"Um, Mom?" Blaine began hesitantly, setting his fork down.

"Hmm?" She looked up from across the table.

"Could…uh…could," he coughed awkwardly and took a sip of his water. "Would it be…" He hemmed and hawed a little more. "Are you planning on being home for dinner this Friday?"

"I think so. I don't have any meetings that night. Why do you ask?" She tilted her head and tried to figure his expression.

"Well, I was wondering if…" He coughed again. "If we could have Kurt over for dinner? For you to meet him."

Del, who had been listening absentmindedly to the conversation, choked on her mashed potatoes.

"Well…" their mother began.

Del glared at her, trying to gauge what she was thinking. Say yes, she thought hard. SAY YES!

Blaine looked reserved and mildly apprehensive.

"Well I don't see why not." The statement was casual and airy, completely devoid of the tension Blaine—and Del—were feeling.

Del let out a light, "yes!" and Blaine just smiled with relief and satisfaction.

Their mom actually laughed a little. "Goodness, guys. You look so shocked! Did you actually think I'd say no? I hear enough about this guy; I'd like to meet him."

Whether or not she was just trying to be the 'cool mom' or not was unclear. Her expression read somewhere between 'whatever dudes…' and 'give me a break.'

"I just wasn't sure…" Blaine trailed off, looking up at his mom.

"Honey, you have to understand that as long as whoever you're dating is nice and pleasant and a respectable young person, I really don't care too much." She took a bit of her chicken and thought for a second. "Strike that," she swallowed. "I would very much prefer if they got good grades." There was another moment of contemplation. "And I don't want to be picky but it would be really nice if they could cook, too. I need to know that you're not going to waste away to nothing with all of your independence and stuff."

"I…I…" Blaine stuttered.

"But other than that, it really only matters that you're happy." She took a long drink of water from her glass. "Pass the salad, Del."

But Del was frozen too. She was finally going to meet 'the boyfriend.' The only down part was that she would be under the vigilance of her mother. Didn't that just put a damper on all of her plans?

"Del?" her mother asked again.

"Oh!" And she handed her the salad bowl.

"So, Friday night." She set the bowl back down on the table and whipped her BlackBerry out from her pocket. "Is six thirty good?"

"Um…I'm sure six thirty is great." Blaine blinked a few times, finally coming around.

"Excellent." She stowed the device away and smiled. "So, Del. Are there any boys at your camp that I'll be meeting any time soon…?"

And dinner went on. It's amazing how the lack of a reaction can take someone aback just as much as blowing up in someone's face can be. The rest of dinner wasn't awkward or strained or tense at all—much to Blaine's surprise and Del's relief.

To their mom's credit, she had never made a big deal out of much, not their grades, not who they dated, not what they liked to do. She was easygoing…and the complete opposite of their dad.

Blaine could only imagine how differently things could have gone if it was their father at the end of the table that evening instead. But truth be told, he didn't want to imagine it.

"So," Del said after dinner as they sat on the couch in front of the television. "That went well."

"Yeah," Blaine said.

"So," she yawned. "You're going to let us meet him."

"Yeah."

"And you're not afraid that I'm gonna scare him away or something?" She raised and eyebrow and looked over at him on the opposite side of the couch.

"Are you kidding? I'm terrified." He took a deep breath. "But I just feel awful whenever I'm at his house, talking to his dad and Finn, knowing that there is a whole part of me that he doesn't know."

"…I kinda want to meet Finn now…" Del thought aloud to herself.

"My point being that I love him and I love you and it's not fair to either of you to keep you separate. And if he can't handle you crazy people," he snickered. "Then…we'll elope."

There was a momentary flash of panic across Del's face, before she broke into an annoyed grin. "Jerk. I thought you were serious for a second!" She hit him with a pillow.

"Nah!" He laughed again. "You'll love each other. I know it."

She smiled giddily.

A minute later, their mom sat down between them, answering the Jeopardy question.

"At least it's educational," she said as it cut to commercial. "It could be America's Funniest Home Videos or something."

There was silence. Everyone was tired.

"By the way, Mom," Blaine said, smirking a little.

"Yeah?"

"He's on the honor roll and an amazing cook."

"Well," she sighed contently. "I guess that's all I could ask for."

I've wanted to write something like this for the longest time. I love to think that their mom is really chill and nonchalant. I have in my head this whole scene of Blaine coming out to his parents and his dad being all awkward and tense and his mom just kind of being all, "oh, that's cool."

I just think it's a new perspective and I can't wait to write that dinner scene!

FYI, readers: the majority of these stories will take place during the summer until the show comes back (THE HIATUS IS KILLING ME SLOWLY) and I have canon stuff to work with. Any and all ideas/prompts/head-canon scenes anyone would like to see are not only welcomed but encouraged! Please!

And finally, I made this kind of bad-ish Paint creation of Del and Blaine. It can be found by adding the following ( post/7445279476/it-would-mean-the-world-to-me-if-you-went-here ) to my Tumblr address.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!