They didn't talk about Kurt's bullying situation – he wasn't that ready to tell what had happened to him. He was still trying to deal with those emotions, but the boys provided a good distraction from them.

"Do you want to do something this weekend?" Blaine asked Kurt as they made their way to the car park Friday afternoon. "There is a new movie coming out if you wanted to go."

Kurt looked at Blaine's hopeful face and couldn't help but smile. The boy was adorable and so gorgeous.

"I'd love too," Kurt smiled and Blaine face lit up.

"Great. I'll text you the details and I can pick you up," Blaine grinned, bouncing on his toes in excitement.

"I have dinner at my grandparents tonight but I'll message you back when I get the chance," Kurt assured Blaine who nodded in understanding.

"Do you have dinner with them often?" Blaine asked and Kurt shook his head.

"I haven't seen them in years," Kurt admitted quietly. He didn't know what it was about Blaine that made him open up so much. He was used to concealing his emotions and keeping things to himself. "Not since I was a kid. They didn't approve of mum marrying my dad."

"Oh," Blaine breathed, unsure of how to respond.

"It should make for an interesting evening," Kurt managed a small smirk and Blaine chuckled.

"Good luck," Blaine grinned, patting Kurt's shoulder and was relieved to see that they boy didn't flinch at his touch like he did with some of the other – bigger- boys.

"Thanks. I'll tell you how it goes," Kurt smiled and Blaine grinned. They waved goodbye and headed to their respective car, slipping in and slowly made their way out of the parking lot and headed home.

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Kurt stared up at his grandparents house in awe. The place was huge and he couldn't imagine his mother growing up in a house like this. It was just as breath taking as Dalton was and Kurt felt as if any moment a butler would step out and usher them inside.

Mildred stood beside Kurt looking sour and Elizabeth shot her sister a glare.

"Behave yourself," she murmured and Kurt sniggered as Mildred stuck her tongue out childishly.

The front door opened and Mildred straightened up and Kurt took in the man in front of him. He could see the resemblance between his mother and aunt.

"Hi dad," Elizabeth smiled and he opened the door wider, letting them in. Kurt gazed around the house with awe – it was huge.

"Let me get a look at my grandson," Grant boomed and Kurt turned and shifted under his grandfathers gaze. Grant nodded with approval and held out his hand which Kurt shook.

"Come, dinner is nearly ready," Grant said and led them to the dining room. Kurt eyes lit up at the stylish setting and took a seat next to Elizabeth, Mildred sitting opposite them.

"Hello Kurt," Claire greeted and Kurt smiled at her. She had the same long dark hair that had been dyed with caramel streaks.

"Hello," Kurt greeted and she took a seat at the end table, Grant taking the other end.

"Dinner will only be a moment," Claire assured them and they nodded.

"Kurt, tell us about Dalton," Grant said and Mildred rolled her eyes.

"Way to be subtle dad," She grumbled and Kurt shot a confused look to his mother who squeezed his thigh under the table. Grant ignored her, looking directly at Kurt.

"Dalton is amazing," Kurt told him. "It's a beautiful school and the classes are challenging."

Grant nodded his head with approval, smiling. A timer buzzed loudly from the kitchen and Claire quickly disappeared to go tend to it.

"Excellent. Money worth spending," Grant nodded and Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably. Mildred opened her mouth the retort but Claire came in and placed a meal down in front of her. When they were all plated, they dug into the meal and Kurt was pleased that their taste not only was in decorating but food too.

"Have you made any friends?" Claire asked during the meal.

"Yes. The boys are all really nice," Kurt nodded.

"Blaine is nice too," Mildred teased and Kurt flushed, glaring at her. Elizabeth giggled and Kurt shot her a traitorous look. She smiled apologetically and cleared her throat.

"They're going to the movies tomorrow," Elizabeth told Claire.

"Is this a date?" Mildred gasped and Kurt flushed red again. Grant looked at him sharply but Kurt missed the look.

"We're just friends," Kurt hissed.

"For now," Elizabeth teased and Kurt rolled his eyes at them as they giggled.

"You're gay?" Grant asked and the laughter stopped. Kurt looked at his mother who smiled at him reassuringly before glaring at her father. Mildred had a sour expression on her face and Claire sighed inwardly. She had hoped that tonight's dinner would be nice.

"Y-yes," Kurt stammered.

"We did not agree to spend all this money so he could go to an all boys school so he could get a boyfriend," Grant snapped and Kurt sunk down in his seat.

"Come off it dad," Mildred snapped. "He's was being bullied! Kurt doesn't need to go to an all boys school to get a boyfriend. I didn't need to go to an all girls school to get a girlfriend."

Elizabeth was squeezing Kurt's thigh painfully hard but he made no move to get her to release her iron grip.

"I thought you had gotten past this," Elizabeth shook her head.

"We accept Mildred's choice," Claire said lightly. "We don't understand it but we are accepting. We don't necessarily approve but we still love you."

"This is the reason why we don't visit," Mildred snapped angrily. "Because you are so concerned with status. I bet you couldn't wait to tell the boys at the club that your grandson was now attending Dalton."

"That's enough Mildred," Grant snapped and Mildred huffed, slouching back in her chair.

"If this is how every Friday night dinner will go then I will give you your money back and we will find another way to pay for Dalton," Elizabeth said firmly, eyes flashing with anger. "I won't make Kurt feel uncomfortable and unwanted by his grandparents. You've missed enough as it, do you really want to miss anymore?"

"Of course we don't want to," Claire soothed. "You should have told us before you came over so it wasn't that much of a shock."

Elizabeth sighed angrily and Kurt waited for the floor to open and swallow him up. Dinner tasted bitter in his throat now and he knew it would for some time.

"As long as you focus on your school work and not looking for a boyfriend," Grant said and Kurt nodded meekly.

"Dad," Elizabeth growled in warning. The rest of dinner was quite and they didn't stay for dessert. The ride home was tense and Mildred kept sighing angrily.

"Why did he have to bring it up?" she finally snapped.

"You shouldn't get so fired up," Elizabeth scolded her.

"I can't help it," Mildred whined. "I can just feel the disappointment coming out of him in waves. You know we are not the daughters they were hoping for. Dad wanted us to take over his business one day."

Kurt listened silently and Elizabeth glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.

"I am so sorry Kurt," Elizabeth apologized. "They had no right to treat you like that."

"Will dinner always be like this?" Kurt asked quietly and Mildred turned in her seat to look at him.

"Course not. I'll be on my best behaviour next time," Mildred grinned wickedly and Kurt laughed along with Elizabeth.

"Don't worry sweetie," Elizabeth soothed him. "Next week should be better. We just haven't spoken to them in a long time."

"We're sort of disappointments," Mildred added and Elizabeth nodded sadly.

"You're not a disappointment to me," Kurt offered and the two sister beamed brightly.

"We love you too KK," Elizabeth smiled and Kurt rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname but secretly he loved it when his mother called him that.

"Now, about this date," Mildred beamed and Kurt blushed.

"It's not a date!"

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How did dinner go?-B

Kurt propped himself against the pillows and typed out a reply.

Interesting and slightly humiliating doesn't begin to cover the disaster we called dinner- K

Wow. That bad?- B

That bad. I'll tell you about it tomorrow if we are still on-K

Of course we are :D. Text me your address and I'll come pick you up at 10:30-B

Kurt smiled at he told Blaine his address and snuggled into his covers, grinning like an idiot when Blaine messaged him back. They talked for a little while longer before calling it a night. Mildred had got Kurt thinking if this was a date but he was too nervous to ask. Maybe tomorrow he would draw up enough courage to ask.