AN: This chapter is not my best work, but I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow and I won't be able to publish for at least a week! I thought I should leave you with something! Any requests on what you what the Hummel-Anderson clan to do next will be taken, unless it's weird or incest or something… Also, on an unrelated note, could anyone who has a twitter please follow me. My name is aweebitinsane. I'm in a competition with my best friend to see how many followers I can get, and right now I only have four. Thanks!

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"No." Kurt said firmly.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You're not wearing that."

"Why not?" The teen rebutted. "It's cute!"

"I'd be cute if the skirt was three inches longer, the sleeves were two inches wider, and I couldn't see your boobs!"

"Ewwwww! Daddy, why are you looking there?"

"It's sort of noticeable! People know you're a girl, you don't have to prove it to them!" Kurt sighed deeply. "Where's your father? BLAINE!" The vertically challenged man entered the room. "Blaine, would you care to comment on your daughter's outfit?"

"I think it's really cute, princess."

"Thanks, Dad! Now can we start taking pictures now, so I'm not late for the first day of high school?"

"No! Blaine!" Kurt squealed. "You're supposed to tell her that she's way too revealed!"

"You're so cute when you're flustered." Blaine said, kissing Kurt's cheek.

"Don't try and change the subject!" Kurt exclaimed. "You don't want all the new kids you meet to think that you're.. you're a…"

"To think that I'm a what?" Sam said, a knowing smirk on her face.

"To think that you're a slut!" Kurt screamed. Immediately after he said it, the counter-tenor clapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Sammy!" The girl burst into laughter.

"Daddy, have you seen what every other girl wears to school?" Sam questioned. "Trust me, this outfit will seem conservative"

"I don't care what the other girls are wearing. You are my daughter, and you are not leaving the house dressed like that."

"It's really not that revealing, Kurt." Blaine added.

"Blaine! You're supposed to support me on this!" Kurt complained, swatting Blaine on the head.

"Daddy, he was with me when I bought this outfit."

"What!" Kurt officially started to freak out. "You went shopping with Blaine!" He was practically screaming at this point. "That's almost as bad as shopping with Rachel!"

"Hey! I resent that! I'm pretty fashionable!" Blaine replied.

"In high school, you thought the blazer was fashionable."

"The blue looked great with my skin tone!"

"Sure." Kurt sarcastically added, before looking at Blaine's puppy dog face. He immediately melted. "Alright, you do look rather dashing in royal blue."

"Ha!" Blaine exclaimed.

"I hate to interrupt this, but can one of you drive me to school?" Sam asked.

"No! Not until you change!"

"I really like this outfit, Daddy."

"No. C'mere, I'm dressing you." Kurt grabbed Sam and began to lead her back into her bedroom..

"Ewwwww! Daddy, I can dress myself!"

"I meant I'm picking out your clothes! Let's go!"

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Twenty minutes later, Sam emerged from her bedroom wearing a very cute (and Kurt-approved!) outfit.

"I never thought I'd be asking this question, but, can I please go to school now?" Sam asked.

"I'll drive you." Blaine replied, grabbing his car keys.

"Wait! Sammy, do you like your outfit?" Kurt mockingly questioned.

"Yes. For something my father picked out, it's cute. So, thank you, even though my original outfit was perfectly fine."

"See, a normal person would take that extremely sarcastic and somewhat rude comment, and be offended by it." Kurt said. "But, since you did say thank you, and you're a teenage girl, I'm going to count it as a win."

"Good for you, babe." Blaine added, giving Kurt a passionate kiss. Sam groaned loudly.

"Oh god. I really wish I was at school right now."