A/N: Oh my goodness, I am extremely sorry for taking so long to update! I just had major writer's block. I meant to make myself finish this up two days ago, but then there was that insane Klaine/CrissColfer riot on tumblr, and I was busy participating in it. X) Anyway, this chapter is kind of short, but it's better than nothing, right? Well, on with the story then, folks! :)

Chapter 4
Family Matters

"Could you hurry it up, dad? My friends are waiting for me," Blaine said into the phone, sounding more than slightly annoyed. He was weighing all the outcomes of what his father could possibly want to talk to him about.

"Look, Blaine. I know you're expecting me to say something to discourage you, but that's not what I called about." Mr. Anderson said, and Blaine's face twisted into an expression of confusion.

"Go on," Blaine said impatiently, lifting an eyebrow.

"I…" Walter began, seemingly searching for the right words to say, "I'm sending you some money. 2000 dollars to be exact." Blaine's eyes widened slightly at that. He knew his parents had plenty of money, but he never would have expected his father to loan him any, much less to support his life in New York. Blaine remained silent; he was at a loss for words.

Mr. Anderson sensed Blaine's uncertainty and continued to explain himself, "I know you and your friends don't have much furniture or anything yet…and I feel that it's my responsibility as your father to support you. Don't think of the money as a loan, it's a gift."

Blaine really was grateful for his father's donation, but somehow he was hung up on the words "it's my responsibility as your father." He was 99% sure that Mrs. Anderson had told her husband to give him the money because "it was his responsibility." The younger Anderson could have snapped at his dad with questions that were at the forefront of his mind, like "Was it your responsibility as my father to discourage my sexuality?" or "Where was your 'responsibility as my father' when I had questions and needed your help?" but Rachel, Kurt and Finn were waiting for him to return to the table, plus he didn't want to start an argument with Walter over the phone in the middle of a coffee shop.

"Thanks dad, really. But I don't really have time to talk right now. I'll… call you later," Blaine replied hurriedly, but he at least waited until his father said 'Very well, Blaine. I'll talk to you later,' before hanging up. He might or might not call his father later, depending on how he was feeling.

"Is everything okay, Blaine?" Rachel gently asked when he came back to sit at the table. Kurt and Finn also looked at Blaine with worried yet curious eyes.

"Yeah, everything…is great, actually. That was my dad. He's sending us 2000 dollars to buy furniture and stuff," Blaine answered, plastering on his bright smile as always, and it was just convincing enough to mask his underlying resentment. The other three people at the table lit up with excitement immediately.

Kurt clasped his hands and held them up to his face like he always did in his adorable way and beamed. "This is fantastic! I can finally start decorating that bland apartment!" Blaine smiled adoringly at Kurt as he spoke. He loved it when Kurt got excited and inspired like this. "I'll need to start planning the design right away…" Kurt trailed off, and Rachel checked her phone for the time.

"We really should be getting home, guys." the brunette girl said, and although she was completely serious, for some reason, Finn started to laugh. Rachel looked at him, perplexed, as he continued giggling.

Finn waved his arms dramatically and spoke after he was done with his laughter. "Oh, Rachel. Look at us. We're 18 years old, in New York, with no parents within 500 miles of here. We have no curfew! And it's only," Finn paused to check his watch, "8:45."

Rachel stared up at Finn, almost admiringly, but then she caught herself and replied, "Fine. But New York is dangerous at night! We're only staying out one more hour." Finn grinned and hooked arms with her, which made her cheeks warm up quickly.

"Well, onward then!" Blaine chuckled, interlacing his fingers with Kurt's and linking arms with Rachel. The four of them left the coffee shop in high spirits, continuing their shameless frolicking through the city.

More than once, in the midst of their hearty laughter and singing, Rachel and Finn's eyes would meet for a few seconds, then the two would turn away awkwardly, blushing madly.

Around 9:45, the group realized just how far they had gotten from their apartment, and Rachel started to throw a fit about getting home before 10, so they settled on calling a taxi. Rachel paid surprisingly, stating that she 'would pay any price to ensure the safety' of herself and her companions. That earned a shared confused glance between the boys, but they were just happy that they didn't have to pay. Or at least Finn was.

Blaine stared at his cell phone, trying to convince himself to call his father back, but ultimately failing. He was sitting on the edge of his and Kurt's bed, staring at the small object in his hands.

"What 'cha doing?" Kurt asked, crawling up behind Blaine and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Blaine smiled a bit a Kurt's touch and answered, "Trying to get myself to call my dad back. I told him I would." Kurt frowned. He knew how helpless Blaine felt when it came to his father, and he also knew that his boyfriend didn't like to show his weaker side much.

"Well, I think you should do it. If he's willing to make things better between you two, I think he deserves to get a phone call back," Kurt reasoned, loosening his grip around Blaine and repositioning himself so that he was sitting next to him. Blaine sighed and nodded slightly, and he began to dial his home number. He secretly hoped that anyone but his dad would answer the phone.

It seemed that Blaine's wish had come true when an upbeat, feminine voice answered after a few rings with, "Blainey!" It was his older sister, whom he had not been expecting to hear from at all. He could practically hear the exclamation marks when she had yelled his nickname. "How is my baby brother doing? Taking New York by storm yet?"

Blaine smiled and mouthed 'It's my sister' to Kurt so he wouldn't be confused. His sister was always so upbeat and friendly, despite being a model. She was the only one of his family members that could always make him smile, or at least, she was since he had come out to his parents. "Hey, Willa. I'm good for the most part," Blaine began, "But I actually called to talk to dad…What are you doing at mom and dad's anyway?"

"Well, I found some time in my busy schedule to come see the 'rents! Oh, and dad is busy. But I, on the other hand, am completely free!" Blaine imagined her beaming on the other side of the line and he chuckled lightly. "I know why you wanted to talk to dad. I don't really know how to explain his decision over the phone… but that's okay, because I'm coming to visit you!" Willa finished talking finally, giving her brother a chance to respond.

"Wait, what? Don't joke about things like that, Will," Blaine said. He would actually love it if his sister came to visit them. Unlike most siblings, Willa and Blaine hardly fought, since she had always been busy protecting him from their father's bashes on his sexuality.

"I'm not joking, Blaine, I assure you. You see, father informed me that he was going to give you some cash, so I offered to drop by and pick it up, so that I can deliver it personally! It works out perfectly, since I have a fashion show in New York this weekend." Blaine opened his mouth to respond, but his talkative sister continued. "I can't wait to see you, Blainey! We haven't seen each other since you moved. Also, I'm extremely eager to meet your boyfriend that you never stop taking about."

Kurt had obviously heard her say that since he smirked a bit before giggling at Blaine's blushing. "Great! So when are you coming?" Blaine asked.

"Well… what's today? Tuesday? I have to be in NYC by Thursday, so… my flight will be landing tomorrow night," Willa explained, still sounding extremely perky, "I have to go now though, mom finished dinner and you know how she doesn't like to be kept waiting. I'll tell dad you called."

Blaine paled a bit. "Actually, Willa… don't tell him, please?" he pleaded in a bit of a whisper. Maybe… he would talk to his dad another day, but right now, he was exhausted. Willa agreed solemnly and the two siblings quickly exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

So, there you have it. I know I'm writing a lot about Blaine's family, but I just love the idea of getting to know them. I think they would be interesting people. :) I'll try my best to update faster this time around. Also, reviews, story alerts and favorites are lovely! Until next time :D