The door bell rang and Kurt tried to reach it before his dad did, but no such luck. Just before Burt opened the door Kurt said, "Please be nice to him dad."

Burt just grunted and opened the door. He just stood there eyeing Blaine down making an already awkward situation more awkward, if that was even possible.

Blaine stepped forward extending his hand trying to break the ice, "Hi Sir, it's nice to meet you I'm Blaine Anderson."

Burt looked at his out reached hand than back at him before reluctantly shaking back. "I wish I could say it's nice to meet you too, but under the circumstances you should understand I'm not too happy right now."

"Dad--"

"Kurt, it's okay," Blaine said trying to remove his hand from Burts death grip.

"Sir, I know that mine and Kurts relationship is... I guess for the lack of better term, unusual, but I just wanted to let you know that I love your son sir, and I would never hurt him."

"We'll see about that, why don't we take this conversation inside shall we."

Burt headed for the living room, leaving the boys by themselves for a minute.

Kurt grabbed Blaines hand and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"He hasn't killed me yet, so it's going better than I expected," he said leaning in giving Kurt a quick peck to the cheek.

Burt yelled from the living room, "Kurt!"

"Let's go," he said pulling Blaine into the living room.

"I just have to go and finish dinner, shouldn't be long, do you want to help me?"

Blaine was about to respond when Burt spoke up, "Actually I'd like a few minutes alone with Blaine."

"Dad, please don't scare him off."

"It will be okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," Blaine said.

Kurt nodded his head and walked into the kitchen not wanting to leave Blaine alone with his dad.

Blaine stood there awkwardly not sure what he should do with himself.

"Take a seat," Burt said motioning to the couch.

He sat down, it probably was only a few seconds of silence but to him it felt like a lifetime.

"What are your intentions with my son?"

"What do you mean Sir?"

"Well your what, twenty seven, dating my seventeen year old son. I'm sure you can find somebody your own age to date. And I'm sure you have had a hell of a lot more experience than my son, so again I ask what are your intentions with my son, is it his innocence that draws him to you?"

"Sir I, I've never, I--"

He took a deep breath and started over.

"Sir I've never been with any body else. I've had a few boyfriends during college but never found the right person. I'm just as in experienced as your son. As for my intentions I don't have any. Kurt is innocent but in more ways than one he is more mature than he probably should be, and as for our age difference it doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him, it's just a number to us."

"But not according to the law or the school."

"Your right, but to us we don't care. If I really had to Sir I would wait until Kurt was of age, I would wait a life time for him, because I love him and he means everything to me."

"And how do you know he's the one?"

"Because I feel like I've been searching forever, and with Kurt it just comes easy with us. We get each other Sir. He makes me happy. For the first time in my life I am genuinely happy. It's like everything came together the day he walked in to my life, I found my missing puzzle piece."

"And you won't hurt him?"

"No Sir, never, not intentionally anyways. I just want to make him happy, he deserves to.be happy."

"You know that he has plans to go to New York next year, what happens than?"

"I would follow him anywhere Sir, I can get a teaching job anywhere."

"What about your family, your okay with just leaving them behind to chase after a boy?"

Blaine looked down, talking about his family was always a sore spot. But for Burt to like him and allow him to continue to keep seeing his son he knew he had to be honest.

"I haven't spoken to my family in years Sir, so no I won't be leaving anybody behind."

Burt could see the look of sadness flash across his eyes, he felt bad for the kid.

"Can I ask why?"

"My parents and I have always had rough relationship. They were more concerned about the family name and a reputation to up hold than anything else. My dad expected me to take over the family business but when I decided to take up a career as a music teacher things became strained. It's like I disappointed him. And than when I told them that I was gay, I was pretty much kicked out of the family, I shamed them. They signed over my trust fund and told me to never contact them again unless I had a lifestyle change."

Blaine didn't know when the tears had started. He never talked about his parents, not even to Kurt. He wiped them away hoping Burt didn't notice.

Burt felt awful for him, what kind of parents would just disown their child like that. He knew from the time Kurt was five or six that he was gay, it was kinda obvious when he asked for a pair of heels for his birthday. It didn't matter to him though. He may have known since he was five or six but he had loved him from the time he was born, and he would always love him and support him no matter who he decided to date.

He watched Blaine as he tried to discreetly wipe away his tears. He wondered when the last time this kid had a hug from a parental figure. He got up and sat down beside Blaine.

Blaine looked up, startled.

"Listen Blaine. Your parents are assholes. From what I know about you and just how you present yourself to me today, I can tell that your a stand up, decent guy. It doesn't matter who you choose to love. It's their job as a parent to love you unconditionally, and clearly they haven't. Never forget though that there is nothing wrong with you, you haven't shamed anybody."

By this point, the tears that he tried to stop were coming more freely. Nobody has ever said those words to him. Of course he had his friends that supported him, but for some reason it meant so much more coming from Burts mouth.

Burt wrapped his arm around Blaines shoulder shocking Blaine. He couldn't remember the last time he received a hug from a parental figure. Even as a child, before his life went to hell, he could count on one hand the amount of times he had been hugged by his own parents. He's known Burt now for what, maybe five minutes and he has already given him more comfort than his parents ever have.

"Thank you, Sir, for everything. For not killing me, for trying to give me a chance, and for this," he said gesturing to the arm around him.

"No need to thank me, it's what your parents should have done years ago."

"Kurts so lucky to have a father like you."

"I'm the lucky one," Burt said.

"You know before you even got here, I already judged you, I already hated you. I was willing to give you a chance because of Kurt,"

Blaine went to cut him off, but Burt stopped him.

"Let me finish kid. Everything that I thought about you or everything that I made up about you in my mind, went out the Window the minute you knocked on the door. I thought for sure you wouldn't even show up, it took a lot of balls to come here and face me tonight. And from the way you speak about my son, and the way he speaks about you, I can tell you guys love each other. So I'm going to allow this to happen, but there will be rules. I'm sure that Kurt told you about my shot gun?"

Blaine nodded his head.

"Good if you hurt my son, I won't hesitate to use it."

"If I ever hurt your son Sir I will load it myself."

Just than Kurt walked out carrying a tray of food, looking between his dad and his boyfriend looking for any hint about what was going on. "Dinners ready."

Blaine and Burt stood up together, "One more question," Burt said. "Why was my son sleeping at your house over the weekend?"

Blaines face blushed at Burts assumption, "Oh um its not what you think Sir, There is a reason though, and Kurt and I wanted to tell you together."

Burt nodded his head and walked into the dining room. Just before he sat down, he said, "Call me Burt, son. Sir makes me feel old."

Kurt stood there in shock. Clearly their conversation went good. He sat down beside Blaine and looked between his father and his boyfriend. By the looks of it everyone came out unscathed.

"So Blaine, you a football fan?"

"Of course Sir--Burt."

"Whats your favorite team?"

"Umm....the Buckeyes."

Burt looked up at Blaine, "I think we are going to get along just fine."

Kurt could only sit there and watch them get along. They were lost in their own little world talking about football. Blaine reached under the table and gave Kurt an encouraging squeeze, pretty much telling him everything was going to be okay. Kurt smiled back and mouthed, I love you. Blaine smiled and returned to his conversation with Burt.

Right at this moment Kurt had never been happier. He has a boyfriend who loves him, who shares his same life style as him, and he has his dad who is supporting his relationship. And what makes everything even better is that they are getting along. Life couldn't get any better than this.