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Blaine got dressed in two minutes, having already picked out what he was going to wear the night before. He had decided on a black gingham shirt covered with a green v-neck sweater tucked into gray pants and his signature black wingtips. Once dressed, he took an additional two to tame his curls. After ensuring that every lock was in place he jogged down the stairs and checked in the kitchen to see if his parents were lingering after their breakfast to say goodbye for the day. As he walked into the room he saw his parents huddled at the kitchen table, talking quietly. They both looked over at Blaine and stopped talking as soon as he entered the room with guilty looks on their faces.

“Hey guys, everything okay?” Blaine asked.

Mr. Anderson looked at Blaine, a slight difference in his eyes to his normally twinkly gaze. “Yeah, bud. Everything is fine. Kurt headed out a while ago, you better not keep him waiting,” Mr. Anderson said, keeping his view on Blaine.

Blaine turned to his mom making sure it was okay that he left even though it seemed like they were having an adult conversation. She nodded slightly and gestured toward the door, encouraging him to join his boyfriend.

“Uh, okay. Thanks dad. I have my phone. Call me if you need me. I’ll let you know when we’ll be home,” Blaine said as he turned toward the front door.

“Bye son,” Mr. Anderson called after him. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Love you, mom,” he said as he turned the knob. As he headed toward his car, he couldn’t understand what he had just walked in on. Were they fighting? Did someone die? Was Cooper okay? The worst of possibilities were crossing his mind as he opened the passenger door and joined Kurt who was at the wheel of Blaine’s Sentra.

He continued thinking as he buckled his seatbelt and faced forward, still not meeting Kurt’s gaze.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kurt asked, noticing that his boyfriend was being exceedingly quiet.

Blaine shook himself out of his thoughts and turned to Kurt. He smiled slightly to let Kurt know that everything would be fine. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering what we’re going to do today,” he said.

Kurt smiled. “Well, I was thinking we could go to our old hangout, The Lima Bean, and then go to a movie. Your pick.”

“That sounds great. Let’s go, Geronimo,” Blaine said. He forced the thought of his parent’s conversation into the back of his mind and grabbed Kurt’s hand, allowing his boyfriend’s touch to drown out the thoughts in his head.