A/N: Since this is AU it's not really going to follow any storyline but there will be mentions of events from previous episodes. Just saying.
Kurt's hair was not working with him and it was really pissing him off. Carole and his father would be back any second with the foster child they were housing and he wanted to make a good impression, even if the child was still too young to understand that first impressions were going to be important. Finally deciding that his hair was as good as it was going to get, he headed down the hall and knocked on his step-brother's door.
"Finn, come downstairs. Dad and Carole should be home soon."
"Okay, one second." Kurt hurried down the stairs and paced around the living room.
Carole and Burt, after being married for a year, decided that they would like to be a foster family since Finn and Kurt would be graduating and leaving home after this, their senior year. Both boys were excited about having a little brother or sister around the house and Kurt helped Carole with setting up the guest bedroom into something more welcoming and homey. The actual age of the foster child was still a big surprise but Kurt just assumed it would be a little kid.
"Boys, we're- Oh, there's one." Burt chuckled, wiping his boots off on the doormat before stepping over the threshold. "Where's Finn?"
"In his room."
"I'll get him, you help Carole and Blaine get his stuff inside." Kurt nodded, slipping past his father. So the kid's name was Blaine, cute. He walked around the car to the back and stopped dead in his tracks. Carole, having seen him exit the house, smile brightly at him.
"Hi Honey." She hurried into the house, a duffel bag in hand, and Kurt shook his head to regain his composure. This was certainly not what he was expecting but he smiled nonetheless and held out a hand.
"Hi, I'm Kurt."
"I'm Blaine, nice to meet you." His calloused hand shook Kurt's firmly, his smile was bright but held hints of nervousness and his hazel eyes sparkled. He was so tan compared to Kurt with a mop of curls and he was a little on the short side but he was cute.
"Oh for the love of Versace, get a hold of yourself, Hummel."
"Need any help?" Kurt finally managed to say. Blaine shook his head and shut the trunk.
"No, I've got it. Thanks, though." That smile was blinding. Blaine followed Kurt into the house and shut the door after himself. Seeing a new face in the room he immediately held out his hand, smiling that blinding smile of his. "Hi, I'm Blaine."
"I'm Finn. You're really short, no offense."
"Finn!" Kurt slapped a hand to his forehead; his step-brother really needed to learn to think before he spoke. Blaine chuckled, his smile never faltering.
"No problem, I'm used to it." He shrugged.
"Well, Kurt can show you to your room and you can get yourself settled, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Thanks Mrs.-"
"No, we went over this already," Burt interrupted, "we're Burt and Carole." Blaine nodded.
"Right, well… Thanks." He turned to Kurt and started following him up the stairs.
"Oh, Blaine!" The two stopped halfway up. "Welcome home." Blaine chuckled.
"It's only a temporary home." Carole shrugged.
"For now it's home."
"She's right, you know." Burt chimed in. Blaine chuckled again and nodded.
"Thank you." Kurt and Blaine finished their ascent and Kurt opened the door next to his. Blaine shoved his suitcase in the corner of the room, his duffel bag already on the bed, and surveyed the room. It was simple; a desk, nice sized bed, a dresser, and a closet that Blaine probably wouldn't even use half of, but it was his for the time being and that's all that mattered. "So your parents are nice."
"Yeah, they are. Just don't get anyone knocked up and they'll love you forever." Blaine chuckled, plopping down on the bed.
"I highly doubt that's going to happen." Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, gay guys don't get girls pregnant." The countertenor's eyes grew wide.
"Y-You're gay?" Blaine nodded and shrugged like it really wasn't a big deal. To him it wasn't, he was just Blaine. Kurt smiled softly. "I-I am too."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome!" There was that ridiculously bright smile again. "Finally someone to talk to about other guys. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can always talk to girls about boys but-"
"They don't appreciate the same things." Kurt filled in, nodding. "I totally understand."
The conversation flowed after that. They didn't notice that they had been talking for almost an hour when Carole called them down for dinner. Dinner conversation was like any other, asking about how everyone's day was and if they had plans for the weekend since it was Friday night. Blaine felt very welcomed in the Hummel-Hudson household; it wasn't like the other houses that asked him about his life in foster care and other trivial things. Having Kurt there helped as well, they had an immediate connection and Blaine didn't feel like he had to fight for his acceptance.
He had a feeling he was really going to like it in the Hummel-Hudson home.
A/N: I don't really know if this is worth continuing so I'm just stopping here for now.
