This all started out with a discussion over Yahoo messenger with my Psychic Twin NeverTooOldToBeNerdy about our head canon on the Andersons. That mutated into a discussion on Burt and the Andersons meeting and having a "discussion" and then it turned into what may well be one of the longest and crackiest political affairs in history …. What was to be a one shot … will probably turn into a collection of related drabbles, written by one or both of us … So sit back and enjoy the fun, cause I am not sure if the Andersons will or not …. LOL

This is the rather … mundane … intro to the whole thing but we have PLANS people …

"Blaine, are you sure that you can't get out of that Glee club performance tonight because this dinner is really important to you Father and we would prefer if you were able to go with us" Blaine's mother asked through the door.

"Mom, I already told you, this isn't something that I would try and get of of even if I could. These are my friends and this is important to me too. You and dad go and have fun with your dinner and I am going to go perform and hang out with New Directions and I'll see you tomorrow"

"Blaine Anderson, when I agreed to let you transfer this year it was NOT with the intention of having you waste your time with a bunch of public school losers, singing and dancing when you could be doing something that could actually help you with your future" Blaine's father yelled through the door.

"Well you know what dad, I really don't care what your intentions were, this is who I am and what I enjoy so I am going to go finish getting ready at Kurt's and I'll see you when I see you" Blaine huffed as he walked past his parents and slammed the front door on the way out.''

"Julia, sometimes I just don't know what to do with him. When I was his age I already knew what I wanted to do with my life and I can't believe that he seriously wants to throw his away on that BOY and thinks that he can make a living singing and dancing. He needs to get serious, buckle down and make some serious decisions here."

"Honey I know you are concerned, but there isn't anything we can do at this point so let's just finish getting ready and head out for Columbus before we are late."

John and Julia Anderson were impressed when they walked into the Regency Ballroom at the Hyatt in Downtown Columbus that night. While not exactly political, they did understand the need to know the movers and shakers in local politics. They knew little to nothing about the man they had spent $1000 a plate to meet, but they had to admit that the event was beautifully handled and the ballroom wonderfully decorated.

The entire ballroom had been opened up and decorated in shimmering silver and muted blues. The chairs featured tapestry covers in the color scheme and the table settings were fine china ringed in silver. Along the left wall was a large buffet area and there was a stage at the front. Mrs Anderson thought that the congressman must have gone all out and hired one of the top decorators in the area with as coordinated and beautifully as the room was set up.

Stepping into the receiving line to meet the Congressman Mrs Anderson turned to her husband "Now just remember John, Congressman ... what was his name again? Well whatever it is, he is someone that we need to find a way to mingle with tonight. From the little I have read he is not a professional politician and his stands are very important the the people in the area. He is someone that an arrangement with can be mutually beneficial, both to your law office and to his political agenda. He needs to be made to understand that we are people that he wants on his side."

Mr Anderson leaned in to give his wife a chaste peck on the cheek "That is what I love about you my dear, you understand what is important and how to get there. I just wish our son would learn a thing or two from you before it is too late, he could be here rubbing elbows with some of the more important people in the area instead of off at that damn singing thing"

When the Andersons made their way to the front of the receiving line they were met by a stocky, balding man who looked decidedly uncomfortable in the tuxedo he was wearing. Standing next to him was a shorter woman with wavy hair in an amazing, obviously designer dress, though Julia couldn't place the maker. The man held his hand out to John and introduced himself.

"Glad you could make it, I'm Burt Hummel and this is my wife Carole, you are …?"

John shook his hand with a firm grip and replied "It is a pleasure to meet you Congressman Hummel, I am John Anderson and this is my wife Julia. We were so impressed by your recent campaign and when the opportunity came up to help support this worthy cause we just had to come and meet you."

Congressman Hummel replied "I am so glad to hear that John and call me Burt please. I was a little concerned as to the turn out tonight, I wasn't sure that the arts was an area that would have a lot of support and I was pleasantly surprised"

John and Julia just glanced quickly at each other before looking back at Burt "Of course the arts are important" John said quickly "My own son is a very talented singer and musician and as such it is my duty as a parent to do what I can to help in that area."

"I see he wasn't able to come with you this evening, or is he bringing up the rear tonight?" Burt asked

"No, unfortunately he is not political in the least and is off 'hanging' with friends this evening rather than supporting you and your cause, but then again you know how teenagers are?"

"You bet I do John, I have two of my own, well I have one and Carole has one, but they are both ours at this point. Speaking of which … Carole, where are the boys? I want them to meet the Andersons here"

"Not sure right off hand Burt, but I'll go find them, knowing Finn he's probably back in the kitchen trying to sneak some snacks in before they open the buffet and as to ..." the remainder of her statement faded into nothing as she walked towards the kitchens.

"I am glad to see that your children take an active interest in your political events Burt, it must mean a lot to you. I wish that my son was a bit more like yours it would seem, I mean he is a talented singer and all but I wish that he put a bit more stock into where he is going in his life and not into the so called friends that take up so much of his time. I am not sure how he plans to get anywhere in life if he refuses to learn the social necessities."

"Give him some time John, I am sure that he just needs to find something that catches his interest, I know that my son was very reserved for a long time and it is just recently that he has developed any political leanings at all, matter of fact he was one of my campaign managers as well as running for his own Sr Class President."

John Anderson was prevented from replying when the cry of "Finn Hudson, step away from the canapes, I spent too long in this kitchen cooking them for you to eat them all before the paying guests" rang out. He turned around and froze on the spot.

"Mr Anderson I would like for you to meet my son ..."

"Blaine"

"Kurt"

"Dad, Mom"

"Mr and Mrs Anderson"

John finally took a breath when he felt Burt Hummel's hand on his shoulder "So John, BLAINE is the son that you have been telling me all about? I never would have guessed. Boys, I think I saw Neil and David over by the buffet table, and they said they wanted to chat with you before the night was out. Why don't you go find them and make sure to set up so they can take some cake home for the kids. John ... we WILL be talking later ... Sir Elton, it is so nice to see you again ..."