During his time in high school, Kurt had been slammed into locker doors like a million times.

And now it was happening again.

It wasn't quite the same experience though, because he was being pressed against it by a hot doctor who was doing his best to devour Kurt's face.

And Kurt was reciprocating like a madman.

He loved the way Blaine tasted. He loved the way Blaine smelled. Kurt was very picky about scented shower gels, but whatever the hell Blaine was using drove him wild.

They continued like that for a couple of minutes.

Blaine slipped one hand under the hem of Kurt's tunic, and started to caress the small of his back.

"Hmmmmm... I really like those nurse's uniforms... easy access!" He chuckled lowly and pressed his mouth onto Kurt's shoulder.

"Blaine..." Kurt gasped.

"What?" Blaine grunted, as he was trying his best to give Kurt a hickey on his collarbone.

"Somebody is going to walk in any minute... we need to... FUCK! You just bit me!" Kurt fisted Blaine's hair and pulled him off.

"What?" Blaine panted. "Relax! Nobody's going to walk in on us, baby, this is the men's locker room and we're the only two male staff members on this floor, remember? Barry has been on sick leave since January and Jonathan isn't on duty right now."

Blaine was about to continue his artwork on Kurt's shoulder, but was stopped mid-motion.

"Don't..." Kurt said. "This may be the men's locker room, but if we don't get our asses over to the staff room, Jenny is going to come looking for us. We're already late."

Blaine dropped his head and groaned. "Fine... let's go..." He pulled back, but not before giving Kurt another quick peck on the lips.

"Um... Blaine... You might want to look in the mirror... your curls have escaped their jail and are now fleeing in random directions..." Kurt giggled, pulling at one of the curls.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and looked at Kurt. "Well, you could use a comb too, you look like one of those... what are they called... Furby's..."

Kurt shrieked and bolted towards the sink to look in the mirror.

"Oh my GOD! You are never touching my hair again!" He tried to repair the mess. If he went into the staff room looking like this, his coworkers would no doubt suspect him of having sex in the locker room.

They already did anyway.

"Um... Kurt...?" Blaine asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" Kurt was focusing on an unkempt lock of hair next to his left ear.

"So... about tonight... should I be worried, or what?" Blaine stood next to the sink, leaning against the wall.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't think so... I mean, my dad can be really protective about me, but he's a good man. Why should you be worried?"

"Well, if your first reaction to my family situation is any indication..." Blaine threw Kurt a nervous look.

Kurt stopped his attempts to rescue his hair and turned towards Blaine.

"Look… again; I'm sorry about that. It was a knee-jerk reaction. I can't guarantee you my dad won't do the same. But I can promise you that I will stand up for you. That I will stand up for us. And I'm sure my dad will end up realizing what an amazing man you are. We might be very different, but we are father and son, and we see eye-to-eye. So don't worry. Okay?"

Blaine nodded. "As long as he doesn't chase me with a shotgun..."

"Oh, don't worry, baby," Kurt looked back into the mirror, "it's not like he can still run as fast as he used to!"

"Stop fidgeting, Blaine..."

Kurt pulled up on the driveway of the Hummel-Hudson household, and turned towards Blaine, who looked like he was going to pass out.

"Everything is going to be fine! But seriously, I'm going to say this one last time; that tie needs to go."

"Fine!" Blaine relented, as he loosened the tie and pulled it over his head to throw it in the backseat.

"Better, only..." Kurt reached for Blaine's shirt collar and loosened two buttons. "There; much better. There's no need to be so formal. It's just us; just my family."

"I know Kurt; you must think I'm nuts or something. It's just that... well... the last time I did this kinda thing, it didn't go too well. I had to tell the parent's of my girlfriend I'd knocked their daughter up... That wasn't the best night of my life..." Blaine looked really distressed.

Kurt smirked. "Well, that's one thing you won't have to worry about now, is it?"

Blaine sighed. "So, exactly what do they know about me?"

"Not much... I just told my dad I wanted them to meet my new boyfriend. They know your name, your age, and that you're a doctor. That's it." Kurt reached out and stroked Blaine's cheek. "Come on, we should get inside. They heard the car arrive, and Finn's been spying on us from behind the curtain for the last five minutes."

Blaine nodded.

"Okay. Let's get this over with."

"Blaine... I'm Burt, nice to meet you." Burt said. They shook hands. "Have to say I was a bit surprised to learn my boy was bringing his boyfriend to dinner. How long have you been together now?"

"DAD! Can we at least sit down before you start with the Spanish Inquisition?" Kurt grumbled.

"Spanish what? Wait... I thought we were having roasted chicken for dinner?" Finn asked, looking confused.

"Oh hi, you must be Dr. Blaine!" Rachel chirped, coming out of the kitchen. "I'm Rachel Hudson, Finn's wife and Kurt's sister-in-law! I'm a singing coach, and I help all those talented kids out there to reach their highest potentials!"

"Yeah... um... that's Rachel." Kurt said. He leaned towards Blaine and whispered "She's a really nice girl; just avoid looking her straight in the eyes..."

"Ah..." Blaine said.

"And that's Finn, my brother." Kurt pointed towards his stepbrother.

"Nice to meet you." Blaine said, reaching out to shake Finn's hand.

"Hey man!" Finn crushed Blaine's hand in his. "Whoa, you're shorter than Kurt! And he's not even that tall!"

"Finn! Anyone is a midget in comparison to you!" Kurt huffed.

"Kurt, seriously... did you just call your boyfriend a midget?" Finn looked incredulous.

"Nooooo... I just-"

"Oh hello! You must be Blaine!" Carole came speeding out of the kitchen. She made a beeline towards Blaine and gave him a small hug and a peck on the cheek. "Welcome honey. Kurt told me so many good things about you."

Blaine smiled. This was the first of the family members who seemed somewhat normal. Maybe the others just had to grow on you.

Carole looked around. "Well, are we just going to stand around? Let's sit down on the couch!" She took Blaine by the arm and guided him gently to the living room. "What would you like to drink, sweetie? We have wine, beer, soda... anything else?"

Blaine shook his head. "Just a glass of coke, if you have any..."

"Sure! You just sit down; I'm going to get you a glass. Kurt? A diet coke for you?"

"Yeah, thanks Carole!" Kurt said, plopping down next to Blaine on the couch. "That's Carole, my stepmom, she's amazing." He whispered into his boyfriend's ear, rubbing his knee in reassurance.

Blaine nodded and smiled faintly.

"Relax..." Kurt nuzzled Blaine's cheek, "You should've seen the third degree Sam got when I brought him here. I'm just glad I'm not a sixteen-year-old anymore..."

"You're not helping to calm my nerves here..." Blaine chanted softly.

Kurt chuckled.

Finn took a seat next to Blaine.

"So, Blaine, you like football?"

Blaine nodded. "I do! I was a fan of the Buckeyes when I was in college. Too bad I don't have the time to follow it anymore."

Finn's eyes lit up. "Oh man, that's great! Has Kurt told you I'm coaching the high school football team at McKinley?"

"He has mentioned it to me. He told me you suffered a severe injury while you were in college?" Blaine asked, turning towards Finn.

"Yeah, that was the end of my football career. But I'm glad I got the offer to coach at McKinley. I mean, it's still doing what I love, and I don't want to sit in an office all day."

Kurt smiled as Blaine and Finn continued their animated conversation. Those two would clearly get along. His father was sitting in his usual chair, studying Blaine with an unreadable expression.

"Dinner is ready!" Carole announced, coming out of the kitchen, carrying a tray.

"See, Kurt?" Finn exclaimed, "I told you we were having chicken for dinner!"

"No, Rachel, for the last time, a mash up between 'It's raining men' and 'Umbrella' is NOT a good idea. What are you even doing to these kids?" Kurt was baffled.

"I am merely trying to call upon their inner creativity. Besides, they can get ordinary singing classes anywhere. I, however, like to add a little something more to my coaching sessions. I am working with the future stars of Broadway here!" Rachel pointed out.

Kurt sat back and rolled his eyes. Rachel was obviously still not over the fact that she'd never been allowed to take over glee club.

"The food tastes great, Mrs. Hummel." Blaine said.

"Thank you Blaine, but it's Carole!" She smiled. "And before he says anything," she waved her hand at Burt, "it's Burt too."

Blaine grinned. "Thanks, Carole..."

"So Blaine," Burt spoke up, "how long have you been working at the hospital?"

"Um... almost a year now... I lived and worked in New York before that."

"Oh? Why did you leave there? Seems like an amazing place to work..." Burt asked casually.

"Well... there were some changes in my personal life that prompted me to leave the city, and return here." Blaine tried to skirt around the subject.

"Really? What changes?" Burt was looking Blaine straight in the eyes.

"Dad, please-" Kurt whispered in a warning tone.

"No, it's okay, Kurt." Blaine put a hand on Kurt's knee in reassurance. Kurt immediately put his hand on top of Blaine's and gave him a gentle squeeze.

"I left New York after my divorce."

The silence was deafening. Everybody was gaping at Blaine.

After a few moments, Kurt snapped.

"For crying out loud, Finn, close your mouth, there's a chicken wing hanging out of it!"

Finn snapped his mouth shut and continued chewing.

"You were MARRIED? To a WOMAN?" Rachel shrieked.

"Rachel… hush." Carole said softly.

Blaine sighed. He might as well tell the whole story.

So he did.

Whatever awkwardness there had been after Blaine's initial confession, it quickly evaporated when he showed Kurt's family a picture of Lily.

"Awww, she's soooo cute!" Rachel gushed. "I want a little girl just like that!"

Finn almost choked on his drink.

"She's really pretty and adorable, you must be so proud!" Carole said, passing the picture towards Burt, who in turn smiled at it and then passed it back to Blaine.

"So... that's quite a story." Burt said, speaking up for the first time since they had ended their meal.

Kurt had been watching his dad closely as Blaine recounted his story, but his facial expression had been hard to read. He really didn't have a clue about his dad's feelings towards Blaine.

Burt stood up and gathered the empty plates. "Kurt, come help me in the kitchen, please."

But apparently, he was about to find out.

Kurt took a seat at the kitchen table, while Burt was putting the plates in the dishwasher.

"Dad?" Kurt said softly.

Burt closed the dishwasher and turned around to lean back against the counter. He looked at Kurt.

"Please say something..." Kurt pleaded.

Burt sighed and went to sit down on the chair across from Kurt.

"I'm not gonna lie, Kurt, I'm worried here."

Great.

Kurt huffed "Look dad, if this is about Blaine being bisexual or being divorced, please save your breath, and don't give him a hard time about it, because I already did that and I said the most stupid things to him, I mean, it's not like-"

"Kurt..."

"- he can control who he falls in love with, I mean who can? But the thing is-"

"KURT!"

Kurt snapped his mouth shut.

"Are you done? Can I say something now…?" Burt asked gently.

Kurt nodded.

"Look, I don't care if Blaine is bi or divorced, or if he once dated the seven dwarfs, I really don't give a rat's ass. His sexual preferences are none of my business. Neither is his past. What matters to me is the man he is now."

"But... what's the problem then?"

Kurt was confused.

"Kurt… remember when you decided to get that nursing degree? When I asked you why you wanted to do that? Remember your answer?"

"I do... I told you that taking care of someone else was all I could do anymore... it was all I had left that made any sense..." Kurt was staring at the table. His eyes were tearing up.

"Exactly." Burt reached out and put his hand on Kurt's. A small tear escaped Kurt's eye.

"Look son… I've seen how hard it's been for you ever since Sam got sick and died. You guys were so great together. And when he got sick… it all shifted towards you didn't it? My point is, Kurt, you have been taking care of others for so many years now… it's time somebody starts to take care of you for a change."

"And what makes you think Blaine won't do that?" he choked through his tears, that now fell freely.

"Kurt, I'm not saying this thing between you won't work out. I don't know that... I'm just saying I'm concerned. He's a doctor, he's always working, and his wife left him because was never at home. I'm not… I'm just worried… that's all."

"His wife left him because she was having an affair! Yes, he works hard… but he does take care of me, dad. He does… so much that it's getting awkward sometimes. Did you know he's taking me to New York next week?"

Burt raised his eyebrows in surprise. "New York, huh? That's… wow."

"Yeah… I told him about how I'd always wanted to go, and he moved heaven and earth to take me there. .. because he loves me, dad." Kurt's voice nearly broke.

Burt nodded, taking in Kurt's words.

"I just want you to be happy, son. That's all I want for you. You deserve to be happy."

"Blaine makes me happy. He loves me… he… he loves me" Kurt repeated, closing his eyes against the leaking tears.

"And you love him." It wasn't a question. Burt smiled in realization.

Kurt nodded, letting out a shuddering sigh.

"Yes… yes, I do"

Burt stood up and strode around the table.

Kurt rose from his chair and fell into his arms.

"Then love each other… and take care of each other. " He said to his sobbing son.

The rest of the evening went quite well. When Kurt came out of the kitchen, Blaine had thrown him a worried look, but Kurt had given him a small reassuring smile to signal that everything was going to be okay.

The family spent the rest of the time trying to get to know Blaine better, chatting amiably. The evening ended in a much lighter mood than it had started, and it was past 11PM when they finally left the house.

"So… um… is it safe to say that went reasonably well?" Blaine asked, as Kurt pulled out of the driveway.

"It did." Kurt said. He smiled, "Carole loves you already."

"Yeah, she's great. Finn and Rachel are really nice too… but… your dad? What did he say? Does he think I'm bad news?"

"No he doesn't. He was just a bit worried about me. We talked about it; it's okay. We have his blessing." Kurt chuckled.

"Thank God…" Blaine breathed. "Because he doesn't look like the kind of man I'd want to be on the wrong side of."

Kurt laughed. "Yeah..."

"So, Blaine… um… what about your parents? Do they know about me? Should we meet them?"

Blaine stared out of the window for a minute.

"They don't know yet. My parents have never been very supportive of my relationships with boys, when I was in high school. You should've seen their faces when I told them Liz was pregnant and we were going to get married. It was as if their prayers had been answered." Blaine sneered.

"I mean, I know they love me. But they always thought it was just a phase I was going through, and that my relationship with Liz meant I had finally seen the error of my ways, and I'd reverted to being a decent straight man."

"Oh crap, that really sucks." Kurt said.

"Yep. But I'm pretty sure my father is suspecting something. He has to, I mean, he's in the board of directors of the hospital, and you know how that guy in the cafeteria spread the news about me being gay…"

Kurt stopped in front of Blaine's apartment building. He pulled the handbrake and turned towards Blaine.

"So I take we're not going to meet them yet." Kurt said.

"I don't see the need. I don't really care what they think about it, but I don't want you to get hurt… Of course I'll take you to see them at one point… just… not yet, Okay?" Blaine looked embarrassed.

"Hey… it's okay…" Kurt cooed. He leaned into Blaine and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Blaine sighed softly and deepened the kiss, running his hand through Kurt's hair.

Kurt ran his hand over Blaine's hip, causing him to moan into Kurt's mouth.

"You want to come inside for a while?" Blaine murmured against the other man's lips.

Kurt pulled back and peered into Blaine's hooded eyes.

"Dr. Anderson… are you trying to seduce me?" he said in a low, sultry voice.

"Hmmmm… maybe… is it working?" Blaine raised one eyebrow.

"As tempting as it sounds… I can't. I have to work tomorrow morning, which means I have to get up in about six hours."

"I don't need six hours to have my way with you." Blaine smirked.

Kurt laughed. "Sorry, but I need my beauty sleep. You only have yourself to blame, you know. Jenny put me up for the weekend shifts, to make up for my days off next week." He grinned.

"Fuck…" Blaine said, "I did not think this through!"

"Don't pout. I'll make it up to you some other time. Now get out of my car so I can get home and go to sleep!" Kurt said, giving Blaine one last peck on the lips.

As Kurt watched Blaine walk away from the car, it took all of his willpower not to jump out of the car, bolt towards Blaine, and tell him those three words that had been on his mind all evening.

But he couldn't. Not yet.