Ok help, how dressed up do I need to be tonight?

Blaine smiled to himself as he looked down at his phone, reading the text from Kurt. He could picture the man standing front of his vast closet trying to coordinate the perfect outfit to wear when meeting Blaine's parents later.

Just be you, and you'll be fine.

NOT HELPING BLAINE!

Blaine chuckled to himself at Kurt's last message.

Ok, just go with a nice dress shirt and pants.

Thank you xx

See you later xx

Blaine smiled again as he slid his phone back into his bag and walked back out onto the salon floor. He had packed his clothes to change into for tonight in a garment bag which was hanging out the back and would change as soon as he was done with his last client of the day. Kurt was meeting him at the salon and they had borrowed Wes' car to get them out into the suburbs where Blaine's parents lived.

Five thirty finally rolled around a few hours later as Blaine was saying goodbye to his last client of the day. As soon as she was out the door he was in the back changing into his black dress pants, simple white collared shirt and blue v necked sweater, fixing his hair so it looked presentable.

"Blaine, Kurt's here," Sarah grinned as she poked her head around the door and into the staffroom.

"Thanks," he replied with a smile, making his way out to meet his boyfriend. his breath caught in his throat when his eyes landed on Kurt; standing there wearing dark grey dress pants, and black collared shirt rolled up to his elbows and a skinny grey tie, with his hair swooped back and up off his forehead. Blaine had to take a few seconds to compose himself before he could say anything.

"You look stunning," he whispered to Kurt as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled, trying to hide his blush, "You don't look too bad yourself," he replied, pecking Blaine's lips again.

"You ready for tonight?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. Kurt nodded as they said goodbye to the girls in the salon and made their way out to where Blaine had parked Wes' car.

"Yeah," he said as he took a deep breath, followed by a lengthy exhale, "Nervous though," now it was Blaine's turn to nod.

"I know, me too," Kurt smacked his shoulder playfully.

"You're not supposed to be nervous,"

"Of course I am. I've never brought anyone home to meet the parents before," Kurt froze, looking at Blaine.

"Never?" Blaine shook his head, "Ok, now I'm really freaking out," Blaine squeezed his hand again.

"You'll be fine, it's my parents that I'm worried about," Blaine looked up and met Kurt's eyes, "Just promise me that whatever they say tonight, you won't take it personally," Kurt nodded as he let go of Blaine's hand and walked over to the passenger side door.

"What about you?" Kurt asked once they had pulled back out onto the street, "Are you ready for tonight?" Blaine turned his head and smiled at Kurt, taking one hand off of the steering wheel and placed it on Kurt's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm ok," he nodded, turning his head back to focus on the road, "I can handle what they have to say to me. I just don't want them to hurt you,"

"I'm a big kid you know Blaine, I've been through a lot, I can handle myself," Kurt reassured him, placing his own hand over Blaine's that was still resting on his thigh.

"I know, it's just, they're my parents and I don't want them to make you feel unaccepted or unappreciated, because I appreciate you Kurt. I love you," Kurt rubbed his thumb slowly over Blaine's knuckles, smiling to himself at Blaine's last three words.

"I love you too," he replied, looking over and smiling at Blaine.

Half an hour later and they were pulling into Blaine's parents drive. Blaine shut the car off but kept his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

"Blaine," Kurt began, "Blaine sweetie, we can't just sit out here all night. Come on," Kurt placed his hands over Blaine's and moved his fingers so they were interlocked with Blaine's, slowly moving them away from the steering wheel, "We'll be fine. We'll make small talk, we'll eat and then we'll leave ok?" Blaine sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Ok," he whispered, leaning forwards and giving Kurt a quick kiss being moving to open his door. When both men were in front of the car, they took each other's hands again and Blaine led the way up to the front door. The both waited patiently after Blaine had rung the doorbell. Not long after a figure moved in front of the frosted panels of glass in the door and moved to open it.

"Blaine," Blaine's father greeted, not even stopping to look at either men before turning and making his way back into the house. Blaine sighed and moved to follow his father, his hand still gripped tightly with Kurt's.

"Father, Mother," Blaine nodded at each of his parents when they had stepped into the dining room.

"Blaine," his mother greeted, lacking as much tone as his father had. She then looked over at Kurt and Blaine couldn't figure out what her facial expression was trying to show.

"This is Kurt, Kurt this is my mother Amelia and my father Andrew," Blaine introduced; Kurt stuck his hand out politely for Andrew to shake, but pulled it back after Andrew just looked at it with disgust.

"Dinner is ready," Amelia suddenly announced, as she turned to the table behind her and sat down at one end.

"You can sit next to me," Blaine whispered quietly in Kurt's ear as the moved to one side of the table, "The other seat is reserved for Cooper. No one is allowed to sit in someone else's spot," Kurt shot Blaine a puzzled look and Blaine just shook his head, silently telling Kurt not to ask as it was just another one of his family's weird hang ups. Blaine pulled out the chair next to his for Kurt and waited for him to sit before he sat. The dishes full of food were already on the table; which consisted of baked fish with a green salad.

"So Kurt, what do you do?" Amelia asked, once everyone had been served.

"I work backstage for an off Broadway production. I am head of hair and makeup, but I mostly focus on the hair side of things," Kurt replied, Andrew scoffed under his breath at the other end of the table next to Blaine.

"Not another one," he muttered to himself. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's under the table and gripped it loosely.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, Blaine's grip on his hand tightened.

"I said, not another one," Andrew replied.

"With all due respect Mr. Anderson, Blaine and I are exceptionally good at what we do and that fact wouldn't change even if we were straight," Kurt spoke, his tone wasn't harsh but Blaine knew what he was capable of if his dad kept provoking him. Andrew scoffed again and everyone turned back silently to their meal.

"So Blaine," Andrew asked after a few moments of silence. Blaine saw the look in his father's eye and knew that this wasn't about to end well, "How long do you intend to kept this fuck buddy around for?" Andrew spoke, his tone harsh and dripping with disgust, you could almost see it pooling on the table.

"Father," Blaine warned.

"You disgust me," Andrew snapped. Blaine threw his fork down onto his plate.

"And you wonder why I hate you?" he spoke. Now Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand. He felt his heart ache at Blaine's tone, it wasn't angry or threatening, he sounded hurt and defeated; like he had tried everything to win his father's approval, but nothing he ever did was good enough, "Kurt is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you sit here and insult us both?" he spoke quietly, "I can't believe that that's how you choose to treat your son,"

"I wish you weren't my son," Andrew snapped. Kurt felt something in his own chest snapped and his head whipped up to look at Mr. Anderson.

"You have no right to speak to your son like that," Kurt seethed at Andrew, "How dare you insult him, he is the nicest man I have ever met and yet you still treat him like dirt," Kurt spat as Blaine coughed next to him.

"Don't you dare come into my house and talk to me like that," Andrew replied, his voice rising, "You have no right to tell me how to treat my son you little fag," Kurt sucked in a breath at Andrew's use of words. Blaine's coughing grew steadily stronger next to him.

"I am not a fag," Kurt spoke forcefully, "I may be gay, but I am not a fag, I-," his sentence was cut short when Blaine's hand suddenly felt like a vice on his own. His eyes snapped over to Blaine who was still coughing, trying to clear his throat. His breaths had become short and his eyes were watering, "Blaine?" Kurt's voice softened and his free hand automatically went up to rest against Blaine's jaw, "Blaine, are you ok?" Kurt's eye widened as Blaine shook his head. He quickly looked down at his plate and saw the familiar leafy green herb. It was chopped finely, mixed in with the others, but it was still there, "Oh god. Blaine, you need to relax ok, where's your epi-pen?" Kurt watched as Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, still unable to get his breathing under control, his hand moved up to clutch at his throat as his eyes flew open, "Where is your epi-pen?" Kurt repeated, trying not to convey the fear that was rushing through his body on his face.

"Bottom drawer, kitchen counter," Blaine wheezed. Kurt flew out of his seat and rushed through the archway into the kitchen, finding the bottom drawer and pulling it open with such force he pulled it off its runners. He had to move a few things around before he found it, sitting in its case at the bottom of the drawer. He to make sure it hadn't expired, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it still had a few months left, and raced back into the dining room. Blaine was still struggling for breath in his seat, while both Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were still sitting in theirs, not even looking at Blaine. Kurt moved back to Blaine and pulled him out of his chair, laying him flat on the ground before opening the case and stabbing the epi-pen into Blaine's upper thigh.

"It's ok, you're ok," Kurt soothed as he ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, his other hand acting as a support under his head, "We need to get you to the hospital Blaine," Kurt spoke quietly, his hand still moving through Blaine's hair, trying to help him calm down. After a few minutes Blaine nodded, telling Kurt he was ready to move, "Just go slowly ok," Kurt said, helping Blaine to sit up from the floor, "Ok, I'm going to put my arm around you and help you stand, you ready?" Blaine gave a single nod and Kurt gripped him tightly and got him up standing. He led Blaine out to the car and helped him sit down in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt for him and closing the door gently to allow Blaine to rest against it. Kurt went back inside the house.

"You put cilantro in your sons food when you knew that he was allergic" Kurt raised his voice, he couldn't remember a time when he had ever been so angry, "You almost killed your own son," he screamed, feeling a tear fall down his cheek, "I hope you're happy, you got what you wanted. We won't be back," Kurt wiped his eyes as he turned and made his way back out to the car, neither Anderson saying anything to him as he left. He pulled open the driver's door and sat down heavily, furiously wiping his eyes and trying not to sniff.

"Hey," Blaine whispered, his voice hoarse, as he placed a hand lightly on Kurt's shoulder, "Hey it's ok," Kurt shook his head as he looked at Blaine, his skin pale and clammy, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"It's not ok Blaine," he sniffed again as another tear rolled down his cheek, "You almost died, I almost lost you, and your mother, she put-,"

"Shhh," Blaine interrupted him, squeezing his shoulder, "I know, but I'm still here and I'm safe because of you," Kurt watched as Blaine closed his eyes, his body still shaking from his reaction. Kurt nodded and composed himself.

"Ok, I'm getting you to the hospital," Blaine hummed in response, but other than that he was silent.

Twenty minutes later Kurt pulled into the emergency room parking lot, moving around to the passenger side to help Blaine out. He gripped tightly around his waist and walked with Blaine slowly into the waiting room before gently setting him down in a seat and going up to the nurses' station to sign him in. Considering it was only eight at night, it was quiet in the waiting room and Kurt was relieved, he didn't think that Blaine could handle too many loud noises right now. As soon as Kurt had finished filling out Blaine's form to his best ability, they were called back, apparently coming in after having an allergic reaction and using an epi-pen was a good enough reason to get you bumped up to fist in the cue. Kurt just hoped that this didn't become a usual experience.

Kurt and another male nurse helped to get Blaine up onto the hospital bed and Kurt sat down in the seat beside the bed and took a hold of Blaine's hand again. Blaine was still shaking and Kurt started to panic.

"Mr. Anderson," a doctor greeted as he pushed the curtain aside, "And you are?" the doctor asked Kurt with a smile.

"Kurt, his boyfriend,"

"Ah, so you're the one that saved Mr. Anderson's life," Kurt smiled shyly and shrugged, "There's no need to feel awkward about it Kurt, what you did took great courage, not many people have the guts to stab their loved one in the leg," the doctor smiled, looking over Blaine's chart.

"I didn't even think about it," Kurt spoke quietly, looking over at Blaine who was watching him silently, a small but tried smile on his face. He winked once at Kurt, making him blush.

"Well, you should be proud of yourself. Now did you bring the epi-pen with you?" Kurt nodded and fished the epi-pen, now back in its case, out of his pocket and handed it to the doctor, the doctor nodded as he read the label.

"He hasn't stopped shaking since I gave it to him," Kurt said, sounding worried.

"That's nothing to panic about Kurt," the doctor reassured him, "Blaine hasn't had a reaction since he was six so this is just his body's way of dealing with the shock. His organs are working hard to process the medication and to help it fight against the foreign objects, in this case, cilantro," Kurt nodded as he felt Blaine squeeze his hand, his silent way of letting him know that he would be fine.

"So when can I take him home?" Kurt asked, bringing his other hand up to rest on top of his and Blaine's entwined hands.

"As soon as I've signed off on him. I've just got to check his vitals and make sure he isn't still having an allergic reaction, and then he's free to go. Now if I could get you to help me sit him up Kurt, and I'll take a listen of his chest," Kurt nodded and stood, moving his hands to rest against Blaine's back as he sat up and the doctor listened to his breathing. It was another fifteen minutes before the doctor decided that Blaine was fine, he just needed to get home and rest. Kurt thanked him as he left and held out both of his hands for Blaine to take to help him stand up.

"Come on you, I'm taking you home," Kurt smiled as he pressed a quick kiss to Blaine's lips.

"Wes?" Kurt called out as he opened Blaine's front door, his arm still wrapped protectively around Blaine's shoulders. He paused and listened for a reply, but nothing came, "Was he at Jen's place tonight?" Kurt asked as he closed the door behind him and led Blaine down to his bedroom.

"Yeah," Blaine spoke softly, "Tonight is their monthly date night,"

"We should have one of those," Kurt smiled as he sat Blaine down on the edge of his bed.

"We should," Blaine smiled back.

"Ok, now I'm going to leave you to get changed, I'm just going to call Rachel," Blaine nodded as Kurt left the room. He smiled to himself at how adorable Kurt was. He was beginning to be able to tell that Kurt was getting more comfortable with the idea of the two of them having sex, but Blaine knew that deep down there was still something holding Kurt back. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but right now he was too tired to do anything except to change into his pyjamas. He fished his sweatpants and an old fencing t shirt from high school out of his top drawer and put them on once he'd changed out of his dinner clothes.

"Blaine?" Kurt called out quietly as he knocked gently on Blaine's door. Blaine was just hanging his sweater back up in his closet when Kurt pushed open the door, "Hey I called Rachel and told her that I wouldn't be coming home tonight. Do you have anything I could sleep in?" Blaine smiled at how nervous Kurt seemed, and he nodded.

"Yeah, here," he replied as he pulled out another pair of sweatpants and an old shirt with the name of his boarding house from high school printed across the front.

"Thank you," Kurt said softly as he took the clothes from Blaine and moved into the bathroom to change. When Kurt returned back into Blaine's bedroom, Blaine was already tucked up under his covers, his eyelids heavy as he struggled to stay awake, "You can go to sleep now Blaine," Kurt whispered as he climbed into Blaine's bed and moved so Blaine could rest his head on his chest, his arms automatically coming up to wrap around Kurt's waist.

"I was waiting for you," Blaine said softly into the shirt Kurt was wearing, "I wanted to say thank you," Blaine spoke as he placed a kiss onto Kurt's chest.

"You don't have to thank me Blaine, I just did what I knew I had to," Blaine shook his head.

"No, thank you for standing up to my father," he breathed as he placed another kiss to Kurt's chest.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, that one word conveying everything he needed to say to Blaine.

"I know," Blaine yawned, "I know that I don't deserve to have him tell me those things, that I'm better than that, but it still felt good to have someone else say that to him," Kurt tightened his grip around Blaine's shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered into Blaine's hair.

"I love you too," Blaine replied before they both finally feel asleep where they belonged; wrapped up in each others arms.