Blaine would have loved to spend more time with Kurt after he agreed to his proposal, but Kurt had to fly out to New York, so instead, they promised to Skype late that night and said their goodbyes.

"Do you promise to Skype me tonight?"

"Yes Blaine, I promise."

Smiling to himself he drove all the way home and had forgotten all about the conversation with his parents, but when he saw the absence of their car he remembered the whole thing.

He knew they were out now-they wouldn't be in if their car wasn't in the drive-but in a way he was thankful: Not having to look at them meant that he didn't have to think about how much they regretted having him.

He slowly toed upstairs and threw himself onto his bed, thrusting his elbows behind him and pulling out his phone from his pocket. Quickly pressing number 2 on his dial pad, he waited for the person on the other end to answer.

It rang once.

Twice.

"Hey, squirt! How did it go?"

"He said yes, Coop!"

"Really? Blainers that's amazing! I'm sorry I couldn't be there squirt, I don't think I would have made it home in time anyway."

"That's okay Coop, I think one of the guys videoed it anyway, I'll try and send it to you."

"What about mom and dad? How did they take the news?"

"That's uh-that's not important," He paused as he heard the doorbell ring and frowned, "Hey, listen, I've got to go-someone's at the door. I'll talk to you later though, yeah?"

"Sure thing squirt, bye!"

He hung up and padded down the stairs, his striped socks making no noise whatsoever on the carpet. Opening the door slowly, he wasn't sure what to expect, so his frown deepened when he came face to face with Burt Hummel (his future father in law, he thought proudly).

"Burt! Hey, do you want to come in?"

"Sure."

He opened the door wide enough for Burt to step through and showed him into the living room. Burt sat down on one of the sofas and waited for Blaine to take a seat.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks Blaine, I'm alright. Sit down Blaine, I'm not going to bite."

Blaine chuckled nervously but quickly sat down, "So what can I do for you?"

"Well, nothing really, I just wanted to come and see you. I noticed that your parents weren't there and I remember what you told me last year about your dad. I just wanted to know if you were okay."

"I'm used to it by now, I suppose-it was probably a stupid idea asking them anyway."

"Well, I'm here for you if you ever need me son."

Blaine held back tears at the name Burt had called him, but managed to pull himself together enough to say, "Thank you, Burt. Really."

He shook his hand out to shake hands with him but Burt shook his head, "To hell with that! Give me a hug kid! You're a member of this family now. Officially."

Burt pulled him in for a tight hug and the two didn't pull apart, both of them smelling Kurt on the other.

They broke apart however, when they heard the door open. Blaine looked up but forced his head down when he saw his parents enter the front door. He looked back up, remembering that although they didn't show it, they were his parents and he had to show them at least some respect.

"Mom, dad. This is Burt Hummel."

The name rang a bell for the two Andersons and their expressions turned in disgust, "Oh. I see. Blaine. Kindly show this man out. I'm sure he has better things to be doing than talking to you."

Blaine moved to lead him out, but Burt frowned and placed a hand on his chest protectively, "Now just you wait a second son. Mr and Mrs Anderson, yes, Blaine here asked my son to marry him, and my son said yes. Now, I don't know about you, but I for one know that they are soul mates, and ever since my son came home after his first day at Dalton, I knew that they always would be."

"Mr Hummel, I don't appreciate your tone."

"And I don't even care. All Blaine wanted was for you to witness the second most important event in his life, but you couldn't even do that, I can't believe I didn't think of doing this sooner, but Blaine, go pack a bag, you can come stay with me and Carole for a few days, and after that, we'll take it from there. I'll wait in the car for you."

Burt left the house and slammed the door behind him. A few minutes later, Blaine had packed a bag and brushed past his parents, joining Burt in the car with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what's up kid?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing's wrong. It's just-nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. Thank you Burt."

"Any time kid."

That night he Skyped Kurt, the latter was a little confused as to why his ex was in his old room but once Blaine had explained what had happened, he felt a swell of pride at his dad's behaviour.

The next day though, the moment he stepped through the doors of the choir room, and after the congratulations from the New Directions, the subject turned awkward.

"Blaine where were your parents yesterday?"

"How come your parents weren't there?"

"Did you even tell them?"

"Guys, guys, leave Blaine alone, okay? This is obviously a sensitive subject for him, and if he doesn't want to answer, he doesn't have to, okay?"

"Thanks Sam."

Sam nodded at him, and clapped his shoulder as they all took their seats.

And sure, after that the atmosphere was tense, but it disappeared after a while, and they began to talk about planning Blaine's wedding.

And if you asked about the situation with his family?

Well…

Life was really great at the Hummels.