Blaine twiddled his thumbs as Kurt unlocked the door. If he wasn't shitting himself with nerves that were burning a hole in his pocket. When Kurt had unlocked the door, Blaine felt his boyfriend's hand slip in to his own. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath as Kurt opened the door and pulled him in to the house that instantly screamed welcome. Admittedly, it was a bit intimidating, but he swallowed his fear, nonetheless, and tried not to shake as he heard voices echoing down the hallway.

As they neared a doorway, the voices becoming louder, Kurt stopped, halting Blaine as well, and he turned to face him, placing a hand on either of his shoulders. He looked him straight in the eye, smiling slightly as he said "You don't need to be scared. You're still Blaine Anderson. You're still the same Blaine Anderson that my dad knows, the same one that he spoke with about my knowledge of sex in his shop – thanks for that, by the way, he gave me pamphlets and The Talk – and you're the same Blaine that helped his son, and you're the one that he's going to love, because you're the one that's taking care of his only kid. Trust me, he's not going to like you any less, more so if anything." He put his right hand on Blaine's cheek, and leant forward, pressing his lips to Blaine's lightly. "Just relax.", he breathed against Blaine's lips. He rubbed his thumb lightly over Blaine's cheekbone, and then caught his hand in his own again, "Come on."

"Hey, Dad." Kurt said as they walked through in to the lounge to find Burt in his armchair with a newspaper in front of him, his voice lacking the confidence it had held earlier when the two of them had been in the hallway. He squeezed Blaine's hand lightly as Burt turned away from his newspaper to look at the two of them.

"Hey, boys. How was school?" The two murmured out replies about it being okay, the Warblers for next year's competition already. "Hey, they game's on after dinner, d'you guys wanna' watch it?"

Kurt and Blaine looked to one another, seeking the other's eyes for a brief moment, before they turned back to Burt and nodded, Kurt saying that they were going to go upstairs for a bit.

"Keep the door open." Burt told them as he looked back to his newspaper.

Kurt looked at Blaine with a confused look on his face. Burt had never told them to keep the door open before. An almost coy smile settled on Kurt's lips as he looked at the back of his dad's head and said "Okay, Dad." The two then made their way up the stairs and towards Kurt's room, hearing the pew pew of Finn's video game that was being emitted from his bedroom.

Sitting on Kurt's bed, Kurt and Blaine laughed as they spoke about their Warbler practise earlier that day. When Wes had been speaking with Thad and David, Nick and Jeff sneakily pulled his gavel from the table, and got to work in crouching behind Wes' chair, poking him in the small of his back when he spoke seriously, and causing him to jump high out of his chair, letting out a sharp squeal. Kurt and Blaine had bit back their laughs as Nick and Jeff tittered away whilst making their way stealthily back to their seats beside Flint and Brock. "But, seriously, I have never heard Wes go that high, and I've listened to him attempt all sorts of notes." Blaine said, placing a hand on Kurt's thigh, caressing it lightly as he spoke, staring in to his boyfriend's eyes the entire time, a glint in his eyes as he did so.

Kurt's lips pulled at the corners in to a happy grin. Placing a hand over Blaine's that was on his thigh, he leaned forward to kiss the dark haired boy, smiling as Blaine's lips moulded perfectly with his own. At first, the kiss was sweet, sensual, gentle, but then it became more as Kurt slid his tongue against Blaine's lower lip, hearing Blaine hum lightly before his lips parted and Kurt's tongue was able to enter Blaine's mouth, instantly seeking out the other boy's tongue. As their tongues danced together, Blaine had moved his hand to Kurt's hip, stroking small circles over the small patch of skin that was exposed where his shirt had come untucked from his pants. Soon, they were laying down, Blaine's body on top of Kurt's, small moans being emitted by the two boys as hands stressed hair and erections stressed pants.

Neither boy remembered that they had obeyed Burt's requests and left the door open slightly. Neither boy heard the approaching footsteps that echoed down the long hallway. Neither boy realised that Burt stood in the doorway and could see both of them. Neither boy noticed that behind the shocked outlook, Burt was smiling slightly once he had cleared his throat.

"Boys, sorry to interrupt, but d'you mind coming downstairs with me? I just wanna' have a little talk with both o' you." Burt walked out of the room, knowing that the two would not hesitate to follow him. When he got down the stairs and was in the lounge, he asked Blaine if he could step in to the kitchen and help Carole set the table while he spoke with Kurt. Blaine nodded and made his way in to the kitchen, finding Burt's wife smiling happily as she pulled him in for a hug.

Kurt felt his stomach jerk about as he tried to stay calm. It was more the fact that he was waiting for his father to yell at him about doing what he'd implied shouldn't have been done when he told them to keep the door open.

"Kiddo', I am so happy for ya'." Burt told his son, pulling him in to a hug, saying "Like I said, I'm happy for you, but we need rules, but we'll sort those later. And, you know, I think Blaine's a keeper. I mean, I saw the way he looked at you."

Nodding in agreement, Kurt said "Yeah, me too.", smiling at his dad.

"I told you you'd find someone." He chuckled gently, "Anyway, I just... IU want you to know that if anything happens between the two of you you can come and talk to me, okay? And I want to know that he's treating you right, but I also want you to treat him right, okay?" He smiled at his son, seeing the happiness on his face – in his smile particularly. "Okay, bud, can you go and get Blaine now? I wanna' talk to him alone before I talk to the both o' ya' together." Kurt nodded, and was soon replacing Blaine in helping his step-mother in the kitchen.

As soon as Blaine was in front of Burt, he looked up at him and said "Mister Hummel, I'm so sorry that we did that in your house. We didn't plan to; we were just talking and then it sort of ha-"

"Blaine, son, calm down. I'm not gonna' moan at you guys for makin' out. I mean, yeah, I don't wanna' see Kurt doin' that sort o' stuff 'cause I still see him as my little boy, but I know that you boys are both growing up, and you're gonna' have... urges," Burt cleared his throat awkwardly, "and I want you to know that I'm not angry at you. I'm cool with you guys doin' that sort of stuff, I just, you know, I'd prefer it if you didn't do it while we're all here, you know." Blaine nodded shortly, "But I just want to tell you that I'm happy he chose you. You're a nice boy, and I think you and Kurt are gonna' be happy together for a long time. So, well, welcome to the family, Blaine." Burt opened his arms out, offering a hug to Blaine, and Blaine accepted it with little hesitation. When they separated, Burt concluded with "I want you guys to treat each other right, with respect and... I want you to make each other as happy as possible, but also yourself happy, okay?"

"Thanks, Mister Hummel." Blaine smiled his thanks.

"Blaine, how many times do I have to tell you; please, call me Burt."

"Thank you, Burt."

Burt then spoke to the two boys shortly after, basically explaining that he didn't want them to'... rush in to stuff', or push each other. He also said that once a week he would make sure the two could have the house to themselves, even if it was just for a few hours, and that he was trusting them to be responsible, mature adults, and not to take advantage of the freedom Burt was going to be giving them.

That evening, Blaine sat down to dinner with the Hummel-Hudson family, feeling at home. He felt like he'd been welcomed and made part of the family, and he was completely happy with that.