Since I had absolutely nothing to do today, I decided to whip up Chapter 7 for you guys! Hope you like it!

I do not own Glee or Klaine. Unfortunately.


"You sure that I look okay?" Blaine asked worriedly as he ran his hands over his hair, trapping his unruly curls with gel as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He wanted to look presentable for dinner since his snooty grandparents would be coming to dine and his parents had already called to say he needed to "dress nicely."

Kurt turned to Blaine with a smile, taking in his outfit. He wore a pair of black jeans and a loose, deep red button up (complete with a red and black checkered bow tie at Blaine's insistence), an outfit that Kurt had assured him would be suitable for dinner with the Anderson's. The shirt was loose, looser than how Blaine typically wore his shirts, but it covered his baby bump enough to where it couldn't be seen unless you were really looking for it. "I promise, sweetie, you look fine. Very handsome and dapper." He grinned and walked over to place a soft kiss to Blaine's cheek. "Though I wish you wouldn't slick your hair back. I love your curls."

"I know, but my parents always comment about how I look like a hobo with my hair all loose." Blaine muttered, shaking his head just slightly, "So I'm just gelling it to save them the trouble this time." Finally satisfied by his appearance, he took a step back from the mirror and turned towards Kurt with a small smile. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a black vest layered overtop. "You look great too, you know. Always do."

Blushing, Kurt leaned in and kissed his husband softly. "Well then I guess we make one good looking pair, hm? Now we need to get going so we aren't late."
So the two set off, making sure to grab their jackets to wear in the cool Ohio air, and headed to the Anderson household.

"Well, here we are." Blaine mumbled as he pulled up to the huge, familiar house with a small sigh. A tiny part of him was actually excited about seeing his family because it had been nearly a year seen he had seen them in person, but another part of him knew that the year apart probably hadn't had any effect on his parents. They had talked on the phone only a couple of times, and whenever they did, it was as if Blaine was being a bother to them just by calling. Nevertheless, he still craved acceptance from his parents that he had never felt growing up and all he could do now was hope that they would be happy about the baby.

"Er, Blaine? Are you coming?" Blaine snapped out of his daze to see Kurt staring at him from outside the car with a concerned expression.

Mumbling a quick "sorry," Blaine got out of the car and headed up to the door with his husband, plastering a smile on his face as he lifted a hand to knock. It took a few moments, but the door opened and Michelle Anderson stood there, barely managing a tight smile before she stepped back to let the boys in. "Hello, Blaine, Kurt. We were just wondering when you'd get here."

"Mom!" Blaine smiled brightly as he walked into the house, Kurt right behind him, and quickly kissed his mother on the cheek. "It's so good to see you! It's been... well it's been so long!"

Michelle cleared her throat as she looked her son over for a moment and clasped her hands. "Yes, it's always good to see you all too, honey. The others are in the dining room, if you'd come join us?" With that seemed like a forced smile she turned and headed that way without another word, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. It was no surprise to Kurt that Michelle's greeting had been less than a warm one, but he was grateful that the woman seemed to be trying, at least a little bit.

"Well, shall we get to the dining room, then?" He asked once both of their jackets were hung on the coat rack, "We wouldn't want to keep your family waiting." With what seemed like a nervous smile, Blaine nodded and led his husband towards the dining room, a little anxious about what was to come.

"Have a seat, Blaine." Jack Anderson, Blaine's father, boomed when the couple entered the room. He was already seated at the head of the table with a glass of wine in hand and he motioned to a nearby chair. "Come on now, sit down. Dinner will be ready in a moment." Blaine did as he was told and took a seat across from his grandparents that were also at the table. Joseph and Thelma Anderson looked between their grandson and Kurt with disapproving stares, but didn't say a word. Not yet, at least.

A long, awkward silence fell over the table and after a while Kurt couldn't stand it anymore. He cleared his throat and plastered a small smile on his face, looking to the elder Anderson's sitting across from him. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, it's a pleasure to see you again. I trust that you're doing well?"
Joseph Anderson grunted in response, muttering something that sounded like "freaking fairy" under his breath while Thelma merely smiled tightly and nodded.
'Well that was awkward.' Kurt thought with a small sigh as he reached for Blaine's hand under the table. Their fingers met and he gave his husband's hand a small squeeze and sat silently, afraid to speak again for fear of more awkwardness. Thankfully, Michelle walked out of the kitchen then with the turkey and put it in the middle of the table where all of the other dishes were already placed, ready to be served, and took her seat beside her husband.

"It looks great, Mom!" Blaine said cheerfully and smiled.

"Well it's not like she made it herself," Joseph spoke up in a gruff tone, staring at his grandson. "She ordered half the food because we know she can't cook to save her life! Burnt the damn turkey to a crisp last year, I know you remember that." Yes, it was true that the turkey had been burnt last year, but Blaine found no reason for his grandfather to chastise his mom about it. But saying so wouldn't do any good so he merely kept his mouth shut and continued to smile at his mother, who looked rather mortified by the comment from Joseph.

Nevertheless, she still looked across the table at Blaine and managed a small smile for him, nodding her head in appreciation at his compliment. "Thank you, dear." It was then at Jack stood up from his seat with a hearty laugh, looking between his wife and father for a moment.

"Well enough of this joking around, now! Let's carve this turkey and get eating!" It took a few minutes, but the turkey was cut and each person was given a serving on their plates before the remaining dishes were passed as well. Once everyone had helped themselves and were settled in, Jack claimed that they should all hold hands to pray. "Kurt, won't you say the blessing?"

For a moment Kurt sat there, frozen, as he gazed back at his husband's father. Surely the man knew that Kurt was an atheist and didn't feel comfortable with leading such a task like this, right?

"Dad," Blaine started, "I'll pray for us, if that's-"

"No. Jack asked the boy to do it and he will." Joseph snapped from across the table and glared at Kurt, waiting for him to speak.

Nervously, Kurt forced a tiny smile and nodded his head. "Yes. I'll... I'll be happy to pray for us." He mumbled. The rest of the table joined hands and bowed their hands, Blaine giving Kurt's a reassuring squeeze. "Um. Well. God, we, uh..." He tried, pausing for a moment to figure out what to say. Good Gaga, he had no clue what he was doing. "We... thank you that we can be gathered here together for this meal and enjoy each other's company...and..um.. Bless this food and, uh, the time we have together. Amen." He finished with a sigh of relief. The rest of the room murmured their amen's and then the room was nearly silent besides the occasional scrape of silverware.

"Well, Blaine, how are things in New York? I trust that things are going well with school. Your mother and I don't pay your tuition for nothing, so you'd better be doing well." Jack eventually stated with a sip of his wine and an expectant look at his son.

Blaine nodded and swallowed his mouthful of food, a bit surprised that his father was asking about school. He typically didn't mention New York a lot seeing as he didn't like Blaine's decision to move their with Kurt, so this was different. "Oh, school is great! I love my classes and my professors are awesome."

"What is it you're studying, Blaine?" Thelma spoke for the first time, looking at her grandson with a steely gaze.

"I'm studying to become a music teacher. I can't wait to actually get teaching. It's going to be great-"

"Music teacher?" Joseph scoffed as he shook his head. "That won't bring in decent money, you know. Your parents sent you to that Dalton to get a good education and now that you're in college you're just blowing it off You should be thinking about more practical things like becoming a doctor or a lawyer."

Now that just pissed Kurt off. How dare this man just brush Blaine's aspiration off as something stupid when it was something that he loved and was so passionate about! That was just uncalled for! "Well, Blaine happens to love what he does and I know he will be an amazing teacher. He's so talented." He said in an overly sweet tone with a smile at Joseph, who grunted in response. "Any child who becomes one of his students should be honored."

"Well." Thelma shared a look with her husband before glancing at Kurt. "That's nice."

Well, this dinner wasn't going as horribly as Kurt had expected it to, but things still weren't that great either. It was awkward and uncomfortable and he could see what Blaine was disappointed with the way his grandparents were responding to everything. Kurt's heart ached for his husband and he wanted nothing more than to scoop him into his arms and hold him, but Joseph would probably just make another snide remark about it so Kurt settled for holding Blaine's hand under the table. That was good enough for now.

Slowly, the conversation at the table drifted towards Jack's law firm and Kurt merely listened to Jack and Joseph talk about business and how certain clients and cases were going. It was a rather boring discussion, but at least it was better than eating in awkward silence. It wasn't long until everyone had finished eating and Kurt noted that Blaine's plate was still rather full of food.. Perhaps it was because he was nauseous? 'Or nervous. He's probably worrying himself to death.' He thought with a small frown, hoping that he was feeling okay.

"Well, why don't we all head into the living room?" Michelle suggested with a small smile. "Perhaps we could turn on a football game and sit and talk. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yes, that does sound pretty nice." Jack agreed as he began to stand from the table. "We can worry about cleaning up dinner dishes in a little while, so let's go get settled-"

"Wait!" Blaine suddenly exclaimed causing the other Andersons to turn and look at him in confusion. "I, uh, I have something to tell you all before we start watching tv. So if you'd just sit back down..." He nervously shifted in his chair and smiled, thankful that his family complied and took their seats again.

"What is it, Blaine?" Jack asked with a sigh, wondering why his boy seemed so fidgety. "Come on, son, spit it out."

"Well..." Blaine once again took Kurt's hand under the table and gave him a nervous smile, thankful for the reassuring squeeze to his hand. "Kurt and I have some really important news to tell you and I hope you guys are excited as we are." Taking a deep breath, he knew that this really was it and there was no turning back now. He smiled just slightly, returning the squeeze to Kurt's hand. "I'm sure you guys have heard about the gene that some males carry that allows them to conceive and have children. I... went to the doctor a few weeks ago and it turns out that I have the gene.. and, well I'm... I'm pregnant. Kurt and I are having a baby."

For a moment the room was silent until Joseph let out a disapproving grunt and began to speak. "So you're telling me that not only are you married to this fairy, but you can't even be the man in the relationship? You let this little poof take control?"

Shocked by this, Blaine stumbled for an answer. "Grandfather, well, Kurt and I-"

"Don't you say another word. I don't want to hear about your... relations with him. I have tried my best to tolerate your choices, Blaine, but your grandmother and I will not put up with this. Homosexuality is a sin and any child that is raised by two men is living in sin too." With that, Joseph abruptly stood up from his chair and started out of the dining room. "Come on, Thelma. I'm not putting up with this for a moment longer. We're leaving."

Blaine was too stunned to even say anything and he merely watched as his grandparents left the room. His father stood from the table as well with a curse, hurrying after his parents without even a glance to Kurt and Blaine. "Mother, Father, wait. I'm sure there's an explanation for this and we can all talk about it! Please come back so we can discuss-"

Michelle stood from the table with a small cough when her husband left, her hands trembling slightly as she started to stack the dishes to take them into the kitchen. "I'll just start cleaning these up and put all the leftovers away-"

"M-Mom?"

She stopped and looked at Blaine for a moment, still trembling as she stood there. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide as she looked at her son, allowing herself to steal a quick glance at his stomach. But then her gaze was back on the dishes in front of her and she was unable to look at Blaine when he spoke.

"Mom, you... you're happy, right? About the baby? It's your first grandchild and I thought we could maybe go shopping together and get some stuff. You loved shopping for baby things went aunt Callie had her kids, so maybe-"

"Blaine… I've... really got to get these dishes cleaned up right now. I don't want the leftovers sitting out too long or they will go bad." Without another word she turned and left with a stack of plates, leaving her stunned son and son-in-law sitting at the table while she headed into the kitchen.

"Oh."

That single word nearly broke Kurt's heart. Blaine sounded so disappointed, so heartbroken, so... rejected all in that one, simple word. He slowly shifted his chair closer and let out a small sigh as he reached over to pull his husband into a comforting embrace. For a moment the two stayed like that, hugging, until a loud noise startled them and caused them to jump apart.

"God DAMN it ALL!" Jack Anderson yelled as the front door slammed so loudly that nearly the whole house shook (which was saying a lot, because the Anderson household was freaking huge). It was only a few seconds before the man was in the dining room, his face blood red with what Kurt assumed was anger. "Blaine." The older Anderson started through clenched teeth, "Why did you have to go and say something like that? We were trying to have time together as a family and for some reason you thought it would be appropriate to just blurt it out? Like it would be perfectly okay to announce that you're freaking pregnant?"

"I just thought... since we were all here as a family…"

"Well, you thought wrong, Blaine! Way wrong! A simple phone call would have been good enough, because now you've ruined our Thanksgiving and you'll be lucky if your grandparents ever speak to you again!" Jack snapped as he slammed a fist down on the table, causing both Kurt and Blaine to flinch. "You know that they don't approve of your... lifestyle," He paused and directed a glare in Kurt's direction, "and I just don't understand why you thought that they would be okay with this. Okay with the fact that this is not normal. Normal boys don't run around claiming they're gay, get married to first boy they meet and supposedly "fall in love with" in high school, the wind up like…like…this!" He muttered as he pointed to Blaine's stomach, where Blaine's hands were protectively curled as if he was trying to shelter the baby from all of the yelling. After a moment he let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. "I just can't believe your stupidity, Blaine. I just can't."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin everything. I just… I just thought you'd like to know." Blaine responded in a shaky voice as looked at his father. "I didn't think that grandmother and grandfather would be totally thrilled or anything, but I hoped that maybe they would be at least a little bit happy. It's your first grandchild and I thought it'd be special to tell you in person-"

"Just shut up, Blaine. Shut up and go. You've done enough for one night and I just… I don't want to see you right now."

It took a moment for the words to actually process, but Blaine slowly stood up from his chair, his whole body shaking as he tried his best to choke back the sob forming in his throat. "I-I'm so sorry!" He wailed miserably before he turned and fled the room, ashamed of the tears that were starting to spill down his cheeks.

Naturally, Kurt was not okay with this. He abruptly stood up, not even caring that he forcefully knocked his chair over as he did so. "All Blaine wants is acceptance from you and for you to be happy about this. Because we are all so ecstatic and he just wants to be able to share that with you. He wants to be able to share this special and amazing life that is our child with you. And you know what? Part of me does too. Or rather, did. Part of me hoped that you would be happy for us and welcome this news with open arms… But I guess we were stupid to think that you'd actually make good grandparents. Now Blaine is miserable and I swear to god if this stress harms our baby at all, I'll strangle you with my own two hands. Now have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Mr. Anderson. I hope you're fucking happy."

And with that, Kurt turned on his heel and stormed out to comfort his Blaine, leaving a stunned Jack Anderson alone in the dining room.


Welp, there's Chapter 7. I hope I did okay with the Anderson's reactions.

Let me know what you think, okay? Reviews are awesome so get to it. Please? :)