Hey guys! I have some good news! Last night, my school had a talent show, and me and my two friends won 2nd place for our karate routine! The crowd went nuts when my one friend broke a board with his head, when his twin brother did a hook kick, and when I went into a split for a break. Had so much fun!

On with the chapter before I ramble…

After walking back to his and Blaine's car, Kurt a change of clothes he had for him and Blaine in the backseat (for…um…emergencies…) He handed Blaine's over to him, saying he was going to go change behind a tree and Blaine could use the backseat. Thankfully, Kurt had just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt (You didn't need skinny jeans after that…), so he got changed fairly quickly. When he returned to the car, the sight through the window made his mouth get extremely dry.

Blaine had slipped on his own pair of sweatpants and was now slipping on his shirt, his muscles that Kurt hadn't seen in forever and was aching to touch rippling and stretching and there was rain sliding down his bare, muscular chest and wow, now Kurt's really glad he had chosen sweatpants over skinny jeans.

He averted his lustful gaze in fear of Blaine catching him, thinking of everything from the sting of a slushie in his eyes to dead kittens to Rachel Berry. That last thought finally did it for him, and he sighed in relief as his little…problem went away. He heard the car door close behind him, and he turned with a smile.

"Ready to head home?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, climbing into the passenger side and letting Kurt drive.

"So," Kurt began once they'd begun driving. "There's a few things you should know. Finn and Rachel, your brother and sister-in-law, are visiting as well, so I have a few tips. At dinner, the most successful ways of actually getting to eat are serving something vegetarian, loading up your plate and running, or locking Finn in his room. In a nutshell, Finn can eat enough at one meal to feed a third world country for a year, so avoid asking for anything pizza and/or buffalo wing related, or you're going to bed hungry."

Blaine gulped, taking in this information and secretly wondering how chubby Finn must be.

"Secondly, they're going to be a little awkward around you because they're not going to know how to act, so don't make an opinion on them too quickly. They love you, they always have, and they just want you to feel comfortable. Thirdly, if Rachel asks you to do a duet for old time's sake, or to jostle your memory, say no. Any memories they bring back will probably include you two drunkenly dancing on a stage and singing Don't You Want Me while our old Glee club either watched or made out with their boyfriend or girlfriend. Basically, avoid Rachel and you'll do fine."

Blaine chuckled, wondering if he had even remembered his apparently hilarious drunken escapades (they must have been funny since Kurt was trying not laugh while mentioning them) in the first place.

"That sounds like an…interesting family," Blaine said in amusement.

"Just wait 'til you meet them," Kurt replied. Blaine smiled again, a nice silence falling in the car as the car radio played.

You think I'm pretty, without any make up on

You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me

So I let my walls come down

Down

Blaine listened to the lyrics and was confused; they seemed very familiar, like they had some significance in his life. He sighed; another seemingly important thing he couldn't remember.

He pushed the thought aside as he and Kurt pulled up to a large white house with dark green shutters.

"Welcome home, Blaine," Kurt said, sidling up beside him after they'd gotten out of the car. "You ready for this?"

Blaine gave his husband a smile, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"Yes."

Together, they entered the Hudson-Hummel home…

And were met with chaos.

"FINN HUDSON! PUT OUR DAUGHTER DOWN OR I SWEAR TO THE HIGH HEAVENS I WILL STRANGLE YOU!" Rachel shouted, chasing her husband around the living room. Finn had a small girl in his arms, playing airplane with the giggling little angel.

"Aww, but she's having fun!" Finn cooed, loving the sound of his daughter's laugh.

"I don't care, Finn! If you drop her, God help me I will-" Rachel stopped abruptly, seeing an amused Kurt with a cocked eyebrow and an awkward Blaine at the door. "Kurt! Blaine!"

Rachel ran up to them, giving them both hugs before stepping back. Finn had put his daughter down, taking her hand and leading them to the door. The tike's eyes lit up, and a toothless smile graced her features.

"Uncle Kurt, Uncle Blaine!" she said excitedly, running into Kurt's awaiting arms.

"Hey, Belle!" Kurt said, hugging his niece. "How's my favorite little angel?"

"Awesome! Daddy and I were playing airplane, but Mommy was afraid he'd drop me," she explained as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Did she now?" Kurt asked in amusement, shooting Rachel an amused look. "I could see that happening, and we don't want that cute little head of yours all banged up."

"Definitely not," she said. Then, she looked at Blaine, jumping from Kurt's arms to his. Blaine gave Kurt a look over his shoulder, and Kurt gave him a look that clearly said She's too young to understand, pretend you know her!

"Hi, Belle! I've missed you," Blaine said convincingly.

"I've missed you too, Uncle Blaine! Mommy says you've been so busy with work and that's why you can't come play spaceship with me as much. I missed that, because Uncle Kurt is always the best alien!" she said excitedly.

"Yup, he sure is, babydoll," Blaine said, giving her a sweet smile. "Why don't you let your mommy help you wash up for dinner. I'm sure Grandma and Grandpa are almost done cooking."

"Yup!" she said, bouncing in his arms a bit, her brunette curls bouncing along with her. "Grandpa Burt is helping Grandma Carole make the bestest pizza you've ever tasted. I just hope Daddy doesn't eat half of it by himself this time." The entire room burst into laughter, even Finn. Blaine set her down, pressing a kiss on her forehead and letting Rachel take one of her tiny hands and letting Finn take the other, Rachel muttering a soft thank you to Blaine.

Once they were gone, Blaine looked up at Kurt with an expectant look in his eyes.

"Good?" he asked. Kurt sighed, his eyes shifting to the floor.

"You always were a good actor," he said sadly. He looked back up, forcing a smile. "Come on. Time to reintroduce you to your father and mother-in-law."

Kurt led Blaine by the hand into the kitchen.

"We're home, Mom!" Kurt said. Carole turned around, a happy look in her eyes.

"Kurt! Blaine!" she cheered, taking both boys in her arms. "Oh, it's so good to see you…Blaine, I'm your mother-in-law, Carole. It's so nice to…re-meet you."

Kurt sighed, muttering an "I told you" that Carole couldn't hear into Blaine's ear. Blaine ignored him, giving Carole a hug.

"Hello, Carole," he said. "It's nice to re-meet you too."

"Well, don't leave me out of this," Burt chorused from the table. He stood, taking Kurt in his arms. "I've missed you, kid."

"Not a kid anymore, Dad," Kurt chuckled. "I missed you too."

"And Blaine," Burt said, hugging him too. "I'm Burt, you're dad-in-law."

"Hi Burt," Blaine said. He looked to both of his inlaws. "Kurt told me about everything you've done for me, so I just want to thank you for being the parents I didn't have when my dad was an ass and my mom died."

The couple gave him watery smiles before Carole went to collect Finn and Rachel for dinner.

It was going to be an interesting evening…

Yes, I'm putting the family dinner into two chapters. Just 'cause I love torturing you all.

Nah, that's not the reason, I just wanted to put it into two chapters because I knew it would be really long if it wasn't.

Enjoy and review!