“Hey baby.” Blaine turned around quickly and jumped back against the wall. “No, Kurt… Get out of my shower!” He yelled, making Kurt raise an eyebrow, his arms crossing over his chest. This was the first time Blaine ever turned down a shower with him in the six months they've been dating. “It’s actually my shower thank you very much” He teased, trying to suppress a laugh as he received a harsh glare. “Oh Come on Blaine, what's the big deal?” Kurt questioned, taking a cautious step towards his boyfriend, watching as he pressed his back closer to the wall. “The big deal is that you're dad said no monkey business while we're here or he'll kill me and I would like to be with you longer than six months, make it to twenty three, and actually make it to Thanksgiving!” Blaine ranted, noticing that Kurt was offhandedly listening while staring at him, making him sigh. Without another word Kurt stepped forward, his arms circling around Blaine's neck loosely. “I can make it worth your while” Kurt mentioned quietly, his lips pressing to his boyfriend's neck, giggling against his skin. Blaine closed his eyes, his mind going somewhere else, trying not to get turned on. “Kurt” he warned, his hands glued to his sides looking like an uncomfortable statue. “Blaine” Kurt sang back with a chuckle, pressing his body against Blaine in hopes to make him crack. This was way too much fun for him. “No one’s home…” he added, a playful smirk spreading across his lips as his hand traveled down Blaine's side, cupping his ass. Blaine gulped, sucking in a shaky breath “No one?” Blaine perked up, eyes scanning Kurt's face as he nodded with his teeth nipping at his boyfriend's bottom lip, hand dangerously close to his inner thigh. Blaine groaned and lifted Kurt, having his legs wrap around his waist, kissing him fiercely against the shower wall. Burt never mentioned any monkey business while no one’s home now that he thinks about it.

Kurt rubbed Blaine's head playfully with the towel, drying his hair as they lounged on Kurt's old bed together. “I think we need to have the talk” Blaine said quietly, looking back at his boyfriend with a small smile. Kurt's eyebrows pulled together, his head cocking to the side. “What talk?” Blaine smiled at his innocence, turning around to face him. “The sex talk” he told him simply. Beating around the bush was pointless, they're adults in a relationship and they need to talk about this eventually. “Oh, that talk. Okay... What about it?” Kurt wondered, not feeling as uncomfortable as he may have been in High School. Blaine smirked at how open Kurt was for the discussion, making him feel really good. “Well... How many people have you had sex with?” With a sigh Kurt held up two fingers, feeling a little embarrassed at the number, then again, at least he wasn't a slut or anything “You?” He asked, a little nervous to see what Blaine's number is. “Just one” Kurt's eyebrows lifted in surprise, wanting to hear the back story on this. “Wow... Who was it?” He inquired, glad that him and Blaine were opening up to one another, getting that much closer. Blaine bit his lip, his eyes looking down on the bed deep in thought. “Um... I don't know if it’s the right time to talk about it... I'm... I'm sorry. I'll tell you eventually Kurt I promise, just not now.” Kurt nodded softly, giving Blaine an assuring smile. This last guy must have really damaged him.

Blaine checked his hair in the mirror once more, smoothing it out carefully as he made sure no curls were in sight. He needed to look perfect for the dinner at his parents’ house. “Look at my man. You're so dapper.” Kurt said happily, adjusting Blaine's bow tie and pressing a quick peck to his mouth. He couldn't tell but Blaine was dying inside. He was nervous for this dinner because his dad had the tendency to be an asshole. “I can't believe you're meeting my parents tonight” Blaine smiled softly, reaching out to take Kurt's hand in his, the touch making him feel at ease. Kurt nodded with enthusiasm giving his boyfriend a genuinely proud smile, excited for tonight. This was it, this thing between them was serious and it couldn't make Kurt or Blaine any happier.

“Sweetie! Oh I've missed you so much!” Mrs. Anderson hugged her son tightly, rocking from side to side, her face buried in his shoulder. She was stunning, with curly black hair and wide hazel eyes, just like Blaine. Kurt smiled shyly reaching out to shake her hand only to be pulled into a hug. “Hello Mrs. Anderson, I'm Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt” Someone cleared their throat loudly making the group at the front door look up, Blaine's smile fading fast. “Boyfriend, huh?” Mr. Anderson walked out with a smug smile, hiding his disgust at his son, making Blaine cower in fear. He may have hated his dad but he was damn well scared of him. “I've heard so much about you already, nice to finally meet you” Mrs. Anderson greeted, giving Kurt a warm smile. “And call me Jacklyn” She gave Kurt a small wink placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she made her way into the kitchen to finish up dinner. “Son, nice to see you” Mr. Anderson greeted, giving Blaine a firm handshake, his face like stone. After a few seconds of standing there awkwardly, Kurt cleared his throat sticking his hand out with a confident smile. “Mr. Anderson, hi, I'm Kurt, Blaine's boyfriend” he felt violated as his profile was thoroughly taken in by Blaine's dad, a displeased look on his face. Blaine sighed quietly, knowing this was only the beginning. “Hello Kurt” Was all that was said from Mr. Anderson before he left the room to join his wife in the kitchen. Kurt placed his arm down in defeat.

Dinner was tense. There were attempts at small talk but no one ever really elaborated on much. It was like the Anderson's weren't really a family. “So Kurt, what do you do?” Jacklyn Anderson asked politely, a genuinely interested look on her face. “I just graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology and currently work at Marc Jacobs as a secretary and partial designer” he stated proudly, sitting up a little taller, his smile a little brighter. Blaine smirked, patting his knee under the table. “Do you really think that's a career?” Mr. Anderson retorted, making Kurt's eyebrows pull together slightly. “I do, yes. Marc Jacobs is one of the top fashion designers in the world; I've been with the company for practically two years and have many to go. I have my masters for exhibition design and plan to take that very far sir. So yes, I do think it’s a career for me” Kurt argued, placing his fork down, not really hungry anymore. “Blaine, how's your 'career' going for you?” Mr. Anderson asked his son smugly, giving him a cocky smile that Kurt wanted to punch off his face. He was being so rude. “Fine” Blaine answered quietly, taking a small bite of his steak, keeping his mouth preoccupied with chewing so he didn't have to talk. “Just fine? Are you regretting not going to college yet? I've been waiting to say 'I told you so' for quite some time now.” Kurt frowned, looking between Blaine and his father, noticing the sad look on Mrs. Anderson's face.

“Cooper my boy!” Mr. Anderson greeted, giving his eldest son a warm hug, a huge smile on his face. Blaine rolled his eyes, Kurt biting his lip, trying to stay quiet. “Hi dad, I'm sorry I couldn't make dinner but I'm here to enjoy dessert!” He grinned, reaching out to hug his mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “It’s always nice to see you honey, glad you could make it tonight” She said softly, taking her seat on the couch. “Hey there little bro! Long time no see.” Blaine chuckled and gave him a brotherly hug, Kurt standing next to him with a warm smile on his face. “Um Coop. This is Kurt, my boyfriend.” Cooper's mouth opened in shock, pointing to Kurt with a laugh. “This is him?” He asked looking at Kurt with a smirk. Blaine nodded proudly, catching the sour look on his dads face. “Well it’s nice to finally meet you Kurt, I've heard quite a lot about you because this one never shuts up about it when I ask how he is on the phone” Cooper said sincerely, giving Kurt a welcoming hug, patting his back gently. Blaine relaxed slightly, glad that his older brother was here to break the tension that has been in the room since him and Kurt had arrived.

Blaine crossed his arms uncomfortably as his dad went on about how great Cooper is and how wonderful it is that he's getting some acting gigs. Like that was a realistic career. He supports that but not him. He couldn't stand it. “Don't you regret not going to school though?” Blaine wondered, knowing the answer. He and Cooper had this talk a long time ago when their dad freaked out over Blaine becoming a firefighter over going to college. “No. I tried. It wasn't for me, I followed my dreams” He said simply, giving his little brother a small reassuring smile. “See Blaine, you could have gone to school and came out like Cooper, successful with a good head on his shoulders doing what he loves” Mr. Anderson stated, sitting back on the couch looking to his older son with pride in his eyes. Kurt had just about enough of this praising Cooper thing. “I am doing what I love dad. I didn't want to go to school. I wanted to be a firefighter and help people in need... I wanted to save lives” Blaine said softly, trying to defend himself when he knew it was no use. “But you got nothing from it! If you wanted to save lives you should have gone to medical school, put going to Dalton into use and actually learn something” Mr. Anderson yelled, leaning forward in his chair looking at Blaine, hoping to get his point across.

Kurt held his tongue for too long. “Mr. Anderson if I may... Blaine is one of the best firefighters at his station, always working when they need him and even taking extra shifts because he wants to be there and help out. He works his ass off and can only go up in rank in the future which is what makes this such a wonderful career for him. I can't be any more proud and one of the reasons he became a firefighter was to make you proud as well.” Jacklyn Anderson smiled widely, looking at her youngest son, her baby. She was so proud of who he's become and is glad he has someone else who sees that. “And this is coming from the kid who graduated from school to also have something that he considers a 'career.' Look Kurt, these jobs aren't realistic and aren't going to support you later in life when you need it. What is he going to do when he gets older?” Blaine remained expressionless, his mind racing as he listened to the argument going on between his dad and boyfriend. “Well sir if he continues being a firefighter he will obviously be in shape, so him getting older won't be a problem. You can insult me and my choices all you want, I don't care. It’s you insulting Blaine I have a problem with. Why can't you just be proud of him and what he's accomplished?” Mr. Anderson frowned, his eyebrows pulling together in anger. “Why can't you mind your business and not meddle into our family discussions?” He shot back, no one saying a word as they stared one another down from across the living room. “Why can't you just accept him for who he is and not play favorites between your sons?” Kurt yelled making Mr. Anderson rise from his seat, finger pointing toward the door. “I will not tolerate being disrespected in my home in front of my family. Leave. Get out.”

Blaine didn't say a word when they left, when they were in the car, or when they were on the road for over ten minutes. It was absolutely silent. Kurt looked over at his boyfriend who kept his eyes on the road not even acknowledging his existence. “Are you okay?” He wondered quietly crossing his arms, looking out the window. “No” Blaine's answer was clipped, his eyes still looking straight ahead, frown not leaving his face. “Did I do something wrong?” In all honestly Kurt didn't want to know the answer but he asked anyway because he couldn't shut up at the moment. “Yes” Blaine said lowly, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel trying not to get too distracted. “Are you mad at me?” Kurt asked, his eyes glancing over at him, hoping to get a look of some sort to know that Blaine is not some kind of emotionless robot. “Yes, Kurt, I'm mad you, Jesus Christ just stop with the questions, I'm trying to drive!” Blaine had cracked, his hand pounding on the steering wheel, flipping the blinker on and pulling over on the side of the road. He wasn't going to wait an hour and a half to talk about this; he needed it to be done now and in privacy.

“What did I do wrong? I was trying to defend you!” Kurt took his seat belt off, turning in his seat to face Blaine. “What did you do wrong...? Gosh I can't believe you would ask such a question. Okay let’s see. You talked back to my dad multiple times, basically called him out for not being proud of me and also mentioned that he clearly favors Cooper over me which was rude and really embarrassing. You didn't need to do that!” Blaine yelled, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes, the night’s events being too overwhelming for him. “No... I did need to do that. Blaine I care about you so much and to have that man tear you down the way he was... I couldn't handle it! That isn't fair to you!” Kurt argued, getting teary as well. “I can handle myself Kurt! I lived with that man for eighteen years; I'm used to it okay?” Kurt shook his head, biting his lip as hard as he could. “No it’s not okay. You shouldn't be used to that, that isn't normal!” Blaine let out a shaky breath, shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever, I'm just done defending myself, I've done it way too much and I'm tired, okay. I've tried. I don't need you to do my dirty work for me.” Kurt pulled his eyebrows together with a frown. “Well you could have defended me!” He yelled, a tear escaping, sliding down his cheek. “The least you could have done was defend me because if I were in your shoes I would have told him to fuck off and been on your side the whole time, fighting for you. But no, tonight I was alone, looking like the idiot, fighting for someone who wasn't fighting for me or himself” he continued, more tears making their way down his face. “Damn it Kurt, no one asked you to fucking open your mouth! I just wanted a peaceful family dinner so I can say I did my part but you had to go and fight with my dad and complicate more shit in my fucked up family. I didn't need this tonight!” Blaine shouted, Kurt falling silent, not even a sob escaping his lips. “Take me home” Kurt whispered, turning back around, clipping his seat belt in. Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but pursed his lips, turning to start the car.