Ok So this is going to be terribly AU, and may have many grammar mistakes and the spelling may not be amazing but this has been in my head forever. Ever since Blaine mentioned his dad I couldn't get the idea of his dad out of my head. This story is loosley based on what happened to my dad when he introduced my grandfather to my da and my ma... pretty much it explains why Blaine (like my Dad) feels like his father is trying to 'straighten' him, but also Blaine's father's actually motives.

Also I got to warn you, while I love Glee and Bones more than anything I usually leave the writing of its characters to the writers because I tend to write them OOC. I'm sorry if you hate OOC but I can't help it and I just HAD to write this idea out because its been festering since 'Sexy'. This first chapter is short but if people like it, I'll promise longer chapters.

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Pairing(s) in the this chapter: None mentioned yet

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Glee, this fact saddens me. I do not own Bones, I'm using them through loan. All I can say is that they aren't mine, so don't sue me now or at any point in time.


Agent Seeley Booth was having a tough day, well a tough few months actually. It seemed to him that murder never took a holiday. It was at this moment he felt like his life was some cop show because it seemed every week they found a new body and opened and close a new case.

On top of all this was spending time with Parker, which was becoming increasingly difficult as his work took him away. Despite his and Rebecca's improved attitudes toward each other she still bitched him out sometimes and he found himself with less time to be with his son.

Booth sat at the Jeffersonian listening to Bones talk about their latest case when there was a knock at the door that stopped Brennan momentarily. In came Lance Sweets, smiling like a twelve year old on his birthday, Booth was about to question what Sweets wanted with them when he saw that Sweets wasn't alone.

Trailing behind Sweets was a young man who was much shorter than the psychologist and younger. He was a handsome kid in his late teens, he had black curly weighed down and tamed by what had to be a whole tube of gel. He had hazel eyes that sparkled with uncertainty as he looked at Booth. He was in a navy and red uniform jacket that made Booth cringe and grey suit pants. The kid had a satchel and a guitar hanging on his shoulder.

As Booth breathed in deeply, the kid gave a nervous smile that didn't reach his eyes and then the kid immediately put his head down again. It appeared he was waiting for Booth to say something but, Booth had no clue what to say. All he could do was look at the kid, and wonder what the hell he was doing here. A million scenarious ran through his mind, all ending up in the kid running all the way from Ohio to him. Finally, after a long silence the kid looked up.

"Hi, dad."

"Blaine?"


So there is the short chapter which appears shorter than the ANs, wow. Anyway, if you like it leave a review, if you don't then I don't blame you. And oh my Rowling that rhymed, and I didn't mean it this time. Crap! This is what I get for being in Seussical!