A/N: This story is a continuation of "I Want You To Be," set the summer after that ends. While it is not strictly necessary to have read that in order for this story to make sense, I highly recommend it.

A huge thanks to my beta, alianne, who is responsible for 92% of the polish and 56% of the correctly used commas you see before you (any incorrectly used commas are completely my own).

And just so we're clear, I do not own Glee.

Interlude

Kurt was halfway to the front door before he realized Blaine wasn't following. After backpedaling to the car, Kurt tugged on the passenger side door handle.

Blaine had locked it from inside. Rolling his eyes, he pushed the unlock button on his keys. Quick as lightening, Blaine locked it again. After repeating the useless cycle a few more times, Kurt tersely rapped on the window.

"Blaine! You are being ridiculous." Kurt put his hands on his hips and leveled his boyfriend with his best intimidating glare. Blaine, for his part, resolutely stared straight ahead. Kurt growled.

"Blaine. Open this door right now." Blaine emphatically shook his head. Kurt sighed and went around to the driver's side door, unlocking it once more and climbing back into his Navigator next to his mute statue of a boyfriend. After spending a long moment with both of them looking straight ahead, Kurt began to speak again, his tone curt and the words clipped. He was trying very hard to be nice.

"I have absolutely no clue where you got this idea from, but you certainly aren't planning on letting go of it anytime soon, are you?" Kurt really wasn't looking for an answer, and was not stymied by the lack of response. Continuing, he tried, and failed, to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

"For Gaga's sake, Blaine, you've known my father for years. Never once has he threatened you with any bodily harm. I don't see why today should be any different."

"Of course it's different."

"Behold, a miracle. The mute speaks." Kurt commented sardonically. Blaine broke his forward stare briefly to give Kurt a withering glance.

"And exactly how many boyfriends have you brought home?"

"None, you know that."

"Exactly. So this is your father's first chance to pull out the shotgun and interrogation routine."

"He doesn't own a shotgun, Blaine."

Blaine continued as if he hadn't heard what Kurt said.

"In fact, I think the fact that you've denied him this for so many years is going to make it even worse. There may be flaying involved. Nope, I am not going in that house." Blaine turned to give Kurt his resolved face.

"Ok, then I'm just going to go in there myself. I am going to unpack my belongings, say hello to Finn, and then Carole and my father are going to want me to sit down with them at the kitchen table, have a tea party, and tell them all about my sophomore year at college."

Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"Ok, I'm not sure if the tea party bit is an attempt to screw with me or not, but that's a little ridiculous. They already know all about your year at college. You called them at least twice a week, and came home a few times every month. They are more involved in your life than any parents I've ever known."

Kurt looked down his nose at Blaine and his eyes turned slightly icier. Blaine knew that his implications were rapidly pushing him into dangerous territory.

"I assure you, Blaine, I am not screwing with you. My Dad and I are not exactly good at spending a lot of time away from each other, or at least we never used to be." Kurt's tone softened slightly. "It was just the two of us for so long, and having tea together whenever we did return from whatever separated us was a way to feel like a family again. Like it was the three of us."

Blaine spoke softly in understanding.

"Because you used to have tea parties with your mother too."

Kurt gave him the barest ghost of a smile to let Blaine know that he wasn't actually upset before continuing. As annoyed as he was, they knew each other too well to let spats like this one degenerate into real fights.

"And you're right, they already know everything that happened to me. Meaning they already know that we've been dating. For months. They expect you to come inside with me."

Blaine's eyes widened, almost comically as he got even more flustered.

"Meaning that your father has had all this time of knowing that his son has a boyfriend and not being able to intimidate and terrorize said boyfriend, and has been storing up all of his malicious energy for a perfectly timed and ferocious strike."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh. This conversation was beyond absurd.

"Right. So I guess you have two choices. Come inside and get it over with, or sit out in my car for the next 6 hours. I'll leave it up to you." With that, Kurt smoothly got out of the car and strode into his house.

I give him ten minutes.

...

Burt looked up and broke into a grin as his son came through the door and quickly ran into his waiting arms.

"Blaine?" Burt instilled volumes into that simple query. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Oh, he's hiding in the car." Burt barked out a laugh and gave his son a conspiratorial wink.

"I give him ten minutes."

...

Fifteen minutes later a sheepish curly head peeked into the kitchen. Burt briefly lowered his teacup and fixed the new arrival with an appraising stare.

"I'm impressed." Blaine hovered uncertainly, not knowing what to make of the statement.

"I'm sorry?" He asked finally. Burt smiled and instantly Blaine felt himself starting to relax.

"You held out a good five minutes longer than we gave you credit for." Burt was still smiling as he nodded to an open chair. Blaine slid into it gratefully, feeling himself return the smile. This sort of good-natured teasing he was used to handling in the Hummel-Hudson household. Carole winked at him as she passed him a cup of tea.

"Of course, this means I have higher standards to hold you to when I interrogate you on your intentions regarding my son later."

Blaine choked a little on his tea.

...

A couple of hours later, as the boys carried Kurt's belongings up to his room, Kurt noticed that Blaine kept shooting these little furtive glances over his shoulder.

"You know he was just teasing you, right?"

"What?" Blaine whipped himself back around to face his boyfriend, stumbling slightly into the wall as the box he was carrying threw him off balance. Kurt bit back a smile.

"He's not really going to interrogate you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Blaine sounded entirely unconvinced as he dropped the box and sat uncomfortably on the edge of Kurt's bed. Kurt took a minute to hang up the clothes he was carrying and then walked over to drop bonelessly onto the bed with his head falling onto his boyfriend's lap. Blaine gave a guilty little jump, his eyes instantly darting to the open doorway. Kurt closed his eyes briefly as he tried to keep his voice level.

"Blaine. This is going to be a very long summer if you refuse to even touch me with my father in the house."

"And since when is there any touching going on?" Burt's voice sounded from the doorway, rich with amusement, but from Blaine's reaction you would have thought the words had come from the devil himself. Blaine jerked wildly, nearly toppling Kurt off the bed and flailed his arms briefly before lacing his fingers at the back of his head, his hands as far from his boyfriend as possible. Belatedly realizing that this stance could be interpreted as one of enjoyment while his boyfriend's face was very close to certain parts of him, Blaine flushed deeply and crossed his arms stiffly across his chest. Kurt sat up and gave him an incredulous look. Burt took pity on the kid.

"Look, Blaine, you need to relax a little, son. Let's make something completely clear here." Blaine looked at him with slightly wild eyes, waiting for the axe to fall. "I have absolutely no problem with you dating my son. You're a good kid, and if you two hadn't figured it out on your own, I was firmly planning on locking you up here together this summer until you did." Burt was met with two identical, comical stares of shock and the beginnings of glee. He raised a cautioning hand.

"Now I'm not saying I'm too keen on the idea of coming home to you guys getting up to whatever it is you're going to be doing up here. So while Carole or I are home, the door stays open." Both boys continued looking at him, speechless. Burt sighed.

"Now, if you really want an interrogation, that can be arranged. But seriously kid, I was starting to think that if I looked at you the wrong way, you would be the next one with a heart attack in this house." Burt allowed himself a chuckle and was rewarded with smiles from both boys, genuine if still a little strained on Blaine's part. Burt paused on his way back down the hall.

"Oh, and Kurt? I'm going to be going on a trip Thursday until Sunday. Carole is planning on going with me, and while I trust Finn to be looking after the shop, I don't trust him to not spend every single night at Rachel's. I know you're an adult now, but I would personally feel better knowing you weren't alone in the house. Why don't you ask someone to stay with you? I think if he survives the stroke he's currently having, Blaine will probably be free." Smirking, Burt walked down the stairs. Torturing this kid was really too easy.