"Blaine?" Kurt's voice cracked slightly as he was on the verge of tears. He didn't get a reply at first so he decided to continue "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I made it all up in my head and... Well, I really don't want to talk about this when we're not face to face" When Kurt still didn't get an answer he tried one last thing to try and coax Blaine down. "Fine, I'll go. I understand. I'd hate me too after what I did"

Suddenly he heard some shuffling and then a rope ladder was thrown out of one of the windows that was over Kurt's garden. Kurt looked slightly anxious at having to climb the flimsy-looking ladder. He debated whether he should climb it, and in the end he chose the option that might get him his friend back. He slowly climbed up, his foot slipping a couple of times. He swung his leg over into the treehouse and carefully stepped in. As soon as he

was in, he saw Blaine. He was sitting next to a guitar and his eyes were red and puffy as he looked up at Kurt.

"Blaine..." Kurt started, before he gave up talking and went over to Blaine and engulfed him in a hug. Neither of them said anything, they just hugged each other and let the tears flow. Kurt knew in that moment that he would never hurt Blaine again. Even if they never became anything more than friends, he would always be there for him. He had no idea why. He hadn't known this boy for much more than a day, but there was just something about him that drew him in.

"So..." Kurt started, standing up and stretching after who knows how long him and Blaine had been sat together, holding each other.

"'So' what?" Blaine smirked.

"I-I... I just...This is a nice treehouse you've got here" Kurt said, chickening out of what he really wanted to say.

He cringed and then looked back at Blaine, who despite his eyes still being a tad puffy, was trying to hold back laughter, but Kurt could tell that Blaine didn't have a very good poker face. When Blaine saw Kurt, he couldn't hold it in and started laughing into his hands. Kurt frowned a little.

"What?" Kurt snapped, instantly thinking he shouldn't be getting annoyed.

"I...I mean... We were just sat here for God knows how long being all emotional and tense and then you come out with that" Blaine managed to get out between fits of laughter.

Kurt felt his mouth twitch a bit which turned into a grin "Okay, okay. I didn't know what I was meant to say though" Kurt sighed, walking over to one of the windows and sitting facing Blaine.

"We're okay now though, right?" Blaine asked, a hint of worry flashing over his face.

"Yes, of course we are." Kurt walked back over and sat cross-legged in front of Blaine "Look, I am so sorry about what happened. You have to understand that I've never even met anyone who's gay before, so I didn't expect that that was the reason you were acting weird; I just made this thing up in my head and for some reason I decided it was true and flipped out and I shouldn't have because I like you too and I've probably ruined everyth-"

"Wait a second" Blaine interrupted, his brows furrowing. "You like me too?"

Kurt's eyes widened in fear of what he had just admitted but then he smiled shyly and nodded.

"Yeah. Ever since you helped me with that box. I didn't know if you were gay or not so I didn't say anything. Why do you think I wore that outfit yesterday for painting?" Kurt laughed.

"You did that to see if I was gay?" Blaine snorted.

"Sure did. As you can see from what I'm wearing today, skinny jeans and a too-tight top and not my usual decorating attire" Kurt said, gesturing to his sweatpants.

"Anyway, back to my point... You like me?" Blaine asked again.

"Yes. I like you, Blaine."

"Well then. Kurt Hummel, will you accompany me to dinner tomorrow night?" Blaine asked, his smile so wide that it illuminated the room.

"No" Kurt said sarcastically "I have stuff to do" Blaine hit him playfully on the chest "Hey! That's no way to treat somebody you just asked on a date"

"I'm sorry. So seriously, what do you say? You, me and my amazing cooking skills. Tomorrow night, my house at 6pm?"

"It's a date" Kurt smiled.

When Blaine and Kurt had finally said goodbye, they agreed to not see each other until their date, and therefore exchanged numbers so they could keep in contact. After practically dancing his way back to the house, he was surprised to see that pretty much all the boxes in the kitchen were gone and that everything was unpacked.

"Um... Hello?" Kurt shouted into the seemingly empty house.

"Hey, Kurt! Where have you been?" Burt asked, appearing from the sitting room, where everything was also unpacked.

"Oh, I was... just wandering around the garden" Kurt replied, avoiding his dad's gaze but not being able to hide the smile on his face.

"Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?" Burt laughed "Come on, spill"

"Well...I sorta have a date tomorrow night"

"Kurt, who could you have possibly met when walking around the back yard? A wood nymph?" Suddenly, Burt's mind clicked things together. "It's Blaine, isn't it?" Kurt nodded "But I thought you guys had some huge argument, unless the yelling and screaming yesterday was in my head"

"We sorted it out. It was one massive misunderstanding on my part, I apologised, he asked me out. That's about it really" Kurt sighed, still smiling.

"'That's about it'" Burt chuckled "Son, I know this is a big deal for you. But I just want you to know that I want to speak to Blaine before this date, ok?" Burt turned serious.

"I-I... But dad, the dates at his house so it's not as if we're going out and you need to set rules or anythin-" Kurt whined.

"It doesn't matter, a date is a date. I'm going to talk to Blaine, end of story"

Kurt sighed, there was no point arguing his dad when it came to serious things like like this. "Fine, I guess."

Burt nodded before heading back into the sitting room to watch whatever game was on. Kurt waited until he was sure his dad was gone before pulling out his phone to text Blaine; he knew that his dad would get at him for pre-warning Blaine.

To Blaine

my dad wants to talk to you before the date, just thought I'd warn you ;)

Kurt's finger hovered over the 'x' before he decided that he didn't want to come across as too forward, and sent the text.

Blaine watched Kurt walk back into his house before he climbed down the ladder back down into his own garden. He resisted the urge to squeal like a girl when he realised that he had his first date tomorrow. When he got back into his house, the first person who saw him was his brother, Cooper.

"What were you doing in that treehouse, Squirt? You sure seem happy" Cooper questioned, taking a sip of his coffee while he sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

Blaine snapped out of his trance and pulled a face at what his brother was suggesting. "Ew, Coop. Nothing like that. I was just-" Blaine stopped and looked around the kitchen. "Are mom and dad here?"

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" Cooper looked suspiciously at his brother

"I just need to tell you all something..." Blaine started, beginning to walk out of the kitchen.

"Blaine, you already came out like 3 years ago, remember? What's so important that we need to have a family meeting?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and scoffed "Mom? Dad? Can you come in the kitchen for a minute?" Blaine shouted, then he turned back to Cooper "Technically, this isn't a family meeting. I mean, Lucy's staying with us and I'm not getting her to join"

A few seconds later, Blaine's parents, Michael and Maria, walked into the kitchen where their two sons were sitting, looking slightly apprehensive.

"What's wrong, Blaine?" Maria asked, laying a hand over his.

"Nothing's wrong, mom. The total opposite actually. I... I have a date tomorrow" Blaine said, turning red and looking at his shoes.

Maria squealed and wrapped her arms around her son, while Cooper and Michael patted him on the back happily.

"It's about time, son. You'd better treat the guy nice" Michael chuckled

"Who is it? Is it that Sebastian from school?" Maria asked, causing Blaine and Cooper to look at each other and laugh.

"Mom, Sebastian's an ass." Cooper said, looking at Blaine who nodded.

"Cooper, there's no need to be rude. He seemed nice enough when we met him after the last Warblers concert. He's your friend, isn't he Blaine?" Maria asked, moving back to stand with her husband.

Blaine snorted "No way. Cooper's right. Sebastian is just awful. Anyway, his name is Kurt and he lives next door. He's so amazing even though I've only known him for a few days. I'm going to cook him dinner here tomorrow night, so you're all going to need to leave because I can't have you embarrassing me so much he never wants to see me again" Blaine teased.

"Us? Embarrass you? You wound me, little brother" Cooper gasped in mock hurt.

As the family laughed together, Blaine's phone vibrated in his pocket and he couldn't help but give a dopey grin when he saw it was from the boy they were talking about: Kurt.

From Kurt

my dad wants to talk to you before the date, just thought I'd warn you ;)

Blaine instantly felt nervous. The last time he'd spoken to Burt, he'd made a complete idiot of himself. And Burt had said that Blaine shouldn't feel worried unless he was going to ask Kurt out. This was not going to go well. He tapped out a quick reply and ignored his hands shaking slightly.

"Are you okay, son?" Michael asked, and Blaine looked up to see the concerned faces of his family.

"Yeah, I-I just..." Blaine thought about whether he should tell his parents, and decided that it wouldn't hurt. "Kurt just texted me to tell me that his dad wants to speak to me before our date. And I'm scared" Blaine laughed once.

He watched his family look at each other before his father nodded and his mom and Cooper left the room.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, wondering why two thirds of his family had left the room.

"Well, as me and your brother are the only ones who have had the father/boyfriend talks and Coop will probably overdo it and scare you for a joke. I'll tell you how it is. Is it actually scary? Hell yes. When I spoke to your grandpa for the first time, he warned me that if I ever hurt your mom that I would have to sleep with one eye open" Michael laughed at the memory, but stopped when he saw Blaine's eyes widen and his face go pale "But, most of all, he'll probably just want to make sure that you're going to take care of Kurt, which I'm sure you will. And if you don't then you'll have me on your case too." Michael winked. "In all seriousness though, Blaine, I'm glad you've found someone. I know that you're the sort of person who wants to wait for someone special, and the way your entire face lit up when he texted you, I'm just so glad that you've found someone that can make you do that"

Blaine couldn't help but smile and feel himself well up. His dad had never said anything like that to him before. "Thanks, dad. I love you."

"I love you too, Son. You can go up to your room now and text this Kurt like I know you're dying to"

Blaine grinned and started to walk towards the stairs when his father called him back.

"Oh, and Blaine?" Blaine peered back around into the kitchen "Tell Kurt that I want to speak to him sometime tomorrow too"

To say that Kurt was freaking out would be an understatement. He was pacing around his room, each time stopping to look at his closet to see if anything jumped out at him to wear. Usually he had no trouble at all in finding an outfit that looked amazing; that was his thing. But this afternoon, it was as if any and all knowledge of fashion had evaporated from his brain. Admittedly, when he had text Blaine to tell him that his father wanted to speak to him, he couldn't help but laugh and find the whole thing funny, however when Blaine told him that his father wanted to talk to Kurt too, he felt sick. This was his first ever date, thus he'd never had to meet a date or boyfriend's parents before. What did he say? What did he wear? Were Blaine's family accepting of him or was Blaine's dad going to tell him he's an abomination to the human race? He had no idea at all what to do. Glancing at the time on his phone, he realised that he had less than 2 hours until Blaine would be knocking on his door. He scrolled down his contacts on his phone until he reached the name of the only person who could help him. He pressed the call button and waited until they picked up.

"Kurt?"

"Hey Mercedes!"

"What are you calling me for? I thought you had a hot date tonight" Mercedes giggled.

"Oh, I do" Kurt laughed, Mercedes seemed to have a calming effect on him that only best friends had. "I just... Are you at home?"

"I sure am, why?" Mercedes asked, warily.

"Can I Skype you? I'm having a major fashion crisis and you're the only person I can trust to give me an honest opinion."

"Sure, I'm logging on now. See you in a minute!"

"Ok, bye!"

Kurt hung up and opened up his laptop, typing in his password and calling Mercedes. He couldn't help but smile warmly when his best friend's face appeared on his screen. Although it had only been just under a week since he saw her, he still missed her like hell.

"What?" Mercedes asked

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and laughed to himself "Nothing, I was just thinking about how I miss you"

"Aw! Sweetie, I miss you too!" Mercedes exclaimed, followed by a sigh.

"Anyway, I promise we can catch up soon, but right now I really need your help." Kurt groaned, standing up and walking over to his closet.

"Ok, shoot"

"Right, all thoughts of fashion have pretty much gone from my head. I'm also meeting my date's dad and I have no idea whether he's nice or not. So do I go for traditional Kurt Hummel or toned-down Kurt Hummel?" Kurt watched while Mercedes tapped her lip and thought about it.

"I think... I think you should keep the clothes relatively simple but then maybe some accessories that scream ' the fabulous Kurt Hummel'?"

"Oh my God, Mercedes. Why didn't I even think about that. See what I mean? I can even think straight. Any suggestions of exact clothes?"

"What about that outfit you wore the last Black Friday? That was pretty simple because you didn't want to ruin any of your good clothes pushing through people" They both laughed at the memory while Kurt rushed into his closet and pulled out the long-sleeved white button-up shirt, the dark blue jeans and the grey waistcoat. He was considering kissing the screen because of how thankful he was for Mercedes' help.

Kurt squealed "This is perfect! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I love you! Yes, I'll wear my zebra head broach too."

"No problem at all. I'm here for you anytime. Now, I think you should stop talking to me and start getting yourself ready because I know it'll take you about an hour to do your hair to perfection" Mercedes rolled her eyes which made Kurt laugh.

"You know me so well!" Kurt laughed "As I said, I promise we'll catch up soon, I love you so much, sweetie"

"I love ya too, Kurt" Mercedes sighed and Kurt hit the 'end call' button.

Kurt shut his laptop and quickly changed into the outfit and sat down at his dresser, starting on his hair. He was still super nervous and was planning on how he would introduce himself and what he would talk about and whether Blaine's dad would kill him and discard the body so that nobody would ever find him. Kurt snorted at his own stupidity. In reality, Kurt knew that the worst that could happen was that Blaine's dad called him names, which Kurt was a professional at ignoring, thanks to the homophobes he'd had to deal with in the past. When he thought about it though, Blaine wouldn't agree to his dad meeting Kurt if there was any possibility of him being an asshole. He shook all the bad thoughts out of his head and concentrated on thinking about how good tonight was going to be. He'd never had anyone show any interest in him before, never mind someone cooking him a romantic meal.

About an hour later, Kurt was sat in the living room, practically bouncing in his seat. From the nerves or excitement? Probably a lot of both. Burt, who was trying to watch the tv, looked over to his son and chuckled.

"Bud, you ok?" Burt asked, watching as Kurt immediately stopped bouncing and then went to playing with his hands.

"I-uh Y-Yeah, of course I am, dad." Kurt stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, sure looks like it. What time is Blaine due around here?"

Kurt checked the time on his phone and had to stop himself from collapsing into the sofa or running away. "In about 2 minutes" Kurt squeaked, before taking a deep breath, composing himself and looking sternly at his father. "Dad, please don't scare Blaine off when you speak to him. I like him"

"Oh, I already know exactly what I'm going to say to him, don't you worry" Burt smirked, grinning at his son wickedly.

Kurt groaned "That's not what I asked. Oh God, you're going to show him your collection of dangerous tools, aren't you?" He put his head into his hands

"No, I'm not" Burt laughed and Kurt visibly relaxed until Burt spoken again "Not yet anyway, that is reserved for a later date"

While Burt was chuckling at his son, the doorbell rang and Kurt shot up and ran to the door. When he opened the door, he was met by a very nervous looking, but at the same time completely and utterly gorgeous, Blaine, who attempted to smile.

"Hey" Kurt smiled warmly, all anxiety evaporating from his body for the time being. "You look really great"

Blaine scoffed then, looking a little less tense. "I look like nothing compared to you, you look amazing, Kurt" Blaine gushed, pulling Kurt into a quick hug.

"Ah, Blaine. It's nice to see you again" Burt announced, making his way into the hallway and holding out his hand for Blaine, who shot away from Kurt, to shake.

"You too, B-, Sir" Blaine replied, shaking Burt's hand briefly before releasing it.

Burt jerked his head the direction of the kitchen and Blaine nodded before shooting a glance at Kurt and following Burt into the kitchen, where Burt shut the door behind them. Kurt used those few precious minutes to try and compose himself. In his opinion, Blaine had been pretty calm compared to what Kurt was going to be like.

A/N – Woo. Hope you enjoyed it! I know the storyline's pretty sucky but apparently some of you love it so for that I am super grateful! Thankyouthankyouthankyou for the reviews and putting this on your alerts because seriously every time I get an email saying that someone has alerted this story, I resist the urge to squeal (unless I'm at home, in which case I do squeal.)

A big thankyou to Rhiannon, who taught me how to put page breaks in and made me feel stupid that I didn't know how to in the first place.

-Erin