When Kurt pulled into the driveway of the address Blaine had given him, he felt that he must have taken a wrong turn onto Pennsylvania Avenue and ended up at the White House somehow. He already had enough trouble getting through the entrance gate, and the houses in the area were so grandiose that he was had missed the right streets a handful of times as he simply admired what a lot of money could buy. The house of the Buchanans lay at the end of a smooth stone driveway, where there was ample room for Kurt to park his tiny Honda Civic. "Great Gatsby…" He admired the beauty of the house and gardens as he walked up the front pathway in his dress slacks, matching black vest, tie and white dress shirt under his wool trench coat. He was almost intimidated by the pillars, stone and old-fashioned lanterns as he thought of his tiny, normal, house back in Lima. The doorbell toned a tune as Kurt waited, looking around at everything around him until the door was answered by a man in a suit. "Mr. Buchanan?" The man laughed.

"If only. They're waiting for you, sir. I'll take your coat for you." Kurt's eyes widened. A butler? How much expendable income did this family have? Was the Great Gatsby really a nonfiction story and these people were the product of old money piling on top of each other? How was Blaine as humble as he was with this surrounding him every day? So many questions filled his mind that he didn't even realize that the reason he came had appeared before him.

"Earth to Kurt, do we have a problem?" Blaine asked as he smiled. Kurt jumped and smiled at him, before he threw a hug around his savior. He felt Blaine chuckle deep in his chest as he tightened his arms around him. "I'm so happy to see you. You look dashing."

"You know, you should have told me just how much sticker shock I would suffer. I'm having some heart palpitations because of your butler." He saw the well dressed man walk by with a grin on his face at the comment.

"Oh, George has been with us for years. It's just like any other job he could have. Plus he says we give him some great benefits. Come on, my parents are in the living room." Kurt half expected Blaine to take his hand, but when they let go of each other, Blaine did nothing of the sort. Then the guest remembered what he had said about Mr. Thomas Buchanan. He was as conservative as they could come, and as tightly strung as a fiddle. His mother was more flexible, and allowed the dinner to happen in the first place.

Blaine took Kurt through the foyer and into a…drawing room? It was more elegant than any living room he'd ever seen, especially due to the lack of a television and the addition of framed paintings, antique furnishings, draperies and ornate rugs. The chairs and sofas were set for conversation, but Kurt couldn't see the faces of Blaine's parents when they walked in. Only when he sat down did he realize that his father looked like a young Robert Redford, with light, straight brown hair, piercing dark blue eyes and a handsome countenance, though he lacked a smile. His mother was equally beautiful, carrying herself regally with her blonde hair curled, and for a moment Kurt thought that was where Blaine got his curls, but upon closer examination, he could see that they were too neat to be natural, unless she was a goddess, which may have been very likely with her flawless figure in a pale blue dress that fit perfectly with her porcelain skin, and her pearly white teeth that smiled elegantly at him.

"So you're Kurt. Blaine has spoken quite highly of you."

"Thank you Mrs. Buchanan. Your son has really been a great example to me." He swore he heard his father grumble and turn away just slightly, on the opposite side of the couch from his wife, but she didn't seem to notice, so Kurt let it slide. "Your house is quite beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."

"I wouldn't imagine that there are many homes like this in Kansas." Blaine shifted uneasily in his chair.

"If you mean Lima, no there aren't. Then again, what can you expect from a city named after a bean?" The woman laughed, but Blaine's father didn't so much as lift the corners of his mouth in a smile. Kurt cleared his throat and crossed his legs, at least until Mr. Buchanan drilled his stare into Kurt. He uncomfortably set his feet flat on the ground, because it was easier than crossing his legs the manly way. Thankfully, George came in just as things began to get uncomfortable.

"The first course is about to be served, madam." She smiled at George, and stood up with as much elegance as she sat. "Well, there's no use in letting the food get cold." Mr. Buchanan stood up, but only after Blaine and Kurt had left the room and entered the formal dining room, with four places set, with multiple forks, several plates and a bowl, as well as a wine glass. Blaine and Kurt sat across from each other, while his parents flanked the ends. George took the bowls from each setting, and returned shortly after with them filled with a soup that made Kurt's mouth water. He waited for everyone to get their portion, as well as a breadstick, before he took up his spoon, at least he thought it was the right spoon until Blaine picked up the larger spoon off his setting, and smiled at Kurt, but no words were exchanged between the family while they ate. Kurt didn't like that at all. When he ate with his father, that was when they had the most conversation, and they learned about each other's days, future plans, and how they were doing in general. Kurt fidgeted under the table.

"This room is very nice-"

"You've already said that." Kurt turned toward Mr. Buchanan, who merely kept sipping his soup as if nothing had been said. He wasn't going to let Blaine's father beat him like another bully.

"What kind of business are you in, Mr. Buchanan?" Kurt asked as he mimicked the man's expression and kept eating. He didn't answer, so his son answered for him. "He's a Congressman." Kurt choked and looked at the man.

"Sorry, wrong pipe."

"Do you know anything about your government, boy?"

"I'll admit that I don't know too much, but I chose not to, because the government is so restrictive on people like your son and I." He grumbled.

"Well, change is only brought on by knowledge and understanding." Kurt could have retorted with several phrases, but this was a fancy dinner with the one he secretly loved, so he kept his mouth shut.

Dinner passed without a hitch, mostly because the Congressman was silent. Blaine's mother was a pleasant woman, and while she seemed to lack a voice a true voice in the relationship, she spoke to Kurt more freely than her husband. Once Kurt had figured out which utensil belonged to which dish, and was full after the soup, salad, entrée and dessert, the family moved out of the dining room and back into the drawing room, where George had lit a fire. Kurt and Blaine were still forced to the two separate chairs across from the adults on the sofa, but after a cup of coffee, Blaine stood.

"It wouldn't be a complete trip to our house if you haven't seen my room, Kurt." After almost an hour of silence, Mr. Buchanan spoke out.

"Oh no, nothing you can say or do can't be said or done in front of us!" Kurt turned fuchsia, and almost instinctively turned toward Mrs. Buchanan for help.

"Settle down, dear. Blaine wouldn't do such a thing." The color of both of their cheeks darkened red even further. "Go ahead, darling." Blaine nodded, and the two boys quickly exited the room. Blaine took him up the grand staircase, across the catwalk, down the hall and to the last door on the right, where a plate engraved Blaine Andrew Buchanan was bolted on the dark wooden door. When he opened it, Kurt just about fainted. It was the most amazing bedroom he'd ever seen in real life. It was cozy, yet elegant with its velvet drapes, Victorian furnishings and a heavily covered four poster bed. "Wow…I can't believe you traded this for a Dalton dorm room."

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I haven't been very vocal about what happened to me, but now I think that you have a right to know."

So, first chapter! Before anyone says anything, I KNOW that Blaine's popular last name is Anderson. I'm just taking creative liberty while he is technically still lastnameless and calling him Buchanan, after the family in the Great Gatsby, yes. Reviews make me update faster, please tell me what you think!