(A/N: Hi! First glee story! For people reading this from the Wicked section, hi! It feels weird posting in a different category...Oh well. KurtxBlaine are currently my favorite couple...Though I personally am not too fond of their couple name, give it time though, it'll grow on me I'm sure. Well, here goes)

To say that he felt out of place would be an understatement. When Kurt had told him about family night, he had assumed it would just be a casual little gathering for the kids to see their parents and show them school projects—it seemed Dalton did things a bit differently than public schools.

"Dad, stop fidgeting, you look fine." Kurt batted his hands away from his collar. Looking through the sea of people at the Dalton Academy family night, Burt saw all of the tall and rich men in their impeccable suits, their stances tall and sophisticated. Next to them, their wives stood with equal elegance.

Burt had worn a light blue polo shirt and formal khaki pants, an outfit which he had thought was on the overdoing it side of formal. Boy had he been wrong. At this point, his old high school prom tux might have been a better option, baby blue frills and all.

"Why didn't you tell me there was going to be a ball afterwards?" he murmured to his son, faking smiles at all the odd looks he was getting, "I would've brought my silk hanky." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Dad you don't own a silk handkerchief."

"Yeah I do, you know that bluish one with the-"

"Polyester, Dad." Kurt tried not to laugh. Burt frowned.

"Same thing." he grumbled. Kurt looked absolutely appalled for a moment, but then he laughed and Burt couldn't help a small smile. Ever since the move to Dalton, Kurt had been laughing and smiling a lot more and even though the school was really putting their family at odd ends with the bank, Burt knew it was worth every penny.

"Oh! Blaine!" Burt looked up as his son's voice rang in his ear. He cringed.

"Jesus Kurt, are you trying to reach someone in Alaska?" he rubbed his ear. A slight blush was the only indication his son had heard him. Looking up, Burt saw a young man a few yards away from them. He was surrounded by families and students who observed him like one might a shining trophy on display. They fawned over him, telling him how handsome he was and how impressed they were by his various academic and musical achievements. The kid worked the crowd with an easy charm and a truly humbled modesty that kept the adults smiling. Apart from a few jealous glances from the other students, it seemed like people couldn't help but smile around him.

The boy looked up at his name then and he smiled brightly as he caught sight of Kurt. Excusing himself with polite smile and apology, he smoothly weaved through the crowds making their way towards them.

"Kurt!" he exclaimed. Kurt beamed and pulled Blaine in for a hug.

"I've been looking for you." Kurt scolded, playfully elbowing Blaine in the side.

"I know," Blaine laughed, "All of these tall people make it hard." Kurt giggled. He himself was about average height, but Blaine was small; about an inch or two shorter than Kurt. However, he more than made up for it with a presence that Kurt had always thought of as larger than life. Not to mention he was extremely handsome.

"Hey, it's the shorties that rule the world, right?"

"You know it." Blaine laughed and winked at him. Standing to the side, but still there, Burt was able to use his acclaimed skills of deductive reasoning to figure out that this must be Kurt's boyfriend who he'd talked about nonstop everyday when he came home.

Looking at Blaine, Burt couldn't deny being a little surprised. Of course Kurt had always gushed about how handsome and wonderful his boyfriend was, but looking at the kid, it was like he just walked out of an old black and white movie – that debonair hair, the refined stance and intoxicating charisma – Gee, Kurt wasn't kidding.

"Have I ever told you how unbelievably cute you are?" Kurt's giggled reply brought Burt back to attention.

"Oh you haven't seen that half of it, Kurt Hummel." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek with a grin as Kurt turned a light shade of pink. Both of the boys seemed unaware of Burt's presence as they flirted and he finally cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Oh!" Blaine startled, looking behind Kurt at his father, "I'm so sorry, we've been terribly rude," he glanced briefly at Kurt, his gaze admonishing, "You must be Mr. Hummel." he reached a hand forward to shake, "I'm Blaine Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Burt shook his hand firmly. Blaine's voice was smooth and his genuine embarrassment at forgetting his manners made Burt feel like he was meeting Mary Poppins' long lost son or something. What kind of kid talked like that? Burt had never met a kid who hadn't greeted him with a simple 'hey, what's up'.

"Nice to meet you Blaine, I'm Burt, Kurt's Dad." Burt said, "He's told me a lot about you." his son beamed, glad the two were finally meeting.

"Likewise sir," Blaine smiled.

"Dad, Blaine is the lead singer of the Warblers." Kurt said excitedly.

"I know son, you've told me." Burt laughed. Gosh, Kurt had only told him two million times.

"Yes, we'll be performing a number later tonight if you stick around." Blaine offered.

"Oh yeah? Carole will be jealous," Burt said, "she's been waiting to hear Kurt's new glee club. She would've been here tonight, but Finn had a football game."

"Carole, your wife, and Finn your stepson?" Blaine said for clarification, glancing at Kurt and Burt had the impression Kurt had schooled him on what he should know when they met. The thought made him chuckle. Knowing Kurt, he'd probably made flashcards.

"Yep," Burt nodded, "So uh, are your parents here too?" For a second it was like that oozing charm disappeared, replaced with unease and anxiety, but Burt blinked and the boy was giving him a polite smile as he shook his head in the negative.

"My mother and father are divorced, she lives in California now." Blaine explained, his voice was light despite how heavy that sentence could have sounded, "My father might be able to make it, though I think he's pretty tied up at work."

"I've never met him, does he look like you?" Kurt asked eagerly. Blaine chuckled though Burt thought he saw a grimace for a second.

"Some people think so." he shrugged, "He's way taller." he added noticing Kurt was expecting more.

"You must get your height from your mom then, because-" Kurt was suddenly cut off as Blaine put a gentle finger to his lips, his face suddenly only a breath away.

"Hey," he said quietly, "You know how sensitive I am about my height." he grinned as Kurt blushed and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Blaine smiled at him fondly, reaching up tenderly to brush his hand through Kurt's hair. Upon noticing Burt again however, he quickly removed his hand and straightened up. He offered Burt a small apologetic smile.

Burt narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms. Kurt rolled his eyes at his father's reaction, but gave him a smile before turning back around and hooking his arm under Blaine's. Burt scoffed, glancing skyward, whoever gave those two licenses to flirt should immediately revoke such privilege! At this rate they'd be engaged by morning!

Burt rolled his eyes as he realized the two were whispering to each other. Blaine nodded to something Kurt said and unhooking his arm from Kurt's he walked to the center of the room.

"Everyone, if I could have your attention, the Dalton Academy Warblers would like to welcome everyone tonight with a song." Blaine motioned for the members around the room to come join him. Kurt nudged his dad with an excited smile before hurrying over to the other Warblers.

A small space was soon cleared in the center of the room for the Warblers to perform. The crowd stood in a respectful circle around them as they got into position. They all looked down as the song started, looking up as each entered the song. Kurt looked up, doing 'boops and ahhs" with the rest. He beamed at his Dad and Burt grinned back, so proud of his son, so happy for him, even though all he was doing was oohs and ahhs. And then Blaine looked up and the song burst to life.

There ain't no reason you and me should be alone

Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby

I got a reason that you-hoo should take me home tonight

I need a man who thinks it's right when it's so wrong

Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby

Right on the limit's where we know we both belong tonight…

Burt was impressed by the sheer confidence and talent Blaine had. He sang clear and from the heart without holding anything back. He moved around easily, naturally, he danced and loaded his voice with emotion, he truly performed. It was probably this very moment that Burt decided he liked Blaine, that he was good for his son because as he watched the Warblers he could tell that Blaine's confidence had rubbed off on Kurt. Blaine was so confident and sure of himself and being gay didn't handicap him in anyway, it didn't steal him moments or hold him back. Watching Kurt perform, Burt realized that Blaine's confidence had been rubbing off on him; he hadn't seen his son so…free in a long time.

I'm on the edge of glory!

And I'm hanging on a moment of truth

I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hanging on a moment with you

Suddenly Blaine faltered and that confidence vanished like a drop of water in the desert. Burt's brow furrowed as he saw the teen's brown eyes pool in surprise and anxiety. He followed their direction to the back of the room where he saw a tall and slim man slipping inside, he had Blaine's black curly hair and similar bone features, he was dressed in a suit that Burt was sure had cost more than his entire house. Burt turned back to Blaine and was surprised to see his confidence back full force; it was like nothing had ever happened. The song ended then and the parents rushed forward to congratulate their children and compliment Blaine. Burt chuckled and moved forward to find Kurt.

"Dad!" Kurt flung his arms around his father's neck in a quick hug.

"Kurt you sounded great! That was amazing, I'm very proud of you, son." Burt smiled and squeezed Kurt's shoulder.

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt beamed, "Blaine was great, wasn't he?"

"Not as good as you." Burt said dutifully. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Dad, as much as I appreciate your obligatory parental comments, I think we both know when there just simply isn't a point. Blaine is amazing." Kurt's eyes sparkled and he stood on tiptoe trying to look through the crowd for Blaine.

"You're right, the kid's got talent." Burt chuckled; he could definitely understand his son's infatuation.

"C'mon, let's go find him!" Kurt grabbed his hand and they tried to weave their way through the crowded room but it was difficult and they weren't having any luck finding Blaine.

Blaine bowed as the song ended, flashing a huge smile to the crowd as they applauded the Warblers. As the parents surged forward, Blaine's eyes flicked to the back of the room where his father stood calm, his hands crossed in front of him as he nodded at Blaine. Blaine's thousand watt smile dwindled as he took a deep breath, he tried to be quick weaving through the crowd and eventually he was standing in front of his father.

"Er…y-you came." he stammered, not knowing what to say, "I didn't think you would show up." Blaine knew that his father had gotten back from New York two days ago, but he definitely hadn't expected him to make an appearance at his school.

"Why wouldn't I?" his father asked, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. Blaine swallowed – he hated when his father did that-asked him questions that never had a safe answer, but he was expecting to answer anyway.

"Be…ah..because…" Blaine suddenly felt cornered—a feeling his father had always been very adept at inflicting upon him, "Well…you never come."

"If I can recall correctly, the only school events you invite me to are those waste of time Warbler concerts. Had I known your ridiculous group was performing tonight, I would have stayed home I assure you." Blaine flinched at his father's glare and his gaze flickered to the floor. His father had never seen the Warblers until tonight, Blaine had hoped that when he did, he would understand that they were good and not a waste of time, but as always, his father let him down.

"The Warblers are not a waste of time, Dad." Blaine spoke to his shoes, "I like being in the Warblers." he added, as though his preferences mattered.

"Your fondness of the club doesn't make it any more time worthy then should you hate it. It's a waste of time and always will be. You should be focusing on your grades, Blaine." Blaine was one of Dalton Academy's best students and he'd gotten one of the top three ACT scores that year…he didn't need to focus more on academics. Blaine wasn't an idiot, his father meant he needed to focus more on girls. Blaine's fists clenched at his side and he looked up at his dad.

"I got a 32 on the ACT." he informed his father angrily.

"You could have done better than that."

"It's one of the top scores at this school."

"That's hardly impressive when your only competition is mindless nobody's who waste their time learning pop songs and dance routines."

Blaine's jaw tightened and he glared up at his father, "Those nobody's are my friends and that's not what the Warblers are about at all. The Warblers isn't just for anybody, it's for people with talent. Those guys are all very talented—not to use those talents would be a waste."

"Perhaps I should have left you at Southwest High School—you might've learned something there. It seems you're only encouraged here-"

"I'm not saying these things because I've got gay crushes on them!" Blaine hissed angrily, his nails digging into the palms of his hands, "I'm gay, so I immediately fall for every guy alive? That's not how it works, Dad! I don't like the Warblers because they're guys, I like them because they're great people with amazing talent, so you can shut up—you don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"You keep your voice down Blaine Anderson." his father's hand came down and clenched painfully around his upper arm in an iron hold, shaking him. Blaine flinched and his father glared at him, "And you remember just exactly who you're speaking to." Richard Anderson, Blaine told himself, he was speaking to Richard Anderson, his father- what had gotten into him?

"Dad let go-" Blaine's panicked eyes flickered around the room full of parents and students. His father's eyes followed his gaze and he swiftly released Blaine's arm, straightening up immediately. Blaine rubbed his bruised arm warily.

"Come on then, we're leaving." Blaine looked up.

"Can I say goodbye to a few people?" he asked.

"You'll see them on Monday."

"But I told him-" Blaine backtracked, "—them," he quickly amended, there was no way his father could know about Kurt, "that I'd say goodbye before I left, they'll wonder where I'd gone."

"Hurry up about it."

Blaine nodded before quickly darting away from his father. He found Wes and David first, standing by the punch bowl, looking entirely too pleased with themselves to be safe.

"Looking forward to seeing Ohio's elite lose their minds?" Blaine asked.

"Mrs. Bristol's already had eight glasses." Wes grinned.

"Your mom's had three." David pointed out, "And isn't she the one driving you home?"

"Oh shit…" Wes' smile faded as he glanced at the punch bowl and his mother. He crossed his arms then, "Well I saw your mom down four glasses." he told David matter-of-factly. David shrugged.

"Mom takes a taxi everywhere, plus I'm staying at Dalton for the weekend, woman can drink as much as she damn pleases."

Blaine laughed.

"I was just coming to say goodbye, my father's taking me home now." he explained. Wes and David shared raised eyebrows.

"What, no company car?" they asked. Blaine's father never showed up for anything.

"He got off work early today."

"Are you going to be okay?" David asked, his gaze searching the crowd for the tall man he'd seen only occasionally since meeting Blaine. Blaine looked nervous for a second, before pulling a curious smile.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just that…"

"The storm isn't until tomorrow David, I'll be fine." Blaine cut him off tactfully averting to the weather, "I'll see you two on Monday." he told them before quickly turning away.

"Wait, Blaine!" Wes grabbed his arm and Blaine hid a grimace at the pressure on his new bruise. Wes paused.

"What is it?" Blaine asked patiently, though he desperately just wanted to find Kurt and leave, knowing his father didn't like to be kept waiting.

"Just call us if—if the storm hits harder than expected." Wes finally said, looking Blaine in the eye. In the past few years he'd known Blaine, he'd only caught occasional signs and short snippets about his father. From those few moments he knew that Richard Anderson travelled a lot with his company. When he was home, a couple weekends a month or sometimes a couple days during breaks, a company car would pick Blaine up to go live at his house with his father until his father's next business trip.

There'd only been one time that Blaine had lived at home for more than a week or so and certain things had happened and changed during those weeks that had left Wes and David more than a little concerned. But Blaine had gone back to normal when his father left again. The three friends never addressed what had happened, no matter how much Wes knew they needed to. It seemed too late now.

"Don't worry about anything, Wes." Blaine smiled lightly and shrugged off his concerns, "Make sure your mom's sober before you let her drive you home." he laughed, "See you guys Monday." he waved before quickly darting away from his two anxious friends. He glanced at his father who was glaring at him, tapping his watch. Blaine swallowed—knowing how much his father hated to be kept waiting.

"Kurt!" he cried desperately, not having the time to search for the boy.

"Blaine!" he heard Kurt behind him and he whirled around to see Kurt and his father coming towards him. Blaine barely suppressed a sigh of relief.

"Kurt." he sighed, "Great job with the Warblers." he smiled.

"You sounded great too Blaine." Kurt smiled.

"Yeah, kid, you've got a real talent, I'm impressed." Burt admitted. Blaine felt the flutter of a smile on his lips.

"Thank you, sir, that's very kind of you to say." he replied politely as his eyes darted back to his father's impatient face.

"Yeah, I was just telling Kurt…" Burt was talking and Blaine was trying so hard to listen, but the overwhelming feeling of limited time was pressing in on him. He needed to leave now. As Blaine rapidly ran through various ways in which to politely end the conversation and say goodbye, he felt a warm pressure in his hand and his eyes snapped to where Kurt had subtly reached out to grab his hand. Blaine snatched his hand away like it'd been burnt.

"Blaine…?" Kurt looked up at him with startled and hurt eyes. His voice was so soft and Burt didn't hear as he continued talking. Blaine ignored Kurt, eyes frantically seeking out his father who seemed to have been cornered into a conversation with his principal. Blaine relaxed with a quiet sigh and he gently reached out for Kurt's hand.

"Sorry." he murmured, the apology in his eyes melted and concerned Kurt, but he didn't say anything about it as he grasped tightly to the hand in his. He tried to catch Blaine's eye, but he seemed totally focused on Burt.

"…I've only been to a few of Finn's football games so far, I don't suppose you like football?"

"Oh no, I love it. I'm not a player, but I'd love to go to some of Finn's games." Blaine said. Burt's brow rose in surprise.

"Oh really? That'd be nice, you and Kurt should come to some."

"I look forward to it." Blaine smiled, "In fact…" suddenly Blaine felt eyes on him and his gaze flickered to his father, finished talking to his principal and now openly glaring at him to hurry up. Blaine redirected his sentence, "…in fact I've just realized that I need to get going. I'm actually spending the weekend at home. It was great meeting you Burt." he shook Burt's hand. As he turned to Kurt, Kurt leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

"Don't!" Blaine jerked backwards, tripping slightly and his panicked eyes found his father's enraged ones. He swallowed thickly and looked back at Kurt, his expression hurt and Blaine felt like the biggest jerk in the world as he saw the moisture in Kurt's eyes. He took another step back, his shaking legs twisting and he tripped again. Burt's hand shot out to grab his arm before he could fall.

"Whoa, okay, there son?" he asked. Blaine jerked his arm out of his grasp on instinct before realizing his mistake and straightened up shakily. He was losing control, he wasn't thinking properly, all of his trained reactions were wrong, he wasn't being normal, he needed to get back on track, he need to say something, he—

"I..I-" his throat was dry and he suddenly had the overwhelming sensation that all of his secrets were being strewn out for everyone to see.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt's voice sounded panicked as it came to him through a long tunnel. It wasn't until he felt a strong grip on his shoulder that he was brought back to reality. He looked up into his father's face.

"Alright, there Blaine?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm fine." he said automatically. He straightened up as his breathing returned in even breaths. He looked into the anxious faces of Burt and Kurt, he saw David and Wes out of the corner of his eye, watching concernedly. Blaine quickly fell back into the correct posture as he graciously apologized for his behavior.

"I just remembered how much homework I still have to do." he explained, "Ask anyone, I get a little crazy about school work sometimes." he offered an apologetic smile.

"Well take it easy, kid." Burt chuckled uneasily, glancing at him in concern.

"I'll remember that Mr. Hummel." he smiled, "Kurt, I'll see you Monday, I'll call you or something." he dropped a hand on Kurt's shoulder quickly before turning quickly and following his father outside.

(A/N: I know this kind of theme/plot is really popular right now, but it's really interesting because Blaine's so perfect on the show and I wanted to give a Klaine fic a go. Thank you for reading!)