A/N: My roommate inspired this chapter

Chapter 13: The Man behind the Man

Days had passed since Kurt and Blaine had come back in contact with one another and they were feeling extremely content with where they were in their relationship. They had more trust this time around and more independence in themselves, especially Kurt. Kurt was scared that he wouldn't love Blaine the right way he should've been loved because he was still scared to love himself, but Blaine was patient and caring and kind as usual. He was willing to wait for Kurt as long as it took, he wanted to have Kurt a hundred percent, and wouldn't settle for less.

Kurt, however, was very pleased with the results that seem to come with their new found relationship. He loved himself more and more each day and he felt a new found happiness with Blaine. Not only did Kurt love Blaine, but Landon as well.

Kurt felt that it was way over due for Blaine and Landon to meet and once they exchanged pleasantries they grew a connection. Landon approved of Blaine and went out of his way to show it. Kurt giggled with excitement as he watched both males pin for the other's approval. Blaine wore a bright green shirt and a pink bow tie and blue jeans for the occasion, hoping his style would meet the young Designer centric male's approval. While Landon put on his favorite Alexander McQueen hoping that Blaine would take notice in his wardrobe and wouldn't put him down for having classy style like his father.

It was amazing how both of them took notice of the other; it was almost magnetic the way they interacted. Kurt enjoyed watching them and it wasn't until he saw them playing in the park that Kurt realized he wanted Blaine to meet a part of him that really made him who he was.

Kurt sat on the park bench, his leg propped up on the other leg as he rested his hand on his head. He smirked as Blaine, huffing and puffing, took a seat beside him as Landon continued to count the ducks in the pond.

"Landon makes me feel old." Blaine said with an out of breath chuckle, "But I love it. He keeps me alive and I think he really likes me. Always a good sign, right?"

Kurt didn't say anything, he just looked at Blaine and listened to him go on and on about how great he felt being apart of their family. Blaine looked at Kurt, noticing his silence and playfully pinched him.

"What? Why are you so quiet?"

"I was thinking… I want you to meet my dad."

Blaine's eyes grew wide, "You want me to meet your dad?" He repeated, leaning forward on the bench. "I've never really met anyone's parent before."

"My dad will love you, just like Landon. I just… I just want my dad to meet the man that makes me happy."

Blaine looked at Kurt, how could he say no? He had never met anyone's parent before and he was nervous about it. He was a loner type guy, no one really paid much attention to the guy that counted ducks and walked everywhere. Even in school that's who he was and he grew fond of it and loved who he had become. Whenever he managed to get a boyfriend or even a potential one the last thing on their mind was introducing him to their parents. He was kind and sweet, caring and respectable, doing everything that a good boyfriend should do, but meeting their parents was out of the question. Blaine, however, was okay with this. He was scared that if he became serious with someone and would have to meet their parents that would mean he would have to return the favor and introduce him to his parents.

His father.

Blaine gulped at the thought of the idea. Kurt meeting his father or even Kurt and Landon meeting him would never go over well. Blaine's father wasn't the understanding type and just the thought of his father seeing Kurt and hearing the disrespectable things that could erupt from his mouth made Blaine's stomach tighten as he took a deep breath, licked his lips, and spoke, "I… I don't think I can do that, Kurt."

Kurt's face fell, "But why not?"

How could Blaine tell him the truth without hurting Kurt's feelings? There was no easy way around this, Blaine knew this. He loved Kurt with his heart and the idea of seeing Kurt disappointed made him regret even opening his mouth to say something along the lines of no.

"I just… I've never met anyone's parents before. What if he doesn't like me?" He asked sheepishly.

"Not like you? Are you crazy? My dad will love you, I know it. Please? Come on."

Blaine smiled as Kurt pouted and pinched his cheeks, "Alright, alright. I'll meet him."

"Yay!" Kurt clapped his hands happily together and cocked his head to the side kissing Blaine on the cheek, "We'll meet tomorrow night at my house, say 8? Dress to impress." He winked.

"Come along, Landon." Kurt called to Landon who ran up to his father, waving good bye at Blaine who was still going over in his mind how he was going to impress Kurt's dad.

…KLAINE

To say the dinner with Kurt's father was pleasant is an understatement. The meal went better than Blaine imagined, of course Kurt knew Burt Hummel was going to love him.

It started off with a nervous Blaine arriving 30 minutes before show time to help Kurt and Landon set up the table and stir around a big pot of whatever Kurt called healthy eating. Blaine was sweating through his suit that Kurt couldn't help but giggle at him. Once Burt arrived – Landon opening the door and running to his grandfather who wrapped him a bear hug – everything went up hill from there.

Burt was sweet and nice as he usually is, a bit of sarcasm during the conversation about politics and then once the conversation shifted to how well Blaine was treating his boy it turned into loving and then accepting. The night was so surreal to Blaine that he couldn't comprehend all of it. It was odd knowing that a father could actually accept his son and his lifestyle without a second thought or a blink of hatred. For Blaine it was all too dream-like to see this, there was no homophobic jokes told throughout the night, not a question of 'How queer are you' or 'It's just a phase' Blaine was close to breaking down and crying right there at dinner after watching the interaction between both generations of father and sons, but he found a common ground and swallowed his tears and smiled throughout the night.

He hugged Burt, almost not wanting to let him go, and then hugged Landon squeezing him warmly and tightly almost as if he was his own son. He finally hugged Kurt last, kissed his cheek and told him he loved him. He closed the door behind him and waiting until he was a few blocks away from the house to fully break down and cry out for the father he wished he had.

…KLAINE

As Blaine had guessed, Kurt wanted to meet his father. Even though Blaine was embarrassed for anyone to meet his homophobic father, he bit his tongue and nodded once Kurt asked.

"Come on, Bianca, just ask him for me."

"I don't want to get in the middle of you two."

Blaine sighed heavily, he was frustrated and growing more and more frustrated as the conversation between him and his sister continued on. He didn't want to ask his dad personally about coming to dinner to meet his boyfriend and his son, he didn't want to talk to his dad personally about anything dealing with his lifestyle. He wanted his sister to be his big sister, his protector, his guide and help him make this happen, but she was being stubborn and wanted nothing to do with it.

"Please, Bianca. I'm not trying to beg you here."

"Look, you know how daddy is about this whole situation. I want to help you, you know I do, but at the same time you have to understand that daddy doesn't understand it…"

"You think I don't know that? I've spent half of my life trying to make dad understand who I was and make him see that I am still his son. That I am still the same Blaine he raised, but he doesn't see that. Why doesn't he see that, B? Why?"

There was a slight pause on the phone before she resurfaced her voice to the conversation.

"I wish I knew, Blaine. Listen…" She paused once more, "I'll talk to daddy for you. I can't promise anything, but I'll talk to him."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They hung up the phone. Blaine paced around his home trying to keep his mind from running around the place. The phone rang fifteen minutes later, Blaine hesitantly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey, Blaine." Bianca responded, "Daddy said he'll be at your house tonight for dinner."

"Seriously?" Blaine felt his heart do a back flip and he couldn't explain how he felt at this point.

"Yea, no need to thank me."

"I love you, B. You know that?"
"Yea, I know. Bye Blaine."

"Bye."

Blaine wasn't sure if he was excited or worried. Kurt was going to meet his father now and there was nothing he could really do to stop it this time. So many thoughts ran through his head about his dad and his reaction to Kurt and Landon, and he really hoped that tonight will be a non-homophobic night.

…KLAINE VS BAXTER

The night had begun and arrived before Blaine could blink. He doesn't know for sure what triggered the argument and it didn't really matter, it was bound to happen sooner or later he was just a little upset to know that it ended so badly.

Kurt and Landon had arrived to dinner fifteen minutes earlier and set up the dinner table, relaxing a bit before Baxter Anderson arrived, because once he arrived there was no relaxing.

As soon as he stepped into the door the tension was visible and Kurt wasn't sure if it had something to do with him or Blaine itself. He wanted to ask what was causing the awkwardness between father and son but decided against it. He tried his best to make up conversation, complimenting Blaine on his cooking skills and Landon agreeing, however Papa Anderson felt no real need to give Blaine any form of compliments at all during the night. His eyes stayed focus on Kurt and Landon, shifting between the two throughout the night.

After dinner came the real tension breaker of the entire night.

"So, I came and met your little friend, may I leave now?" Baxter asked Blaine.

Blaine was caught off guard and stood up to face his father who was standing near the door getting his coat off of the coat rack, "He's not my friend dad, he's my boyfriend." Baxter rolled his eyes at his son's statement.

"Boyfriends should come from your sister's mouth not yours."

"But dad, he is my boyfriend."

"And you think that's okay? You think that's just fine? I never understood you or who you are and I never will."

"Then try dad, I wanted you to meet Kurt and Landon because they mean a lot to me…"

"You think that this is acceptable? That your love for this man and his son… His son? Fags can't have children."

Kurt stood up, placing his hands over Landon's ears and eyeing Baxter as if he was going to jump on him and smack him around at any given second.

"Dad!"

"I am not your dad. You are not my son, my son isn't a fag. I raised my son to love girls, I raised him to work on cars and know how to change a damn tire. I raised him to be a man…"

"Do you think just because I'm gay I'm less than a man? I'm still the same Blaine you raised dad, I'm just in love with a man."

Baxter shook his head and grabbed his coat, "No. You're not my son, Blaine and you never will be." He turned the door knob and was close to walking out when Blaine yelled after him.

"You think I decided to be this way!" He yelled at his father, who stopped and turned slightly, "You think I woke up one morning and said 'hey how can I really piss off my dad, oh I know, I'll be gay' It doesn't work that way dad. It never has. I have wanted my entire life to be normal, to be what society considers normal but I am who I am dad. I wished I was normal, I wished you could look at me and see the son you always wanted, the son who can go to bars with you and look for hot girls but that's not who I am dad. We can always go to baseball games or sit and play chess because my sexuality doesn't change the little things dad, it doesn't change my idea of sports or games. I'm still me dad, I am. I'm still Blaine Elliot Anderson, the same boy you raised. I am still me, I'm still him and I'm waiting on my dad to love me again."

Baxter hesitated before speaking; turning to look at his son in the eyes, "Keep waiting." He retorted leaving out of the door without another word.

Blaine sighed to himself, a tear falling out of his eye wishing he could take back the night, wishing it never happened.