A Magic Senior Year

Chapter 2 Meet Roger Anderson

A/N Hi guys! Here we go with the second chapter! I really hope I did a decent job!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I would never have been able to give us something as incredible as Burt Hummel!

Friday afternoon, 5 p.m. Finally Glee rehearsals are over. Finally he gets to call Blaine. The details of their canonic Friday night date have not been established yet. (The dates rigorously take place after the sacred Friday night dinner is over. Blaine sometimes joins them for the meal, but not always. Even though Carol has made very clear that they are always glad to have him, he doesn't want to impose himself on a family tradition). It's not like there is a lot to do in Lima, but that dapper boyfriend of his still manages, sometimes, somehow, to surprise him. A big smiles spreads on Kurt's face at the thought. Said smile still on, as soon as he reaches his navigator, he pulls his phone off and dials Blaine's number. Just two rings and he is greeted by a smiling voice,

" Hey stranger!"

" Hey yourself…"

" God, it feels like we haven't talked in years", a hint of exasperation mixed with relief in Blaine's voice.

" And I am the dramatic one? It's been just 3 days! And we texted!", replies Kurt, unable to hide his amusement. His boyfriend is such a baby sometimes! Adorable!

" But I missed you!"

Yes, adorable! He almost can see him pouting, with those puppy eyes of his!

" You know….you could have saved yourself from the horrible feeling of missing me if only you had chosen differently…." Why did he just say that? He knows Blaine made the right decision. Still, a little, stupid and selfish part of him is disappointed. He really wanted to see him every day. Yeah, I know… I AM such a baby sometimes!

" Kurt…." the slightly older boy admonishes softly.

"Yeah, sorry. It's just…this week has kept us so busy. I cannot help but to wish you had left the enchanted Warblerland to join me in the Hell Mouth"

Kurt, come on! Let it go! That's what Blaine thinks. What he says, instead, is

" A Buffy reference? Really?" Good way to change the topic, Blaine!

" Sleep deprivation. It does horrible, horrible things to me, mind and body. You should know that, after all the summer nights you kept me awake"

"Mmm….don't know what you're talking about…." Blaine's grin is audible through the speaker.

" Ok, ok, innocence boy….So, ideas for tonight?"

" Actually, about tonight….I'm afraid I cannot make it. Driving home for the weekend."

Kurt doesn't know if he should be more upset or more curious. Saying that Blaine rarely goes home for the weekend is an euphemism. He would stay at Dalton, go to Wes' or David's, go to Kurt's (the guest room has become Blaine's room in each of these houses), but going home? No, thank you!

" How unusual…." He offers, waiting for more.

"Yeah, well" begins Blaine nervously, "There is this dinner party tomorrow night, and my father wants me there…"

'Of course, a mandatory event' Kurt thinks.

"Oh…booh…." He simply says, "So, just meet me for a late breakfast?"

"No, actually, I was thinking…..How about….how about you come over in the early afternoon? We can hang out…and then….then…you could stay for the party? Do I sound too anxious? I hope I don't sound anxious! Oh God, I sound anxious! I am anxious!

" Blaine Anderson Warbler are you actually saying what I think you are saying, or Puckerman finally managed to add weed to the cafeteria food?"

" No silly! I' m serious. I think it's time you meet my father, and…."

" and it's less likely he's gonna lose it if there are witnesses around, right?"

"Yeah, right….and" Blaine is trying to mask his nervousness, "in addition, you would have an excuse- not that you need one- to wear that ridiculously elegant new vest. Plus, a great occasion to judge the outfit choices of tasteless rich people. Plus, a couple of hours to make out with your gor…."

" Blaine, You had me a 'new vest'"

" Thought so." Says Blaine with a genuine grin. "Now, tell me about your crazy days. No amount of details is too much!"

And you know what? It isn't. Even though they have been together for months, Blaine never gets tired of listening to Kurt talking about his days. He loves it! What's not to love? His voice, his enthusiasm, his sarcasm and witticism. Blaine loves it all.

Styling his hair in front of the mirror Saturday afternoon, Kurt doesn't know what to think, what to expect. It's not like he has never been at Blaine's. He has. He has even met his mother several times. Never happened to meet his father. He was never there when Kurt was. Just a coincidence? On purpose? Kurt has no idea. He really doesn't know what to think about Blaine's family, about their dynamics. Blaine doesn't talk about them that much, and when he does, it is not in a positive or negative way. Just neutral sentences, facts, anecdotes. However, his eyes are too expressive for Kurt not to know that there is something hiding behind that neutrality, but he never felt like to push it. It just didn't feel right. Being boyfriends, and in love, doesn't mean you have to share every piece of yourself immediately and all at once. Some things ask for time. True intimacy , emotional and/or physical cannot be rushed. He knows that well. That's why he has been waiting patiently for this occasion, the occasion to be formally introduced to Blaine's family. But now, getting ready in front of the mirror, he cannot help but to feel a certain apprehension. He really doesn't know what to expect. His assumptions were already proven wrong once.

He remember the first time they drove to Blaine's house. He had expected the classical teen TV show situation. Rich parents, always away for work, cold and distant, buying their kids' love with their money. Huge mansion, luxurious but not lived in. Kids left in the care of housemaids. Well….it wasn't like that at all. Blaine's house was big, but comfortably so. Classy, not luxurious. Most importantly, it appeared lived. The cozy living room with DVDs and books everywhere, the comfortable kitchen where, as he got to know, his mother would prepare all their meals, the garden with an obviously often used barbecue and chairs and tables. He hadn't expected that. It's true, you could feel more Cooper's presence that Blaine's even though he had left years before. His pictures were indeed on every wall and shelf whereas you could see just a few of Blaine's, and never the most recent ones. Cooper diplomas and trophies had took over the salon, the belongings he hadn't taken with him could be found in most of the rooms. Still, the house seemed perfectly normal. His mother? Nice, easy going even. Sure, she never addressed Kurt as Blaine's boyfriend or friend, just as 'Kurt', so he couldn't be sure where she stand exactly. Nonetheless, they would talk about recipes or interior decoration, and she always would offer him fresh baked cookies or slices of cake. She was an housewife, a present one, not absent as he had imagined. His husband? According to her, a well respected cardiologist, busy but not always away, au contraire, enjoying being home for dinner and for the weekend whenever possible.

"Your mother seems a really nice and caring mom" He had said to Blaine one afternoon.

" She does" he answered with a small smile. No 'she is' but 'she does', she does seem nice. What was Blaine trying to say? Was he trying to say something at all? Kurt just smiled back, letting it go.

So, what to expect? Just drive there and be there! It's gonna be ok!

" Hi dad! Bye dad! See you later!"

" Hey, hey….I didn't hear Blaine's car. When did he arrive?"

" He didn't. I am going to his place" says Kurt with a hint of nervousness, hoping Burt wouldn't catch it. Of course Burt catches it.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah. It's just….There is this dinner party at his house. Blaine invited me, which means that I am going to meet"

"His parents" Burt interrupts.

" Yes. I mean, his father. I've already met his mother. Never his father"

The hesitation in Kurt's voice and the way his eyes seem unable to just stare at one point tell Burt that his son is waiting for some sort of encouragement, for words like " Don't worry. Be yourself and he will love you". Can he provide said encouragement? Can he actually offer those words? He doesn't know. Burt Hummel doesn't know much about Roger Anderson. He knows that Blaine thinks they worked on that Chevy Ranchero together just because his father hoped that getting his hands dirty might make him straight. What does it says about him? Everything? Nothing? Let's not forget that once Kurt thought he had to date a blond cheerleader and sing Mellencamp for his father to love him again, as if I could ever stop to love Kurt! Ridiculous! He doesn't know why it took Blaine son long to decide to introduce his boyfriend to his father. That kid is so polite and well mannered that you would think he would introduce every person in his life to his family as soon as possible. Nor he does know why he seems to spend every weekend at Dalton or at his friends' instead of driving home. None of this facts per se says much about Mr. Anderson, and Burt doesn't want to make any wrong assumption. Nonetheless, he can't let himself being completely optimist either. Something in his guts is telling him that he should hope for the best but prepare himself and Kurt for the worst. Can he do that, thought? Can he tell Kurt that things could not go well? No, he can't. Although nervous, his soon seems happy and….and…proud? Is that proud in his eyes? Yes, it is. He is proud to be Blaine's boyfriend and to finally get to be formally introduced to his family. He can't. After a few instants, Burt pushes in the back of his mind any negative thoughts and just says, "Good…Have a nice evening, kid!" And then offers a reassuring smile. He cannot pronounce the words Kurt wants to hear, but can offer that smile, hoping it will calm Kurt's nerves. And it does.

"I will, dad. Bye!" says Kurt smiling before opening the front door.

" Ok, this is definitely the worst show in the history of American television" says Blaine, remoter in his left hand, head resting on the headboard of his queen size bed, Kurt at his right side, his head on the headboard too.

" Were you actually watching it?" Kurt replies, something in his voice…like if he wasn't even there, like if he had completely zoned out and Blaine's comment has just brought it back from wherever he was.

" Yes? Weren't you?"

Oh Blaine, always the oblivious one! Kurt thinks, but just says, " No, I was too busy loosing myself in your eyelashes…." That's where he was!

" I so love them…." He adds, sighing softly.

" Just them?" Blaine flirtatiously asks, leading towards him.

" Oh, come here and kiss me already!" Kurt almost hisses, feigning exasperation.

And Blaine obliges. Never be said he is not a well mannered and obedient kid! He shifts closer, firmly grabbing Kurt's neck and kissing him, slowly and softly. It is kinda weird having Kurt in his bedroom, in his bed. They have been at his house before. As friends at first and then as boyfriends, but usually have spent their time doing their homework in the kitchen, chewing on the cookies offered by his mother, or watching a DVD in the living room. Rarely have they found themselves in his bedroom, in his bed. It feels weird. This being the only reason for spending half an hour watching an horrid TV show( The Jersey Shore, if you really want to know) instead of kissing his boyfriend as soon as they entered the room. Why does it feel weird? Blaine couldn't tell exactly. No, this is a lie. He could. He can. The fact is that in Blaine's mind Kurt and his house don't match, don't click, are not in the same dimension. Occasionally their paths might cross, but they could never really meet. However, all of this unpleasant thoughts go lost as soon as his lips touch Kurt's. Oh, Gosh! Why are they always so soft? And why, oh why, do they always taste so delicious?

Soon the kiss deepens. Kurt sliding an arm around Blaine's waist. Tongues meeting and dancing together.

" I love you" Blaine says with firm voice, suddenly breaking the kiss. Kurt just smiles and kisses him harder, hands wandering underneath his boyfriend's t-shirt. (No uniform today. No uniform means no blazer. No blazer means skin just there. Easy to reach. Kurt loves weekends!). Kurt's hands on his bare back send shivers directly to Blaine's spine. Brain already half gone. Without breaking the kiss, Blaine moves his left hand on Kurt's right hip, rolling him a little bit, until he is stretched underneath him. He loves this. He loves feeling Kurt's body under his. He is so warm and fluid, and so … responsive. And he is his. He grasps his hands, moving them from where they were on his back to the corners of Kurt's head, mouth moving from Kurt's lips down to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, following a path so known but still as exciting as new.

"Oh God…" Kurt moans out. Why has his skin to be so sensitive to Blaine's touch? To his lips? To his tongue? Kurt loves this. He loves when he is the one in control, but loves this too. Even though he had been disappointed when his hands had been departed from Blaine's skin, he loves having them stretched above his head, kept still by the strong -and at the same time incredibly gentle- grip of his boyfriend. He loves when Blaine is like this. So passionate, and secure, and firm. Like claiming. Like claiming Kurt his. Kurt loves to be claimed.

And claiming Kurt is exactly what Blaine is doing. He always wants to feel the warmth of his body. He never wants to miss it again. He knows though that, at least for the moment, he has to separate himself from it. His parents will be home soon, which means that they cannot get too carried away, and, judging by the funny feeling in his tummy and Kurt's now perceptible arousal, they are dangerously close to that. Besides, well…..besides, they always stop when things get too heated….before….before…..

Ok, those thoughts aren't of any help, Blaine! Stop your little lusty brain!

Suddenly, Blaine's body is not longer on top of Kurt's, but at his side.

" We have to stop" he pants out, and then adds "We gotta be ready before my parents get home."

Kurt knows well that that is not the only reason for Blaine' abrupt retreat, however, he also knows that this isn't the right moment to approach the topic. They have a really important night ahead of them, so he decides to agree, but not without teasing a little bit, "Ok, but we'll go back to where we were soon, though."

Blaine chuckles loudly, " Sure will do."

Both boys are ready in less than an hour. Blaine is absolutely dashing in simple black pants and a with button up shirt. No tie. First two buttons left open. " Not too casual, not too elegant" his mother had said. As for Kurt, well, he simply rocks that new vest, a tight with shirt underneath it. He is well aware that the combination emphasizes his day by day broader shoulders and chest.

" We are too gorgeous for our own good" Kurt states from where they stand in front of the mirror. " Look at us" he continues, "No better looking couple has ever been seen. Suck it up Brangelina!"

And now Blaine is laughing genuinely, and Kurt is glad that he managed to do that, to make him laugh, for he has literally seen the tension accumulate in his boyfriend's chest in the last hour. Introducing your boyfriend or girlfriend to your parents is never anxiety-free, no matter what the circumstances are and how proud and in love you are.

A voice from downstairs, " Blaine are you ready yet? Your mother said you invited a friend of yours. Wes or David? You know, you could have invited both of them if you wanted to."

Blaine' s entire body tenses at that voice. His heart skips a beat. Kurt though is looking at him reassuringly. They stare at their image in the mirror for a few instants more, until Blaine takes Kurt's hand and squeezes it. His boy squeezes back encouragingly , and it is all he needed. He smiles at him and leads him towards the door. They are at the top of the staircase when his father, at the bottom, sees them, hand in hand, and freezes. With an uncertain smile, Blaine greets him, " Hi dad. Yes, we are ready. I invited Kurt to join us." His father is still staring at them. They have descended a few steps when Kurt's hand leaves Blaine, so that he can offers it to Mr. Anderson to be shaken. "Good evening Mr. Anderson. I am Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure to meet you" he says cheerfully and with the warmest smile possible given the circumstance, trying to control his increasing nervousness.

" I know who you are" he replies coldly, not even looking at him. His gaze is directed to Blaine. Kurt stretched hand is left there, hovering in the coldest air imaginable.

A/N Should I be banned from writing fanfictions? From even thinking of writing? Or can I keep trying? Let me know! :)