Chap 3:
I walked inside, and I swear I couldn't have been grinning wider. My dad was on the couch, watching football. He sees my joy and mutes the TV.
"Lulu lemon sale?"
I chuckled.
"Dad, I'm not THAT happy."
"What's got ya grinnin' son?"
I walk in, turn off the TV and sit down beside him, still with a toothy grin on my face. I swear, I tried to say it slowly and calmly.
"MEANDBLAINEARETOGETHER!..."
"You and Blaine?"
"Yes!"
"Do I know him?"
"He's the lead vocalist of Glee, he showed me around the school my first day."
"Yeah I've heard you talk about him, but I've never met him."
"We can change that, if you'd like." I was as giddy as a toddler without training wheels, and you know what? I kind of felt that way. Free.
"What if he comes over for dinner Thursday? We'll have roast beef."
"Blaine's a vegan, dad."
He shifted uncomfortably. "But I thought he was gay?"
Oh, my god, could that have been more embarrassing? I was as red as a lobster. "Ew dad no! Vegan is a dietary choice. It means he doesn't eat meat or dairy."
"What does that leave for us? Lettuce? How does he survive?"
"Don't worry dad, I'll cook." I clapped my hands out of excitement.
Burt paused for a moment.
"You know kid, you seem really happy. Like, really happy."
I smiled. "I really am dad. I'm ecstatic."
I hugged him tightly, which surprised him.
"Alright, but curfew must be strictly adhered to! And I don't want your schoolwork to suffer!"
But it was too late, I was already planning.
"Ooh! We could make salads, and have some Cher playing in the background, a fruity dessert, and I can wear Marc Jacob, and we'll have to completely remodel the kitchen, and..."