"I'm listening," Becky said, lowering her voice to a whisper as she nudged Blaine's door shut with her foot.

"Ok. Firstly, I've met Blaine, and would like to congratulate you on having such a hot boss. Secondly, if Kurt ever visits him at work you need to listen at the door. Trust me, you will not be disappointed."

"Um...ok. Thanks. I think."

"You're welcome. Now. How much has Blaine told you?" Laura asked. They took the next few minutes to fill each other in on all the details, coming to the conclusion that since both men were so stubborn they needed to take matters into their own hands.

"Starting with Kurt flying to New York for Thanksgiving." Laura declared.

"Oh, no he can't." Becky said with a moan, "Blaine was just telling me he's going to Ohio."

"To stay with his insane Mother?" Laura asked.

"No, that's the thing. He's going to stay with Kurt's Dad."

"Pardon?"

"No, I don't get it either. But he seems happy about it. Says it won't be awkward."

"Haha, right. Whatever." Laura laughed. "Ok, so we need to get Kurt to Ohio then."

"How are we going to do that?"

"I'll book his flight now." Laura said, and Becky heard the tapping as she immediately googled flights to Ohio.

"Can you pay for that?"

"He can. I know his credit card details by heart. He's bought me some fabulous shoes over the years."

"Is he aware of that?"

"Of course not."

Becky laughed in spite of herself. "So do you think Kurt will just accept that he's going home?"

"Darling. When he's standing in the airport with a packed bag at his feet there's not a lot he can really do about it. Except refuse to go. But then he'd have to put up with me. Trust me. He will board that plane."

"Shall I call his Dad and fill him in?"

"I think you'd better. Don't want another heart attack on our hands. Do you have his number?"

"No, but I know the passcode to Blaine's phone."

"I like your style. Ok. Kurt's flights are booked. Tell Mr. Hummel his son will be landing at somewhere called Colombus next Wednesday at 6pm."

"I will. I'd better go, I was supposed to have set up a conference call ten minutes ago." Becky said as she glanced towards Blaine's door. She could see movement behind the frosted glass.

"It was nice talking with you," Laura said. "Oh, and one more thing. Do you have a twitter?"

Blaine felt almost sick with nerves as he knocked lightly on the door of the Hummel-Hudsons on Wednesday night. The door opened and he found himself catching a flying Rachel as she launched herself at him.

"BLAINE!" She shrieked, no doubt alerting the entire neighbourhood to his presence. "Oh my God it's so good to see you again." She paused to kiss his cheek and ushered him inside, linking her arm through his. "And you know, this time it doesn't have to be awkward, because you're back with Kurt and it's all good. Well, it's not all good, but it will be good again I'm sure. Just wait until..."

"Rachel."

Rachel was immediately silenced by Burt's firm tone and a warning glare. She clamped a hand over her mouth and let out a muffled "Oops, sorry." before retreating further into the hallway.

"Good to see you again kid." Burt said as he adjusted his baseball cap and took a step towards him. "C'mere and give this old man a hug."

Blaine nearly cried as Burt's strong arms embraced him warmly. It was all he could do not to rest his head on his shoulder and just stay there, but he settled instead for a few hearty pats on the back. He pulled away, clearing his throat and blinking rapidly.

"Thanks Burt, I'm glad you invited me."

"No problem son. I've just gotta..uh...I think I have something in my eye." Burt stuttered before turning and heading quickly to the lounge. Blaine watched him go, then became aware of Carole and Finn standing together, taking the whole scene in.

"Blaine honey," Carole said warmly as she hugged him tightly and gave his cheek a soft kiss. "It's wonderful to have you back again. I can't tell you how happy we are that you decided to come, especially Burt." she whispered the last part, patting Blaine's arm and giving a soft smile.

"Hey man, good to see you again." Finn said as he awkwardly patted Blaine's shoulder. He couldn't quite bring himself to go in for a full on hug, he didn't really understand what was going on or why Blaine was being welcomed back so eagerly. The last thing he knew, Blaine had left Kurt and he was all down and stuff. Rachel had said something about Blaine and Kurt being back together, but then he thought the other day she said they weren't now. It was all very confusing.

"Thanks Finn. So, you had a chance to play Black ops yet?"

"Ah, no. Rachel only lets me play Xbox on weekends."

Blaine chuckled. "Well if you get a chance I have a copy in my bag."

"Awesome. I'll make sure I find time." Huh. Now he really didn't get it. He still seemed like the same old Blaine.

"Well dinner's almost ready." Carole interjected. "Finn, why don't you and Rachel come and help me in the kitchen, I'll get Burt to carry your bags to your room Blaine."

"Oh no you won't." Blaine laughed. "You don't need to stand on ceremony Carole, I know my way around well enough."

"Too late. Already got it." Burt said as he emerged from the lounge, picked up Blaine's bags and headed towards the basement. Blaine followed him down the stairs looking bewildered. His breath caught in his throat when he got to the bottom, it was exactly as he had remembered it. So stylish..so...Kurt.

"Um...This isn't my room." Blaine said confusedly.

"I know." Burt stated, placing the bags down on the bed. "I just figured you'd prefer to stay in here."

"Oh. Right."

"You can go back in your old room instead if you want, it's still the same. But seeing as how you never slept in it when you were a teenager, I don't know why you'd suddenly want to start." He fixed Blaine with a pointed look, before laughing, and patting his back. "Dinner in five" He called as he climbed the stairs.

Blaine exhaled heavily as he sat on the edge of Kurt's bed and willed his blush to go down. It felt good to be back. He suddenly realized that he hadn't felt this loved, this welcome, this wanted since...since he broke it all off with Kurt four years ago. He ran his hand over his face as he thought it all through. If he could just overcome his stubbornness and talk things through with Kurt, things would be pretty much perfect. Sure, he'd still have to talk to Cooper at some point, and his mother, but with the support of Kurt's family- his family- and Kurt himself, he could get through it.

He headed to the bathroom to wash up for dinner. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. "Call him." he said. He went upstairs, determined to do just that after dinner.

Burt Hummel was like a cat on a hot tin roof during the entire meal. He kept trying to look out the window but Carole would fix him with a glare and he would shift in his seat instead. He asked Finn for the time repeatedly and nearly jumped out of his skin when Rachel's phone beeped with a text message.

"Are you ok Burt?" Blaine asked, glancing at Carole worriedly.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah fine. Just fine. So. Tell me about your work then. How's it going now you're the big boss man?"

"Oh, it's ok I guess." Blaine said politely.

"You don't sound too enthused, Blaine." Rachel chipped in. "The last time I spoke to Kurt he was gushing about how well you were doing."

"Well the business is successful, yes. Though I've got to say that's mainly down to how hard my Dad worked. We didn't see eye to eye at all, but there's no disputing he was a good businessman."

"He was a jerk to you though," Finn said as he helped himself to seconds.

"Hey, that's enough," Burt interrupted. "Whatever he was like, Blaine's right. He worked hard to get where he was, and he instilled that in his sons as well. That's quite an achievement."

"I know someone else who did that too." Blaine said with a smile.

Burt cleared his throat and looked down at his plate. "Um..well. Anyway. You're doing good. So why aren't you happy?"

Blaine sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I guess...it's just not fulfilling, you know? I go to work for twelve hours or more a day, speak with people all over the world, CEO's, managers, bankers, directors. Ultimately the fate of their company rests in my hands. If we lose their case they could end up folding because of the amount of damages they will have to pay, or the negative press their company will receive, so I guess that gives me an incentive to win. But corporate law...it's faceless, nameless. I'm fed up of fighting in their corner. I want the chance to defend the people who really need it. The real person on the street who just happens to have a run of bad luck. I want to give them a voice and a chance to be heard." Blaine paused, embarrassed at his sudden passionate outburst.

"I think that sounds like a very noble cause, Blaine." Carole said with a smile. "And one that you should really think about pursuing."

Blaine swallowed audibly. "Maybe. I mean, I think I'd like to but...I guess my Dad is always hanging over me you know? Like, he worked so hard for all this, and although he hated the person I am, he liked the fact that he could say his son had followed him into the business. I let him down in so many ways, I don't want to do it again."

"Isn't he dead?" Finn asked, and suddenly the sombre atmosphere dissolved. Blaine and Burt burst out laughing, while Rachel hid her face in her hands.

"Oh God Blaine, I am so sorry," Carole said, her face reddening. "Finn, I just don't believe you sometimes. You just...BURT! WILL YOU PLEASE SIT DOWN!" she suddenly yelled.

Silence descended over the table once more, as a sheepish looking Burt returned to his place and pushed around the food on his plate.

"So Rachel, how are your Dads?" Blaine asked in an attempt to fill the awkward air.

"Oh, they're good. Thank you."

"Um...do you still keep in touch with anyone else from school?" Blaine asked, his mind focused more on Burt's odd behavior rather than her answer.

Luckily Rachel launched into a full explanation about who was living where and doing what, which gave Blaine time to study the man opposite him. Something was definitely up, he just didn't know what.

"...And Tina and Mike are expecting their first baby, which is wonderful. Puck lives in LA now. He plays guitar in a rock band. He'll be back for Christmas, as will Mercedes. Oh! We should totally organize something for when everyone is back..." Just as Blaine was regretting tuning back into Rachel's monologue, he was saved by his phone ringing.

"Excuse me everyone, it's my assistant. I'd better just take this in case there's a problem." he said as he hurriedly left the dining room.

"Becky?"

"Hey Blaine."

"Is everything ok?"

"Of course it is. We can manage without you for more than a few hours you know. We left around six, I'm just packing to drive up to my parents."

"Um...so why are you calling exactly?"

"To wish you an insanely happy Thanksgiving."

Blaine laughed. "Thank you. And the same for you too."

"No Blaine, you don't understand. I really, really want you to have the best Thanksgiving EVER. And tomorrow, I want you to text me and tell me something you're truly thankful for ok?"

"O...kay." Blaine replied, "Becky, have you been drinking?"

"NO! Why would I do that and then drive a hundred miles?"

"Sorry. It's just you're being weird."

"I'm being kind, Blaine. Just remember to text me tomorrow. Promise."

"I promise." They said their goodbyes and hung up. The doorbell rang as Blaine crossed the hallway.

"I'll get it!" He called. A loud commotion followed from the dining room, lots of scraping chairs and people falling over themselves to get into the hall as Blaine pulled open the door.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" Kurt said, with uncertainty in his eyes. His arms held the most extravagant bouquet of flowers Blaine had ever seen. Flowers which were immediately crushed as Blaine surged forward and covered Kurt's lips with his own.