Blaine spent his entire life thinking that his parents were Joe and Maria Anderson. They were the ones who brought him up. They were the ones who he told about his sexuality first. They were the ones who looked after him when he fell sick.
Maybe they didn't have many physical features that were similar to Blaine, but they were the ones who loved him.
Sure, when he started dating Kurt he gained a second set of parents in Burt and Carole Hummel, but never in his life did he ever imagine himself with a third family.
Joe and Maria were always careful around Blaine. When he was younger he didn't pay it any attention, but as he grew older he began to see things that he didn't notice before.
They always seemed to act as if they had a secret, something to hide.
He didn't think the secret would be life changing.
He didn't think he would be wrong, either.
They were busy practicing for Regionals. Too busy to notice Principal Figgins walk in with Maria and Joe Anderson, and another man that nobody had seen before.
This man had black hair. It curled into the side of is face, giving him a boyish look. He didn't look that old-perhaps mid thirties. He had hazel eyes, and was wearing a black suit. If it wasn't for his shoes, giving him the extra height, he wouldn't have been much taller than Blaine.
They all stopped what they were doing and everyone took advantage of the small break to slump down in their seats. Principal Figgins took a further step into the room, "William," his tone was monotonous and didn't express any emotion at all, "I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I need to talk to Mr Anderson."
Blaine looked up from where he was chugging down water and chatting with Sam. Honestly, he wasn't that surprised. I mean-his parents were here, Figgins was hardly going to need to speak to Marley, was he?
"In private please, Mr Anderson." He rose from his seat, leaving his bag underneath his chair, and followed the principal into his office-the three adults not far behind.
"Please, Mr Anderson. Take a seat." Pausing only for a moment of hesitation, he slowly lowered himself into one of the blue cushioned chairs opposite Principal Figgins.
He half expected his parents to sit down beside him, so the surprise and confusion was evident on his face. Joe sensed his confusion and chose to stand behind him, laying a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, with his wife stood next to her.
The other man stood near Figgins, his hands joined in front of him. He loosened the tie around his neck and shifted uncomfortably from left to right.
"Principal Figgins? What's going on?"
"I called you in here because your parents wish to tell you something."
Blaine twisted in his seat, turning to look at Maria and Joe, "Dad?"
Joe took a deep breath in, "We haven't exactly been completely honest with you."
"About what?"
"About you. Blaine, we want you to meet Daniel,"
Joe motioned for the other man to take a step closer to them, which he did-if not a bit hesitantly. Joe pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, "Blaine. This is your father."