A family of three were waiting on the porch. There was a sweet looking woman in a flowery dress and a tall, lanky man next to her. A burly, huge man with a baseball cap steeped up and shook everyone's hand. "I'm Burt. This is my wife Carole and my step-son Finn. I'm glad you could come."

"Nice to meet you," Blaine said happily, shaking their hands.

They drank tea on the back porch. "So, Cooper lives in California?"

"Yes," Blaine replied. "He's lived there for eight years. I, personally, like New York better."

"Is he planning on settling there?" Carole asked, not exactly keen on the idea of her step-son being so far away.

"Cooper really likes it there. He excels at his work and I don't think he could get used to living in Ohio again. It's best if he stays in California," Blaine said, trying not to disappoint, but knowing Cooper wouldn't think twice about moving back to dull, dreary Ohio.

"Well," Finn mused. "Kurt's not exactly a big fan of Ohio either so he'd get where Cooper's coming from. He's too in love with where he lives in New York."

'So his name's Kurt? And he lives in New York, too?' Blaine had a good feeling about this. Why would Finn tell him his brother's name otherwise?

"He'll come here for the wedding though, right?" Burt asked, eyes narrowing.

"Of course!" His mother responded with a laugh.

"Well, if he lives in California, he should stay there," Carole said, eating a cookie. "Me and Burt went there for our honeymoon a couple years back. It was amazing!"

"Cooper shares the same sentiment," Blaine laughed good-naturedly.

"It's the reason when we saw your ad that we got excited," Burt said. "We had such a good time there, even though it's farther away than New York. Plus, we don't think New York's such a great place for him right now," he shared a secret look with Carole that made Blaine confused. "It'd be great to visit them there if this arrangement goes well."

Blaine almost squeed with happiness.

"Oh! Here's Kurt with the tea now," Carole said, sitting up as her step-son came into view.

Blaine kept talking about California with Burt as Kurt passed cups of tea to everyone. "Tea?"

"Thank you," Blaine said, taking a cup off the tray. He looked up to properly thank him.

'Oh shit,' he thought, his heart jumping to his stomach.

Standing in front of him was none other than Kurt Hummel.

The Kurt Hummel. The big Broadway star. The hugely famous Broadway star who was now in television and movies and had his own fashion line everythign else.

He had been so shocked that he let his tea spill onto his lap. He didn't feel the hot, scalding beverage until Carole screamed. "Oh no!"

"Kurt, go help him clean up," Burt ordered, grabbing a handful of napkins to clean down the chair.

"Of course!" A lithe, nimble hand grabbed his arm with forcefully and dragged him inside the house to the guest bathroom.

Kurt made sure the door was locked tightly before rounding on him.

Both at the same time said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Because, even worse than finding out your brother might be getting married to a super-famous star was that you'd actually met before.