Author's Note: I was having some major writers block on this story, hence the extreme amount of time since the last chapter! If it makes it any better, this is a nice long chapter. I hope you guys like it! Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/subscriptions! Enjoy. :)
March Sophomore Year.
"Hey," Walt said, coming into Dave and his dorm room and setting Dave's journal down next to him at his desk.
"Finished?" Dave asked, looking up at Walt, trying to figure out how he responded to it.
"Finished? I read it a few times actually," Walt said, sitting down on Dave's bed and folding his hands. "Ditch the books. Let's go out."
"I have a huge test tomorrow," Dave said, not wanting to get distracted. He knew if he went with Walt somewhere, he'd never get to study.
"It can wait a little bit. I want to show you somewhere cool," Walt said, putting his scarf and boots back on. Unable to say no, Dave put on his coat, hat, and boots and followed Walt outside and down the street. They walked until they reached an old house, and then Walt turned into the yard and walked down a cobblestoned path. Dave followed, not sure where they were going until they reached an area that looked like it was a garden during the spring and summer, but was covered in snow at the moment. Walt sat down on one of the marble benches and stared at the frozen over fountain, gesturing for Dave to sit next to him. Dave followed the gesture, sitting down next to the taller boy and staring at the fountain as well, trying to figure out why he was staring at it.
"I've been thinking, a lot," Walt started.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" Dave jumped to, thinking about how much of a dick he was in those journal entries. Walt let out an echoing laugh, almost as strange sounding as the Joker's.
"Quite the opposite. I've been thinking a lot recently about how I've become so use to you being with me and how… how I can't imagine being with anyone else. I really love you Dave," Walt said, still staring at the fountain. "But I feel like, you might not feel the same…"
"No, I do. I…" Dave started, staring at the black haired boy next to him, thinking about the first time he saw him at Nationals his senior year of high school. How Kurt had to beg him to call him. How he use to hate his lip ring, but now thinks it's his favorite part of him. His crazy family. His utter calmness during extreme circumstances. "I love you."
Walt looked over at Dave, not turning his head but glancing over with his eyes and then looked back at the fountain with a smile. "I guess that means I can't call you Meg anymore."
"I'd guess not," Dave said, resting a hand on Walt's knee. "Was their anything else you wanted to say?"
"Yea, but it's more of a suggestion," Walt said, staring at the fountain. "You've tried things for me, stepping out of your comfort zone. It'd only be fair if I did the same. Next time we're in Lima, I want to go to church with you," Walt said, looking like he might've already regretted saying that. Dave smiled, giving Walt's knee a slight squeeze.
"Thanks," Dave said with the most sincerity he's ever spoken with. Walt just smiled, still staring at the frozen fountain, trying to not think of what that entailed exactly.
"I'm so nervous!" Kurt yelped as Blaine and he sat on the bus, on their way home. Burt and Carole were coming over to see the house today, now that it was finished, minus the fence, and Kurt was worried that they might not like something or that their flight will get delayed or something.
"It'll be fine. If you keep worrying as much as you do, you're going to get a stomach ulcer," Blaine said, tapping out a beat on his trombone case. He was just as nervous as Kurt was. His parents were coming up to stay with them too, and they were a lot more…snobby than the Hummels. They were going to find something to nitpick at, guaranteed.
"That's why I keep you around Blaine. You're the calm one," Kurt said, still freaked out, but not showing it as much. Once the bus got to their stop, the couple hopped off and walked the short distance to their house, greeted by Wallace.
"Hey buddy!" Blaine said, getting down on his knees and letting the terrier lick all over his face. Kurt grimaced and tried to not think about how he kisses that face on a regular basis. Instead, he busied himself with making sure the house was absolutely spotless.
"Blaine, you'd better let that dog outside! I swear if it pees on my carpet, consider it dead," Kurt yelled from the living room while he fluffed pillows. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"He just doesn't understand our love," he whispered to Wallace, kissing the top of his head and hooking him to his chain outside. Once he came back inside, Kurt was working on making something extravagant for dinner. "Can I help?"
"Yes, you can help by not touching anything," Kurt said, smiling so it didn't sound as mean. "I love you, but everything you touch food wise burns."
"I'm just that hot," Blaine said with a wink as he popped his invisible collar. Kurt grinned.
"Yes Blaine. You are so damn sexy that food spontaneously combusts when you get within a five foot radius of it. Can you go make sure we have sheets to put on the sleeper sofa for my dad and Carole?" Kurt said quickly, like if he didn't hurry up and say it, their relatives would burst through the door.
"Honey, we bought the sheets yesterday and got them washed. I'm positive that they're in a basket in our room," Blaine said, slowly walking up to Kurt and wrapping his arms around him. "Just take a deep breath, and relax."
Kurt took a deep breath. "But I still have to-"
Blaine put his hand over Kurt's mouth. "Do not worry about it. Listen, how about instead of you making dinner, let's order some New York pizza. I'm sure Carole and Burt will love that, and my parents will be ok with it. You can spend all tomorrow working on this crazy meal with my mom and Carole, and it'll be all good," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt nodded, leaning his head back against Blaine shoulder, which meant he was now staring at the ceiling since he's so much taller.
Wallace ruined the moment by barking like crazy, which meant one of two things. 1. There was a small woodland creature in the yard that he deemed a threat to his owners and wants to destroy it or 2. one of their families has arrived. The doorbell rang, answering which of the two it was and the boys stared at each other.
"OH MY GAGA THE KITCHEN IS SUCH A MESS!" Kurt yelled, grabbing things and throwing them into their proper places. Blaine sighed, knowing that meant he should answer the door. He got up on his tip toes and peeked through the peep hole, seeing Carole and Burt standing there, hoping that they were at the right house. Relieved, Blaine opened the door to his in-laws.
"Hi Burt. Hi Carole," Blaine said over the racket in the kitchen of Kurt cleaning at hyper speed. "Ignore your son. He's freaking out."
"Am not!" Kurt yelled after he finished straightening up the kitchen, running over to greet Burt and Carole with tight hugs. "How was your flight?"
"Oh it was fine," Carole said, even though Burt's expression said otherwise.
"What happened?" Kurt asked his dad. Burt, a man of few words, made his rant face, which Kurt had inherited. Blaine and Carole braced themselves for a long story, full of minor details that either of the Hummels in question would perceive as completely vital.
"We were in line for security, behind this younger couple with this baby that kept crying its little head off, and the line took forever because someone had metal on them or something. We get up to get our bags checked and go through security and I get stopped for random screening, of course. So they said I could either get that weird scan thing that basically makes you look naked or get a pat down. Well I got the pat down and I swear in the name of all that is holy, this guy took his job a little too seriously. I was trying to talk to the dude to make it just a little less awkward and all he said to me was 'anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law' like he was some fucking police officer or something," Mr. Hummel complained. Kurt nodded.
"I completely understand where you're coming from. I had the exact same thing happen to me when we flew back to New York, and the guy in the periwinkle shirt who gave me mine was all like staring at Blaine and then staring at me," Kurt started, a story which Blaine didn't like to reflect on, but Kurt was very proud of. "And I asked him 'is there a problem?' and he said 'no' but I could tell he had a problem. He probably thought I was enjoying getting pat down a little too much or something and I completely snapped on the guy. I reported it to his manager and everything. I hope he was fired."
Carole and Blaine both stared at each other, knowing the stories of terrible run ins at the airport would never end unless one of them stepped in. Sure, Blaine loved that Kurt and Burt had an awesome relationship, but that also meant they could talk for hours. "So honey, do you want to give us a tour of the house?" Carole asked Kurt before Burt could open his mouth again.
"Yea Kid, I heard you two have been busy," Burt said, probably referring to Blaine's constant facebook posts of 'Painting *insert room here* -_-'
"Oh, of course! Let me give you the grand tour! Blaine, can you order dinner?" Kurt asked, his voice starting to rise with excitement. Blaine nodded, knowing why Kurt did that. He wanted Blaine to make sure to mentally prepare his dad for the fact that he and Kurt shared the same bed when he came. He didn't really get that they were gay. It wasn't like he didn't try. He came to the wedding and has always tried to be supportive of the couple, but to him it was more like they were just roommates. He'd even asked Blaine on the phone 'so what color is your room? Did Kurt decorate yours too?' Kurt probably figured Blaine wouldn't want to have that conversation with his dad in front of Burt and Carole, so he left him out of the tour.
Blaine ordered the pizza, and on cue, the doorbell rang. Wallace was freaking out, outside, probably driving the neighbors crazy, and the Hummel's were in the living room, now that they'd just finished the tour. Blaine ran a comb through his hair really quick, just to make sure it looked presentable and answered the door to Beatrix and Bradley Anderson.
"Hey Mom and Dad," Blaine said, hugging his mom and shaking his dad's hand. "Come on in."
"So this is the place! Our baby's first house!" Mrs. Anderson said, her eyes filling with tears and she pulled Blaine into another tight hug. "You've grown up so much." Blaine just smiled, patting his mom's back while he dad stood there awkwardly. Now, his only question was how to go about this. "So, aren't you going to show us around?"
"Right, follow me," Blaine said, taking his mom's suitcase as he showed them through the house. "Here's the living room," Blaine said, sweeping his arm to the living room while his mother gushed over it and gushed over Kurt. She always had been over emotional, but it was getting even worse with age. His dad just looked at it and nodded, waving to Kurt and his family. "This is the hallway," he said, opening all the doors in the hallway up. "Bathroom. I installed that bathtub, just saying. Anyways, there's the guest room that you guys will be staying in," he wheeled his mother's suitcase into it, since they were standing there. "That's the closet, and this is mine and Kurt's room," he said, hoping to end the tour there.
"Oh I love what Kurt did with this room!" Mrs. Anderson said, walking in and examining every little detail that Kurt had painstakingly put into the room. "Next time I want our room redone, I'll just have him do it! Isn't it lovely dear?"
Blaine looked at his dad, who was sporting a slight blush of embarrassment. Blaine wouldn't have to talk about it to him because the gears started moving and he got it on his own. Bradley Anderson just nodded when he realized that he had been asked something. Blaine coughed uncomfortably, trying to break the silence.
"Um, well, we ordered dinner, but it won't be here for an hour. Do you guys want some coffee or anything?" Blaine offered, leading his parents out of the master bedroom and into the living room. "Did your flight go well?" And for that moment, Bradley Anderson used his power to put on a happy face, and all the Andersons acted normal.
"I think that went very well," Kurt said as he closed the door to the master bedroom. Blaine's parents were all situated in their room and Kurt had just finished helping his family with the sofa bed. Blaine chewed his tongue, knowing that it didn't really go well for him. Everyone enjoyed dinner, but everyone could also tell something was up with Mr. Anderson. He was normally the social butterfly, but he said all of two words the rest of the day.
"Not as well as I would've liked," Blaine admitted. Kurt flopped down next to him in bed, resting his head in his lap.
"There's always tomorrow. We have them for the entire weekend," Kurt said. Blaine's face didn't change from the disappointed stare at the ceiling. "I know what'll make you feel better," he said, hopping out of bed and running from the room. Blaine sighed, knowing that it probably wouldn't.
Kurt walked back in, carrying Wallace with both hands and kicking the door shut behind him. He tossed the dog onto their brown comforter, making Blaine's face instantly light up.
"Are you serious?" Blaine asked, hugging the dog. Kurt nodded, lying down next to his love and the stupid dog that was in his spot on Blaine's lap.
"Yea, but only for tonight," Kurt said. "And the dog doesn't get my spot." Kurt picked up Wallace and put him at the foot of the bed so he could cuddle up with Blaine. What Kurt didn't know was that from that night on, Wallace would share a bed with the two.