Kurt hesitantly rang the doorbell to his boyfriend's house. Blaine had begged him to come to the Anderson's annual New Year's Eve party, insisting that he'd be bored to death without him. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were both high-class lawyers, and the party guests were usually a mixture of relatives, co-workers, clients and family-friends. Blaine wasn't very close with the few cousins he had near his age, and was delighted when Kurt had excepted the invitation.
A teenaged boy dressed in ratty jeans and a too-big hoodie answered the door, "Who're you?"
Kurt bit his lip, "Kurt Hummel. I'm a... friend of Blaine's."
He knew that some of the Anderson's weren't the most excepting of Blaine's sexuality, and thought it wise to play it safe.
The boy looked Kurt up and down, taking in his crisp white suit and skinny silver tie.
Kurt sighed in relief when he heard a familiar female voice, "Seth, why the hell are you just standing in the doorway?"
Seth shrugged, "This guy says he's Blaine's friend."
Francey Anderson stepped into the doorway, a dark eyebrow raised. A smile graced her features when she saw Kurt,
"Duckie! Blaine's going to be happy you're here. He's been pacing around his bedroom, because he was worried that you'd get caught in the snowstorm."
Seth was still standing off to the side, "Why is he dressed all fancy?"
Francey gave him a stink eye, "It's a formal party, Seth. And this isn't fancy for Kurt. This is toned down. By a lot."
Seth just glared at Francey and stalked away.
Kurt heard someone stomping down the steps, "Francey! Is Kurt here yet, because I'm worried and-"
Francey rolled her eyes and interrupted, "Yes, Zachery. Chill. Your boyfriend's here."
She dragged Kurt into the house, shoving him into her brother. Blaine's eyes lit up as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and gave him a light kiss.
"I missed you so much!"
Laughing, Kurt pecked his lips again, "It's only been three days, Blaine."
Blaine nodded eagerly, "And those three days have been pure hell."
Kurt smiled softly, "I love you."
Blaine started leading him out of the foyer, his arm around Kurt's waist, "I love you too. Now come meet my family."
"Are they okay with... us?"
Blaine shrugged, "Mostly. Some of my relatives are a little uncomfortable about me being gay, but most of them are fine with it."
Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder, "Rachel's been at the house all day. When I left, she'd been making out with Finn on the couch for over an hour."
Blaine crinkled his nose, "Ew. At least when we make out, we do it alone."
Kurt gestured with his hand, "I know! And when I try to talk to Finn about it, he just complains about the one time he walked in on us making out.. rather passionately."
Blaine nodded, clearly remembering the moment, "That was awkward."
"Then he brought it up at dinner after you left. I have never seen my father's face get that red."
He laughed, and steered Kurt into the packed living room, dropping his hand from Kurt's waist, and slipping it into his boyfriend's hand.
As soon as they had entered the crowded room, an older woman with dark brown hair and green eyes stepped in front of the boys.
"Zachery! How are you darling?" She said in a thick Southern accent.
Blaine gave her a small smile, "I'm good, Aunt Liza. How're you?"
"I'm doing just fine. Now tell me, dear, have you finally gotten yourself a girlfriend?"
Blaine sighed and opened his mouth to speak when Francey butted in between the woman and the boys. "Aunt Liza, we told you last year," she said, "Blaine's gay." Francey then turned around and marched off, muttering about 'stupid forgetful old people.'
Aunt Liza looked the pair up and down, a dark eyebrow raised, "Oh, yes. I was thinking that it'd be a part of a phase. I suppose it's not?"
Blaine shook his head, "No, Aunt Liza. This is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is my Aunt Liza."
Kurt held out a pale hand, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."
She took his hand, shaking it lightly, "You as well. I'd better be off. Your Uncle Toby keeps sneaking off to get more wine when he thinks I'm not looking."
Blaine gave Kurt an apologetic smile, "Sorry. She's very old fashioned. She wants to be okay with it, but it's weird for her."
Kurt waved it off, "It's fine. I have a cousin who tries to avoid me like the plague every time we see each other. He thinks gay is contagious."
Blaine tugged Kurt over to the plush armchair that sat beside the fire, pulling Kurt down in it beside him, their hips pressed tightly together.
Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder, "I'm glad I'm finally meeting your family."
Blaine kissed the other boy's lips quickly, "Me too."
A/N: Francey belongs to Keitorin Asthore. (Caitlin.)
Yet another drabble. This is the last one for the night.
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