Hey all! This is just a short little Klaine two-shot fluff, hope you like it. Things are a little crazy with school right now but I hope I'll have the next part up by this time next week at the latest... And I just realized that this time next week (well, plus 12 hours) I will be watching the season 3 premier! SO freaking excited... anyone else?

"Kurt, I have a question to ask. And I don't want you to feel pressured, you don't have to say yes. It's just, you know, if you want to." The two teenage boys were lying on a blanket in the park side by side, hand in hand. They had just finished a picnic that Blaine had surprised Kurt with for their three month anniversary. The sounds of dogs barking and kids laughing were brought to them on the light summer breeze, rustling through the bushes surrounding their semi-secluded spot.

"What is it?" A slight frown crossed Kurt's lips as he tried to figure out what Blaine was about to ask him as he turned on his side to face his boyfriend. Blaine also rolled over to face him.

"Well, my older sister, Kendra, is getting married next month, and, umm, I was wondering if you'll be my date? Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine." He ran a hand through his un-gelled curls, suggesting nervousness.

"Of course I want to go, I love weddings!" His eyes glittered as a grin lit up his face. "I'm so excited! Is it an outdoor wedding? Outdoor weddings are so beautiful." In his excitement, Kurt almost forgot about Blaine's hesitance in bringing it up, but when he remembered, his eyebrows creased in concern. "Wait, you know I love weddings, why did you think I wouldn't want to go?"

"We've talked about my parents," Blaine started slowly. His parents were the only thing that Kurt had a hard time getting Blaine to open up about; everything else in his life was an open book. But Blaine was ashamed that his family wasn't as open and accepting as Kurt's was, and didn't like to talk about it. "The thing is, it won't be just them. Kendra's fiancée, James, is from a well-off family too, and all of those people tend to be pretty intolerant." Blaine blushed. Okay, there was one other thing; Blaine hated talking about his family's money, and tried to distance himself from 'those people' whenever possible. "You know that Kendra is dying to meet you. It's just, there's going to be a lot of people there who won't approve of us… " Kurt frowned. "And that's not what's bothering me! I don't care what people think about us. I would love for you to be there with me. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You are going, right?"

"Of course, it's my sister's wedding."

"Then I will be there with you."

Blaine smiled at his boyfriend's courage. "Thank you," he said, placing a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. "I love you."

"I love you." Kurt kissed Blaine back slightly more heatedly, and was glad his boyfriend picked a more isolated area for their picnic.

"Blaine, I know you don't like to talk about this, but how freaking rich is your family?" Kurt had been dying for a moment to talk to Blaine alone since the beginning of the ceremony. It was a beautiful ceremony, with hundreds of guests (almost all of which were dressed in designer clothes, including the children), but what really caught Kurt's eye was the dress. "I'll hang myself with my Hermes scarf if that wedding dress isn't a Sarah Burton original."

"Who?"

"Sarah Burton. Creative director of Alexander McQueen. She had designed for Michelle Obama and Lady Gaga, and she designed Kate Middleton's wedding dress!" Kurt's voice was getting higher and higher as he got more excited.

"Very impressive. I'll be even more impressed if you can manage to pass on your impeccable fashion sense and knowledge to my brother."

Kurt spun around to end up face to face with the blushing bride herself. "You must be Kurt. Blaine has told me so much about you." She drew him in to a warm embrace. "And you're absolutely right, it is Sarah Burton."

"You are absolutely stunning, Kendra," Kurt gushed, "and that dress is astounding."

"Thank you, Kurt. I would pretend to be modest, but I'm a terrible actress, and I know I'm fabulous."

"It's your wedding day, you are not allowed to be modest."

"What a charmer. I shall have to scold Blaine for not introducing you to me sooner."

"Uh, guys, I'm right here."

"Oh, hush, Blaine," both his sister and his boyfriend said at the same time, then giggled together as Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Oh, but Kurt, it was so nice to finally meet you, and you must chat with me later on, but I need to steal my brother now for the photos."

"Only if you promise to bring him back."

"But of course." Kendra winked at Kurt then whisked away, with Blaine trailing behind muttering about talking about him like an object.

Kurt grinned while helping himself to an hors d'oeuvre. This wedding was turning out to be pretty good.

Blaine groaned as he looked towards Kurt, trying to hide his face. "Crap."

"What?"

"See the lady over there in the pink dress talking to the young blonde girl? She's going to try to set me up with the blonde. This happens every time." The boys had just finished desert when Blaine made the observation.

"What do you want to do?"

"Run." Blaine got out of his seat and Kurt followed suit, but Blaine stopped. "Too late, she saw me. Plan B."

"I'll follow your lead." Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, then started walking towards the women already headed their way with a big fake smile plastered on his face.

"Auntie Helen, so good to see you." Blaine gave the older woman a kiss on the cheek and a one-armed hug, not letting go of Kurt's other hand. She started to speak, but Blaine cut her off, "I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend, Kurt."

Helen Anderson stared at her nephew, mouth gaping, "Umm, Blaine, this is Roxy." She put a hand on Roxy's back and propelled her forward.

"Hey, you're hot, wanna buy me a drink?" Roxy asked Blaine, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"It's an open bar," Blaine responded curtly, before addressing Kurt. "Kurt, honey, this is my Aunt Helen." He let go of Kurt's hand and promptly put that arm around Kurt's waist. Kurt was still trilling inside from the endearment, that was the first time Blaine had called him honey (even if it was part of an act), as he slid his arm around the shorter boy's waist.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." Kurt stuck out his unoccupied hand. Helen stared at it for a moment, before briefly shaking his fingers, retreating her arm quickly.

"Isn't he sweet?" Blaine cooed, kissing Kurt's temple. The older woman stared at them a moment longer, before stalking off without saying a word. Kurt could feel Blaine deflate beside him. "Come on, let's get out of here for a bit, people are starting to stare." They manoeuvred around tables and guests, being stopped now and then by people wanting to say hello to Blaine, so there exit took longer than planned.

"Blaine." A sharp voice called as soon as they made it to the door. Blaine turned to see his father waiting for him.

"Yes, father?"

"Your aunt Helen just told me you have been making a scene with your friend here.

"That's not true. I was simply introducing my boyfriend to her. By the way, dad, this is my boyfriend, Kurt."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Anderson."

"Hm. Blaine, don't do that anymore."

"Dad, don't ignore my boyfriend. And don't do what?"

"Don't introduce him as your boyfriend. And stop holding his hand." Kurt felt like he was invisible, like nobody noticed he was still standing there. In fact, Kurt wished that he could just disappear right now and not be the cause of the argument that was going on around him.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no. Kurt is my boyfriend, I am proud of him and I am not going to hide him as if I was embarrassed or ashamed by him." Kurt could feel Blaine's hand shaking in his as he tried to maintain his composure. He squeezed his hand in encouragement and Blaine squeezed back in acknowledgement.

Mr. Anderson took a menacing step toward the couple, pointing a finger in Blaine's face. "You listen to me, son—"

"Daddy." Kendra stalked toward the trio, clearly upset. "Surely you aren't going to cause a scene on the night of your only daughter's wedding. Are you?"

"Certainly not, princess. I was simply asking the boys nicely to tone down the PDA."

"Why?"

"Well I hardly think it is appropriate."

"Why not? I think it is perfectly appropriate for a couple to show their love for one another on a night that is set aside specifically to celebrate love." She said it so matter-of-factly that her father couldn't argue with her. "And I hope you are not embarrassing our family in front of my new friend." She stood on Kurt's other side and, to Kurt's surprise, grabbed his free hand. Mr. Anderson turned bright red, and stalked away angrily.

Kendra turned to face both of them. "You boys aren't leaving are you? I won't have that."

"No no, we're just going out for some fresh air. I promise we'll be back. And thanks, Kenny."

"No problem, munchkin. Let me know if dad gives you any trouble again. And I fully expect a dance from both of you." She smiled at them and they both grinned back before she skirted away, and they turned back towards the doors.

Blaine moved his arm around Kurt's waist as he steered them out of the reception hall into the cool summer night, to a bench not far from the doors. "Sorry about that." Blaine sighed, putting his face in his hands. The grounds were empty except for a few people milling on the other side of the door smoking, and some giggling coming from some bushes further away.

"About what?"

"Parading you around like that just to make a statement. It was awful, and I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure they got the hint."

"It's okay." Kurt put rested on hand on Blaine's back, the other on his knee. "I'll forgive you, if…" Blaine looked up at him expectantly, "if you start calling my honey for real. And/or any other endearments you so choose."

Blaine grinned. "Whatever you say, Kurtsie-pie."

"Okay, except that."

"If you insist, schnookums."

"Or that."

"Your wish is my command, snoogly-goo."

"Now you're just being weird." Kurt slapped Blaine playfully. "Remind me to never give you creative licence." Blaine laughed and captured Kurt's lips in a spirited kiss, wrapping his arms around him.

Kurt turned slightly to lean back against Blaine's chest, and Blaine sighed despondently and laid a gentle kiss in his hair. "What's on your mind?"

"I… It's just, I'm so used to my family treating me like this, like I'm not worth anything. It doesn't even really bother me anymore. But seeing them treat you like that, I—I just can't handle it. You—I… You mean so much to me Kurt, and I won't let them hurt you."

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too, honey."

Kurt stood up and extended his hand to Blaine, "Ready to go back in there and face your next wearisome relative?"

"With you, I'm ready for anything." They strode hand in hand back through the doors of the hall.

Not to bribe you or anything (I'm totally trying to bribe you), but Part II will come faster if you review more. ;)