Mr. Hummel was also extremely compassionate. He donated a lot of his money to charities he cared about. He was a spokesperson for the LGBT community, regularly speaking at events. He also was a big factor in Ohio legalizing gay marriage almost six years ago. Kurt's father was a congressman when he was in high school and college, making great progress. It is when his father passed away from his second heart attack when Kurt decided to take matters into his own hands. Of course, gay marriage equality had come a long way since then. Only a few states have not yet been legalized, but one was at the final stages. This had always been a huge issue for Elizabeth, having been raised by two gay dads. She was a very sensitive person, much like Mr. Hummel, and also very moral.

There were a lot of physical traits that she shared with her father, the most obvious being their eyes. Not only were they the most beautiful shade of blue-green, or whatever color they were, but they were so expressive. Andrew always joked that she would never be able to keep a secret from him because her eyes spoke for themselves. Their noses were similar, but hers was skinnier. They also both had a habit of running their hand across their neck collars when they were nervous.

As much as he respected Kurt Hummel, there were articles that were several years old, going back to when Lizzy was a young girl, slamming Blaine for "kidnapping" his daughter. Kurt made several statements, thanking the media for their support during his custody battle. He said some pretty awful things about Blaine, who Andrew considered a second father. Some things that were said made his blood boil because he knew that these accusations couldn't be true. He was always one to be neutral about situations that were none of his business. The custody battle happened when Elizabeth was still in grade school. He saw several pictures of a much younger Mr. Anderson exiting the courthouse with his daughter, hiding her face from the paparazzi as much as he could. Seeing those pictures of his soon-to-be wife crying made him feel like it was his business.

He already knew Elizabeth's side of the story, although he knew how much it bothered her to speak about her past. She chose to live with her dad and never regretted it. She was never manipulated, like the papers made it sound like. She said that her papa was always busy, but she understood why. It was really hard for her dad to keep a job because of the teacher cuts, so Kurt brought in the majority of the income. Kurt always argued with Blaine about keeping a job, and Blaine always chastised Kurt for not spending enough time with his family. It escalated and escalated until one day they decided that it was best to go their separate ways. Everything was civil for a long time, until her dad was offered a job in Philadelphia.

Andrew knew he had to keep an open mind when he was going to meet Mr. Hummel. After all, he had to make a good impression on his future father-in-law. Ever since Elizabeth grew closer to her papa, it made him a lot more comfortable. He spoke to him on the phone a few times, and according to his fianc�e, he was leaving a good impression. One time, he spoke on the phone with her father for an entire hour, mostly laughing from all of the crazy stories he would tell him about life on Broadway. Although he wasn't a huge fan of theater, he was certain that Mr. Hummel could easily turn him into a Broadway junkie. One day, Elizabeth caught him browsing Broadway.com, and he closed the computer so fast, as if he was hiding porn. She got a good laugh out of that, but he will refuse what happened until the day he dies that he ever went near that website. It was Susan Blackwell's fault.

He was sitting on the sofa, blindly going through channels on the television, petting their cat, and peaking at the clock every few minutes. Elizabeth was in the kitchen, working her magic, singing like the angel she was. They just arrived home about ten minutes ago and they were already feeling antsy. Blaine and Mr. Hummel would be knocking at their door any minute now and he honestly didn't know if he was ready. Luckily, Elizabeth walked into the room before he had time to panic.

"Turn around, Honey," she instructed, as her hands reached his shoulders, "Why are you thinking so loud?"

"You know why," he said, letting out a sigh and relaxing to her touch.

"I know why," she replied, directing her hands to his shoulder blades, "You sort of got the short end of the stick, didn't you? I mean, one father-in-law is stressful enough, but you're getting two."

"You're worth it," he said, smiling and turning his head to give her a chaste kiss on the lips, "And besides, I already love one of your fathers. I'm sure Mr. Hummel will be no different -- Ow! What was that for?"

"You and your stupid mouth always knows the perfect thing to say," she said, slightly blushing.

"So naturally, you punched me," he pouted, trying to keep a straight face.

"You love it," she smiled at him, love growing in her eyes.

"I do," he admitted, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said as she kissed the spot on his arm where she lightly punched him, "Everything will be perfect, I promise."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

"Just one more thing," she said as they linked hands and walked towards the door, "Don't call him Mr. Hummel. It reminds him of his father." Andrew gave her a light nod, taking a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

"Here goes nothing," Kurt murmured under his breath.

"Don't worry about it. Just relax, all right? I'm sure they won't hate you."

"Gee, thanks for the confidence boost."

"Like you need your ego fed."

"Like you need to be fed at all. How much weight have you gained since I last saw you?"

"You wound me, Kurt," Blaine said sarcastically.

The door opened, revealing Elizabeth and Andrew, both smiling. Andrew actually looked quite terrified, shifting uncomfortably, waiting to be introduced. Elizabeth caught on quickly and took over the situation.

"Dad, Papa, come inside," she was bouncing on her feet a little at the site of the two of them together.

Before they knew it, Kurt and Elizabeth were exchanging a long and teary hug in the hallway. Kurt knew he was supposed to interrogate his future son-in-law soon, carrying on the Hummel tradition, but he was having trouble letting go of his daughter. He couldn't believe he was actually there, and that this was actually happening. Finally, after one last squeeze, he let her go. They both stood, awkwardly staring at each other and wiping their eyes.

"I just... I really, really missed you, Papa," she said, laughing a little at how ridiculous they must have looked.

"I missed you too, Sweetheart," he smiled through his tears, "Now, where is this fianc�e of yours? I barely got to introduce myself before we had our girl moment."

"He's probably quaking in his boots right now," she replied, "so try to be at least a little easy on him."

"Not a chance," he said, causing Elizabeth to roll her eyes playfully, "I have to make sure he is absolutely perfect for my little girl."

"Can't you just take my word for it?"

"Of course not. What have I always told you?"

"Yeah, yeah," she put her fingers up in quotations, "No one pushes the Hummel's around."

"That's right," he smiled at her fondly, "so let's get started."

As they made a few short steps into the living room, Andrew stood immediately, offering his hand.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Hummel -- I mean," he looked at his fianc�e for guidance, panic rising inside of him. He was specifically told that calling him Mr. Hummel would remind him of his dad. How could he screw up so quickly?

"Please, call me Kurt," he smiled, meeting Andrew halfway, giving a strong handshake. Blaine stayed seated, watching them exchange pleasantries. The interrogation was about to start, and Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn't excited for the show. His mind flashed back to Burt, drilling him with hard questions as if they didn't know each other for several years. It was hard for him to answer some intimate questions, but he went along with it because he knew how important it was to him.

"So Andrew," Kurt said, as they sat directly across from each other, "I'm pretty sure Elizabeth told you what is about to happen, right?" Andrew nodded nervously. "Perfect," he said, pausing to look at his daughter and ex-husband. "If you two don't mind, can I speak to him privately?"

Much to their disappointment, they stood up and made their way outside. Elizabeth gave her fianc� an apologetic look before she closed the front door behind him her.

"I wanted to watch," she huffed loudly, partly to be there to be his moral support, but also to see Andrew squirm.

"Me too. If the interrogation is anything like your grandfather gave me, we're missing out on something truly epic." Elizabeth giggled, deciding to sit on their patio swing. Blaine sat next to her.

"Were you scared?" She was genuinely curious about Grandpa Hummel. He was nothing but a distant memory to her, having only seen him a few times in her life.

"I actually was. Keep in mind, I had already known him since I was a teenager, and he was like a father figure to me," he told her, beginning to feel nostalgic, "But that's the power of a Hummel, I guess. They just have a presence about them that make people want to impress them. Just like you," he smiled.

"Me?"

"Oh yes, you are most certainly a Hummel, through and through, just like your father," he said. She was looking at him curiously, urging him to continue, "When you were a toddler, barely two years old, you had to do everything all by yourself. If we tried to help you, you gave us this look that said 'back off'. You have no idea how much money we had to spend on milk," he laughed at the memories overflowing him, "And then one day, you poured yourself a perfect bowl of cereal. Your dad and I walked into the kitchen, arguing about something or other, but then we saw such a proud look on your face. So he and I just looked at each other like... we felt like the proudest parents in that moment that we didn't argue for a week straight. Which had to be a record."

"You really loved him," she said matter-of-factly. She caught him off guard, again. Nothing should surprise him anymore about her, but she always found a way.

"I did," he replied, staring out into nothing, "I really did." Elizabeth smiled and patted her father on the arm. They sat together in comfortable silence for a while longer until the front door pushed open. They were looking at a smirking Kurt and a pale Andrew, telling them it's safe to come inside.

"What did you do to my fianc�e?" Elizabeth whispered harshly to her papa.

"You'll probably hear the whole story in detail later. The important thing is that he passed," he smiled and nudged her, "He really is a keeper." Elizabeth smiled.
about something or other, but then we saw such a proud look on your face. So he and I just looked at each other like... we felt like the proudest parents in that moment that we didn't argue for a week straight. Which had to be a record."

"You really loved him," she said matter-of-factly. She caught him off guard, again. Nothing should surprise him anymore about her, but she always found a way.

"I did," he replied, staring out into nothing, "I really did." Elizabeth smiled and patted her father on the arm. They sat together in comfortable silence for a while longer until the front door pushed open. They were looking at a smirking Kurt and a pale Andrew, telling them it's safe to come inside.

"What did you do to my fianc�e?" Elizabeth whispered harshly to her papa.

"You'll probably hear the whole story in detail later. The important thing is that he passed," he smiled and nudged her, "He really is a keeper." Elizabeth smiled.

"I told you to take my word for it. It would have saved him a lot of stress."

"Trust me, if he can live through this, he can live through anything," he laughed.

"Thank you for being here," she said sincerely.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be, Sweetheart."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Kurt was in the kitchen with Elizabeth, cooking chicken Parmesan, showing her some of his mother's secret recipes, giggling and singing Going to the Chapel as loud as they could without disturbing the men in the living room, who were watching ESPN.

"Tell me why you never considered singing a career for you, my dear?" Kurt asked teasingly while sample tasting the wooden spoon, "Needs more paprika," he added, as Elizabeth passed him the seasoning.

"I told you, I don't really like singing in public unless it's to Andrew, Cairo, or an inanimate object," she repeated, always feeling the need to explain herself, "I know I'm good, trust me. I'm good at everything. Singing just kind of makes me feel --"

"-- vulnerable? I know the feeling. And while you may hate it, that's the reason I love it," he smiled, "Who is Cairo?" Elizabeth pointed towards the dining room table. A long-haired orange tabby was sitting on one of the chairs, observing the change of environment. He showed a look of superiority, letting everyone know who the real boss of the house was.

"So that is what has been making me itchy," he said, followed by an unannounced sneeze.

"Crap, you're allergic. Why didn't you tell me, dummy? I could've arranged a pet sitter or something. Do those people even exist?" Elizabeth sighed, "I don't know. Could you still sleep on the couch?"

"Only if I want to die a slow and painful death," Kurt replied, "but don't worry, maybe I can find a hotel that could take me tonight." Just like that, a lightbulb went off in her head. "What?"

"What? Oh, um, nothing. It's just I don't know if that would work last-minute. I know you only want the best service. Maybe you can look tomorrow?" She tried sounding nonchalant, and it looked like it was working.

"Possibly. You're right, I deserve nothing less than perfection," he winked, "but what am I going to do in the meantime?"

"We'll figure something out," she said, forcing back a smile. Her papa was quick, so she didn't want to be too obvious and ruin everything before it even began. At this point, Andy entered the kitchen.

"Hey Honey, Mr.... Kurt, you guys need any help?"

"No, we're good. Papa is sharing some of my grandma's old secret recipes. And God forbid you find out, because then we'd have to kill you, and I really don't want to do that until after we're married so I can at least get a little money out of it," she said with a smile. She reached up and pecked his lips teasingly, "Now go play with Dad. I know they're talking about the upcoming draft, so keep me posted."

They both turned to Kurt, who was giving them a quizzical look, complete with the eyebrow arch. "Football, Lizzy, honestly?"

"You act so surprised. Yes, the Eagles and the Buckeyes. You can completely blame that on Dad."

"Trust me, I already have," he laughed.

"Okay, so I'll just leave you to your thing," Andrew said, after grabbing a couple beers from the refrigerator, wondering if they even heard him over their giggles. He knew how much these next months of spending time with her father meant to Elizabeth, and it put a smile on his face to see that it was off to a great start.

He made his way to the sofa, sitting right next to Blaine and passing him his beer. They watched the commentators speak about which teams needed what position for their first round draft picks, until it went to commercial break.

"Alright, spill," Blaine turned to him after lowering the volume of the television, "how bad was it?"

"Well, let's just say that I will be sleeping with the door locked and one eye open for the rest of my life," he answered quite seriously, "I'm also considering buying a weapon just in case."

Blaine barked out a laugh, "No need for that, son. He's harmless," he paused in thought and added, "Physically at least." The smile was still on his face, but it was different. Andrew figured now was the time to change the subject until Blaine started speaking again.

"It was his eyes at first," he said, staring at his drink in concentration, "They lured me in and didn't let me out."

"I know what that's like. We fell in love with the same eyes. They're beautiful and terrifying at the same time. How can eyes be so scary?"

"I ask myself that every day," Blaine laughed with no humor behind his eyes. Andrew started noticing he was not speaking in past tense. It was then that he actually wondered if he was still in love with his ex-husband. It was then that he admitted to himself that his fianc�e may be doing the right thing in bringing them together again. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Blaine continued speaking, "But that was a long time ago. Sometimes love just isn't enough," he said sadly.

"Do you think me and Lizzy will be okay?" Andrew asked curiously.

"The correct grammar is 'Lizzy and I'," he corrected, as usual, "but I really hope you do. And if for some reason you don't, that won't make you any less of a son," he patted him on the leg," You're stuck with me for life, kiddo." Andrew couldn't wipe the giant grin off his face if he tried. They changed the topic, talking about the football draft and the upcoming March Madness when Kurt and Elizabeth entered the dining room with food that smelled delicious.

"You boys ready to eat?" Lizzy asked in a singsong voice.

"Yes!" Blaine and Andrew said in unison.