AN: Wow, I honestly wasn't expected so many people to follow and favorite my story. Truly amazing. Thank you guys! Heres chapter two! Let me know what you think. Reviews are love. Anything recognizable is not mine!
The days following Kurt's proposal were surprisingly normal. Blaine still insisted on calling Kurt Mr. Hummel despite the boss's obvious annoyance. As a response, Kurt was his typical bitchy self. He may have even stepped it up a little. What could he say, he loved seeing Blaine squirm.
He never said that he was a good person. He was threatening someone after all.
By the time Friday evening rolled around the two men found themselves at the JFK airport going through security.
"I don't understand what the point in this is!" Kurt huffed as he stripped down from his many accessories. It took him twenty minutes to get these boots on this morning, damn it! After placing his belongings in the completely unsanitary box Kurt glanced over to Blaine. "Wow, you a really short. Santana is going to have fun with that."
"As your fiancée, I think that was uncalled for. And who the hell is Santana?!" Instead of answering Blaine, Kurt just gave him an evil smirk as he walked through the medal detector.
The two made their way through all of security and were finally boarding the plane when Blaine realized he had no clue why they were even visiting Kurt's family. So he decided to ask him.
"Well, since I moved to New York I rarely ever get to see my father, and we were always close when I was growing up. We made it a tradition that every month one of us would fly out to the other. It's my turn to go see him. Plus I miss Carole and Finn too."
Blaine would never admit it, but he was taken aback from Kurt's answer. He always had this image in his head of a cold hearted person when he thought of his boss. He never showed any affection towards any of his coworkers. Blaine just believed this transitioned into his regular life as well. Thinking back on it, Kurt never received any personal calls at work and family and friends never came up in their many late nights. For all Blaine knew, Kurt was alone in this world.
The fact that he missed people made Blaine consider reevaluating his thoughts on Kurt. Maybe this weekend would be able to change how Blaine saw Kurt. Blaine hoped so. It may just make this sham of a marriage a little more bearable.
Kurt was thankful for today's technology when they landed in Lima, Ohio after only an hour and a half flight. He was anxious to see his family. He saw Burt every month, but only got to be with the rest of his family and high school friends every other month.
He was especially excited to see Santana. During their senior year they grew extremely close. After Finn unintentionally outed her, Kurt was there to give her support. After everything settled down and Santana had come to terms with everything, Kurt expected them to stop being so close. That was not how things turned out however. The two found that they actually enjoyed each other's sarcastic nature. Both were a little hard to love and were able to find love in each other.
Kurt was also curious to see how she would be around Blaine. He was hoping it would be some good entertainment.
After grabbing their luggage the two men walked around looking for their ride. This was especially difficult for Blaine because he had no idea what he was looking for, but in a matter of minutes he heard Kurt's shriek and saw a blur of movement as he ran on if the other direction.
"Finn!" Blaine turned to watch his boss as he engulfed a rather tall man into a huge hug. A small smile started to creep on his face at the image but as soon as he noticed, he wiped it away.
Blaine awkwardly moved his way over to the two men dragging both of their suitcases. He stood by the side, not wanting to interrupt the moment. Kurt was rambling about something or another while the taller man just kept nodding his head enthusiastically.
Eventually, Kurt ran out of things to say. He turned around to make his way to go grab his own suitcase when he saw Blaine standing there, his designer luggage in tow.
"Oh! Finn, how could I forget! This," Kurt pointed to a very uncomfortable Blaine "is my fiancé, Blaine Anderson." He then turned to Blaine "Blaine, this is my step-brother, Finn Hudson."
"Nice to meet you, Finn." Blaine stuck out his hand for Finn to shake. Finn reached out and took Blaine's hand into a rather firm handshake. He could have sworn he was trying to intimidate Blaine.
"You too." Finn shot out quickly before turning on his step-brother. "Kurt, you never even told us you were dating anyone and now you are engaged!? Care to explain?"
Kurt took a step back from his brother, with an uneasy expression on his face. "Yeah, about that. Blaine and I" Blaine's head whipped over to his boss when he heard his name. Apparently he was going to be thrown under the bus too. "would love to tell you all about it over lunch today. So, let's go! I want to see Carole and Dad!"
Finn did not look to happy that his brother was trying to deflect. Kurt would always tell them everything, and it was odd that he would keep this from his whole family. Santana was going to be pissed. The pair told each other everything. Good, he thought, Kurt deserves Santana's wrath.
Kurt heard Finn grumble as he took his suitcase from Blaine with a small smile that was supposed to be reassuring but really just confused Blaine some more. They both followed as Finn led them to their car.
Thirty minutes of awkward car ride later, Blaine watched as they pulled up to a modest two story house. It was in the middle of a neighborhood, which Blaine thought was a nice change from the close apartments in New York.
Once in the driveway, Finn turned the car off and opened up the trunk. He ended up grabbing their entire luggage for them and drug it into the house.
Meanwhile, Kurt turned to look at Blaine. He took a second to appreciate the nervous boys face. His eyes were like puppy dog eyes and the oddly shaped triangular eyebrows only added to that effect. Normally those eyebrows would be a huge problem for Kurt. He would only go out with the best looking of people, but they looked good on Blaine. He was able to pull them off when normally they would be an atrocity. Kurt could clearly see the panic in his hazel eyes and decided he should probably do something to comfort the man. He was doing him a huge favor, even if it was only so he could advance his career and not to actually help out a dear friend.
"You'll be fine, Blaine. Burt will try to play the intimidating father. Just say yes sir a lot and don't stick your foot in your mouth and you will be fine. Oh, and call him Mr. Hummel until he says otherwise. Which means you will be calling me by my actual name." He gave Blaine a pointed look. He was not Mr. Hummel, damn it. "He does not own any guns, despite what he says." Blaine gulped a little at that piece of information. What was he getting himself into?
"Carole is a sweetheart. She will love you, with your innocent look." Blaine's eyebrows scrunched up as he looked down at his appearance. What did Kurt mean by that? "See, just like that! Anyways, she'll probably hug you when you first walk in. She'll be trying to get Dad to calm down, so you want her on your side. And you've already met Finn! So, you should be good!"
Blaine nodded his head, taking all the information in. Meeting the parents was a nerve-wracking thing, even if it was not even a legitimate relationship. If anything, that added to his anxiety. He was sure they would be able to see right through this façade and end up murdering him for coercing their son into this agreement. Then, Cooper would definitely kill him for missing his mother's birthday.
Oh, god.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and drug him out of the car towards the house. "You will be fine, trust me." His boss's words did not add anymore comfort, but he appreciated the effort.
Kurt opened up the door without knocking and called out announcing their presence. An older woman walked into the foyer to great the boys. "Kurt!" She ran over to the taller man and wrapped her arms around him in a huge hug. Blaine was a little shocked to see that Kurt immediately returned the hug. He seemed to not be a touchy person whenever Blaine was concerned. She looked up from their embrace to see Blaine standing there.
"And who is this!" She smiled at Blaine while pulling away from Kurt's arm. She made the few steps over to the nervous boy! "You must be Blaine; I am so excited to meet you!" Just like Kurt predicted, Blaine felt himself in a warm hug. He pulled his arms up to wrap around her body before pulling back. "You can call me Carole. Oh! I'm just so happy you guys are here!"
Blaine did not really know how to respond verbally, so he only smiled at her before moving to stand by Kurt's side. If two weeks ago, somebody told him he would have found comfort in his boss's presence, he would have laughed in their face. Now, he needed that comfort and Kurt seemed to fill that void.
"Where's dad?" Blaine looked at him with panic on his face. He liked Carole. Carole was nice. She hugged him and did not make him call her Mrs. Hummel or was it Mrs. Hudson, maybe she took on both names and its Mrs. Hummel-Hudson or Mrs. Hudson-Hummel or she could have done some weird combination of the two and be Mrs. Hudmel. Oh god, Blaine was so thankful he could just call her Carole.
Kurt was oblivious to the small panic attack Blaine was having at having to meet the over-protective father. Carole told him he was in the living room and Kurt reached for Blaine's hand before tugging him along to go die. Well, not die, but Blaine was in worse case scenario mode.
"Dad!" Kurt called out as the rounded the door. Burt was lounging in a recliner with a football game on the TV. He had a bag of chips in his lap, which apparently was a no because Kurt immediately started to chastise him. "Dad!" He said with a lot more anger. "What are you doing?! You know you can't eat those! You're heart!"
Burt just chuckled at his son. "Kid, I'm fine. That was over ten years ago. I have lost a ton of weight, and the doctor gave me the clear. So, calm down and come give your old man a hug." Kurt sighed and did what his father instructed.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I just care about you, you know? I love you."
"I know and I love you too." Kurt sighed into his father's arm while Blaine watched on with awe in his eyes until Burt made eye contact with him standing there. "Now, who is this?"
Once again, it seemed like Kurt forgot his employee's presence. "Oh! Dad, this is Blaine Anderson, my fiancé. Honey this is my dad, Burt."
Blaine was caught off guard by the term of endearment but ignored it in favor of walking over to give his future father-in-law a hand shake. "Mr. Hummel, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too, Blaine." Damn, Blaine was hoping he would get the first name okay.
"Kurt, how did this happen? You never even told us you were dating; now you're getting married." Kurt chuckled at his father.
"You sound just like Finn. Blaine and I," Again with bringing in Blaine. Blaine made a mental note to talk to Kurt about that little tendency he had. "are going to explain everything at lunch. We only want to tell the story once. Plus, that way Santana will be here to hear everything too."
Santana? Kurt did not tell Blaine how to act around her. He had only heard about her twice, but he had a feeling that she would be a big problem for Blaine. Even though he could usually rely on his intuition, he hoped it was wrong this time around. He needed to ask Kurt about her before lunch. He did not want to be taken by surprise.
"Alright, kid. Go get you and your fiancé set up in your room." Kurt gave his dad another hug before pulling Blaine up the stairs to his childhood room.
Blaine did not expect that his dad would be allowing them to share a bed, and if this was a real relationship he probably would be happy about this. However, this was not a real relationship. Now, he and Kurt had to share a room. Blaine was freaking out.
Kurt did not recognize the huge dilemma or he just didn't care, but either way, Blaine was not happy about his nonchalant behavior. Why was he not freaking out, too?!
"Um, Kurt."
"Yes, Blaine." Kurt just kept on moving towards his room before reaching the door and gesturing for Blaine to enter the space.
"Your dad is cool with us sharing a room?" Kurt looked at him with a funny look.
"Blaine, I'm an adult now. I'm pretty sure he expected this. Anyways, is that a problem for you?" Blaine looked at him, shocked.
"Yes that's a problem! I do not feel comfortable with sleeping in the same bed as my boss." Kurt let out a laugh which just pissed off Blaine. He was having a crisis here and all Kurt could do was laugh at him?! "What is so damn funny?" It was more of a statement than a question. He was angry at Kurt's response.
"It's funny because it won't be a problem." When he saw Blaine's face he started to explain himself. "We won't be sharing a bed, because you will be sleeping on the floor."
"Why do I have to get the floor?!" Kurt just laughed at him. Blaine waited for a few minutes for a response, but Kurt just started to up pack his suitcase. With a huff he pulled his off the bed and put it in the corner. He did not feel the need to unpack when they were heading to Westerville tomorrow.
"Kurt?"
"Hmm." Kurt answered.
"I thought you were going to be deported?"
Kurt turned to stare at the shorter man funny. "I was?" He asked more of a question. He was definitely confused by Blaine's question.
"Then how come your family all lives here? Wouldn't they be in Canada?"
Oh, know he understood where Blaine was getting at. "Oh, yeah. My dad is the only one who is biologically related to me. When my mom died we moved down here. He got a work visa and I got a school visa. He started to apply for citizenship for us when I was in high school. By the time I turned eighteen we still hadn't received feedback from immigration but at that point my Dad married an American citizen, Carole. Once my school visa expired, I applied for a work one. And, yeah you know the rest."
Blaine chuckled earning a questioning look from Kurt. "I guess it's a family thing to just marry into the country? It's like marrying into wealth. You're a gold digger, Kurt. You only want me for my citizenship, I'm kind of hurt." He faked hurt as he hit himself in the heart with his hand dramatically. He laughed again when a pillow was chucked at his head.
"Like you have any room to talk, Anderson. You are whoring yourself out for a promotion!"
"Well then, we are both awful people."
"Agreed." Blaine stuck his tongue out in Kurt's direction once he turned his back. Who cares if it was childish, it felt necessary.
"Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?" He said with a huff. He may be getting slightly annoyed by Blaine right now.
"Who is Santana?"
"She's my best friend." Kurt answered without turning around from putting away his clothes. He sure had a lot. Blaine wondered how he ended up fitting all of that into his suitcase. It wasn't even all that big.
"You have friends?" Blaine asked. Kurt turned to give him a glare. Maybe it was a little uncalled for, Blaine acknowledged. But once again he was compelled to say it.
"I'm sorry. I guess you will just learn all about her on your own. Good luck with that." Kurt started to make his was out of the room. He did not want to let on that Blaine's comment hurt him, but it did. It was true, he did not have many friends. He did not like that fact, but that was just how it was.
"Kurt, I'm sorry. When I'm nervous I tend to be more stupid than usual. Please tell me about her!" Kurt contemplated leaving Blaine to fend for himself, but was struck with a small amount of compassion and turned back around. He made his way to his bed and sat on the corner with a sigh.
"Like I was saying, she is my best friend. In high school, she was outed by Finn. It was unintentional, but it killed her. Her grandmother ended up disowning her, it was awful. Before that, I was the only out kid at school. I kind of was her support during it all. Once she was able to actually come to terms with things, our friendship only grew. We are both sarcastic and witty, perfect for each other. I tell her everything, I love her."
Blaine's heart warmed at Kurt's confession. It was sweet to see him like this. He was not used to this softer side of Kurt. He rather enjoyed it.
"Anyways, so yeah. She's sarcastic. She's is going to try and break you, but just be strong. Once you pass her test, she will be all over you." Kurt patted Blaine's knee when he started to freak out from what Kurt said. It was as comforting as Kurt was going to get, so Blaine appreciated the small gesture.
"I'm going to die." Kurt laughed at his fake fiancé. He could not help it, it was cute to see Blaine freak out. It showed he cared about how Kurt's family thought of him.
The two sat in a comfortable silence for a little while longer until a doorbell was heard ringing through the house. "Santana!" Kurt squealed, as he leaped from the bed. Blaine could hear his footsteps thumping down the stairs as he ran to greet his friend.
Blaine slowly made his way down the stairs to see his boss and a Latina girl talking animatedly to each other. Kurt's back was to him so he decided it was about time to start acting like the loving fiancé.
Kurt jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a pair of lips were on his cheek. He turned to see Blaine and was about to chew him out for touching him. He was his boss, for fuck's sake. That's inappropriate behavior, but then the situation crashed down on him when Santana spoke up.
"Holy Hell Hummel! When did you get yourself some man candy?"
"We were going to tell the story at lunch. My name is Blaine Anderson, Kurt's fiancé. You must be Santana. I heard so much about you." Blaine let go of his boss and moved to stand next to him. He extended his to Santana to shake. She started at it for a moment, and Blaine was afraid that she was going to ignore it, but eventually her hand met his.
"Pleasure. But, I wish I could say the same about you. Kurt, explain." She said in her best no nonsense voice as she pulled her hand back and landed a glare on her best friend.
"Like Blaine said, we will. At lunch. Come on, let's go see if Carole needs any help." He wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist. He knew he would have to step up his game to keep Santana convinced. He was grateful for Blaine's impromptu PDA, but he also needed to show his own initiative. If Blaine was surprised by his action, he did not show it.
The trio made there way into the kitchen. Santana received one of Carole's famous hugs. Kurt asked his step-mom if she needed help and they were all delegated to help set the table. After everything was in place, they helped Carole bring the food in and placed it on the table. They did't typically all eat together like this, but it was a special occasion having Kurt home.
Carole went and retrieved Finn and Burt. Once they were all settled and eating, Kurt decided to start a conversation at something not directed at him or the man sitting next to him.
"So, Finn. Where are Katie and Sammy?" Katie was Finn's wife and Sammy was their five year old son.
"Sammy wasn't feeling too well. She decided to stay home with him. She really wanted to come see you, but said she would let me instead. You don't come around enough."
"You could always come up there! New York would love you!"
Finn gave him an odd look. "Are you seriously suggesting I take a five year old child to New York City? Kurt, you're crazy."
"Finn, there are tons of kids in New York every day. There isn't a height limit. Blaine's allowed in and he's practically a dwarf."
"Hey!" Blaine glared at his fiancé. "I'm not that short!"
"Oh yeah you are hobbit." Santana added in.
"See I told you she would say something about your height!" Kurt said excitedly, remembering his comment at security.
"Only 'cause you brought it up!" True, Kurt thought. But he would never admit that out loud.
"Yeah, yeah. Eat your green beans, maybe you will have a growth spurt." Blaine glared at his boyfriend as the rest of the family all laughed.
"You guys are just like an old marry couple. So, Kurt. Tell me how it happened!" Santana said excitedly. She was desperate to hear the story of how this man managed to steal her best friend's heart. Despite the fact that he told her nothing, she was happy for him.
"Fine. Okay, well I didn't tell any of you guys beforehand because I didn't want to jinx anything. Blaine works for me at the office. He has been for about three years, but recently we've had a lot of late nights trying to meet deadlines and what not. Things happened and we started to, you know, feel things I guess. I could tell he liked me, but wasn't going to say anything because I was his boss and all. So, I ended up asking him out to coffee. Things only went up from there."
"Aww! I'm so happy for you, Kurt." Carole had become like a second mom for Kurt. Nobody could replace Elizabeth, but he was glad he had the opportunity for Carole to be in his life.
"Me too, Kiddo. But I want to hear the engagement story. How did he ask you?" Blaine let out a small chuckle under his breath at this. He was hoping that nobody saw this but he ended up receiving a glare from Kurt and a curious look from Santana.
"Actually, he ended up asking me." Blaine spoke up after Kurt started to shuffle his food around on his plate. "It was probably the most romantic thing ever. It was just Monday, actually. It was a long day at work and I was excited to get home and go to sleep. I ended up passing out on my couch and woke up at eleven to a pounding on my door. It was Kurt. He made me get up and dress in something publicly decent before dragging me out to a taxi parked in front of my apartment.
"The whole time I kept begging him to tell me what was up, but he refused. Eventually we pulled up to time square. After he paid the cabby we climbed out. It was a few minutes to midnight at this point, and he got down on one knee." The rest of the group looked surprised. "I know, I was shocked too! I guess it was something special if he was willing to do that for me." Blaine gave Kurt a loving look and grabbed his hand on the table and rubbed his thumb over the top of Kurt's.
"Anyways, he told me how much he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of forever with me. It was so sweet. When he asked me to be his husband, I couldn't help but say yes. Kurt is the best thing to ever happen to me." He said the last part while staring in Kurt's eyes.
His attempt to be as heartfelt as possible ended up working because the whole table erupted in "aww's" and "congratulations" while Kurt looked down at his plate, his face heated up.
"Kurt, that is so sweet! Congratulations you two. I'm so happy for you. So when is the date?" Carole asked the pair.
Kurt's head shot up and he turned to Blaine. He was panicking. He was still in shock from Blaine's little speech and couldn't think. He was hoping Blaine would get the message and talk for him, and thankfully he was lucky enough he did.
"We actually haven't chosen one yet. Since it was only Monday and we are heading to go see my own family tomorrow, we thought we would start planning next week. But, I was kind of hoping for a winter wedding. It's my favorite time to be in New York." Kurt sent him a thankful look.
Things started to die down as conversations broke out between everyone. Carole and Kurt started talking about the decorations in the dining room while Finn, Blaine, and Burt started to talk about football. This left Santana out however she was content with this. She spent the remainder of lunch trying to work through the newly engaged couple's behavior.
Finally lunch was over. Kurt offered to help Carole clean up but instead she employed Burt to help her. With a huff, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
Finn said his goodbyes. He gave an extra long hug to Kurt and a friendlier handshake to Blaine before leaving to go see his wife and child.
Kurt and Blaine were lounging in the living room talking about unimportant things when Santana came in and sat down next to Blaine. This may have sent Blaine into a mini panic attack in his head, but he was able to keep his cool. Well, until Santana decided to speak.
"I was wondering if I could see the happy couple in their room for a moment. I have some questions." With that, she walked out of the room and towards Kurt's room. The two boys exchanged worried glances before following the Latina.
