A/N: Hi guys! So chapter 2 came pretty fast because I like to write this instead of university assignments. I want to do a huge thank you to my lovely supportive beta, who puts up with all my little freak outs, BloodRedLust - check out her fic Let Me Be, it's amazing!
I hope you enjoy this chapter; and feel free to leave a review, even anonymously if you're sneaky like that!

Love you all!

Disclaimer (I can't believe I forgot to do this! Sorry RIB): I DO NOT own any of the characters in this fic so far other than Alan and Peter and Blaine's mother, the others are all Ryan Murphy's.


Blaine grinned as his boyfriend ran across the carpark and almost tackled him to the ground.

"Happy birthday ... Blaine" Kurt ended lamely; he had been trying to think of something more romantic to say, but the only terms of endearment he had found online we along the lines of 'puddlepooper' and 'shabookadook, and Kurt would not have been able to keep a straight face at all.

Blaine just beamed and hugged his breathless boyfriend tighter, finally placing his own hand in Kurt's and smiling brighter than he had all day.

Blaine turned to Peter, who had one hand tightly gripped on his phone which was held up to his ear, the other hand running through his hair and down his face. Blaine sighed dejectedly, looking over at Kurt who was smiling sympathetically. He squeezed Blaine's hand in reassurance and pecked him on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry buddy, Mom says she tried everything she could but Sally's husband got rushed into hospital and they needed someone to cover her shift."

Peter rested his hand lightly on Blaine's shoulder and brought him in for a quick hug, to which the boy could do nothing but smile faintly back up at him.

"Oh well, my two other favourite people are here, shall we just go in and have a good time?"


"Just the table for three?" Asked the Breadstix waitress; smiling warmly at the three men in front of her.

"Uh, yeah, thanks" mumbled Peter, his smile not quite fitting with the rest of his face as he took the three menus the young woman held out. Blaine's brow furrowed; Peter's mismatched facial expressions making it evident to him that he was still feeling guilt for the fact that his wife wasn't present.

Blaine looked up at Peter, trying to smile, "Peter, dude, it's okay, it's not your fault so I don't know why you're acting like it is. Besides, I'll see her tonight when we get home; it's not a big deal."

Peter sighed and ruffled Blaine's hair, to which Blaine grimaced and ducked away from. Peter just laughed lightly and Kurt smiled; knowing Blaine didn't really mind getting his hair mussed by his dad.

"You're a great kid, y'know that?" Peter mumbled affectionately, "but you're a terrible liar."

Blaine blushed and Kurt grinned at his adorable boyfriend, snatching up his hand and brushing a kiss softly against his knuckles. Blaine smiled warmly back at Kurt, kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay, alright, break it up, let's get to our table shall we?" Peter grinned, pushing the two boys in the direction their waitress had headed.

"What can I get you gentlemen tonight?" Their waitress, Fiona, had returned, professionally fake smile ever present.

"Uh, I'll just have the $8.99 all you can eat pasta special" Blaine replied, his voice wavering a little. He folded his menu back up with shaking hands and placing it in the middle of the table.

"Blaine, it's your birthday, are you sure that's what you want?" Peter enquired, raising his eyebrows.

"Blaine, the amount of carbs present in pasta is ridic-"

"The pasta here is amazing, I always eat healthy, and tonight's my night off." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, "but thank you for caring about my weight."

Kurt blushed furiously, muttering under his breath that he thought Blaine was perfect regardless of what he looked like.

"So, Blaine, have you worked out how to tell Mom about Californi-OW!" Peter exclaimed, rubbing his now sore shin.

Blaine smiled at him through gritted teeth, shaking his head and flicking his eyes to where his boyfriend sat, oblivious, "You okay, Peter?"

"Hmm? What'd I miss?" Kurt enquired, breaking out of his reverie with some confusion as to why Blaine and Peter were staring at each other like deer in headlights.

"Everything's just fine Kurt, I was just asking Blaine about his summer plans," Peter began, voice unnaturally high.

Kurt stared at Blaine, "I thought you were fully booked out by Six Flags?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt, then down at his lap, frowning as he thought how to approach the situation. He couldn't lie.

He loosened his bowtie, running his fingers through his hair.

"Um, well, yeah I am," Blaine began uneasily, shifting his attention from Kurt to Peter and back again, "look, could we discuss this after dinner? Please?" Blaine rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Sure, Anderson, but don't think you can evade this conversation like you did your last hairdresser's appointment."

Blaine pouted, pulling his hair down across his face, "I like my hair longer..."

"Whatever, I'm surprised they let you have it that long at Dalton – soon you're going to be in need of a ponytail."

Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt and stepped out from the booth; "Well, while you suckers wait for your meals, I'm going to go and get some delicious pasta" he grinned and flounced off towards the buffet.


"So, Kurt, how are things at McKinley?" Peter enquired politely, smiling over at the young man in front of him.

"They're alright. Karofsky's finally let up on his reign of terror after everything that happened at prom, so life's almost normal."

Peter laughed, "Almost?"

Kurt smiled lightly, "Yeah, I just wish that…" he paused, and Peter smiled encouragingly, "No, it's selfish and stupid."

"Kurt, it's alright, you're allowed to miss Blaine," Peter said simply, breaking a mini baguette in half.

Kurt's mouth gaped open "What? No, I-"

"Kurt, I see the way you two look at each other, you're both hopelessly in love and I'm honestly surprised that he hasn't asked to transfer to McKinley yet."

"This pasta looks ah-may-zing!" Blaine exclaimed, sliding in next to Kurt, grinning at him, "Look, there was even some wholemeal pasta; it has a lower GI so I won't get fat."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Blaine, I do not control you, you are free to eat as many carbs as you wish and I will never ever call you fat."

Peter laughed at their flirtatious exchange, his face lighting up as he saw their meals finally coming towards them.

"Did you enjoy your meals?" Fiona enquired, placing a green folder with their tab in it on the table.

"Yes, thank you," Peter smiled, "that steak was cooked perfectly."

Fiona smiled brightly, "Excellent, I'll let the chef know."

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, "Do you want to come back to mine for a piece of birthday cake?"

Kurt beamed, ignoring his instantaneous desire to complain about the amount of sugar that went into cake, not to mention how long it would take to get out of his system. It was Blaine's special day, and he would share it with him.

"I would love to. Let me call Dad and Carole to let them know though. Here," he said, placing a twenty dollar note into Blaine's palm, and whispering in his ear, "that's for dinner."

"Kurt Hummel do not be ridiculous!" Peter exclaimed, aghast.

Kurt flushed deep red, but not withdrawing the twenty dollar bill from his boyfriend's hand, "petrol money then" he murmured.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Kurt - "

"Peter, Blaine drives an hour every weekend to come and see me when he's not at Warbler practice. I always offer to drive out there, but for some reason he always drives to see me. I'm not complaining at all, but I don't think it's fair for Blaine to be the one paying for this relationship, as it were."

Blaine smirked at the last line, earning a glare from his boyfriend, and a confused stare from Peter.

"Peter, your son is being immature and acting like a five and a half year old." Kurt paused, thinking, "Wait, make that a well informed five and a half year old."

Blaine's dad grimaced in understanding, and flicked Blaine's ear, "you've been watching Moulin Rouge too many times!"

Blaine looked up at Peter innocently, "Shall we go pay now?"

Worry flickered in Peter's eyes for a brief moment, before he remembered the two boys in front of him.

"You two head out to the car park, I'll meet you there."

Blaine pulled Peter to the side, Kurt busying himself with his cellphone and trying not to eavesdrop.

Blaine pulled out his wallet, pressing two fifty dollar notes into Peter's palm.

"Blaine! What the Hell are you doing?" his stepdad hissed, trying to push the money back at his son.

"Pete, I know things aren't easy at the moment; just take it and we'll sort everything out later on."

Blaine walked away, leaving Peter feeling more awkward than the time he had walked in on Kurt and Blaine making out. It was a different awkward, but awkward nonetheless.


"Everything okay?" asked Kurt, taking Blaine's hand and swinging it lightly between them.

"Yeah, just... stuff" he shrugged, "It'll all be sorted out later."

Kurt smiled, the expression feeling weird when he felt so concerned inside. Blaine wasn't being completely honest with him, and Kurt could handle that, as long as whatever was keeping Blaine from him came out sooner rather than later.