt's hand.  They went out the door past a stormy-looking Hans and out onto the front path.  Hans shoved the door shut behind them with a slam, and Blaine looked sheepishly at Kurt with a shrug. Kurt smiled tightly and led Blaine down the steps.

The Andersons had a beautiful home, with neatly landscaped grounds and tall arbor vitae separating the driveway from the flower garden.  Kurt drew Blaine over to a stone bench near the tall hedge, and gestured for him to sit down.  

Blaine sat down obediently and smiled.  “So what do you need to tell me out here?  Some last minute strategy?  An escape plan? I know my dad is acting like a total douchebag … I'm sorry about that.”

“I think it's customary behavior toward ravenous boyfriends who knock up a man's teenage child.”

“Aw, jeeze,” Blaine laughed.  “You're quite the stud.  Getting a man pregnant, you must be really virile.”

“The virilest,” Kurt agreed.  “But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.  I … I wanted to ask you to take a trip with me this fall.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow.  “Well, I don't know how long I'll be allowed to travel, but … where do you want to go?”

“Not far.  Just Indiana.”

“Um … what's in Indiana that's so exciting?”

“Marriage equality and step-parent same-sex adoption, actually,” Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand.  He slid off the bench, with some difficulty, and knelt at Blaine's feet, taking Blaine's hand and pressing it to his own heart, and slipped a box out of his pocket. Blaine gasped and his eyes filled with sparkling tears.

“I love you so much … and I want us to get married, so I can be a legal father to your baby - our baby - once it's born. Look, I admit were young, and I probably wouldnt be thinking about marriage just yet if ... well, if it wasnt for the pregnancy. I want to be on the babys birth certificate, and be recognized as her father legally. Going to Indiana or another progressive state, well, thats the only way I know of to make that happen. The main thing, though, is theres no reason to wait. Were soulmates, were going to raise a baby together ...and  I want to be your husband and the father of your baby, legally, and - - so, well, Blaine Anderson ... will you marry me?"

“What the ever-living fucking fresh hell are you talking about!!” Burt's voice roared from behind the arbor vitae, where the Andersons' driveway was located and where Kurt realized his father must have parked the car.  Kurt froze in horror as Burt erupted from between two arbor vitae, his face nearly purple, still holding a large cake carrier with Carol's contribution to the dinner inside.   Leaves and twigs were sticking to his clothes, and Carol, Finn and Rachel staggered through the hedge behind Burt, looking completely confused and shocked.

“Burt, your language,” Carol pleaded, but Burt shot her an incredulous look, and handed the cake to her before turning and storming toward Blaine and Kurt.  Kurt leapt to his feet..

“Dad - let me explain -”

“I heard everything,” Burt said heatedly  “I don't know what kind of goddam hypnosis you've worked on my son to make him give up his chance at college to marry you and adopt your kid with some girl you knocked up, Anderson, but I'm here to tell you it ain't happening!”   Blaine and Kurt sat frozen and open mouthed, as Finn and Rachel tried to hold an enraged Burt back and calm him down.

“What? Dad, no - that's not -” Kurt tried to explain, but Burt wasn't hearing it, and shook Finn and Rachel loose, and approached a confused Blaine, towering over him.  And then everyone started talking at once, dizzying Kurt completely.

"Give up college?  Whats your dad talking about?  You said you didn't get into NYADA --” Blaine demanded.

“Hold up - Blaine - you got some girl pregnant, dude?  You're bi after all - -” Finn exclaimed, then stopped suddenly, his face going pale. “Rachel - - is it  - - is it you?  You're the only girl I know of that Blaine ever dated - -”

“That was a year ago, Finn, and we didn't have ...  erm … carnal knowledge,” she reminded him, face reddening.   She turned on Kurt, angrily, “But Kurt, what's this about NYADA?  Did you get in or not -  - Finn said you didn't, but Burt says you did, so are we going to be roomies this fall or - - ”

“Let's all try to stay calm,” Carol said desperately over the din, stamping her foot for attention, the motion sending the cake sliding from the carrier and landing at her feet with a splat.

"Get in the car, Kurt! Were getting out of here before you do anything stupid!" Burt ordered.

“Dad!” Kurt finally shouted. “Blaine didn't get anybody pregnant.  I got him pregnant!”  

That silenced everyone effectively, and Kurt sighed.  “And I have a lot of explaining to do … to all of you.  But let's go inside and talk about this.  And Finn, Rachel - - rule number one is, you tell no one about this, got it?”

They nodded numbly, and after they all helped Carol scrape the remains of the cake off the lawn and into the carrier, they filed inside.  Kurt braced himself.  It was going to be a bumpy night.