Question 32: What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

Kurt called him from the kitchen:

"Blee, does your dad like cilantro?"

Blaine chuckled despite of himself:

"He does; it's I that hate it."

"Goodness, how could I forget?"

Blaine hugged his fiancé from behind and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. It was his way of coping with his and Kurt's nerves. Kurt patted his hands quickly before returning both hands to the task ahead:

"I'm making your favorite: the chicken pie from our first dinner together."

"You put cilantro in it that first night?"

"No, that night I had run out and then you told me you hated it. Somehow, it completely slipped my mind and today I even bought some."

Blaine frowned:

"Please don't put it in my share."

"Oh, no; I'm not adding it at all. Did you get the cheesecake?"

Blaine slapped his forehead:

"I can't believe I forgot."

"Well, you seemed to have your head in the clouds this last week, but I didn't want to bug you. Specially since you are so worried about your father's visit."

"I'm not."

"Except you totally are."

"Well, I'll go get it now."

The truth was Kurt and Robert Anderson had never been in the same room together. They knew each other from photos, phone calls and video chats. However, Pam had always been with them for those. And she compensated a lot for his father's inability to read a room.

Blaine was playing with his keys in one hand and carrying the cheesecake with the other. He was almost at their building when he heard his father calling. They greeted somehow awkwardly, both from the fact that Blaine was carrying a big box and couldn't hug his dad and from the distance that there ever was between them.

"So, tonight's the night?"

"The night for what, dad?"

"The night I meet the man of your dreams? The one who crushed your heart?"

"That was Sebastian…"

Robert interrupted him:

"Don't get me started on that bastard. I mean crush in a good way."

Blaine snorted:

"Only you to put it that way."

"What's the name of your big boy again?"

"Don't you remember it's Kurt?"

Robert raised his hands in a sign of peace:

"Just wanted to be sure. The last time I messed things up you were so mad at me."

"Please don't mess things over tonight. Kurt is way too important."

"I'll be on my best behavior."

They arrived together on the apartment, with Blaine calling for his fiancé in order not to scare him:

"Kurt, we're here."

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Anderson."

"Wow! What a firm handshake for someone like you."

Blaine took a deep breath not to answer what he was thinking. Even so, his tone was crossed:

"Someone like him how?"

"You know… like you guys…"

Blaine was about to give his father a piece of his mind when he felt Kurt's hand on his shoulder:

"Blee, why don't you show your father where he can freshen up from his trip and I'll make the last adjustments to dinner."

Blaine growled:

"Follow me."

Blaine reentered the living room first and was telling his fiancé:

"Did you see how he just..."

But Kurt never heard the end of that sentence because Mr. Anderson's thunderous voice sounded on the kitchen:

"What have Chef Kurt prepared for us tonight?"

"I wouldn't call myself a chef, not after all the food tastings from real chefs we've been going because of the wedding."

Robert Anderson clapped his hands together and pointed at Kurt:

"That's an interesting topic. How are the things going for the big party?"

Kurt smiled while playing with his ring:

"Oh, Mr. Anderson, marrying your son will be a dream come true, but the road to get there is hellish. Just last week I had a row with the wedding planner because he couldn't guarantee we would have trans inclusive restrooms."

"Trans inclusive? Judge them by the clothes they wear… Those in a dress – this bathroom; those in a suit, right this way…"

Blaine could feel the storm forming even before Kurt opened his mouth. His father was still laughing when Kurt exploded:

"What if I wanted to wear a dress?"

Robert laughed louder:

"Then we would know you boy's preference in the bedroom."

Kurt didn't even dignify the last comment with an answer. He simply stormed out of the kitchen. Blaine threw a dirty look at his father and went after his fiancé. He could still hear his father calling after him:

"Wait, Squirt, it was only a joke."

Blaine prayed Kurt hadn't heard this too. His rage was making him see stars, he turned around:

"It's all just a big joke to you, isn't it? My wedding, my life… Everything! I always had an excuse for your behavior, you know, he must be drunk or something. But that's enough. You can hurt me, but you can't hurt Kurt and expect me to just sit around and watch. Not anymore!"

Robert stared at his son with a funny-less laugh on his face:

"Blaine… Wh-what are you doing? Are you expelling me from your house?"

"I think I am."

Robert frowned:

"You can't be serious."

"I think I am. I think that for the first time in my life I had the courage to face you. I'm not that teenage boy anymore; you can't mold me into rebuilding a car to get my hands dirty and make me a man. Newsflash for you: I'm already a man! And I'm kicking you out of my life. Please, don't bother showing up at my wedding."

"Blaine, you…"

"OUT!"

Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding for years. He then felt Kurt's light touch on his shoulder. He was thankful for his newfound family in this boy.