A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews people :)

Blaine's parents are kind of exaggerated versions of how I feel my parents would react if my brother came home with a boyfriend.

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Glee :(


Chapter 2 - Keep Spreading the News

"Are you sure we actually have to tell my parents?" Blaine asked, half seriously. Kurt smiled.

"Don't be silly, they might actually be happy for you. Personally, I can't wait to tell Dad and Carole, they are going to be so excited for us! Well, Carole will be. You know how Dad likes to assert his protectiveness, so prepare for some talk of shotguns and broken legs". Blaine laughed; he knew that Burt Hummel liked to play the scary father, but he was a complete softy inside. He was going to be over the moon with how happy Kurt was right now.

Kurt had insisted that they had done enough flying recently (he muttered something about lowering his carbon footprint, but Blaine knew he was just scared), and so a road trip to Ohio was definitely in order for the weekend. Blaine was less than enthusiastic about seeing his parents, especially as he didn't want anything ruining how excited they both were for their upcoming wedding.

"I know you are worried honey, but there is nothing they can say that will make me want to marry you any less" Kurt assured his fiancé.

"I know that. I do. It's just, they are my parents Kurt! Why can't they just accept us and be happy for us, like Burt and Carole. We have been together for five years now! Surely they know by now it isn't some phase, or teenage rebellion?"

Kurt, who was currently driving, put his hand on his lover's knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, stop getting all upset. Whatever happens with your parents - and we haven't even seen them yet, so don't just assume they are going to get angry - at least you know that Charlotte will stand by us. She'll be at our wedding".

Blaine placed his hand on top of Kurt's. "True. But anyway, as long as you turn up I will be happy. Don't you go leaving me standing at the altar all by myself now Hummel!"

"As if I would! You know how that I would marry you tomorrow if we could". He gave his boyfriend a look of pure adoration. "I love you Blaine".

"I love you too Kurt".


Both men had decided that they should tell the Hummel-Hudsons first, and so that was their first stop on their mini tour of Ohio. They hadn't told anyone that they were coming home that weekend, but Rachel had managed to establish from her husband that Burt and Carole would indeed be home.

Kurt knocked on the door. Yes, he had a key, but he felt like knocking - it would add to the surprise. Finn answered.

"Kurt!" he exclaimed, grabbing his step-brother and picking him up off the ground. "What on Earth could you be doing here?" he asked, with a knowing wink.

He placed Kurt back on the ground. "Oh my god, couldn't Rachel keep her mouth shut for a couple of days?" Kurt shouted, although he didn't seem that upset. "No, of course she couldn't. This is Rachel Berry we are talking about". Blaine and Finn both laughed.

"Why do you think I'm here this weekend? I do have a pregnant wife back in New York you know. Seriously though dude, I am so happy for you. For the both of you" he replied, finally turning his attention to his future brother-in-law. "Of all the gay guys my brother could have chosen to marry, I am so glad he picked one that likes football. And video games" he said, giving Blaine their customary high-five.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "How touching Finn. Be sure to put that in your Best Man's speech" he quipped. "Mom and Dad don't know though, right? Please tell me you didn't tell them Finn?"

"No, they are completely in the dark". A look of relief was evident on Kurt's face. "Hang on a second, did you say Best Man?"

"Well, Blaine and I haven't actually talked about it yet, but yeah I would love it if you would be my best man!" Kurt looked across at Blaine, hoping for reassurance.

Blaine nodded. "I was thinking we could have a best man each. But you know in my case there are going to have to be two. Choosing between Wes and David would be like choosing which of your children you liked best".

"So, what do you say Finn? Is that a yes?" Kurt asked his brother.

"Of course! I would be so honoured man".

All this commotion had alerted Burt to the fact that someone was at their door. "Who is it Finn?" he shouted from the living room.

Kurt realised that he and Blaine were still standing on the doorstep, and so he grabbed Blaine's hand and made his way inside the house. He loved New York, and he loved their apartment, but he always felt like stepping through his parents' front door was like coming home.

"It's me, Dad" Kurt replied.

Burt looked up from the TV, with worry etched on his face. "Why are you home? Is there something wrong? I mean, you didn't tell us you were coming-"

"Dad! There is nothing wrong. Far from it actually" he smiled. "Is Carole around?"

"Yeah, she's downstairs doing laundry. Carole!" he shouted, "the boys are here!"

When Carole finally appeared from the basement, Kurt sat them both down on the sofa and started telling them all about Blaine's Valentines surprise trip to London. "And on the last day, Blaine took me on the London Eye". Burt looked confused. "It's like a massive ferris-wheel Dad. Anyway, when we got to the top", Kurt couldn't keep it in any longer, "Blaine asked me to marry him!"

Kurt held up his left hand, wiggling his ring-finger, so that the three diamonds seem to twinkle in the light. Carole immediately jumped out of her seat, hugging both of the men so tightly. "Congratulations boys!" she exclaimed. "I am so happy for you!" She looked down at the ring that Kurt was waving in her face. "Blaine, what a gorgeous ring! Kurt, you really are a lucky man. You both are!"

"Thanks Carole" Kurt tearfully replied. "Dad?"

Burt was smiling from ear to ear. "I'm happy for you too Kurt! Of course I am! But Blaine, I hope you realise that Kurt is so important to us, and if you so much as-"

"Dad!" Kurt shouted. "Blaine isn't going to hurt me. Anyway, I know you love him too. Don't try and pretend otherwise" Kurt smirked.

Burt looked at his future son-in-law. "My boy's right Blaine. Nothing will make me happier than welcoming you into the family". Kurt ran and gave his father a massive hug, pulling Blaine along with him.

Finn couldn't keep quiet a minute longer, a massive goofy grin on his face. "They asked me to be Best Man!"


It was quite late when the wedding talk finally started to die down in the Hummel-Hudson house, and so Kurt and Blaine decided to wait until the morning before venturing over to see the Andersons. They both didn't get a lot of sleep that night - Blaine was worrying, and Kurt was just too damn excited! But the morning did finally arrive, and along with it came a seriously impressive breakfast, courtesy of Carole. She and Burt had already left for work, but she had left a note for the boys, wishing them luck with the Andersons, and promising that Blaine was always welcome here.

"Finn, seriously, did I mention how much I love your Mom?" Blaine commented, looking at the pancakes and bacon that were waiting on the table.

"Hey, she's my Mom too now Blaine!" Kurt joked. "Don't go giving Finn all the credit!"

The boys tucked in, even if Finn and Blaine were putting away twice as much as Kurt. "So, how is Rachel?" Blaine asked. "I haven't seen her in a week or two".

Finn smiled. He was still as in love with her as he was at high school. "She's fine. She is going on maternity leave in a couple of weeks, which will be great. Although I don't think she is going to enjoy being a kept woman for a month or two. But I told her, our baby is too important! She can't go on stage every night when she is seven months pregnant. Plus, who ever heard of a pregnant Nancy?"

Rachel was currently playing the lead in a Broadway revival of the West End classic 'Oliver!", to great review. The musical theatre world seemed to adore Rachel at the moment, and she was loving every second of it. Kurt and Blaine tried to see her as much as possible - after all, her and Finn were the only other two New Directions members who were still in New York.

"Tell her that she can spend the next few months helping me to plan the wedding of the year then!" Kurt replied, only half joking. "Seriously though Blaine, if you are having two best men, then surely I can have two Bridesmaids. Or should that be Groomsmaids? I want Mercedes and Rachel!"

Blaine looked at Kurt, who was giving him the puppy dog look that he couldn't say no to. "You can have whoever you want babe. Does that mean I get a Groomsmaid too? Cos you know that would have to be Char".

"That's perfect Blaine! Done!" He turned to Finn. "Try not to tell Rachel that I want her to be my Groomsmaid if possible, I would actually quite like to be the one to ask her", Kurt requested.

"Dude, I'm not my wife. I can keep my mouth shut". The three men couldn't help but laugh.


After Kurt felt like Blaine had eaten enough breakfast, the couple made their way over to Westerville to face the music. Blaine knocked on the door. He didn't even have a key these days anyway. Sarah, Blaine's Mom, answered.

Sarah Anderson must have been about 50, but she looked incredibly young for her age. Kurt always thought she looked a bit like Anne Hathaway, only older and a lot less attractive. Her only redeeming feature, in Kurt's opinion, was that she had Blaine's gorgeous brown eyes. However, today she was looking a little worse for wear.

"Blaine darling!" she exclaimed, seeming happy to see her son. That was until she noticed that Kurt was standing next to him. "Oh, hello Karl".

Blaine already looked angry. "Mom, his name is Kurt, and you know it" he insisted, impatiently. "Is Dad around? I have something I need to tell you both".

Sarah showed her two guests to her husband's office, where Blaine's father looked engrossed in his computer screen. "Harry, Blaine and his friend are here to see us" she remarked, with obvious disgust. "Talk to them whilst I fix myself a drink".

There was something about Harold Anderson that Kurt always seemed to like. He hadn't been a model parent to Blaine, but for some reason Kurt could never find it in his heart to really dislike the man. Kurt knew that of the two parents, he was the one that Blaine really wanted acceptance from. They had been quite close when Blaine was growing up - this had all changed after Blaine came out. There had been that one occasion when Harry had tried to bond with his son by rebuilding an old car, probably not the wisest of moves, as Blaine had wrongly assumed that he was trying to straighten his son out.

Harry looked up from his screen, and the joy at seeing his son for the first time in almost a year was obvious for anyone to see. "Blaine! How fantastic of you to visit!" He noticed the serious look on his son's face. "There is nothing wrong, is there?"

Blaine smiled. "No, nothing is wrong. We just have something to tell you. It's important". Blaine took Kurt's hand. "We're engaged".

Blaine's father looked shocked, but before he could say anything, Sarah returned, with a rather large Vodka and Tonic in hand.

She looked at Blaine. "Well, we haven't got all day. What is this big announcement?"

"They are engaged Sarah" Harry revealed, timidly. All three men knew that this wasn't going to go down well with Blaine's mother.

Sarah laughed. "Seriously, I haven't got time for games. Spit it out Blaine!"

"Mom, Dad is telling the truth. I asked Kurt to marry me, and obviously he said yes. That's why we are here".

Sarah looked enraged. She downed the remaining alcohol in her glass, and then turned and walked out the door.

"Mother! Are you not even going to say anything?" Blaine screamed, chasing down the hall after her. "Too sober to tell me how you really feel, eh?" Blaine suggested, mockingly.

Sarah stopped dead still, turned around, and threw the glass towards her son. Blaine managed to duck just in time, and the glass shattered against the wood panelling of the hallway. "You listen to me Blaine Harold Anderson. No fucking son of mine will be marrying that faggot in there". Blaine shuddered; his mother had never used language like this about either of them before. "Your father and I have let this go on for long enough. I forbid it. Do you understand me? I fucking forbid it!"

Blaine was beyond angry now. "You listen to me Mother. I am a twenty two year old man, and I will marry whoever I like. You call yourself a parent?" Blaine was beginning to shout now. "You have a daughter who could have gone to any ivy-league she wanted, but instead chose to attend college in a whole other country just to get away from you. And then you have me. The son who you have barely said ten words to in the past ten years, all because I told you that I would rather fuck men". Sarah looked repulsed by these words - Blaine had obviously chosen them to cause maximum impact. "Well, to be honest, I couldn't care less what you think about me. I will marry whoever I damn well choose to, with or without your blessing. But don't you ever call the man that I love a faggot again, or I will not be responsible for my actions".

With that, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and stormed out of the house. His mother said nothing more, and instead walked off in the direction of the kitchen. As they got to Kurt's car, they heard Blaine's Dad calling his son's name from the doorstep.

"Blaine! Wait a second" he shouted.

Blaine stopped, and walked back over to see his father, leaving Kurt by the car. "Dad, if you have anything negative to say, about either of us, then please don't bother. I can't deal with anymore bigotry today".

Harry shook his head. "Blaine. I don't agree with anything your mother said today. I know I haven't been the best father, and I really didn't take your coming out very well, for which I will always be sorry". Blaine was shocked - his father had always tried not to mention his son's sexuality at all costs. "I'm not going to pretend that this is what I wanted for you, when you were a young boy. No father expects this for their son. But I have come to realise that this isn't just something I can ignore away. I really don't know if this will mean anything to you, but if you want to marry this man, then you have my blessing".

Blaine was crying now, and he couldn't help himself from hugging his Dad. "Thank you so much" he mumbled into his father's shoulder. "This means everything to me".

"I can't promise your Mother will come round though Blaine. She seems pretty adamant. I apologise for what she said to you, and to Kurt". The look in his father's eye made Blaine certain that his Dad meant every word he said. "But whatever happens, I will be there. Anyway, Kurt can't be that bad. I had your sister on the phone to me just last night raving about how much she enjoyed seeing the two of you last week. She really is quite taken with the guy. She said something about you all seeing a musical about drag queens? That girl loves trying to stir the pot. She's her Mother's daughter!"

"Don't ever tell Char you said that!" They both laughed. "Thanks Dad. Give me a call sometime".

"I would like that son".


Blaine was surprisingly cheery, even after the altercation with his Mom, so they decided to pay a visit to the Lima Bean, like they always did when back in town. Blaine liked seeing the kids walking around in Dalton jackets, and Kurt just loved remembering the many times they had come here as teenagers, before they had headed off to college in NYC.

"A medium drip for me, and a grande non-fat mocha for my gorgeous fiancé please" Blaine grinned. The teenage girl behind the counter laughed, and offered them her congratulations, before giving them a cookie to share, on the house.

After spending a few minutes sat at their normal table, drinking their respective coffees and chatting about old times, Kurt noticed a familiar face walk through the door. "Santana!" Kurt shouted, jumping up from his seat and drawing a lot of attention to himself. He ran towards the girl, almost knocking her over as he wrapped his arms around her. "It is so good to see you! How are you? How's Britt?"

"As wonderful as it is to see you Hummel, I can't breathe right now. And I gotta gets me a coffee before I am capable of normal human interaction".

After Santana had got herself a drink, she joined the boys over at their table. Blaine had always been a little bit scared of her, and she knew it. But there was a sort of mutual respect between the three of them. "So, what are you twos doing back here in Lima anyway? If I had managed to escape this hell-hole then there is nothing on Earth that could drag me back" she joked.

"Blaine and I are engaged!" Kurt squealed, much too loudly. An older woman who was sitting on the next table over gave them all a funny look, which didn't escape Santana's attention. She reciprocated with one of her trademark death-stares, which was enough to make the woman get up and leave the shop.

Santana returned to concentrate on the men in front of her. "Well, and there was me thinking that the hobbit didn't have the balls to make an honest woman out of you Kurt. I stand corrected". If you didn't know Santana, you might think that she was being offensive, but they had been friends for too many years, and they all knew that this was about as affectionate that she could ever be. "So, when's the big day?"

Kurt was about to say that they hadn't discussed anything yet, but Blaine got there first. "I haven't actually asked Kurt this yet, but I was thinking November 9th? It's the anniversary of the day we first met".

Kurt wondered how it was possible that he could keep falling more and more in love with this man, even after 5 years. "Blaine, that would be absolutely perfect! November 9th it is". Kurt leaned in and gave his fiancé a kiss, which very quickly became a bit too heated for their current surroundings.

"Uh-hum! I am here you know" Santana laughed. "Which totally wouldn't be a problem if we weren't in the middle of a coffee shop".