Blaine opens the door to his house after school and a late running Warbler rehearsal to the smell of roast coming from the kitchen. His Dad must be making dinner tonight. His Papa isn't a vegetarian, but he prefers to make meals with the least meat possible.

"Dad, I'm home!" Blaine yells, as he drapes his blazer over the railing of the staircase.

Walking into the kitchen he sees his Dad wearing his 'World's Best Dad' apron, stirring something on the stove.

"Hey Sport," David says wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulder, "how was school?"

Blaine shrugs, "Eh, it was okay. Me and Kurt practiced for his solo audition. He's totally going to get it," Blaine beams, "he's so good."

David tries to hold back a giggle and fails, earning a disapproving look from Blaine.

"When," he asks innocently, "are you going to ask him out? You've known him for what, 8 months?"

Blaine's frown deepens, "Dad, I've told you and Papa more than once-"

"That you're just friends." David finishes, making air quotes with his fingers.

"Your Papa and I were just friends before we started dating too. And before we knew it we were engaged and had you. Things can change. Don't worry, he might come around."

"But what if I don't want to date him?" Blaine says, very unconvincing.

David looks at him and laughs, "Sure you don't, Blaine. Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't planned out the color scheme for your wedding?"

Blaine looks everywhere but at David's face.

"That's what I thought. Now go do your homework and clean up for dinner. Papa should be home soon."

Blaine incoherently mutters something and starts walking up to his room.

"I love you too, Blaine!" David yells after him and then mumbles, "Someday that kid is going to thank me for this," he says as he picks up the phone and dials Kurt's number.

"Kurt? Hi, it's Blaine's Dad. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner."

Blaine paced his room at the end of the night. He thought it had gone okay. After getting over the shock of Kurt showing up on his doorstep for dinner, and having a very hushed conversation about boundaries and being 'weird' in the kitchen with his fathers, it was a nice evening.

They had dinner and watched some mindless sitcom on TV, then Kurt said he had to go study for a test he had the next day.

He was going to say goodbye at the door, but his Papa cleared his throat very loudly, causing him to jump and tell Kurt he would walk him to his car.

Seeing his Dad give him a thumbs up from the corner of his eye, he walked out the door right next to Kurt.

"So, uh, sorry if that was weird. You know, my Dad calling to ask you to dinner. I would have told him no if-" Blaine was cut off midsentence by Kurt's finger being held to his lips.

"Blaine, hush, you're babbling again. It's fine. I had a great time. I'd be lying to you if I said that I thought it wasn't out of the ordinary when your Dad called me, but I had a great time. I really did." Kurt said and smiled, lowering his finger from Blaine's lips.

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, and he wanted to kiss him so badly. He blinked slowly a few times, and realized he just couldn't. He couldn't initiate the kiss. Not after what Kurt went through with Karofsky.

"Goodnight, Kurt." Blaine whispered, squeezing Kurt's shoulder.

"Night, Blaine." Kurt smiled, tilting his head to the side.

Neither boy saw Blaine's fathers watching them from the living room window.