When Kurt receives the letter from his son's first grade teacher, he is puzzled.

"Jack?" he calls, craning his head to look down the hallway at the boys' bedroom door. He can't hold his smile when a little head pops through the crack.

"Yeah, Dad?" Jack shouts. Kurt motions for him to come stand by him. When the boy reaches him, Kurt grabs him under the arms and plops him down on his lap.

Looking into eyes that match his, he asks "Is everything okay at school?"

His sons' bright smile is instantaneous. "Dad! School is good. We got book buddies this week who read with us and mine brought chapter books with him!" he ranted. Kurt brushed him hair back and smiled. When Jack got excited, he talked so fast that sometimes a few words got lost in the mix. He was still having trouble pronouncing his 'R's.

"Wow" Kurt enthused "Maybe next week you can take in one of your books. I bet your book buddy would be impressed!"

Jacks eyes widened "You have the best ideas" he marveled, moving to hop down from his Dad's lap. Kurt wrapped an arm around his middle, holding him there.

"Now hold on. Let's talk" Kurt says.

"Okay." Jack replies pleasantly. "About what?"

Kurt hangs his head to look at his sons eyes. Just like his own, those eyes are a dead give-away when fishing for information. "You know you can tell me if there is ever anything bothering you, right? No matter what?"

"Dad, duh! You're my best friend," Jack says. This time when he goes to leave, Kurt doesn't stop him.

Kurt doesn't know if this is proper Parent-Teacher conference etiquette, but he really has nowhere else to leave Jack tonight so he hands his son a Junie B. Jones book and they set out to his Elementary school. He figures if it's really an issue, Jack can sit outside the room and read while Kurt talks to his teacher.

"Where are we going?" his son questions from the backseat.

"School" Kurt answers.

"But it's almost night time. I already went to school today"

"I know, honey. We're going to see your teacher."

Jacks face lights up. "Are we gonna have dinner with him?"

Kurt laughs and looks at him in the rear-view mirror. "I don't think so"

"Mr. Anderson is the coolest. He wears a different bowtie every day, like me! And his teacher closet is full of costumes and music and only fun stuff. Not paper and pencils like all the other teachers" Jack raves. "Mr. Anderson told me I might be the smartest reader in the whole class" he whispers proudly.

"Mr. Anderson seems very cool!" Kurt agrees with a smile.

"The coolest" Jack corrects.

When they pull into the familiar parking lot, Jack is out of his seat before the car is even off. They walk into the school and Jack grabs his hand to lead him to the classroom.

"Mr. Anderson?" Jack calls excitedly, letting go of Kurt's hand and bolting through one of the open classroom doors.

"Hey, buddy!" Kurt hears a man voice filter through the door. "I didn't know you'd come too! Best surprise ever"

"I know. Daddy said you weren't having dinner with us, though."

Kurt reaches the door and opens it in time to see Mr. Anderson laugh loudly and ruffle his sons' hair. Jack immediately looks to his father and puts his hands in his hair, running to a window so he can fix it in the reflection. When he's finished, he runs up to Kurt and asks if he brought any hairspray.

"No, Jack. You don't need to be using anything in your hair yet. Go put some water in it if you want to" he said sternly.

"But you use it. I like your hair" Jack grumbles as he walks up to the big sink on the other side of the room. Kurt laughs quietly before turning to introduce himself to the other man.

He finds Mr. Anderson giving his a look that resembles surprised astonishment. "You two look exactly alike" he says with a strange edge to his voice.

Kurt gets a good look at the man in front of him. He is a few inches shorter than him. Dressed impeccably, bowtie in place between his broad shoulders just as his son had said. His hair is gelled down, but there are a few loose curls escaping around his ears. His skin is flawless and Kurt does everything he can to keep his eyes from widening.

When did school teachers become attractive?

He gapes for a second before realizing that he was spoken to. "Oh!" he gasps. "Oh, yeah. It's a shame though. His mother was beautiful" Kurt says with a laugh.

"You're married?" The man inquires with a tight smile.

"Oh, no. It was just a fling in college. You know, trying to convince the general public of your heterosexuality in any way possible so that they leave you alone." He laughs awkwardly when he realizes he's rambling. "Uh..." he trails off.

"Of course" he man laughs, his smile widening. "Anyway, you're obviously Jack's dad"

"Yep. And you must be the infamous Mr. Anderson"

"Call me Blaine" he says hastily. He reaches out a hand for Kurt to take.

"Kurt Hummel" he says, grabbing Blaine's outstretched hand.

Jack chooses that time to run back over and wrap himself around Kurt's leg. "Why are we here, again?"

Blaine squats down so he's level with Jack. "I wanted to talk with your dad for a minute if that's okay," he answered "If you want, you can read your book in the quiet corner while we talk. You can even pick whichever bean-bag you want to. AND you won't have to take turns."

Jack wastes no time running over to a well-lit corner surrounded by short bookshelves. He sinks into a big, green, soft looking cushion.

"Alright, shall we get started? I don't want to keep you guys" Blaine says.

"Of course. Is Jack causing trouble or something?" He asks, his brow furrowing with worry.

Blaine puts a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "No! No, not at all. Jack is a pleasure! I'm honestly just a little worried about him," he lowers his voice "He has a little bit of trouble making friends."

Kurt pales "Oh no" he groans. "It's my fault. He grew up constantly around older people. He had no exposure to other kids until preschool. He knows how to interact with adults, not other kids. Oh my God. I should have seen this coming. He's scarred for life" he whispers quickly, starting to panic.

"No, Mr. Hummel. Jack is very polite for his age and very, very smart. I'd even call him mature. He gets along fine with the others. I'm just afraid that they don't know how to relate to him," Blaine soothes. "I wanted to ask you if he ever talks about his classmates or anything."

"Not really. He likes to tell me what he's learned; it usually doesn't involve others," Kurt sighs. "What should I do?"

"Nothing," Blaine replies sternly. "Your son is wise beyond his years. There should be more kids like Jack out there. I just want you to keep me informed. Tell me if he ever says he's being mistreated. I'm sure you know how boys can be," he gives Kurt a pointed look.

Kurt nods and takes a deep breath. "Thank you" he says quietly, looking over at Jack. Blaine grabs his hand.

"I've never met a kid like him. Jack is special" he says with a huge smile

"I know" Kurt smiles.

"I think any kid of yours would have to be extraordinary" Blaine laughs.

Kurt feels his face flush and he walks over to gather Jack. "Come on, honey. We can go out to eat tonight."

Jack lets out a little cheer and shoves his book closed.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Hummel" Blaine says, taking Kurt's hand again.

"Call me Kurt" he replies, raising an eyebrow. "I'm gonna e-mail you my number" he decides. "Just in case"

With a bashful smile, he grabs Jacks hand and heads out the door.

"Were really not eating here with Mr. Anderson?" he mumbles sadly.

Kurt smiles slyly. "Mr. Anderson can certainly join us if he wants to"

Blaine's eyebrows shoot up and he smiles again, showing off a set of straight, white teeth. He mouths 'Really?', and when Kurt nods he grabs his coats and keys.

As they walk out of the classroom, and Mr. Anderson locks the door behind them, Kurt feels an unfamiliar rush of contentment.