Blaine and Kurt were hanging out at this new café they had found as all the servers and baristas knew them by name, their anniversary and almost everything secret about them. It was almost as if they were waiting with diaries, overhearing whatever they said and noting it down for cross-referencing with the various tidbits. As Kurt sipped on a chai latte and Blaine sipped on a chococcino, as he really wanted a chocolate hit that day, they started talking about their plans for the next day.

            Kurt said, “So Sam’s gone back as the three-day weekend was definitely enough for him to spend with his family. Dad and Carole have officially invited you over for the Easter celebration to our place. It’s the one day when Dad has banned me from …well, you’ll see tomorrow. Will you please, please come? I don’t want to be alone when Finn is on a sugar high, especially one approved by parents.”

            Blaine didn’t understand exactly why Kurt was so excited. He didn’t outwardly show it but there were signs. His cursing Finn was more affectionate as compared to irritation. He had this look on his face that showed he really would do anything to make Blaine come to his place. Blaine thought of taking advantage of that but as he ran through the usual make-out places in his head, none of them would be free now. So he tried to control the problem downstairs as he gave what he thought was a mysterious smile.

            Kurt smirked as he said, “What’s going through your brain, Blaine? Cuz I feel a little dirrrrrrrty right now. Are you trying to tell me something?”

            Blaine just groaned as he said, “Alright, alright, I’ll come. But we better get some privacy because I am gonna get payback for the comment you just made.”

            Kurt then straightened his face as he asked Blaine, “Don’t you have to ask your parents before you say yes? I mean, they are still your parents. And isn’t your brother coming home?”

            Blaine just sighed as he said, “No, apparently he’s still busy with something or the other. He said he’ll turn up once when his work is done.” Kurt dropped the topic knowing that Blaine’s elder brother was a sore topic for his boyfriend.

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            Blaine knew that he didn’t have to ask them for permission. After all, Easter was just another day in their very busy lives. Dad would still be looking through old case files while Mother would look for new antiques to renew. If only she knew that sometimes he felt as fragile as that vase she had repaired about a year back. As a matter of formality, he looked into the room which acted as the office for both his parents and asked, “Hey, can I go over to a friend’s place for brunch tomorrow?”

            His mom just waved a hand above her head, signifying a flustered yes, and he closed the door immediately, not wanting to get sucked in again. Their silence in the house had emotionally damaged Blaine so much that he acted in a different way at school than he actually was. It was only after Kurt came into his life that he learned how to drop the “Warbler is perfect” persona and be himself.

            He went to his bedroom and lay down on his bed as he went through his usual routine of soothing himself; by scrolling through the pictures of him and Kurt together. The love which literally popped out of the mobile made him realize time and again, that even if his parents didn’t love him for who he was, there was at least one person in this world who loved him for exactly who he was. And that was his boyfriend, his soul-mate, his lover, his Kurt.

            So he opened up a new message and typed in: Even though I said it before, officially confirming that I will be at your place at eleven sharp. So you can make yourself all stylish when you know I love you either way; scruffy and gorgeous or prepped up and sexy. Goodnight, my love.

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            The next morning, Blaine got up at seven. He wanted to look as perfect as possible because he knew that with Kurt’s persuasive skills, he might be forced to stay for longer than he had promised. Not that he had any problem spending time with Kurt, but he had to keep up his “I am perfect” persona in front of Burt, who would definitely not approve the fact that he had made out, if not gone all the way with his only son, who was apparently quite innocent before he met Blaine.

            Blaine still remembered the fuck-hot makeout session he and Kurt had had when he tried insinuating that Kurt’s father thought he was an innocent child. He then forced those thoughts away as he wore a V-necked navy blue shirt and faded blue jeans. He knew that Kurt would understand that he wanted comfort over style that day.

            He got into his car. He knew that his parents would want him to use a car which was ostentatious, but he bought this one as he knew that it would suit his purposes and let him merge into the surroundings rather than have people ogle his car and subsequently, him. As he drove, the songs that played in the car soothed him. Even though he loved Broadway and Top-40 songs, there was something about Yanni that calmed his nervousness; a trait very obvious when he faced his boyfriend’s very intimidating father.

            Even though Blaine knew that Burt was a very good man and a beautiful father, he couldn’t help but fear every time he saw him that Burt would tell him to run far, far away and never see Kurt again. And Kurt would obviously listen to his dad. Why wouldn’t he? His dad never steered him wrong and Blaine knew that Kurt knew, that Blaine had too much baggage to handle. The only reason that Kurt was still with Blaine was because he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He then tried to set himself straight. He spoke loudly, “Kurt loves you. He loves you for who you are. If you belittle yourself, he won’t like it. So man up and be the guy Kurt fell in love with.”

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            With all the inner thoughts running in his head, he drove on auto-pilot, only realizing he had arrived when his hand clicked the keys to turn the motor off and parked the car in the one place left for his car. He removed the basket which held all the chocolates Kurt liked. Kurt didn’t like to eat them as he thought they held too many calories which went directly to his hips. Blaine disagreed, but he never forced Kurt to eat them. However, he knew that Kurt would definitely, or hopefully, make an exception for today.

            Blaine knocked and waited as Finn opened the door. He was shocked to see that Finn was in his pyjamas. He kept looking at the monstrosity that was Finn in baby blue pyjamas with trucks on them. Finn looked down at his attire and said, “Trucks are cool, man!” Blaine told him, “I was wondering more about the fact that you’re wearing pyjamas at…” he checked his watch, “…one in the afternoon.”

            Finn just snickered as he said, “Hopefully you are prepared for the sight that will await you inside.”

            Blaine was obviously confused. Maybe Burt had banned Kurt from decorating the house to pieces. Maybe he had allowed Kurt to do so. The house could be looking like a crazy dumpster due to the amount of decorations discarded. Or worse, Burt would have unearthed a gun from all the mess and was ready to shoot him with it. He brought up all the courage that was inside him and walked in. But the sight which awaited him was so shocking that he almost fainted.