"I've just been on the phone with Ms. Camp," Blaine said, making Kurt even more confused. Although Blaine would usually find Toronto's stunts funny, he was normally reluctant to tell his husband about them, knowing that Kurt often had a... let's say, somewhat different view on their son's eccentrics.

Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel were extraordinary parents. They had a closer relationship with their sons than most parents had with their kids. They had always shared the responsibilities, but Kurt always ended up being the stricter of the two. When it came down to playing good cop/bad cop, there was no other way than for Kurt to be the bad cop. By all means, and with all good intentions, Blaine truly had tried taking on that role, but always ended up doing more harm than use, when he began chuckling at whatever the boys had been up to and clearly showing that he didn't really see the problem. So Kurt found it best to just take on the role himself, rather than cleaning up the mess left by his husband.

-.-

"Blaine, I think we need to have the talk with Toronto before he leaves for camp." At the questioning, confused stare he got from his husband, Kurt huffed and explained what he meant. A while later they were both seated in the living room when they asked Toronto to join them.

"Toronto, Sweetie Darling," Kurt began, making the sixteen year old roll his eyes in exasperation at his father's use of endearment. "Your dad and I thought it wise to have a talk with you before you're heading off for the summer."

The boy raised his eyebrows, thinking he knew where this was going. "You do remember that you forced grandpa to have the TALK with me when I was fourteen, right? Not to mention that sex-ed has improved immensely since you guys went to school." Blaine smiled widely at the brilliancy of having Burt have the talk with Toronto. Every child should get the talk the way his father-in-law did it. Blaine still marveled at how fantastic Burt Hummel is, as a parent, an in-law and a grandpa. As a person, really.

"Yes, we do remember that, Toronto. Now, the talk we want to have with you, or rather the incident we will tell you about," Kurt continued, "I deem necessary because of the fact that you take after your dad in the way you use music to express your passions and your desires. We've noticed that you are a very typical teenager with raging hormones, and as you are going to be away all summer, we want to illustrate for you just how wrong those impulsive urges your dad and you have to express yourselves can turn out." Blaine narrowed his eyes at his husband, feeling that his tone and his choice of words were a bit harsh.

"There is a reason, something that happened when we were your age, why we never ever enter a Gap," Kurt said in a tone that told his husband that he still couldn't quite forgive him for the disastrous performance. "And it's not just because your father wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit as mainstream as Gap," Blaine hurriedly said, which caused Kurt to raise his eyebrows, clearly expressing that that little fact had nothing to do with the issue at hand here. "This thing is also the reason why we never celebrate Valentine's Day," Kurt continued.

Toronto sat up-straight, excited to finally get the real reason why any kind of Valentine's celebration was banned from the Hummel-Anderson household.

"So, junior year of high school, your dad thought himself in love with a young man named Jeremiah." Kurt couldn't help but shudder as he said the name, and even Blaine himself looked rather freaked out and embarrassed. "Now, there were several things terribly wrong with the whole situation, the most serious one probably being that Jeremiah should have never met your dad, who was underage, even for coffee. But that's beside the point here. Your dad was quite the flirt back in the day, and at the same time completely clueless as to the effect it had on those around him. He was also, like you are Toronto, almost over-the-top passionate and used music to express his every thought. Which is why and how the Warblers ended up doing a performance that we've later only called the Gap-attack. Poor Jeremiah was completely thrown by the boy running after him, singing the obscene lyrics of "When I get you Alone" and - "

"Hey!" Blaine found this tale quite unfair. "The performance was outstanding, and although it didn't exactly give the desired result -"

"Really, Blaine, really? You really want to go into a discussion about this now?" Kurt looked incredulously at his husband, who saw if best to keep quiet. Even he had to admit that Kurt had a point. That performance was one of his biggest regrets.

Toronto looked between his parents, not sure if he should laugh or cry. He settled for just watching them and listening to their banter. As the tale went on, he couldn't contain the grin that spread on his face though.

"You didn't...?" Toronto couldn't help but snort. It actually wasn't completely unbelievable that his dad had gone to such lengths and embarrassed himself. What Toronto found harder to grasp was the fact that his father, the diva, had participated.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did," Kurt answered. "That's what love does to you I guess. I just wanted to be part of whatever your dad did and follow wherever he went. And I guess I also wanted to seek out the competition. I was head over heels in love with your dad already back then." The boy could see a look pass between his parents at this. A look that spoke volumes to the two, of life's turns, of regrets long made up for, of adoration and of love. "Although I seriously wondered if I had gone mad at that point," Kurt continued.

-.-

Blaine couldn't contain the laughter bubbling from within as he told his husband that his brilliant Hummel-plan clearly had backfired. Kurt rolled his eyes in a would-be-sarcastic and exasperated manner, intending to berate his husband. But it was just too darn funny, and even Kurt had to throw back his head and laugh as he imagined his eldest son at the food-court. "Oh, for Gaga's sake, I should have known that was bound to happen. He really is just like you," he settled for saying, fondness lacing his words.

The two men just stood there looking at each other for a minute, feeling utterly happy and blessed that they had found each other, and that they had two wonderful sons.

"I really, really miss them." Blaine seemed so down as he looked at his husband with those beautiful, expressive puppy-eyes of his. Kurt smiled softly at him. "Sweetie, we've been over this. We have to let them go. They'll be back in a couple of weeks," he said as he went over to hug his husband.

The couple later settled into the comfy couch, Kurt cuddling into Blaine's side, watching old home-videos of their two adorable sons.