“Www-what are you dah-doing here?”

“Three hours ago you sent me a text saying that you had big news and that you’d be home soon.” Matt sets aside his guitar and turns to watch Blaine take off his coat and shoes.

“I didn’t mm-mm-mean you had to wwwwait. We took a nah-nap. Lost track of time.” Blaine sits on the edge of his bed.

“So...?” Matt begins.

“So...?” Blaine responds.

“You’re not gonna tell me?” Matt asks.

Blaine shrugs and smiles impishly.

“When you didn’t come home, I casually texted Puck and found out that he and Rachel are in Pennsylvania today. Meaning that you and Kurt had the apartment to yourselves.” Matt says all this as though he’s the best detective the world has ever known.

Blaine nods and continues smiling impishly.

“So, what happened?”

Blaine shrugs again, half because he’s having fun teasing Matt and half because he almost doesn’t want to talk about it yet. It was such an amazing afternoon, he doesn’t want to have to summarize it into a few words.

“Blaine!” Matt yells with exasperation. “Did you or did you not fellate your boyfriend today?”

Blaine can’t help but laugh, which serves to instigate Matt further.

“That’s it,” Matt says, as he pulls out his phone and pretends to text. “Dear Kurt, Blaine refuses to admit to fellating you this afternoon...”

“You wouldn’t dah-dare!” Blaine cries, as he leaps across the room to grab at Matt’s phone.

“Oh, I most certainly would dare. I will go above your head in matters like this. When you’re withholding information and being an assclown,” Matt stands up and gives Blaine his pretend look of intimidation. Both boys agreed it’s not an expression that ever really works because Matt looks exactly like the evil monkey that lives in the closet on Family Guy when he does it. And that really just isn’t intimidating.

“I’m not being an assclown!” Blaine retorts.

Matt smiles at him for a second. “I’d like to briefly pause this ridiculous argument to point out that you said a b-word without stuttering.”

“I know!” Blaine’s half yelling, but smiling broadly. “It happens sss-sss-sometimes lately!”

“Awesome, man.” Matt gives Blaine a good-natured punch to the shoulder. “Now I’m unpausing.”

Blaine makes a go ahead gestures, though he’s still smiling.

“You can’t text me and say you have big news and then decide not to TELL me the news!” Matt continues his rant, as though he never stopped.

“Fine.” Blaine drops back down on his bed. “I didn’t fellate him. I mm-mm-made his junk smell like bb-bb-bah-bah-berries. I used sssssome of Rachel’s hand cream be-be-be-before I thought about it.”

“Seriously?” Matt also drops back down on his bed.

“I dd-dah-don’t think I could ever joke about such a dd-dumbass mis-mis-mis-take.”

“It’s rookie, Blaine, I’m not gonna sugar coat it. You were so excited to go over there. I thought you had this under control.”

“Me, too,” Blaine agrees.

“So then what?”

“Well, I think I gave him a fairly ddd-decent hand job. He sssseemed to like it.”

“And? Why are you still doing this to me? DID ANYONE FELLATE ANYONE TODAY???”

“I-I-I-I think you’re addicted to the www-word fellate.”

Matt makes angry strangling gestures with his hands and tries to look intimidating again.

“Ok. Yes. Fine. I-I-I rr-rr-received fellatio from my bb-bb-bb-boy-boy-boyfriend this afternoon.” Blaine raises his hands in “are you happy now?” type gesture, but he’s blushing and honestly can’t wipe the stupid grin off his face, so the effect falls flat.

“YES!” Matt leaps up with a fist pump. “That’s awesome, man. I’m so happy for you.”

Matt goes to high five Blaine and then thinks better of it. “Have you washed your hands yet?”

There’s a knock on their door then and Kerry pokes her head through the crack.

“Hey guys,” she says, a little smirk across her lips.

Blaine is blushing furiously and Matt looks like the cat who ate the canary.

“Approximately how much of that conversation did you hear?” Matt asks Kerry.

“Not too much,” Kerry says with a smile, as she enters their room. “Though I would imagine that Blaine is a very hygienic person and has already washed his hands after giving his boyfriend a berry scented hand job earlier.”

“Oh mm-mm-my God,” Blaine mumbles, as he stares at the ground. “I-I-I-I think I’m going to dd-dd-die. Can pppppeople die from embarrassment? I-I-I think that’s actually happening to, to, to mm-me right nah-now.”

“Aw, Blaine,” Kerry says gently. “Don’t be embarrassed. The first time Matt ever tried to kiss me he had the worst garlic breath. I’m sure berry scented junk is preferable.”

“Nice try,” Blaine says to Kerry, as he pulls one of his blankets over his head and lays down. “Bb-bb-but I’m a ghost nah-nah-now. I have literally dd-dd-died of embarrassment. Feel free tt-tah-to go about your dd-day.”

Kerry laughs and turns to Matt. “You ready to get something to eat?” Matt nods.

“You want to come with us, Blaine?” Kerry asks.

“No thanks,” comes Blaine’s muffled voice from beneath the blanket. “Ghosts dah-don’t eat.”

“What about chicken?” Matt asks.

Blaine pokes his head out from under the blanket. “Um. They mmm-mmm-might enjoy chicken, nah-now and then.”

“Then we’ll bring Ghost!Blaine some chicken,” Matt says, as he and Kerry leave the room.

~~~~~

A Moment of Kerry

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it’s so rare that I get to hear Matt and Blaine talk so candidly. Well, Blaine really, Matt will talk candidly to anyone, anytime. And never stop.

Blaine’s gotten less shy around me recently, but for the most part, he usually just smiles a lot and talks to Matt. He’s never rude, but he very rarely interacts directly with me. In fact, this most recent exchange, about dying from embarrassment, is probably the most he’s ever said to me. Maybe the awkwardness will make us better friends in the long run. I know Blaine is funny and kind and I really do hope someday we’ll be something more like friends.

And I couldn’t help but listen to them through the door because the way they talk to each other and the way they like and respect each other, is sort magnificent to behold. It almost makes me jealous. Everyone deserves to have a friendship like Matt and Blaine.

I do have that one good and wonderful friend, but she goes to school across the country. I’ve made friends here, but I’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Matt since we started dating and I miss the camaraderie of a best friend. Someone who accepts you and loves you and is there for you.

I wonder if Rachel’s in the market for a friend. Maybe we could go get manicures. Because talking to Matt about food, guitars and Blaine’s love life gets old sometimes.

~~~~~

Thanksgiving sneaks up on Blaine while he’s busy being happy. He and Kurt book the same flight to Ohio on Tuesday afternoon before the holiday. The boys decided to get the meeting of parents out of the way within a several hour time period. So, the plan is dinner with the Andersons and then Blaine will drive Kurt to Lima, where he’ll stay the night and drive back home later on Wednesday.

Blaine’s mom is waiting for them at baggage claim. Her face breaks into a grin as she catches sight of Blaine. Blaine points her out to Kurt and as they approach his heart is hammering in his chest. He’s not sure why though, he knows his mom is going to love Kurt.

Kurt’s not sure how he imagined Blaine’s mom, but she’s taller than he expected, maybe a smidge taller than Blaine, even. She has short, dark hair and a smile so much like Blaine’s that Kurt can’t stop looking at it

“Oh, Bud!” Blaine’s mom exclaims, putting her hands on both his cheeks and kissing his forehead. “I’m so happy to see you.” She squeezes him into a hug. When she lets go, she turns to greet Kurt.

“And this must be the Kurt I’ve been hearing so much about!” His mom says as she shakes Kurt’s hand. “I’m Michelle Anderson.”

“Actually, this is Andy, mmmmmy other bb-bb-boy-friend,” Blaine says quietly, with laughter in his voice.

“Are you being a smart aleck?” She asks first Blaine, then turns to Kurt again and asks him “Is Blaine being a smart aleck?”

Kurt smiles and says “I believe he is. He does that sometimes.”

“He doesn’t really,” she responds. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him say anything remotely smart aleck-y in his life.”

She smiles at Blaine and says “I like it. Keep it up.” Blaine laughs at that and gives his mom an extra squeeze around her shoulders.

“So, Kurt? Are you hungry? I left Blaine’s brother at home cooking who knows what. But he insisted.”

“Starved,” Kurt responds.

~~~~~

A moment of Kurt

I LOVE BLAINE’S MOM.

~~~~~

The car ride to Blaine’s house is companionable and the three make happy small talk for the duration. When they arrive at the house, they enter through the side door to the smell of cooking meat and tomatoes.

“Let’s see what Cooper’s cooked up in my absence,” Blaine’s mom says over her shoulder.

“Whatever it is, it smells good,” Kurt declares as they walk into the house.

They enter the kitchen then and Kurt gets his first look at Blaine’s brother.

~~~~~

A moment of Kurt

He is dreamy.

~~~~~

Kurt’s eyes go wide when Blaine’s brother puts his hand out to shake. “Hi, I’m Cooper.”

“Nice to meet you,” Kurt says, hoping that his voice is even.

Cooper leaves everything simmering on the stove and the four of them sit down at the kitchen table, chatting, Cooper chiding Blaine for growing his hair even longer.

“I-I-I-I like it like this,” Blaine remarks, ducking his head, running a hand through his curly hair.

“I don’t know how I feel about it,” Kurt says with pursed lips. Blaine shoots him a knowing look. Kurt’s only downplaying his opinion to get under Blaine’s skin. It’s not working.

“It’s ss-so easy to tay-tay-take care of!” Blaine says.

“It is a bit long, but if you like it,” Blaine’s mom intones, in a most mom-like fashion.

“Let’s, uh, change the ss-ss-subject.” Blaine is literally squirming, as he tends to do when the topic of conversation turns to him.

“Gregory should be home any second,” Michelle says, glancing at the clock. “We’ll be able to eat soon.” At that moment they hear the garage door start to open.

~~~~~

A moment of Kurt

I am a little bit scared.

~~~~~

Blaine’s dad comes through the door then and is not at all the man Kurt was expecting.

He’s shorter than Blaine, filling out around his stomach in a decidedly middle-age spread. His clothes are impeccable, but the thinning hair and outdated glasses almost make him look comical to Kurt. He’s certainly not the imposing figure that Kurt had built up in his mind.

“Hello, family,” he says eyes looking at each of them in turn.

“Blaine, good to see you, and you too Cooper,” he gives both boys a hearty looking shoulder squeeze.

“Is this Kurt then?” He asks. And in that moment, Kurt realizes that Blaine’s dad is nervous. The way his hands are fluttering and his eyes are unfocused, his mannerisms are so much like how Blaine acts when he’s ill prepared for a situation.

Kurt stands to shake the man’s hand, and looks him directly in the eye. At Kurt’s full height, he nearly towers over him. Kurt makes a point of tipping his chin up a bit and keeping his neck long, but he smiles his most winning smile.

“Yes, Kurt Hummel,” and for good measure he adds, “sir.”

“Greg Anderson,” Blaine’s dad says. “Pleasure to meet you.” He seems to be having trouble maintaining eye contact, but the handshake is firm, which leads Kurt to believe his issue is internal, rather than with Kurt specifically.

“So, something smells quite wonderful in here,” Greg says.

“Yes, Cooper made dinner while I picked up the boys at the airport,” Michelle replies, as she stands up, she gives her husband a small smile and a quick pat on the arm. They exchange something briefly using only their eyes and Kurt thinks he just learned an awful lot about Blaine’s family dynamics.

Kurt is definitely looking forward to their two hour drive together later that evening, that much is for sure.

~~~~~

After goodbyes and thanks yous and we must do this agains, Kurt and Blaine are finally on their way to Lima.

Kurt hears Blaine’s mom whisper as they’re leaving, “You sound incredible, Bud. Your speech is the best I’ve ever heard it.” Blaine smiles and hugs her a little tighter.

“I’ll ss-see you tomorrow,” Blaine says and with that the boys make their way to the car.

As soon as they shut both doors, Blaine turns to Kurt and says “I, I, I have absolutely nah-no idea who those people ww-were!”

“What do you mean?”

“That wah-was nnnnot my family. They were like, like, uh, smiling and happy to ss-see each other and downright pleasant to be, be, be, be around. Wait. No. I take that bah-bah-bbback, that was not my dad. My mmmmom and Cooper are pretty mm-muh-much like that.”

Kurt’s eyes go wide, “Your dad was one of the top 10 most surprising things that has ever happened to me in my life.”

“I KNOW!” Blaine yells, as he backs the car out of the driveway. “It was soooooo weird. I-I-I-I don’t even know how to explain it. Bbbb-bah-but like even the way he, he, he was treating my mah-mom and Coop. Just... weird. Different. Good. Weird.” Blaine says these words like he really can’t settle on a decent assessment of the situation, which is completely understandable.

“Well, whoever it was, he didn’t seem so bad,” Kurt says.

“I’ll keep you ppp-posted. This could buh-be a fluh-fluke.”

“I really like your mom. I like that she calls you bud, my dad always calls me bud,” Kurt says, feeling like he’s babbling a bit. He can tell Blaine’s mind is all over the place right now and he’s not sure how to assuage him.

“Yeah, I-I-I like my my mmmom a lot. I have no idea wha-what to think of mmmy dad though. So weird.”

“I hope my family hasn’t changed personalities since I last saw them.”

“That was like... bah-bah-bizarre. Like pod people. Or pp-pod pp-person.”

Kurt remembers that what he wanted to tell Blaine earlier. “He was nervous.”

“Who?”

“Your dad. He was nervous.”

“No way,” Blaine scoffs and shoots Kurt a look of pure surprise.

“I know a thing or two about what Anderson’s are like when they’re nervous and your dad was nervous. Not the whole time, just at the beginning. He was doing a lot stuff that you do.”

They’re at a red light, so Blaine turns to raise his eyebrows at Kurt, in his usual questioning, but speechless, gesture.

“He couldn’t maintain eye contact, his hands were fluttering and his palms were sweaty.”

Blaine makes a considering noise as he merges onto the highway. “He stah-stah-stuttered as a kid, but, but, but, but he, uh, grew out of it.”

“You never told me that. Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t rr-rr-rr-really like talking about him. And I dah-don’t like talking about mm-mm-my fucked up relationship with him. But, but, but, uh, I know a bah-big reason our relationship is so fucked up is be-be-be-because he ssssstuttered.”

“It does kind of explain a lot Blaine.”

Kurt watches Blaine’s Adam’s apple bob for 30 seconds, maybe even a full minute, his lips moving with nothing coming out. He squints his eyes at the lights of oncoming traffic and starts turning the car to the side of the road. He puts the car in park and takes a deep breath, his eyes trained on the steering wheel.

Blaine starts, “I know. I know it explains … pretty much everything. Part of why I dddidn’t bbb-br-bring up my dad’s ssstutter is because I knew we wwwwould have to talk about it in terms of my, my, my ssstutter. And sometimes I-I-I-I get tired of talking about mm-my speech.”

“We don’t ever have to talk about your speech, if you don’t want to. But I like learning about what you’re doing in therapy. I like not just seeing your progress, but I like hearing you talk about it.”

Blaine can’t help but smile at Kurt, because he knows that’s the truth.

“I know. And I ww-will keep telling you about it. The other part of why I never told you about mm-my dah-dah-dad’s sss-sss-stutter is that I knew it would mmmake him ssseem l-l-l-like even a, a, a wah-worse person than he mmmight originally seem. I was kind of, um, protecting him.”

It’s Kurt’s turn to employ a speechless questioning look.

“Like, the fact that he used to ssstutter and isn’t … compassionate about mmmmy st-st-stutter mah-makes him a complete … douchebag.”

“Yes, that is a succinct way to put it. But why would you protect him?”

“Honestly? I dah-don’t know. When I-I-I-I figure it out I’ll give you a heads up.”

“I hate what happened between you and your father in the past, but you can always talk to me about anything. I can tell you that your dad does seem to be trying. My dad always says you can tell a lot about a person by their handshake. And your dad’s was firm and sincere.”

Blaine makes a noise deep in his throat. The one that Kurt knows is accompanied by a blinking, head shake, lip twitch, even if he can’t see it in the darkened car. Blaine’s shoulders hunch in a way that makes Kurt’s heart ache, like he’s preparing to cave in on himself. Kurt senses that Blaine is very close to falling apart.

Kurt takes Blaine’s hand in his. He brushes Blaine’s knuckles and the calluses on his fingertips and rubs circles on his palm. Blaine’s hand is limp in Kurt’s, as though he doesn’t even really have the strength to respond. Kurt’s prepared to be quiet and allow Blaine all the time he needs to get through his thoughts and all of the emotions he must be dealing with.

Blaine sighs quietly and shakes himself out of his reverie. He uses his free hand to swipe over his face and rubs at his eyes. He inhales sharply through his nose, squeezes Kurt’s hand and looks at him. “Ok,” he says, bobbing his head.

“Ok, what?” Kurt asks confusedly.

“Ok, let’s keep mah-moving.”

“Seriously? Were you or were you not on the verge of a nervous breakdown?”

“What? No. I nnnneeded to, to, to uh, think.”

“Really? That’s it? You were pretty much freaking out, I thought you were going to like cry or something. And now you’re just... whatever?”

“I am just... whatever,” Blaine agrees with a shrug.

“Ok. So. That’s interesting. I guess we’ll continue.”

And they do.

~~~~~

As they draw closer to Kurt’s house, Blaine can sense that Kurt is excited to go home. They pull onto his quiet street and Kurt says “You can park in the driveway. No one is going anywhere tonight.” Kurt’s about to open his door and leap out, when Blaine puts a hand on his forearm.

Blaine is biting his lip. “Did you... did you ww-warn them?”

Kurt obviously knows what Blaine means and he realizes for the hundredth time how big of a deal this evening is for Blaine.

“No,” Kurt says gently. “I told my dad, but it was a while ago and in the context of a larger story. And I did tell Carole a lot about you and I mentioned your speech, but it wasn’t a warning.” Kurt quirks a little smile at Blaine and they both exit the car.

Blaine stops on the front walk and Kurt turns to him, “Don’t worry, they’re nice people. You’re going to love them.”

Blaine almost laughs at this. It never even crossed his mind whether or not he’d like Kurt’s family. They’re Kurt’s family, he’ll like them because of Kurt. Blaine has bigger concerns at the moment.

“Www-what if,” Blaine winces and squeezes his eyes shut. “www-what if they dd-don’t think I’m good enough for you?”

With the way Blaine’s confidence has been soaring the past few weeks, it’s been really easy for Kurt to forget how low Blaine’s self esteem can go. And right now it’s bottoming out in the middle of Kurt’s front walk.

“Please don’t worry about that. They’re going to like you, because I like you and I pretty much never bring guys home so they already know that you’re important.”

“Ok.” Blaine exhales, “One other thing. Wwwhat if I ss-ss-start ssssstuttering really bb-bb-bad or have a bb-bb-blah-block? Do you think it’ll www-www-weird them out?”

“I doubt it. But if you feel like you’re going to block or like you need my help or something, pinch my leg and I’ll cover for you.”

Blaine nods, though he still looks extremely nervous. Kurt throws an arm around Blaine and guides him the rest of the way to the porch.

They enter the house and Blaine can hear a tv in the distance and smell something sweet coming from what he assumes is the direction of the kitchen. It’s 10:30 at night and Blaine can’t help but feel like he’s imposing.

“Hello!” Kurt calls, as he motions to Blaine to drop his stuff by the stairs.

“Kurt!” comes a voice from the top of the stairs followed by a rumble of footsteps. A fairly hulking figure has made his way down to them and is currently squeezing Kurt into a nearly painful looking bear hug. Kurt doesn’t seem to mind. He’s definitely laughing.

~~~~~

A moment of Blaine

This guy is terrifying.

~~~~~

“Finn!” Kurt laughs as he pulls away. Then he turns to Blaine, who had been doing his finest impression of an inanimate object that’s also invisible. Kurt pulls him closer and introduces him to The Hulk, aka Finn.

“Finn, Blaine, Blaine, Finn.” Blaine takes a moment to surreptitiously swipe his hand on his jeans before shaking Finn’s hand.

“It’s good to meet you, man,” Finn says with a smile. Blaine nods and smiles, but before he has a chance to respond, Kurt’s dad is upon them, with his stepmother following close behind. While Kurt is embraced by his dad in what looks to Blaine like one of the best hugs ever, Kurt’s stepmom introduces herself.

~~~~~

A moment of Blaine

She should hug me. I would like to her to hug me.

~~~~~

“I’m guessing you’re Blaine,” she beams. “I’m Carole.” She puts her hand out to shake and Blaine nods again. He’s doing his best to keep a smile on his face, even though his cheeks are starting ache. It’s Carole’s turn to greet Kurt, so Blaine finds himself face to face with Kurt’s dad. Blaine is completely in awe of the man already, just from the things that Kurt has said about him.

~~~~~

A moment of Blaine

I feel like I’m about to meet a celebrity.

~~~~~

“Blaine, it is a real pleasure to meet you,” Burt exclaims as he literally pumps Blaine’s hand.

“Thank you, Mmmmister Hummel,” Blaine replies, letting his eyes drift to floor. He really didn’t want to stutter. He even practiced saying mister with Chad.

“Hey, call me Burt ok?” Burt says with a warm smile and a clap on Blaine’s shoulder.

“Sure,” Blaine sighs, knowing that will never happen. He couldn’t even say mister, he’ll never be able to say Burt. But he tries to push that thought out of his head and pay attention to everything that’s going on around him.

“We’ve heard a lot about you, Blaine,” Carole is saying. “I love the story of how you boys met. Like something out of a movie.”

“I-I-I-I know. Rr-rr-really wah-weird,” Blaine agrees. He side-eyes Finn when he talks, curious about his reaction to Blaine’s speech. But Finn seems to be caught up in trying to watch a tv that’s several rooms away.

“Yes, yes, it’s all very cute,” Kurt pipes up. “But do I smell pie? Like maybe apple pie?”

“Yes!” Carole says. “Apple pie. Would you boys like some?”

Blaine nods and smiles. He can do this. He thinks he can do this. He has Kurt with him and Kurt won’t let him flounder for words.

As Blaine walks into the kitchen he enjoys the banter of the people around him. He can tell from their small talk that Kurt’s is a family that likes and respects each other. Unfortunately, Blaine can feel a lot of his tics starting up and he hasn’t even tried to talk yet. His jaw is clenching and he’s blinking a lot.

Carole cuts everyone a nice hearty slice of pie and then offers ice cream and whipped cream.

The five of them sit down at the table and Burt goes into “dad question mode.” He asks Blaine how he likes the city, his classes, his major. He asks if Blaine’s a football fan, if he thinks Ohio has a shot this weekend, if he’s been to a game. Burt asks where he grew up, what his parents do, if he has any siblings.

~~~~~

A Moment of Carole

Oh, Burt honey. That’s a lot of questions you just asked him. Take a breather.

I wish I could think of someway to make this boy feel more comfortable. He looks absolutely terrified. Kurt said he’s very quiet, but I never expected him to look scared to be here.

~~~~~

Blaine fumbles for answers, not stuttering too badly, but strangers still make him uncomfortable. And even if this Kurt’s family, with his stepmom smiling encouragingly and his dad is asking interesting questions and his stepbrother zoning out making shapes in his melting ice cream, they’re still strangers. Blaine still has all of his usual hesitations around them, worrying that they think he’s stupid or rude when he doesn’t answer a question fully. He does his best, though. Because this is for Kurt.

After Burt’s rapid-fire questions, he seems to decide to let Blaine off the hook for a bit. So Blaine sits quietly and lets the conversation go on around him. He wants to talk, in fact, he’s gotten so used to talking lately that sitting here silently feels unnatural. But he’s so worried about the impression he’s making, that by the time he thinks of something to say, the conversation has moved on.

“Blaine,” Carole starts. “I’ve been meaning to tell Kurt that I have a cousin who stutters. He’s tried just about everything to get his under control, drugs, intensive therapy programs, but nothing ever seems to help him. I’m glad to hear that your speech therapy is going so successfully.”

Finn and Burt freeze with their forks halfway to their mouths and glance at each other. Blaine knows everyone assumes this is awkward for him, but he once again has a strong urge to hug Carole. The fact that she brought it up (and the fact that Kurt talked to her about) makes Blaine beam.

“I dah-don’t know if sss-sss-successful is the rr-rr-right word, yet. It’s going ww-ww-well though,” Blaine says shyly. He sighs and chances a look at the faces around the table. They’re all looking at him with curiosity now and Kurt’s face is full of encouragement. Kurt’s hand gives Blaine’s thigh a gentle rub.

“Just... ddd-ddd-don’t judge the process bb-bb-bb-by-by how I’m talking rrrrrr-right nah-now. I’m … a little nnn-nah-nervous, tonight. To sss-say the least.” Blaine punctuates that sentiment with a silly face and everyone has a good chuckle.

Kurt gives Blaine’s thigh a light punch under the table, which Blaine interprets as “Way to be charming!” Blaine responds with two light punches and Kurt interprets them as “I had no idea I could be charming!” Neither boy can stop smiling.

Suffice to say, things go much smoother after that.