"Never knew what we have. They don't understand, what is just a waste of time. We know this is real and I know how you feel. When you put your hand in mine…"

Just In Love : Joe Jonas

It's been about a week since that day in the coffee shop where I told Blaine that I'd love to be his boyfriend. And since then everything's been great, but tonight I couldn't be any more nervous than I was that day in the coffee shop. I dreaded this day.

"Blaine…" my voice was weak and filled with nervousness. I watched as Blaine turned into the restaurant's parking lot.

"Yeah?" I could tell he was focused in his own mind set.

"I don't…" I tried to swallow away my nerves but it didn't work. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why not?" Blaine's voice filled with concern. He pulled the car into a parking spot and turned it off, leaving the keys in the ignition. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to find that he turned his body to completely face me.

"Just…" I sighed then turned to look at him. "They're your parents Blaine." I paused. "And I am your boyfriend. Which means they have to like me or this," I motioned my hand in between us. "won't work. There will problems and complications. So I have to impress them and I don't think that will be possible. I mean, I'm just me. Nothing special." I began to feel my insecurities rise up to the back of my throat. But pushed them back in. "I won't be able to impress anyone not even a fly would be impressed by me. Actually I just completely talked myself out of going. So, I you don't mind, could you bring me back home. You can tell your parents I got sick last minute. Lying's not good but..." I can't do this.

I reached over to the key in the ignition with the thought of turning the car back on, but Blaine grabbed onto my wrist stopping me. My eyes stayed locked on his hand as it slid down to intertwine our fingers. He then pulled our interlocked hands to his lap. His other hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb ran a crossed my cheek bone. I leaned into his touch; instantly calming me down. I then locked my eyes with his. His eyes were with comfort as his thumb continued to rub my cheek bone carelessly.

My voice was quite as I spoke, "I could walk home if you rather not drive me?" Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "I mean it's not the far." Blaine's eyes widened at this comment.

"Kurt, it's about an hour drive. Do you know how long it would be to walk? And you are wearing new shoes." I blushed. "Hey, don't act like I didn't notice. I know new shoes when I see them."

"I can call a cab?" my voice squeaked. It was more of a question then anything else. Blaine starred at me in deep thought. I watched starring at his face drinking in every feature. The way his curls laid perfectly in place on his head. His eyebrows were shaped like cute triangles. Adorable. His eyes, his gorgeous eyes, god, please don't me started on those. They make me lose any kind of thought when I look into them. Absolutely gorgeous. My eyes then moved to his lips but before I could examine them Blaine's hand unlocked from mine to be replaced on the other side of my face. My attention was averted completely to him. His hands on either side of my face.

"Kurt, you're amazing. You everything I could have asked for. My parents are going to love you. They want to meet you so bad and that is why we are here right now. So they can see how amazing you are and to see what you mean to me." I stared at him.

"But what if they don't like me?" I didn't mean for that to slip out. It was supposed to stay inside my head.

"If they don't like you, which they will, it won't matter to me. Because I like you just the way you are. It doesn't matter what they say or what anyone else says. I'll be with you for as long as fate wants us together. For as long as you want me. I know we just got together, but what I am saying is the truth." Blaine paused, looking at me, watching me cautiously. Probably making sure he didn't cross any boundaries. "You have to believe me when I say my parents will love you because if I know my parents like I think I do, they'll be asking for our wedding date like next week." I giggled a little and looking down.

Our wedding date. Our wedding. What a thought there. To marry Blaine. To walk down that isle with Blaine's arm in mine. Surrounded by all our family and friends. So … amazing … perfect … just plain magical.

Whoa, Kurt slow down. You've only been going out with this guy for a week! You haven't even kissed him yet! Okay, technically I have, but I'd like to erase that from my memory and start fresh because that one didn't count. Besides, I can tell Blaine doesn't want to kiss me again. He doesn't want to make the first move. I can tell he's afraid that I'll run again. It won't happen this time but I understand. I guess. One problem, I know I won't be able to kiss him first because I'm too afraid. Anyway, no wedding in my near future and besides I'm only a senior in high school.

"So..." I looked at Blaine, his eyes watching me in concern and that's when I finally realized he means everything he just said. "Are you okay with meeting my parents now?" he asked cautiously. I smiled.

"Of course." Blaine sighed in relief. I think he actually thought that I was going to say no.

"Okay," he said putting his hands up in a stopping motion. I shivered at the loss in touch. "Stop right there. Don't move. Don't touch that door. I have to do this right." I nodded confused by his by his words but obedient. Blaine opened his door got out, closed it then ran over to my side of the car. My eyes widen in surprise as he opened my door and offered a hand.

"Monsieur," Blaine said in a terrible French accent. I grabbed his hand and stepped out giggling.

"Your French is terrible, Blaine." I laughed again. Blaine closed the door and placed a hand over his heart pretending to be offended.

"Like your any better," he tested. I smirked. You're playing with the wrong guy, Blaine.

"I'm fluent, actually." I stated. Blaine's eyes widened.

"Oh, really?" Blaine tested more.

"Oui, je suis. Etes-vous jaloux?" (AN: I used google translate to do this. So if it's wrong, I sorry! It's supposed to say "Yes, I am. Are you jealous?") I spoke in a crisp perfect French accent. Blaine starred in chock.

"Well I entered the wrong playing field, didn't I?" Blaine said grabbing my hand intertwining our fingers. I laughed.

"Yes, you did, Mr. Anderson." I smiled looking down at our hands. He must have noticed because he then brought our hands to his mouth, and then placed a gentle meaningful kiss on the back of my hand. My heart fluttered as I watched his showing affection.

I don't know how I found someone like him. How did I get so lucky?

Blaine placed another kiss on my knuckles. He looked up at me and smiled. His smiled began to make my knees go weak.

"Blaine, honey!" I heard a women's voice from across the lot. "Come on! Our reservation is at 6!"

"That's my mom," Blaine said rolling his eyes. "She likes to be on time to everything!" Blaine kissed the back of my hand again and began walking toward to mom. I didn't know I wasn't walking till I felt a slight tug at our intertwined hands. Blaine stopped and looked back at me and I quickly fell in step with him.

When we reached Mrs. Anderson my nerves were running high and I stood practically behind Blaine. Here it is. It's time.

"Mom," a small smile appeared on Blaine's face. Mrs. Anderson looked down at our intertwined hands and smiled.

"Blaine, I missed you." She gave him a hug.

"I saw you this morning mom," Blaine laughed giving her a sloppy one arm hug with the arm that wasn't attached to mine. When they separated, Blaine's mom turned to me.

"And you," Blaine's mom's voice was hard to determine the tone. "You must be Kurt. I nodded. She smiled. I detached my hand from Blaine's and held it out to shake her hand, but she declined it by pulling me into a huge embrace. "I've heard so much about you. Blaine never stops talking about you." She pulled away a little to look me straight in the face. "No seriously, it's always, Kurt this, Kurt that. It's not annoying though. It's really cute. I feel like I know you more then I should right now. Considering we just met. I laughed and she let go of me smiling happily.

"Mom-" Blaine started but was interrupted by someone else.

"Victoria, you aren't scaring our future son-in-law away, are you?" a rough voice stated. A large buff man came up behind Blaine mom, wrapping an arm around her waist. Mr. Anderson I believe. Blaine wasn't kidding about wedding dates. "You must be Kurt." He said averting his attention to me. He held out his hand and I grabbed it firmly. "I'm Jeffery, Blaine's father. We've heard so much about you. Maybe a little too much." He gave a wink. Blaine gave a slight groan. I guess he does talk about me a lot.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. It's a pleasure." Blaine's hand found mine again. The touch made most of my nerves subside.

"Oh sweetheart, call us Victoria and Jeffery. You're family now." Family…

Victoria looked at her watch, "Oh goodness! We're late. Let's get inside. We have all night to get to know you and torture Blaine with embarrassment." She smiled and turned walking inside.

Blaine let go of my hand, his arm finding its way around my waist then pulling me close. He brought his lips to my ear, he whispered, "See, they love you." He then placed a light kiss to the side of my head right above my ear.

Later we sat at a secluded, from the rest of the restaurant, table. Well actually all the tables were secluded from the others. I was amazed to find the whole menu was almost all in Italian at this five star restaurant. Come to find out Blaine's fluent in Italian. He had a whole conversation with the waitress. His mother was also fluent as well. She was laughing throughout Blaine and the waitress's convo. She filled me in that the waitress was hitting on him, but he was kindly declining saying he was, "Already with someone special who means the world to him." His exact words. I kind of understood but was very unaware what I was doing when he grabbed my hand above the table and smiled at me. I held his hand and smiled. Anyway, let's just say that she never came back and we got a new waitress.

I twirled my fettuccine around m fork and placing it in my mouth.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have a home cooked meal at our house," Mrs. Anderson said sipping her wine. "The renovations for the kitchen were supposed to be done last week, but something happened and they didn't finish yet."

"That's alright Mrs- Victoria. I completely understand." I smiled at her.

"Blaine! Don't play with your food," Mrs. Anderson said. I turned to look at him. He was in mid build of a mountain with his mashed potatoes. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him out. "I hope it done, before our annual spring party. You are coming aren't you?"

I stared at her blankly. Never anything of this before.

"Oh, Kurt, please come!" Blaine begged beside me. "Please, oh, please!" He had complete puppy dog eyes now. How could I ever say no? "Family parties are so boring! No offence mom and dad. Kurt, I need to you to entertain me!" he paused. Probably thinking about how wrong that just sounded. Or I am the only one who caught that? "Please!"

"Yes, Kurt, please do. We'd love to have you." Mr. Anderson spoke up. I looked between Mr. & Mrs. Anderson examining their facial expressions before turning to Blaine. He looked to innocent so cute, and that's what sold the deal.

"Yes, of course. I'd love to." Blaine squealed and hugged me placing a kiss on my cheek.