Kurt H. I need you to Skype me RIGHT NOW.

Blaine A. Is it really super important or can it wait two minutes while I finish making my sandwich?

Kurt H. Finish making your sandwich, but then RIGHT AWAY.

Kurt made sure his laptop was set up on his bed so that he could answer Blaines call right away, and grabbed a few final things as he heard the familiar calling noise. He accepted the call and waited for Blaines face to load clearly.

"Hey, cutie," Blaine said, "its fine if I eat while we do this, right?" he gestured at his sandwich.

"Hi yourself. Eat away, I dont mind," Kurt replied, "speaking of cuties though, youre wearing glasses." Blaine immediately pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Oh! Yeah, I usually wear disposable lenses because my eyes dont tolerate cleaning solution very well but my parents still thought that contacts were less detrimental to my performing career. But there was a mix up at the optometrists so Im stuck with my back up glasses for a couple of days," he explained.

"Theyre adorable. I dont know what your parents are so worried about."

"Myopia is something that they actually can fix, you see, so they went for the most expensive option without getting laser surgery, or something. But honestly, they just didnt want me to be plagued with glasses for my whole life, because they make my face less attractive."

"Id argue with that," Kurt said.

"Oh, I see." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt, making him laugh. "So, what was the big disaster that required urgent Skyping?"

"I need your help choosing something to wear to dinner with your parents tomorrow," Kurt said, "Ive never had to meet a boyfriends parents before!"

"Kurt, I was wearing my Nightbird costume when I met your dad for the first time. Wear anything without a cape and youll be fine," Blaine said. Kurt thought he was probably trying to make him laugh, but he was too nervous to process the humour of it.

"But which outfit do I wear?" Blaine shrugged.

"Is it fashion show time?"

"I dont want to leave you staring at the wall while I get changed."

"You could always just get changed in front of the camera. I wouldnt mind," Blaine teased, wiggling his eyebrows again. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You wish. Okay, which shirt do I wear?" Kurt held up a few options away from the camera so that they were in clear view for Blaine.

"I like the purple one. Wear your white skinny jeans, those are my favourites."

"Only if you wear the navy cardigan I love so much."

"Deal. Is that all you needed me for?"

"So tomorrow night at seven?" Kurt clarified. Blaine shook his head.

"Can you tolerate a change of plans?" He waited for Kurt to make some motion of affirmation before he continued, "Ethan is driving to Lima so I can go with him, and then he can drop me at your house and we can drive together for dinner, and then you can drive home whenever were done with dinner, unless you want to stay longer."

"Do I need that much of a crash course on your parents?" Kurt asked, slightly alarmed. He knew that he would have to put aside his preformed feelings about Blaines parents when they met, because as it stood he didnt like them very much for making his boyfriend feel so insignificant.

"Maybe. Well see how it goes. Maybe I just want to spend more time with you tomorrow."

"Aww. Will you still be bespectacled?"

"Yeah, I dont get my contacts until Monday. Do you want to see me or my glasses?" Blaine teased.

"Do you want to spend time with me or my mouth?" Kurt teased back.

"Touché. Ill give you a half hour warning text tomorrow so you can be completely presentable, okay?"

"Thanks. Ill see you then. You can go now, if you want. Now weve gotten to the bottom of this clothing issue," Kurt said, not wanting to keep Blaine around longer than necessary. It was great that he could drop everything and Skype him, but he didnt want him to feel obligated to stay.

"We can talk for longer if you want, Kurt," Blaine said, "Im not busy. I was only making a sandwich before because Im hungry. All I did was sit in bed and play The Sims all day."

"Do you play as us?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head overenthusiastically.

"Nope, not at all. I play as Blaire and her wife Kate. They have a son called Pepito." Kurt laughed. It wasnt hard to pick up the similarities to their names.

"Pepito, though?"

"I really like Madeline," Blaine dramatically stage whispered to his webcam. Kurt couldnt help but laugh again, as Blaine continued to stubbornly defend his name choice for their (gender flips) hypothetical child.

"Oh god, youre cuter in person," Kurt said to Blaine the moment he opened the door. Blaine was wearing the navy cardigan, as promised, and he looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Im good, thanks for asking," Blaine said, rolling his eyes and stepping into Kurts house. "You like the glasses that much, huh? Maybe Ill never wear contacts again." Kurt slid his hand into Blaines and led him through to the living room.

"But then the novelty would wear off eventually. This way we get the best of everything." He sat down on the couch, and was surprised when he found that Blaine sat down in his lap, his arms around Kurts neck. "Oh, hello there," he said.

"Hi," Blaine replied, nuzzling underneath Kurts jaw.

"Can I help you with something?" Blaine kissed Kurt then, and Kurt let his arms close around Blaines middle to keep him place. They stayed in the same position until there was a throat cleared in the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt, boys, but if you two arent too busy, would you mind helping us bring in the shopping?" Burt asked. Blaine happily slid off Kurts lap.

"Sure, Mister Hummel," he said brightly, and scurried out to the car to carry bags in. Kurt followed behind less happily and gave his dad an unhappy look on his way out. In the kitchen a few minutes later, Blaine and Kurt helped Carole unload the bags, sorting and putting things away as they were able to, but mostly tried to keep out of Kurts stepmothers way.

"Thank you for your help," she said, "I know Burt put you up to it, but I really do appreciate it. Especially you, Blaine. I would say that youre the guest, but I think youre around here often enough to lose the title."

"Not until dad calls him something affectionate," Kurt said. The others looked at him for clarification. "There are levels of approval. He insists you call him by his first name, for one," Blaine already had received that honour and seemed to choose to ignore it most of the time, "and then you get an affectionate name. Kid, kiddo, bud… that kind of thing."

"When did he start calling you kiddo?" Blaine asked, hopping up to sit on the bench, swinging his feet gently.

"About ten minutes after he was born," Burt supplied, entering the kitchen, "Elizabeth wasnt thrilled and insisted that I used his name otherwise he would get confused, but the habit stuck pretty fast. Are you two actually helping?"

"I dont know my way around your kitchen, sir," Blaine said. Burt clapped him on the shoulder.

"Its Burt. Off the bench, son, we prepare food up there. Im surprised Kurt didnt chase you off." Blaine looked smugly at Kurt, none of them missing that Burt had called him son.

"You seem entirely too happy about not being a guest anymore," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. Of all of the names that Burt could have chosen to call Blaine, Kurt knew he had made exactly the right choice. If there was anyone who needed to have positive connotations with father/son relationships, it was Blaine.

"Its because he likes me," Blaine said to Burt, ignoring Kurts comment. Kurt resisted the urge to cover his face with his hands.

"He likes kissing you, anyway," Burt replied, setting out coffee mugs. A blush began to creep up Blaines cheeks, and Kurt thought he was probably looking similar.

"Dad!"

"As much as I love the company, this kitchen isnt big enough for four people, so if I could politely shoo you two out…" Carole said. Kurt and Blaine didnt need to be told twice, disappearing from the kitchen and only standing nearby long enough to hear Carole telling Burt off for embarrassing them- but they were both clearly laughing.

"You never denied that you like kissing me," Blaine said, lacing his fingers with Kurts as they walked upstairs together.

"Well, I do, but thats not all I like, you know?"

"Aww, you do like me," Blaine teased, kissing Kurt on the cheek lightly, "do you want to know a secret?" he pulled Kurt into a close hug and whispered, "I like you too."

"Okay, final crash course to my parents," Blaine said, after they had been driving for a bit, "neither of them are worried about the fact that youre a guy and Im gay. They will love every single thing you have to say about your glee club and the McKinley musicals and that youre a countertenor. Id avoid bringing up that were competing at regionals, though, but feel free to bring up the original songs and such. And no, I havent taken the idea to the Warbler council, your friends can relax."

"What do I say if they ask me about my parents?" Kurt asked.

"Tell them the truth. Theyre rich and all, but they arent going to look down upon your dads business. They value hard workers."

"Okay. Do you think that they will like me?"

"Dont worry about whether they do or not. They arent thrilled that Im dating, partially because Im a teenager and they insist that high school relationships cant last- Id like to point out that my parents in fact met in high school, although they didnt date until much later, and then got married fairly young," Blaine paused for a moment, "oh my god, my mom retired because she got knocked up. Everything makes sense now." He shook his head, and then continued, "but anyway, also partially because they think that dating will distract me from everything else."

"Maybe your parents are secretly pleased that youre gay, because they know that you arent going to get me pregnant," Kurt suggested.

"Actually, that is a very good point. Thats probably it. But just anticipate that my dad will tell you that youre distracting me from my music, and then youll either be ready for it or pleasantly surprised when it doesnt happen."

"Okay, okay. Do you know what were having?" Blaine nodded.

"Were having my moms fried chicken. Its my favourite, which is why she phrased her question as you want me to make fried chicken for Kurts visit, right? instead of what do you want for dinner?" Blaine said, raising the pitch of his voice to mimic his mother.

"Thats not really what she sounds like, is it?"

"No, but she did sound almost excited to meet you." Kurt thought maybe that was what worried him the most. The last thing he wanted was for the Andersons to think that he wasnt good enough for their son. Blaine had told him that they were good at having expectations- and Kurt was terrified that they would expect something big from him too.

Blaine kissed Kurt in the car for a few minutes before they went inside, almost as though they were preparing themselves for not kissing again for the rest of the evening. Kurt was starting to wonder if that meant he wouldnt get a goodnight kiss or anything, if Blaine was compensating for something then.

"So do you want me to drive up to your house now, or..?" Kurt asked. They were parked down the road a little way, even though there were plenty of closer parks. He wouldnt be surprised if Blaines house had a large carport, either.

"No. This gives me an excuse to walk you out to your car at the end of the night," Blaine explained. He leaned over and kissed Kurt once more before they got out of the car. Blaine held his hand as they walked towards the house.

"I feel like Im arriving empty handed," Kurt said, "was I meant to bring anything?"

"Not at all. Im bringing you, so its okay." As they walked up the driveway to Blaines house (which was longer than Kurt had expected) the house came into view and Kurts breath caught in his throat.

"Your house is actually gorgeous," Kurt said, not sure why he had expected anything less. The Andersons house was big and beautiful, and Kurt felt as underdressed as he had worried about the day before.

"Thanks. Tell my mom that, shell love to hear it." As they got inside, Kurt realised that the beauty absolutely did not end when you stepped through the door. The entrance hall was beautiful in itself. "I know its pretty, but the whole house feels decorative, and I just want to warn you of that now. It doesnt really feel lived in."

"Are you sure you dont live in a castle?" Kurt asked, looking up at the large staircase that looked like it had stepped right out of a fairy tale.

"Its actually a much smaller house than this would lead you to believe. There are actually only five rooms upstairs. Do you want the tour? We might find my parents on the way." Kurt nodded eagerly, and Blaine led him around the house, from the sitting room to the dining room and then into the kitchen.

"Hey mom," Blaine greeted, and she let the spoon she was stirring rest against the edge of the bowl to wash her hands quickly.

"Hello, darling," she replied. Blaine walked over to peer into the bowl and see what she was making. "Yes, its going to be sticky date pudding, but please keep your fingers out." She walked over to where Kurt was standing somewhat awkwardly. "You must be Kurt. Its a shame Blaine couldnt introduce us."

"Oh!" Blaine said, rushing over to Kurts side, "Mom, this is Kurt, my boyfriend. Kurt, this is my mom." She extended her hand to Kurt, who shook it politely.

"Its nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Anderson," Kurt said.

"Likewise, Kurt, Ive heard so much about you. Its Delia, by the way, but call me whatever youre comfortable with." She took the spoon in hand again and continued with her baking.

"Lets get out of your moms hair, Blaine. I have the rest of the house to see still," Kurt said, lacing his fingers with his boyfriends again. She smiled at them as they left. "She seems nice," Kurt said as they walked through the living room, continuing with the tour.

"You actually can call her Delia if you like, that wasnt her trying to be polite or anything. Hell, I call her Delia sometimes," Blaine said.

"So you actually have a good relationship with your mom?"

"Most of the time, yeah. She wants to push me to do my best, but she trusts that I know what that is. She doesnt want me to lose passion for what I do."

"So youre actually just a typical rich boy with daddy issues?" Kurt teased, knowing that Blaine wouldnt be upset by his joking.

"Yes. At least he doesnt want me to be a lawyer."

"The fact that your family is so rich but neither of your parents have high incomes doesnt add up for me."

"Its the other way around," Blaine explained, "They both have these inheritances and that meant they were financially stable enough to pursue a risky performing career. My dad lived at home until he was twenty-one, to start with. The house was inherited, too. My moms parents lived here until I was two and my grandma desperately required a retirement village." Blaine led him right up to a door and then stopped without opening it. "This is the study. My dad will be in here, probably. Now, I really love this room and my baby grand is in here, but you know, also my dad. Who youre about to meet. Okay?" Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath. If there was anything Kurt had been worried about prior to the evening, it was this moment. "Let me make it seem casual. Were just seeing the piano."

Blaine opened the door and ushered Kurt inside. "This is the study, and here is my gorgeous baby grand," Blaine said. His father spun around in an intimidating office chair, and Kurt was immediately surprised by how normal he looked. "Oh, hello, dad," Blaine said, trying to play it off as casually as he could. Kurt thought he was doing rather well. Blaines dad got up out of his chair and crossed to the piano, where Kurt was currently leaning as Blaine sat on the stool.

"Hi, Blaine. Sneaking in some extra practice?"

"You caught me. Dad, Id like you to meet my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is my dad." Blaine introduced. Kurt extended his hand first and wasnt surprised by Blaines fathers firm grip.

"Its nice to finally meet you, Kurt. I was beginning to think that Blaine had made you up."

"You too, Mister Anderson. Not that I expected that Blaine had made up his parents." Blaines dad laughed, much to Kurts relief. Blaine was soon pulling Kurt out of the study, and skimmed over the rest of the house before showing Kurt his bedroom. The moment Kurt had talked up the most about the tour was seeing Blaines bedroom for the first time, and honestly he was a little underwhelmed. The lines of trophies didnt surprise him, nor that there were numerous photos of his friends (including Kurt) on the walls. But the room was too tidy, too impersonal, for Kurt to be hit with the sense that he was seeing somewhere special to his boyfriend.

"Oh my gosh, you hate them. That was so awful. Im so sorry you had to meet them, Kurt." Blaine said, dropping onto his bed.

"What do you mean? I thought that went pretty well. Though I never caught your dads name." Kurt sat down beside his boyfriend and draped his arms around him loosely. Blaine pulled him closer, nuzzling Kurt softly for a moment.

"Its Arthur, but stick to Mister Anderson and sir. Its better to be too respectful and for him to pull you back. I dont really know, though, because Ive never had a boyfriend to make those mistakes. Nick, Jeff and Wes all address him formally, and then theres David who calls him Uncle Arthur still. Its cute, really." Kurt nodded, remembering meeting all of the Warblers several times. He hadnt known that David and Blaine were particularly close, but at the same time it didnt surprise him an awful lot.

"Okay, thats good advice." A moment of silence hung between them, before Kurt thought to point something out to his boyfriend. "So your dads Arthur, youre Blaine, your brother is Cooper, and your mom is Delia. Youre A, B, C, and D Anderson."

"Yes." Blaine said. He tugged at Kurts arms lightly to shuffle them up the bed, cuddling more comfortably.

"Why do all you rich families have patterns?" Kurt asked.

"You mean like how Jeffs family is all J names?" Blaine asked, giving him a look that screamed of really, Kurt? Generalising? Really?

"Exactly."

"You are aware that you and your dad are Kurt and Burt Hummel, right?" Blaine pointed out with a slight laugh.

"At least my mom was Elizabeth. That throws it off."

"Isnt that your middle name?" Blaine asked. Kurt sighed.

"Okay, fine, you win. The legitimacy of that being my middle name is a highly debated subject, so thank you for not doubting it."

"I asked your dad and he told me that it was Elizabeth, so either its the truth or hes willing to play along for whatever reason," Blaine explained, "its Elijah, isnt it?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations." Blaine kissed up Kurts neck lightly, as if trying to coax some be all end all answer out of him.

"Aww, Kurtsies, you can tell me if it isnt Elizabeth," he murmured, continuing with his trailing over Kurts neck, occasionally straying high enough to press a kiss to Kurts lips.

"One must never reveal all their secrets… Ill lose, um, mystery…"

"If my parents ask at dinner, we were watching a movie," Blaine said, sitting upright, "Actually, do you want to put something on?" Kurt shook his head, and pulled Blaine back down on top of him.

Delias fried chicken was everything that Blaine had talked it up to be. They sat opposite Blaines parents and Blaine occasionally squeezed Kurts hand underneath the table reassuringly as they dominated the conversation with asking Kurt questions about his school and home life. As Blaine had predicted, they were impressed with the New Directions (they also revealed that Blaine had shown them clips of their performances, though apparently had not pointed out which one was his boyfriend, which had caused Blaine to blush), and were even more impressed when Kurt revealed that he was a countertenor.

"What did McKinley put on as a musical this year?" Arthur asked.

"We didnt end up performing our musical. You see, we were going to do The Rocky Horror Show, but a series of events meant that it was cancelled. I mean, firstly we were doing the film version of all the songs and with the film variations to the script which was weird, considering we were performing live… also, it was wildly inappropriate for a high school, so Im surprised it took so long to be cancelled, honestly." Kurt explained. Arthur nodded knowingly.

"And who did you play, Kurt?"

"I was Riff Raff. I was offered Frank N. Furter, but the last thing I need these days is to dress in drag on stage. It was kind of insulting that they thought I would want to play the part."

"Its because youre star material and Frank N. Furter is the lead," Blaine said, his eyes adoring. Kurt smiled at him and thanked him politely. Blaines parents didnt seem to mind how affectionate Blaine was getting.

If Delias fried chicken was good, her sticky date pudding was exceptional. Blaine asked for seconds, and, after some persuading, Kurt accepted a second helping himself. Delia put the refreshed bowl in front of him with a brief comment about how they were growing teenage boys who were bottomless pits, and Kurt was thankful that she hadnt tried to put him into any boxes. First and foremost, Kurt was still a boy, after all, and she seemed to get that better than a lot of middle aged women- or women at all, if his friends were anything to judge by.

Kurt decided to head home not long after dinner, having some homework to get out of the way before school the next day. Though Arthur disappeared back into the study not long after dinners conclusion, Delia stayed around to talk to the boys a bit longer.

"Ill get Blaine to email you the recipes," she promised Kurt.

"Thank you, Delia. It was lovely to meet you."

"Oh, you too, darling. Come again any time you like, I feel like this house is getting quieter all the time," she said, glaring somewhat jokingly towards Blaine. Kurt knew very well that he hardly had the time to be at home.

Blaine walked Kurt out to the car and kissed him goodnight. "You know, that didnt actually go half as badly as I anticipated," Blaine said.

"I know, Blaine. I think they like me and everything. See, we had nothing to worry about." Blaine laughed.

"Ill let you know if either of them criticise your outfit," he promised, which made Kurt smile, leaning in for one last kiss.