He was drawn out of his moping by a grunt Blaine let out as he packed his guitar into the back seat of his car. Kurt sighed before pushing himself off of the car and walking around to the driver's side.

"Ready to go?" he asked as Blaine closed the car door, he turned around at the sound of Kurt's voice.

"Yup, are you?" Blaine asked with a quirked eyebrow and walked over to his boyfriend. Kurt just looked up to the closed his eyes and sighed.

"Hey c'mon I know you're upset about leaving all of the guys without them having a clue but I promise we'll figure out a good way to tell them. For now just try to think about…summer outfits and Bernadette Peters. Why does she look so young huh?" Blaine teased and kissed Kurt's nose making him smile a little.

"She's a vegan Blaine and it's not my summer it's ours, it's not like I'm going to let you rot at your grandfather's house." Kurt responded playfully and toyed with the collar of Blaine's polo shirt.

"Excuse me my grandfather is a very fun man and I wouldn't be rotting if I know you're having fun while I play backyard golf." Blaine countered with a small giggle.

"Well what if I want you have fun with you hm?" Kurt quirked a brow and flirted, "I mean you would just be a small drive away…" He trailed off and smirked at Blaine who had a small blush on his cheeks.

"I would definitely be okay with having fun with you." Blaine smirked and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to Kurt's lips. Kurt hummed in contentment before teasingly touching a finger to Blaine chest and smirking only to push him away lightly with a giggle.

"We have to get on the road, wouldn't want to be late to have dinner with your grandfather." Kurt chuckled and opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat.

"I'll get you later." Blaine challenged with a smirk and got in his own car hearing Kurt laugh at his as he did.

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After almost an hour and a half of the couple driving Kurt noticed Blaine slowing down near a large white house with small black metal fence around the front yard. He craned his neck and bit and focused on the simple mailbox outside the gate it read in perfect Arial letters: P. Anderson. Blaine pulled into the driveway next to the house and Kurt followed behind him. With a deep breath Kurt turned off the car and opened the door and stepped out and looked over to Blaine doing the same.

Blaine looked over to him and smiled before jogging over to the fence and jumping over into the yard with ant trouble.

"C'mon." He grinned and gestured to Kurt, hesitantly his boyfriend approached the fence and stepped into the yard one leg at a time. Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door almost sprinting like an excited child.

Finally as they stood on the doorstep Blaine knocked heavily at the door and took a step back before biting his lips and giving Kurt's hand a short squeeze. Kurt loved seeing him so excited he was like an adorable five year old.

Suddenly the large mahogany door opened and the two boys were welcomed by a tall old man with a small smile on his face.

"Hello." He greeted kindly and squinting his brown eyes slightly. Kurt could see where Blaine got some of his features like his nose and the shape of his face. He was dressed nicely too, in a white button up shirt, light blue sweater vest, and gray slacks.

"Grandpa you might want to put on your glasses." Blaine laughed, immediately the old man reached into his right pants pocket pulled out a pair of black thickly framed glasses. After a little struggle with getting them on he looked over to Blaine and immediately lit up.

"Blaine?" He asked and stepped out onto the doorstep opening his arms wide in welcome.

"Hey grandpa." Blaine greeted and let go of Kurt's hand to hug him.

"I haven't seen you in, gosh, two years. You're so grown now." Blaine's grandfather chuckled as he pat Blaine on the back.

"Well I'm here now and I was wondering if my old room is still vacant?" Blaine smiled and asked hesitantly as they both pulled away.

"Of course, of course no one has been here since the last summer you came to stay. Come in lets catch up." He offered, smiling and turned to go back into the house but Blaine stopped him.

"Grandpa I want you to meet someone first." Blaine smiled and turned to Kurt and enlaced their fingers.

His grandfather turned and eyed Kurt curiously making him very nervous, but before Kurt could start truly worrying the old man smiled softly and looked over to Blaine.

"Let me guess this is the one that finally caught you eye?" His grandfather smirked playfully making Blaine blush. He stretched out a hand to Kurt with a warm smile.

"Patrick Anderson I'm Blaine's old man and you are?" He asked sweetly as Kurt reached out and shook his hand calmly.

"Kurt Hummel, Blaine's boyfriend." Kurt finally said and all of the tension left his body. After a few shakes they two finally released each other's hand.

"Great to meet you son, you boys up for some dinner?" He asked and gestured for the boys to come inside.

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Kurt was in love with the house, it was furnished beautifully and well preserved it. There wasn't a patch of carpet only wood floors and beautiful frames sprawled across the beige walls. Each picture frame held a photo of Blaine mainly with his grandparents; he was the cutest child Kurt had ever seen.

Kurt laughed a little when he saw a picture of Blaine around the age of seven dressed as dinosaur.

"Oh god I remember that Halloween, all I did was roar at people the entire night and stomped around the neighborhood until I tripped on my tail and had to be carried home by my mom." Blaine suddenly appeared next to Kurt and giggled. Kurt laughed with him for a bit before sighing and kissing the tip of his boyfriend's nose.

"You were a really cute kid y'know, look at those cheeks." Kurt teased.

"I bet you were cuter, with your tea sets and little outfits and your Maria bonnet-

"How did you know about that?" Kurt squawked in surprise.

"Your dad told me about it when I came over for Christmas while you were doing your skin routine." Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt's cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hall.

"C'mon, Grandpa's pretty excited to have you over he's making his favorite family dish." Blaine glowed over his shoulder to Kurt as they rushed through the house to the dining room.

After jogging through the house to get to the dining room the couple finally found it just in time as Grandfather Anderson was setting down the plates.

"I hope you like shrimp Kurt." The old man look up to him smile and shuffled back into the kitchen.

"If you don't like shrimp you don't have to eat it." Blaine whispered as he pulled out a chair at the table for Kurt.

"No I like shrimp its fine." Kurt laughed and slid into the padded wooden chair.

"Alright here we are my classic shrimp scampi." Grandpa Anderson announced proudly as he placed a large bowl at the center of the table with tongs. Blaine smiled at him and pulled out a chair for him before taking a seat for himself. Kurt smiled over to Blaine as he picked up the tongs and served him and his grandfather then himself.

"This looks delicious Grandpa Anderson." Kurt glowed and digged in and the old man watched him take a first bite with intent. Kurt wasn't surprised it tasted as good as I looked.

"This is wonderful." Kurt gushed after swallowing.

"I'm glad you think so I haven't made this in a while so I was afraid I would be a bit rusty." Patrick responded with a chuckle.

"Grandpa use to be a chef when he was younger and use to travel a lot." Blaine informed as he started to eat.

"And thank god for that travel it helped me toughen up and not to mention get me to run into your grandmother."

"Oh no Kurt get ready for a love story." Blaine laughed

"It was 1962 and I had to go from Philadelphia to Georgia because the restaurant I worked for at the time was building another one there and they still needed a chef. So, I took a train there and when I went to go greet the manager in the kitchen I ran into his niece who was a waitress. When I leaned down to give her hand to get back on her feet that was it. She was radiant with big eyes and long hair, she was perfect." The old man spoke dreamily, Kurt smiled at the story and reached for Blaine's hand and held it tightly.

The first night after work I saw she was walking to get back a home and well, I had a car and offered her a ride. I started driving her to work and back home every day and learning something new about her each car ride. After working together for a few months I finally manned up and asked her out for dinner and luckily she said yes. Three more dates later and she became my girlfriend, she moved in with me and after a few months we had a son and the minute she was out of the hospital I asked her to marry me. We relocated here because it seemed like a nice town and we raised our son and I guess lived happily ever after." Grandpa Anderson finished off with a small laugh.

"Well enough about me what about you to huh where did you boy meet?" He asks sweetly.

"Well we met at Dalton at first-

"At first I was kind of an ass." Blaine cut in honestly.

"Yeah he was but I put him into check." Kurt chuckled.

"And now we're just happy." Blaine finished.

"What do you mean 'being an ass'? Blaine I taught you manners didn't I?" Grandpa Anderson said accusingly.

"Yes Grandpa but don't worry like Kurt said he smacked be back in place." Blaine groaned.

"Literally." Kurt mumbled making Grandpa Anderson look over to him and break out in laughter.

"Oh god, I like this kid Blaine he's a touch a moxy." He fought to say between laughs. Once the three men's giggles died down they returned to their food and made casual talk about the house and about the places Grandpa Anderson had been.

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Once they finally finished eating Kurt helped Grandpa Anderson clean up while Blaine brought his luggage inside.

"You know the whole pendant tradition started with my father?" Grandpa Anderson spoke up as he scrubbed the dishes and Kurt waited at his side with a rag to dry of the clean plates. Kurt instinctively touched the thin chain around his neck and pulled the pendant out from under his shirt.

"Really?"

"Yup, my old man was a soldier so when he had to leave me and my mother he gave her a pendant just like mine…and yours. He gave it to her as a promise he would come back and he did and when he came home she gave him one too." The old man smiled and handed Kurt a wet plate to dry off.

"I see yours is gold, their usually silver…" he looked at Kurt's pendant curiously through the frames of his glasses.

Kurt quickly dried off the plate and placed it in the cabinet before picking up the cold circle and holding it up to see.

"Blaine gave me two, one in silver and one in gold since I can be pretty stingy with how I match my outfits and accessories." Kurt laughed nervously hoping he didn't insult their tradition but luckily the man's face softened and smiled.

"That's Blaine for you always considerate like that." He chuckled and shook his head before turning back to the dishes.

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When the dishes were done and all of Blaine's bag and suitcases were in the living room Grandpa Anderson decided to say goodnight.

"Blaine if you're going stay up and are down here make sure you-

"Lock the doors, close the windows, turnout all the lights when I go to sleep. I know Grandpa." Blaine cut in with an airy laugh.

"All right goodnight Blaine, nice meeting you Kurt." Grandpa Anderson yawned and waved off as he walked up the stairs. Blaine turned to Kurt and smiled,

"That wasn't so bad." Blaine let out a breath and walked over to Kurt and snaked his arms around his waist.

"It wasn't bad at all Blaine, your grandfather is sweet." Kurt smiled and touched his forehead to Blaine's.

"C'mon let me go show you my room." Blaine said excitedly before moving around Kurt and grabbing a duffle bag and his guitar case and headed up the stairs.

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After walking up three flights of stairs and down a long hallway Blaine finally set his guitar case down and opened a white door with a B scratched into the white paint and wood next to the doorknob. The room was quite large with two windows, a four post bed, a large dresser, a small closet, and a short writing desk between the windows. The room was a light olive green and the floors a dark brown wood and it held the scent of cranberries.

"When was the last time you stayed here?" Kurt asked in wonder as he walked over to the dresser and picked up one of the small metal toy robots he had settled there.

"I was about twelve and then after that my dad stopped bringing, said I needed to grow up and grandpa was doing nothing to help me become more or a man." Blaine sighed and walked over to his bed only to throw himself onto the baby blue sheets. Kurt set down the toy and frowned just when he thought his dad couldn't get any more insane he was proved wrong.

"Kurt come lay with mee." Blaine whined like a child from his bed making Kurt laugh he turned to his boyfriend and crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the dresser with smirk.

"No funny business." Kurt warned and moved to sit next to Blaine on the soft twin size bed. Blaine curled a hand around his waist and tugged lightly inviting him to lie down; he did so and faced Blaine with a small smile. After a few minutes of looking at each other and taking on another in Kurt asked a question that had been bugging him since dinner.

"Blaine are you sure about this?" He asked softly and watched as a small hint of worry flicker over Blaine's face.

"About what?" Blaine asked in slight panic.

"About transferring you really don't need to I would drive every day to see you, it's alright." Kurt soothed and Blaine simply sighed.

"Kurt I'm sure this will benefit the both of us plus I miss going to a public school, don't get me wrong Dalton is great but it's too sheltered." Blaine explained and passed the back of his hand over Kurt's pale cheek.

"If you say so." Kurt mumbled and leaned in close to rub noses with Blaine.

"I'm tired so c'mon this little spoon needs its big spoon." Blaine whispered with a childish giggle and turned on his side. Kurt rolled his eyes and snuggled up to Blaine's back and wrapped his arm around his waist. They stayed like that until each other's small breathes lulled them to sleep.