A/N: This chapter introduces Wes and David into the story, as well as the rest of New Directions. The characters may seem OOC, but I like the way they came out so... yeah. Hopefully this chapter comes across as good as it sounded in my head. Personally, I like the next chapter better.

Anyway, enjoy and review! :D

Chapter 3

Kurt smiled widely as his home finally came into view. There were cars surrounding the house. Kurt could recognize Puck's pick-up truck, Sam's SUV, Santana's Honda, and Tina's compact car. He speculated that Puck had come over with Quinn, Sam with Mercedes, Santana with Brittany, and Tina with Mike and Artie. Knowing Rachel she had probably had Finn pick her up earlier.

Blaine smiled as he recognized Wes' black sedan. It was evident that he and David had come down together to welcome Blaine back to Ohio. He could already imagine the smug smirks they would have on their faces (taking Kurt to New York had initially been their idea). Blaine wasn't sure what kind of welcome to expect from most of New Directions, but he was sure Carole and Mercedes would be happy to see him. Rachel would mostly likely pester them for information about New York City. Finn would ask what they were up to, not that they'd tell him anything too personal. Puck and Santana would most likely smirk and ask how "wanky nyc sex" was. Quinn, Sam, Mike, and Tina were usually pretty quiet around him. Brittany would be glad to have her dolphins back. Artie was sort of a wild card. And Burt… well, truthfully, that was whose possible reaction scared Blaine the most.

The way Blaine saw it, things with Burt could go two ways. One, he'd be welcomed into the family easily. Two, Burt would pull Blaine from Kurt's grasp, interrogate him to the point of confession, and then Burt would murder Blaine for even considering marrying his son any time before they were both twenty-one. Kurt, ever the optimist, was positive the first option was the one that would occur. Blaine, ever the pessimist, believed firmly in the second option's probability.

"Blaine?" Blaine looked to see Kurt already standing outside of the car, hands on his hips. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet," Blaine replied impishly, "But I plan on it tonight."

Kurt gasped, instantly understanding the innuendo. "Blaine Anderson, if you ever want me to marry you, you will refrain from making sexual implication unless we are alone and nowhere near my family or alone in a bedroom. Is that understood?"

Blaine unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, chuckling at the authority laced in Kurt's voice before answering, "Whatever you say, babe."

Kurt nodded positively. "Good. Now, please get my luggage out of the trunk while I get my shoulder bag from the back seat."

Blaine saluted Kurt, who laughed, and made his way to the trunk. With a grunt, Blaine hauled the oversized suitcase out and onto the pavement. He pulled the handle out and handed it to Kurt, although he still couldn't understand where Kurt got the strength to be able to pull the thing. It must weigh at least thirty pounds; and that was what Kurt had packed for only a week. Blaine could only imagine what the moving day to New York would be like.

Kurt smiled and took the handle from Blaine and started walking up the path toward the front door, leaving Blaine behind to grab whatever else was left in the car and to lock it up. Blaine obliged, being used to this routine after dating Kurt for over a year.

After he had grabbed anything Kurt had left behind, Blaine made his way to the front door where Kurt was waiting for him. They shared a quick smile as Blaine reached out to knock. The door opened quickly as soon as Blaine's hand was back at his side.

"Kurt!" Finn grabbed his step-brother in a tight bear hug, either not noticing or ignoring the grip Kurt had formerly had on his suitcase. Blaine chuckled as Kurt beat on Finn's back, trying to loosen the grip that was nearly strangling him.

"Finn, either put me down or hug me like a normal person," Kurt gasped out between punches.

Finn's grip immediately loosened and he looked down at Kurt sheepishly. "Sorry, bro." He turned, seemingly just noticing Blaine. "Sup Blaine?" Blaine only nodded in response, conscious that Kurt had yet to express whether on nor he would scold Finn some more.

Although Blaine was sure that Kurt wanted to cause Finn bodily harm for wrinkling his previously flawless outfit, Kurt merely sighed and shook his head fondly at Finn. "It's alright. Now then, be a good brother and bring my bags inside." Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and led them both inside, both boys giggling at Finn's muttered discontent as he reached down to grab Kurt's luggage.

They walked through the living room and straight into the kitchen/dining room, where they heard multiple voices. Everyone was engaged in some activity or conversation. Carole was valiantly trying to keep the McKinley boys on task of setting the table for the large gathering, while the boys did their part to prolong the chore for as long as possible. The New Direction girls all sat at the counter discussing their summer and college plans. Burt sat at the head of the table munching on some potato chips.

Kurt sighed impatiently, expecting his father to be taking advantage of Kurt's absence to deviate from his diet, but Kurt hadn't expected it to be that bad. Did his father not understand the amount of fat, calories, and cholesterol in that death trap? Kurt turned to look at Blaine imploringly, to which Blaine nodded sympathetically. Kurt smiled in gratitude, released his grasp on Blaine's hand, and made his way over to his father to give him a good talking to.

Blaine chuckled. Some things about Kurt were just too adorable, his intense love for his father and his strict regulation of Burt's diet being just a couple of things of the long list. Blaine observed his surroundings, not noticing Wes or David anywhere in the room. He wondered where they had possibly gotten off to. He decided to ask Carole, who was now in the kitchen as all the McKinley boys were now setting the table under Kurt's supervision. Blaine took a second to admire Kurt before walking over to Carole.

Blaine entered the respectable kitchen and strolled to where Carole stood at the stove, ladling some kind of soup into a serving bowl.

"That smells delicious," Blaine remarked with a smile.

Carole started, nearly dropping the bowl of soup she held in her hands. She turned to see Blaine leaning against the refrigerator, smiling both sheepishly and apologetically. She breathed a sigh of relief. She placed the bowl carefully on the nearby counter before addressing Blaine.

"Blaine, dear. You nearly gave me a fright," said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Blaine apologized.

"No, no. It's alright. I just didn't hear you come in. Where's Kurt?"

"He's out in the dining room having the boys set up the table," Blaine replied with a chuckle.

Carole smiled affectionately at Kurt through the open doorway. "I don't know what I'd do without Kurt. He's actually gotten Finn to start being a tiny bit less sloppy. And where Finn is concerned, even that tiny bit makes a big difference."

"I bet," Blaine agreed.

"But you're not here to talk about how amazing Kurt is," Carole said knowingly. "What is it that I can help you with?"

Blaine chuckled. "Not this time around, no. I was wondering if you know where Wes and David got off to."

"Hm," Carole mentally accounted for all the children before she answered, "Last I know of, they were out in the garage looking at the most recent car Burt and Kurt were fixing up."

Blaine nodded. Wes and David still hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Kurt was more than capable when it came to automobiles. Blaine couldn't really blame them though; he too had been skeptical at first until he had seen Kurt at work on a car in his dad's car garage. Blaine had had some… undapper thoughts at the time. Seeing Kurt in his grease monkey outfit, oil splattered on his skin and clothes was just so… different; so very unlike Kurt. Blaine couldn't really help himself. And now he was having said lewd thoughts in front of Kurt's stepmother, inside Kurt's kitchen. Oh, God. He looked up to notice Carole smiling at him knowingly. Blaine flushed, mustered a quick "thank you," and quickly scurried outside to head toward the garage.

As Blaine walked through the yard he could hear laughter coming from the garage. Familiar laughter. Not only Wes and David's signature laughs, but also one that was a bit deeper… who was that?

"Wes? David?" Blaine called once he was in hearing distance of the garage door.

"In here," Wes called back.

Blaine followed the voice toward the back of the garage. He spotted the project Carole had mentioned, a red 1969 Mustang Convertible, and walked in the direction of it. On the other side of the vehicle Blaine witnessed a rare sight: Wes begging on his knees. He seemed to be intent on getting David to agree to something. Blaine was uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to know the backstory.

"Wes," Blaine approached the duo cautiously, "What are you doing?"

Wes looked up from his position on the floor, not budging an inch. "I am trying to convince David to go half with me on this beautiful car." He looked at the car longingly before turning his gaze back to David.

David shook his head. "No, Wes." David sighed, looking to Blaine for assistance.

Blaine shook his head also. "Sorry, David. You're on your own here."

Wes crowed in triumph. "Ha! See? Even Blaine recognizes the awesomeness of this car."

David frowned. "Then why don't you ask him to go half on it with you?"

Wes turned to look at Blaine, but immediately shook his head dismissively. "Blaine is not accessible. He is owned by Kurt. And I doubt Kurt would let him buy a car with me." Blaine was about to protest, but Wes continued on with his argument. "So, please, go half with me?"

David seemed to be considering the idea, so Wes pounced while he had the chance.

"David, if you go half with me, I will do whatever you want for an entire week," Wes bargained.

That seemed to grab David's attention. "An entire week? No matter what?"

"An entire week. No matter what." Wes rose to his feet, sticking his hand out to David so they could shake on it.

David extended his hand, grasping Wes' hand in his. "Deal." They shook hands and Blaine had to suppress a laugh at their childishness. Those two may have been on the Warbler council, and they may have taken everything that was related to school extremely seriously, but outside of Dalton they were two of the most juvenile kids Blaine knew. They were almost normal. Almost.

"Are you two done?" Blaine watched, amused, as the pair bickered over who had gotten the better deal.

Wes looked affronted. "What's got you in such a hurry?"

"Yeah," David continued, "Kurt tell you to come and get us?"

Blaine scowled. "Just because I love Kurt to death that does not mean that I am scared of him."

"Sure, you're not." Wes and David replied in tandem, a habit of theirs. They looked at each other and laughed.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Will you two just come on already? Dinner's probably set up by now."

"Alright, alright."

The duo made their way out of the garage, passing in front of Blaine as they reached the door. Blaine distinctly heard Wes mutter "whipped" as he passed. David had the decency to look ashamed of his best friend's actions. Blaine glowered and shook his head, following behind David as the trio headed toward the house and the dining room.

Kurt was surprised the boys were being as obedient as they were; he had honestly expected to find them all in Finn's room playing Call of Duty or whatever it was they played all the time. But here they were, all done setting the table and waiting patiently for Blaine to come in with Wes and David before they attempted to stuff their faces with the delicious food Carole had lain out. The table was swamped. Carole had really outdone herself; there on the table laid a roast, a bowl of Caesar salad, a bowl of beef and vegetable soup, a plate of freshly baked rolls, a bowl of mashed potatoes with an adjacent gravy boat, and some healthy stuff for Kurt and Burt. Kurt knew his father was reluctant to ignore all of the delicious fat-filled foods on the table, so Kurt had told him that as a reward for being so good to his diet up til now he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted as long as he ate at least two of the healthy options. Burt had agreed, calling Kurt's compromise fair and thanking Kurt for "giving him a break for once."

"Carole, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble…" Kurt understood that his homecoming was a big deal, but he didn't want Carole to go out of her way. He would have been happy with anything as long as his friends and family were in attendance.

"Of course not, sweetie. But I wanted to. This is one of the last times we'll have you all here together."

Carole did have a point. Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine were all going to college in New York. Finn, Puck, Sam, and Artie were all going to a nearby college in Connecticut. Mercedes, Santana, and Tina were going to Massachusetts. Mike and Brittany were going to a dance school in Pennsylvania. They would all be in neighboring states, but who knew how much time they'd actually be able to spend together?

Kurt smiled as he surveyed the plethora of conversation going on at the table. Too bad he didn't have a camera. This was a picture perfect moment.

Now the only thing missing was Blaine. Where was he? What was taking the three of them so long?

Just as that thought passed through Kurt's mind, the back door opened. Wes was in front, David behind him, and Blaine bringing up the rear. They smiled apologetically to Kurt and Carole before taking their seats. Blaine took the seat next to Kurt, while Wes and David sat next to each other on the other side of Finn. Blaine leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt's cheek.

"Sorry we took so long," Blaine whispered to Kurt. "Those two idiots were interested in the car that's in the garage," he explained.

"Hey!" Wes and David exclaimed indignantly. They shared another look, seeing as they had just spoken simultaneously for the second time that day. They high-fived, gaining weird looks from Finn.

Kurt laughed. "Alright, you two, that's enough."

"Can we eat now?" Finn inquired.

The table laughed collectively at Finn's love of food. "Yes, sweetheart," Carole answered.

"Awesome!" In an instant, Finn's plate was filled. Puck and Sam soon followed suit. Everyone else took moderate portions of food, chuckling as the three football players dug in.

After dinner and dessert (lemon meringue pie and chocolate pudding) had been enjoyed by all, the boys retreated to Finn's room to play video games while the girls withdrew to Kurt's room for some much needed girl talk.

A/N: Is this chapter short? Because it feels short to me.. hm. Well, anyway, the Some Like You/Rumors mash-up for next week looks like it's going to be amazing so I can't wait! :D And tonight I have two of my favorite shows to watch: The Vampire Diaires and Bones. :D Are any of you into those shows?

In the next chapter we'll have some Blaine-intimidating, video game owning, loud squealing, and Kurt-embarrassing occur. Should be fun. :D

I'm still taking suggestions on what the group should do together. So, if you want to see anything go down at the Hudmel home or maybe even a surprise visit from the rest of the Warblers, just let me know! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! :D