Title: Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel
Author: pukaroxliza
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/Blaine with Burt/Carole and mentions of Puck/Quinn
Chapter: 14/16
Word Count: 3400
Spoilers: Sebastian and Chandler exist.
Warnings: completely AU, language (lot's of language), angst (more from Blaine but also some from Kurt), a bit of blurring the lines between seasons, messing up American geography- ie Lima and Westerville are about 10 minutes away in this. Underage drinking and smoking (weed in this chapter).
Summary: Meet Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel. Their lives are not what they thought they'd be.
Authors Note: There's a bit of a time jump between this chapter and the last. It's about two months, it's mentioned in the chapter but I figured I'd put it here in case someone misses it. Also, this chapter is the shortest of the story. I apologize for that; I just couldn't make it longer than it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

"I don't know," Blaine said, feeling a bit silly talking to what seemed like nobody, "What if I dress up too much and then they show up and her son's wearing like... a letterman jacket or something. Oh God," he brought a hand up to his mouth, "What if he's homophobic? What if she is?"

"Blaine, really?" he could hear Kurt chuckling over speaker phone, "I don't think your father would still be dating her if she was."

Blaine shook his head, worry filling him, "No, but, okay, just hear me out." Kurt stopped laughing, but it sounded like he had forced himself to do so, "What if she's one of those extremists. And she knows I'm here because... Because her son went to McKinley with me and was one of my bullies! And she pretended to fall in love with my dad just so that she could come here and..."

"And do what? Kill you?" he could hear the barely disguised amusement in his boyfriend's voice. Blaine scowled.

"You never know."

Kurt chuckled, "Blaine, I know you're nervous about meeting your dad's girlfriend but that's just ridiculous."

Blaine fell onto his bed, the phone bouncing slightly when he did, "I know," he mumbled, "I just... I'm still not really used to this. The whole My Dad Is Dating Now thing."

He heard Kurt let out a deep breath, something he knew by now meant that either he had just shifted how he was sitting, or he was getting ready to say something important. It didn't mean that he was annoyed with Blaine or tired of hearing him talk. Blaine smiled at himself for not even doubting that, "I get that. I mean, I don't because I've never been anywhere near the position you are now, but I get why you're nervous. But really, you don't need to be. They're going to love you. Remember that waiter from Breadstix? The guy who looked like a total dope but then said that he thought it was great that we went out? I'm sure that your dad's girlfriend and her son will both be like that."

Blaine let out a mumbled groan, "I don't know. It just..." he rubbed his face, "My dad really likes this girl, and even though I'm not used to it I can accept it. But just because they like each other doesn't mean that she'll like me."

Kurt scoffed, "She'd be crazy not to."

"You just have to say that because you're my boyfriend and if you don't I might get mad and like... I don't know, withhold sex or something."

"Blaine, honey, we're not having sex yet."

"Well, there you go, guess you don't even have to say those things."

Kurt laughed, "I say them because they're true, not because of some misguided attempt to get in your pants."

Blaine let out a frustrated yell, "I'm going to die before the night is over. I hate this so much, this shouldn't be so nerve wracking."

There was a brief silence before Kurt said, all amusement gone from his voice, "Hey, remember a while back when I had that giant blow out with my parents?" Blaine hummed, "Okay, well, when I went back the next week to clear the air I thought I was going to shit my pants."

Blaine chuckled, "I know, you've already told me. By the way, if this story is supposed to be telling me that things will be fine then it's not the best one to tell."

"Why not? Sure, things didn't go perfectly, but at least we had a good, open conversation where we put it all on the line. And, yeah, things will probably be strained for the next ten years or so, but I'm still an Anderson. Obviously I did something right."

Blaine still remembered when Kurt had called him freaking out over going to his parents house, saying that he was worried that his bravado from the other day would disappear and that he'd turn back into the kid who was sometimes sarcastic but who never really challenged his parents on anything. It was actually a conversation that went eerily similar to the one they were currently having.

"I guess you have a point."

"Of course I do. Now, get lost. I'm supposed to be meeting Sebastian at the Lima Bean. We're having an Important Conversation. Wish me luck."

"Luck," Blaine said, making kissing sounds that Kurt returned with a happy, "Bye!" before they hung up. Blaine sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and decided that it didn't really matter what he wore. It was like before his first date with Kurt; clothes didn't matter at all. If Carole didn't like him it probably wouldn't be because of his clothing.

Firm in his decision, he slipped on a t-shirt and put a sweater vest over it, paired it with some of his most worn out jeans and then fluffed his hair a bit in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection, then pulled his phone out, took a picture of himself and sent it to Kurt with the caption What say you, master of Introduction To Girlfriend of Father. Kurt texted back a winky face. Blaine grinned, pressed the phone to his mouth, and then dropped it on the ground at the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He stuffed his phone in his pocket and rushed out of his room, almost tripping several times in his rush to get up the stairs before his father opened the door and let his girlfriend in. He did want to make a good impression after all, and hiding in his room when Carole and her son arrived probably wouldn't make one.

He made it to the front hall just as his father opened the door to reveal a small, cute woman dressed in far too much denim to be healthy and a ridiculously tall teenage boy that looked far too familiar for comfort. Where he'd seen the boy before he couldn't quite place, but he knew he had. He sincerely hoped that his theory about him being one of his old bullies wasn't true.

"And you must be Blaine," before he could even respond, Blaine found himself wrapped in one of the warmest, most maternal hugs he'd received in a long time. He looked up at his father in surprise and saw him watching them fondly. Cautiously, Blaine hugged back. "It's so wonderful to meet you. Your father has told me so much about you."

She pulled away from him and he finally got his first good look of her. She was much smaller than his mother had been, with a rounder face and short hair. Actually, the only thing he could see that was similar to his mother was the way she hugged. Blaine was a bit sad to be let out of that hug because it was just one of those hugs that he felt he could lose himself in.

"Likewise," he said shyly, smiling at her softly, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Hudson."

She cooed and turned back towards Burt, "Oh, he's so polite. You can call me Carole, honey," she patted his cheek affectionately and Blaine was pretty sure that if he was a cat he would be purring up a storm. His earlier freak out seemed so stupid now, "And this is my son, Finn. I believe you two are the same age."

When the boy came forward, hand awkwardly held out in front of him, Blaine finally recognized him. He couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped him when he realized that the boy Kurt had just recently reminded him of was now standing in front of him. "I know you." Blaine blurted. Finn frowned, narrowed his eyes, and then grinned.

"Hey, you were on that date with the rude guy on my first day on the job!" Finn grasped his hand and shook it tightly, "Who would have thought, huh?"

Burt frowned, and Blaine quickly explained that Finn had been his and Kurt's waiter on their first date. Both Carole and Burt chuckled at that, interrupted only because the oven dinged to announce that the food was ready.

Blaine hurried to the kitchen to get the food out of the oven, but his father stopped him and politely asked him to show Carole and Finn to the dinning room. Blaine shot his father a glare but them smiled at their guests and led them to the table. He pulled the chair out for Carole who giggled and gestured towards the chair in front of where he would be sitting to Finn. The boy sat down, his eyes going towards the kitchen.

"I hope you like lasagne," Blaine said, "It's the only thing dad knows how to make and he insisted on cooking tonight," he shrugged. Finn perked up, letting Blaine know that yes, he did like lasagne very much.

"So," Carole laced her fingers together over the table, "You have a boyfriend?"

Blaine smiled softly, "Yeah, Kurt." He glanced towards Finn, gauging his reaction to the topic. He already knew that Finn was okay with him being gay, but it was one thing to have to serve a gay couple food because it was your job and another to actually listen to someone gush about their gay boyfriend. Finn, however, seemed just as interested as his mother, "He goes to Dalton Academy. We've known each other for about four months and been together for two."

Carole awwed, and then said, "Finn here goes to McKinley." Blaine stiffened at the name of the school, "We moved here last year and he's already got himself a cute little girlfriend, don't you sweetheart?"

Finn blushed, but nodded, "It's why I got the job," he explained to Blaine, "At Breadstix. Rachel has a bit of expensive taste when it comes to gift giving."

Blaine chuckled, "Is she at least nice?"

With a fond smile, Finn nodded, "Yeah, she's great. Great singing voice. You should meet her sometime, I'm sure you two would get along famously."

Burt came into the living room, a large dish of lasagne in hand announcing that dinner was served. Blaine laughed as his father tried to cut the lasagne into even pieces, and then some more when he tried to serve it without meat and cheese going everywhere. Eventually Blaine shooed his father towards his chair and ended up serving the dish himself. Carole seemed to find the interaction adorable.

"So what school do you go to, dude?" Finn asked around a large piece of lasagne, "I mean, you look like you live close enough to go to McKinley but I've never seen you there."

Blaine glanced at his father, who shrugged in a 'it's your call' sort of way. Blaine pursed his lips, "I'm home schooled," he said, "I did go to McKinley for a while but it... It didn't work out." Blaine silently hoped that Finn would focus more on the home schooling aspect and less on the fact that Blaine had left McKinley. Thankfully, he did.

"Whoa. As in you do your school from home?" his mouth was wide open, and his mother gently chided him, telling him to chew before he spoke, "What's that like?" he asked excitedly, completely ignoring her, "Do you get to like, play videogames during recess and stuff?"

Blaine chuckled, "No, it's more like I get to make my own schedule so I'm normally done by lunch time."

Finn looked like he'd just told him the secret of eternal life, "Oh my God. Mom, can I home school?"

"Absolutely not."

"It's not that great," Blaine quickly said when Finn looked like he was going to argue. "I don't get to see my friends until after they're done school, so normally between noon and five o'clock I sort of have nothing to do."

Finn gave him a glare and muttered, "Traitor," under his breath, which made Burt laugh and Carole roll her eyes before winking at Blaine in thanks.

The rest of the dinner passed in similar fashion, the conversation flowing smoothly and everybody eating their fair share of food. When they were finished eating, Finn and Blaine offered to do the dishes, and once that was done, Burt gave Blaine a Look to which Blaine laughed and then asked Finn if he wanted to play some Mario Kart in his room. Finn jumped at the opportunity, seeming even more excited when he found out that Blaine lived in the basement.

He bounded down the stairs, asking Blaine if he had the steering wheel remote cover, because if he did that would be so awesome. Blaine bit his lip to stop the amused chuckle from escaping. It felt strange to think that only hours ago he was almost passing out in fear because of the boy who was now searching around his room for the Wii like an over eager puppy and the woman who made his dad smile brighter than he'd seen in a while.

Blaine set up the station, giving Finn permission to look around his room if he wanted. He expected that Finn would check out his bookcase, or maybe even his closet, but he had not expected that Finn would head right over to the cork board filled with pictures that hung over his desk. "Dude!" he exclaimed, drawing Blaine's attention away from the cables he was trying to connect to the television, "You know Quinn and Puck?"

Frowning, Blaine nodded, "Yeah, they're my neighbors. We've been friends forever. Why?"

Finn fidgeted where he stood, bowing his head a bit, "Are they... I mean, how are they? I heard about the whole... baby issue."

"Why don't you ask them yourself?" Blaine asked, an eyebrow raised. Finn shrugged.

"They sort of keep to themselves at school these days. It's hard to approach them when they both look like they want to punch anybody who gets too close in the face."

Blaine sighed, finishing setting up the machine, "It's not really my place to say," he said quietly, "But Quinn's living with me now, if that answers any of your questions. She's out on a date with Puck right now." Finn snapped his mouth shut, obviously getting ready to ask just that. He nodded and walked over to where Blaine was sitting on the floor. He picked up a remote control and smirked.

"Alright, enough serious talk. I'm going to wipe the floor with you."

Blaine laughed and shook his head, "You wish."

By the time that Finn and Carole left, Blaine felt like they he had known them forever. He had spent most of the afternoon playing Wii with Finn, and Puck when he and Quinn returned from their date. Quinn had flushed a dark red when she saw Finn and then excused herself to go to her own room. Puck rolled his eyes and told Finn not to be offended, that she was just having some sort of pregnant fit.

Right before they left, Finn gave Blaine a huge hug and assured that he'd be coming over sometime next week and bringing some of his own games to play. Carole gave him a hug as well, assuring him that it was amazing to meet him and that she was so happy that he and Finn got along. Blaine had replied that he was happy too.

After their car pulled out of the driveway, Burt pulled Blaine close and asked him if he was okay. Blaine was surprised to find how honestly he answered, "Yes."

Kurt called at around eleven thirty at night, waking Blaine from the half doze he'd fallen into. Blaine sniffled and then answered the phone with a croaked, "Yes?"

"Did you know it's our two months anniversary on Saturday?"

Blaine sighed and covered his face with his hand, "Yes, Kurt, I am aware."

"Were you sleeping?"

"No."

"Liar."

"Kurt, anniversary talk?"

Kurt chuckled, "Right, yes. So I was going to ask you how you feel about Chinese food. There's a really great place that just opened by my house and I was thinking we could go there."

"Yeah, sure," Blaine yawned widely, "I love Chinese."

"Great. And I'm paying, just so you know."

Blaine hummed, "Alright."

"How did your dinner go?"

"Remember that waiter from our first date? The one you totally chewed out and then turned out to be really open minded and great?"

"Yeah, why."

Blaine rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake up, "Well, turns out he's my dad's girlfriends son. We spent all afternoon playing Mario Kart. He's pretty good."

"That's crazy. So you guys got along? Nobody tried to kill you?"

"Shut up."

"Honest question."

"It was fine," Blaine curled in on himself slightly, "Carole's really nice and Finn's just goofy. I think they're coming over again next week."

"That's great."

"Yeah. How was serious talk with Sebastian?"

He could practically hear Kurt's eyeroll, "Basically what every serious talk with Sebastian has been lately. Going on about how he's apologized a thousand times - he hasn't apologized once, by the way - for how he treated you, and that I was being stupid holding this against him, we're best friends, he's not interested in you and he got Chandler off my back, blah, blah. I don't know." He sighed, "Part of me feels like I'm just being stupid by holding a grudge this long. But another part of me... He wasn't nice to you at all Blaine. And I hate that."

Blaine sighed, cuddling up under his blankets, "You want to know what I think?" Kurt hummed, "I think that if you want to forgive him, you should. Don't hold yourself back because of me."

"But he-"

"I know what he did, and yeah, it sucked at the time, but we're here now." He shrugged, "I don't hold it against him. He was just being a stupid, immature teenage boy."

"Am I being a stupid immature teenage boy by not forgiving him?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine wanted to bury his face in the covers.

"Not at all," he mumbled, "I think you're a great teenage boy. I also think you need to learn to let certain things go."

Kurt huffed, "It's just hard. Every time I think I can forgive him I think of that time that he made you cry so fucking hard and I just can't do it. And then I remember that he made you doubt me and I just..."

Blaine frowned, "Now, hold on one second," he sat up a bit, "Sebastian didn't make me do anything. He wasn't very nice to me, sure, but I'm the one who made me cry and I'm the one who made me doubt you. Sebastian just helped along the way, but that was all me. So just... Really. Don't ruin your friendship over me."

"Okay, we're going to go back to whatever bullshit just came out of your mouth, but I'm not hesitant just because of you. Yes, it's because he treated you horrible, but he treated you horrible. I never thought he'd be so... Christ, saying 'mean' sounds like such an understatement."

Blaine bit his lip, "It's not... I'm not defending him. I just feel like you miss him, even if he was mean." Kurt chuckled, but it didn't sound too happy, "At the end of the day it's up to you. You know that. I just think that you'll feel better if you've forgiven him. And... I'm not saying to become BFF's with him right away but, I don't know, maybe one day...?"

"Why do you always make so much fucking sense?" Kurt didn't sound too annoyed, "Alright. I'll think all that over. And by the way, you didn't make you do any of that shit. He planted those seeds in your head, which means that it was his fault. Don't you dare blame yourself for any of his shit."

"Fine," Blaine mumbled, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

Kurt snorted, "Some boyfriend you are."

"'m tired."

"I'm just trying to have a conversation with you-"

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Fine. I guess I'll see you then, asshole."

"Mhmm. Love you too."

He fell asleep before he had the chance to understand what he had just said.