In the morning, Blaine blinked his eyes open to the sound of his curtains being opened and the sun warming his face. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Blaine, wake up. We have a lot to do today," his mother sang.

"What?" Blaine moaned into his pillow.

"Well, there's the shower you have to take, your teeth that needs brushing, the early lunch I'm taking you to, then the meeting with Principal Figgins at your school that your father and I have scheduled at one o'clock."

"Gmm, what time is it now?" Blaine stretched then realized what his mother was saying. He sat up quickly. "Wait. What? Meeting with the principal at my school?"

Beth smiled. "It's ten o'clock now and you have a little more than an hour to get ready. Then lunch. Then I'm taking you to see your school."

Blaine was so excited that he was finally getting what he wanted, a chance to get live a normal life, that he had almost forgotten about his findings from last night. He was reminded of his thoughts, randomly, when they drove past the hair salon Kurt took him to the day before. The salon reminded him of Kurt and now when the thought of Kurt popped in his head, he thought of the pictures he had hidden away in his nightstand… and his dream from last night, but he tried desperately to not think about that right now.

"You're quiet," Beth mused. "More than normal." She smiled at his son, hoping he knew she was playing with him. "Are you nervous to see your school?"

"A little, but that's not what I was thinking about. I probably should be thinking more about school and the people I'll meet than what I'm actually thinking about." Blaine wasn't sure how he felt about telling his mother about what he found in his drawer. He didn't feel uncomfortable telling her because from what he understood about a family staple, you're supposed to be able to trust your parents and be able to tell or ask anything. He did trust his parents. Except for the part about them hiding things about his past from him, they've done everything for him. They were kind and patient and gave him almost everything he wanted. Mainly what he wanted was time with Kurt, but even with that, his parents gave them all the time in the world. All in all, he figured that his parents were good people.

"What are you thinking about?" his mother asked.

He didn't know who else to talk to or how to go about finding the answers, so Blaine took a deep breath and looked at his mother intently. "Um… I found something in a drawer in my room." He cleared his throat. "A, uh, box of condoms." He noticed that his mother's eyebrows went up and surprise. He also noticed that she was purposely trying to keep her face from changing expressions, but couldn't stop her eyes from glancing around quickly. "I was wondering if- um- you could explain," he paused to gage his mother's uncomfortability with the topic. He knew it was a private topic to discuss, maybe not over lunch in a public place, but no one was around because it was a weekday. Also, he just wanted to know. "…sex-to-me." Blaine got the last three words out fast.

Beth coughed. "Oh, um-" She took a sip of water. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that."

"I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm sorry. Nevermind."

"No, Blaine. It's okay, really." She covered his hand for a second, patting it, then retreated it back to her water glass. "Your question just caught me by surprise; that's all." The waiter came by and refilled their water glasses. Beth waited for the water to be far enough away to start talking again. "Well, what do you want to know?"

"Just the basics I guess. Since the box was open and not full, I thought that I'd like to know what I was doing. Did you and dad know that I had sex?"

Beth was uncomfortable, but didn't want to let her son know just how much. She didn't know how to explain sex to Blaine exactly either. She knew her son was gay, but Kurt and Henry had agreed to let Blaine figure that out on his own. However, she didn't want to explain sex as something that only happens between a man and a woman because she didn't want to alienate him. "Yes, we did know. You told your father last spring and he told me, but you must have been very discrete about doing it in our house because that was something we did not know."

Blaine blinked. "Oh. Sorry?" He wasn't sure if he was supposed to admit that. He only apologized because he felt that he should apologize for someone; either to his mother for his former self, or to his former self for ratting him out.

"Let's just pretend I didn't know that. Knowing that my baby boy is old enough to be having sex isn't a thought I like to think about often. I suppose, however, that I should at least be comforted by the idea that you're using protection."

"Did I have sex with a lot of people?"

"No. Only two, thank goodness. You're kind of old fashioned, I guess, in the sense of quality not quantity. Yet another thing that should comfort me."

"Okay. So… can you explain it to me? What it is?" Blaine took a breath.

They both paused when their food came. Beth took a bite of her salad and a sip of her water. Blaine did the same with his burger. He ordered a cheeseburger with bacon on it, french fries, and a side salad with vinaigrette dressing. This was not something the old Blaine would have ordered. He had stopped eating red meat a couple years ago because of an article he read in a health magazine in a doctor's office. Also deep fried food was a rare thing for him to eat. Lastly, even if he would have ordered vinaigrette as a dressing, he would have ordered it on the side. Blaine only ordered the meal because he had bacon for breakfast a few weeks ago and loved it, the dressing was the same dressing his mother ordered and he didn't want to complicated things, and he saw a McDonald's commercial and wondered what a burger tasted like. He decided that anything covered in bacon tasted infinitely better, even though the burger probably would taste good all on its own.

"Alright," Beth began. "Well, when two people love each other and are completely comfortable with each other, and feel like they need to express their feelings for each other in a deeper way…" Another sip of water. She looked off, appearing to search for words in the air to pull out and use. "They have sex, or make love."

Blaine wiped his mouth with his napkin. Something his mother said in the first part of her speech, caught his attention. "You said 'people.' When two people? You mean man and woman?" He was guiding his mother into a trap and he knew it.

"No," Beth quickly answered. "I meant exactly what I people. See, Blaine, sometimes two men or two women fall in love with each other. About ten percent of the human population is, um, homosexual. That means that they're attracted to the same sex."

"And that's socially acceptable?" There it was, he trapped her. Secretly, this is what he really wanted. He wanted to know if it was okay with his parents if he were gay. He still wasn't sure, but the need for approval was still there. He didn't want to know that the person he was born to be, was someone his parents would hate.

"It is in this family," Beth quickly answered. She meant it. It had been a long, hard road for the Anderson family when Blaine came out. She loved her son, as did Henry, but their hatred for the way the world might treat their beloved, kind hearted son was something that weighed heavily on them. Unfortunately, that's not the way it came out. At first, it often happened that Henry would get angry and they made him keep it a secret from everyone they knew. They loved him dearly and when his old school no longer became a safe place for him, they happily sent him to Dalton, Henry's alma mater with an enforced No Tolerance policy. Then he met Kurt and Kurt's father forced himself into the Anderson's lives. As unwelcome as the meeting was, Burt Hummel was the family's savior. Then they realized what Kurt meant to Blaine. How Kurt Hummel saved Blaine from hating himself because Kurt did nothing, but love Blaine for who he was because of who he was. Yes, the Hummel family was the Anderson's family hero. Beth and Henry loved their son more than anything and they decided long ago, that when Blaine would realize again that he was gay, they would do it right this time, when it came to Blaine coming out for a second time in his life.

"It is?" Blaine asked.

"Yes. One hundred percent, acceptable."

"Dad too?"

"Dad, Claire, and Jared too. Everyone has a right to be comfortable in their own home, regardless of who they love or sleep with."

Blaine started to get the hint that his mother already knew the truth and was feeling more trapped than he made her. Almost like she was expecting him to come out to her right then and there. Truthfully he really wasn't sure. He could explain or describe it, but he just didn't know. It was nice to know however that even if he was, his family would still love him and not treat him any differently. Maybe his home was more of a sanctuary than he thought.

"If you're still curious about sex, we have a book at home that we used to explain where babies came from when you, Claire, and Jared were little. Also, we have another one that can explain things a bit more to you in detail. You can read through it and come ask me or your father if you have any other questions. I realize I hadn't really explained much, but the books can probably explain things better than I can. Sound okay?"

"Yeah." He half smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome. Now eat your burger covered in grease; we have an appointment in forty-five minutes." Beth smiled back at her son before forking some salad in her mouth.