For the next two days, Blaine stayed with Kurt whenever he wasn't at school. Kurt was grateful that he could (hopefully) go back tomorrow. At least he was all caught up on his work. The excuse he told the school was that he was going to get dinner late at night when he fell down the stairs, and Wes and Blaine were there to help him get to a hospital (David even forged a doctor's note for him).

One of the good things about being absent from school was that he got to spend more time with Blaine. Before school, during Blaine's lunch period, after school, and any extra time that Blaine found in between. Blaine brought him lunch and homework. Kurt kissed him. It was a pretty fair trade, if you asked Blaine, and Kurt would miss it when he had to go back to school.

On his first day back, he found that the school hadn't found a replacement for Mr. Williamson yet, so they had a substitute, a thin, elderly woman named Mrs. Liston. The kids in his class took advantage of her lack of hearing and spent the class talking and throwing paper balls. Whenever Kurt tried to ask a question, she responded with a "What?" growing louder and louder each time. When she got tired of trying to listen, she shook her head and went back to the board to keep lecturing.

The rest of his classes were pretty normal, besides the never-ending stares at the bandage on Kurt's arm. His teachers were oddly sympathetic towards him, telling him he didn't have to get his homework done by tomorrow (they were shocked when he told them that he had already done it all). He didn't even need to bring out the "doctor's note." He was finally all caught up on his work. He understood everything he was learning. It was strange.

What was even stranger was when, when Kurt met him outside of his French classroom, Blaine kissed him hard on the lips. Kurt almost immediately pulled away, afraid of who saw, ready to take a punch in the face or a shove into the lockers for Blaine. He looked around nervously.

"It's okay," Blaine coaxed him. "Zero-tolerance harassment policy, right?"

Kurt exhaled. "Right. Sorry. Still not used to this place."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're feeling better. I missed seeing you in French."

"Because you didn't get enough of me during lunch? Or study hall? Or breakfast?"

"Nope." Blaine pulled him closer for another kiss, this one lasting longer. Much longer. When it was over, Kurt couldn't help but smile. Here at Dalton, he could have a boyfriend. He could hold hands and kiss him in the hallways without fear of being bullied. He could definitely get used to this place.

The bell rang and they stepped inside the classroom, fingers entwined together.

"So..." Kurt started, then closed his mouth and returned to his copy of Pride and Prejudice he had to read for English. They were in Blaine's dorm. Kurt sat on the lounge chair, and Blaine was sprawled out on the couch, taking notes for European History. He looked up. "What?"

"Never mind." Kurt shook his head.

"What? Tell me," Blaine asked again, smiling.

"No."

"Come on," Blaine teased, nudging Kurt's elbow with his foot that was hanging off the side of the couch.

"I was thinking...and if you don't want to do it, just tell me, you really don't have to, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything because I don't wanna take things too fast and—"

"Kurt! It's okay, really."

"I want you to meet my parents." He covered his face in his book.

"Kurt," Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's embarrassment. He got up from the couch and sat on the arm of Kurt's chair. "I would love to meet your parents."

"Really? You would?"

"Yeah! How does tonight sound?"

"Tonight?" Kurt's eyes grew wide in panic.

"Sure, why not?"

"You haven't met my dad. I haven't even told him I have a boyfriend yet. He'll be getting out his hunting rifle as soon as he hangs up the phone."

"I doubt that's true."

"I bet it is."

"Come on. It'll be fine. I promise. I'll be the perfect boyfriend."

"You don't need any help in that department." Kurt smiled. "In the fashion department, however..."

Blaine's face was mock-offended. "Hey! My fashion sense is impeccable."

"From what I've seen, your closet looks like it came straight from the eighties."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"We'll put something together."

"I'm taking that as a yes. Now go call your parents and tell them that your oh-so-perfect boyfriend will be coming over for dinner."

Kurt took out his phone and called his house. "Be quiet," he said to Blaine as he pressed the speakerphone button.

"Hello?" Burt answered the phone.

"Hey, Dad!" Kurt said in the most cheerful voice he could muster.

"Hey, Kurt! How're you doing? Is everything going okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great. I was actually wondering if I could come home for dinner tonight."

"Oh, of course you can, buddy! I'll just tell Carole to make an extra serving of lasagna."

"Can she make that two extra servings?"

"Why? Are you bringing a friend?"

"I was hoping that I could bring...this boy..." He looked up to Blaine nervously.

"Is it that Blaine kid you're always talking about?" Blaine raised his eyebrows, surprised, and burst out into laughter. Kurt had to cover his mouth with his own hand to keep his father from hearing on the other end. "Uh, yeah, Dad. It is."

"Are you two, you know...together?"

Blaine couldn't control his laughter anymore and Kurt shoved him out of the room. He still heard him laughing in the bathroom. Kurt couldn't help but giggle himself. "Um...kinda. Well, yes. We are. Blaine is...my boyfriend." He held his breath and waited for his father's response.

For a few moments, there was only silence on the other end of the line. "...Dad?"

Silence.

"He really wants to meet you."

There was a sigh from the other end. "Alright. I guess he can come over."

The son let out a squeal. "Thank you so much, Dad! You'll love him. We'll leave in about half an hour. See you later!" He hung up and sprang out of his chair. "Blaine! Get out of there! We have to get you ready!" He opened up Blaine's closet and fought the urge to cringe. The amount of flood pants in every color imaginable was a little sickening. He pushed them aside. "Do you own a normal pair of jeans?"

Blaine walked out of the bathroom and over to Kurt. "...Two." He picked them out of the closet and held them up. Kurt took the dark pair. "This will have to do. One day, we have to go shopping. Maybe this weekend."

"But I hate shopping."

"I can tell." Kurt picked out a dark blue polo shirt and handed it to Blaine along with the jeans. "Try this."

A few minutes later, Blaine stepped out of his bathroom clad in the outfit Kurt had picked out for him.

"Perfect!" Kurt clapped his hands together. "Casual yet presentable. They'll love you."

Blaine walked over to him and took Kurt's hands in his. "I'm glad I can meet your parents."

"Me too. Although I'm afraid I almost gave my dad a heart attack when I told him you were my boyfriend."

"Speaking of that...how about that Blaine kid you're always talking about, huh?" His face broke out into a silly grin and Kurt playfully hit his side.

"I'm going to go get ready. I'll be back in twenty minutes." He practically flew out of the room.

Almost three hours later, on the Hummel-Hudson house's porch, Blaine shifted from foot to foot nervously. He looked at Kurt, then back to the car in the driveway. "You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. We could just—"

Kurt gripped his shoulders and pushed him forward. "Nope. No! You were the one who said you would be the 'perfect boyfriend' and all that. It'll be fine. I'm here for you. I promise not to let Dad shoot you." This only seemed to worry Blaine more. "I'm kidding, Blaine. Calm down. Breathe."

Blaine took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. What if they didn't like him? What if they thought he wasn't good enough for Kurt?

Kurt was already ringing the doorbell, and just a few seconds later, Carole Hummel opened the door with a big, cheerful smile on her face. "Kurt! Great to see you again!" She tightly wrapped her arms around Kurt. After a few seconds, she pulled away to look at the boy next to her stepson. "You must be Blaine." Her smile brightened even more. Blaine held out his hand for Carole to shake, but the stepmother went in for a hug. He patted a hand on her back. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Kurt has told us so much about you."

"It's great to meet you, too," Blaine told her. Maybe this would go a lot better than he expected.

"Please, come in." Carole fully opened the door and walked towards the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready. Maybe Kurt can give you the grand tour while we wait."

Kurt stepped inside first. He saw his dad lounging on the living room chair, watching the Buckeyes game. "Dad?" Burt Hummel turned around and got up from his seat. Trailing behind his boyfriend awkwardly, Blaine gave Kurt's father a friendly smile.

"Dad, this is Blaine, my boyfriend." Kurt glanced between the two men. Blaine held out his hand and Burt shook it firmly. "Hello, Mr. Hummel. It's great to finally meet you."

"Same to you, Blaine. Kurt's told us a lot about you."

"So I've heard. Good things, I hope." He smiled awkwardly, fishing for a conversation starter or distraction. His eyes found the television. "Oh, is that the Buckeyes game? How are they doing?"

Burt looked at Blaine in what seemed like pure amazement. "Kicking ass. Thirteen to four. You like football?"

"Oh, I love it. I used to play at my old school."

"Really? What position?"

"Quarterback. It was a blast. But when I got to Dalton, I didn't make the team."

"Ah, that's too bad. I'm sure they're missing out." Burt smiled and took his seat again. He motioned for Kurt and Blaine to sit on the adjacent couch, which they did, both sitting sort of uncomfortably.

"I'm going to go see how dinner's going. See if Carole needs any help." He patted Blaine's hand and hopped off of the couch and into the kitchen.

"Hey, Carole," Kurt greeted his stepmother. "Need a hand?"

Carole took a dish of lasagna out of the oven and turned around to look around the kitchen. "Oh, you can set the table. Use the nicest plates you can find."

Kurt snickered. "I doubt Blaine minds which plates we use."

"Well, still, I wanna make a good impression and all that." She shrugged.

"Trust me. He's more worried about him making a good impression on you."

He grabbed a stack of plates and laid them out on the counter. "So, you really like Blaine?" Carole asked, scooping lasagna from the dish onto the plates.

"Yeah, I do," he said. "I like him a lot. He really is great. We've...We've helped each other through a lot." He began to place the silverware on the table.

"He seems good for you. You're happier. I can tell." Kurt tried to keep himself from grinning. "And your father seems to like him. From what I've heard, he's a very nice boy."

"He really is. He's been there for me when no one else was at Dalton. Helping me adjust and everything."

"That's great, sweetie. I'm happy you're so happy." She set the now lasagna-filled plates on the table.

"So does he have the Carole Hudson seal of approval?" Kurt joked, and Carole laughed. "I believe he does."

Kurt wrapped his stepmother in a hug. "Thank you, Carole. It means a lot to me."

"Of course, honey. You deserve to be happy. If that's what you are with him, I can't complain."

"So, Blaine, how are you in school?" Burt averted his eyes from the game for a moment to look at his son's boyfriend.

"Pretty good. I have a 4.5 grade point average," he said, beginning to panic because oh, God this is probably the interrogation part of the night and what if he ends up not liking me and doesn't approve of me being with Kurt?

"Smart boy."

"Thank you, sir."

"I think Kurt told me you could sing, too, is that right?"

"Yes, sir. I'm the lead soloist in Dalton's glee club."

"So my boy has some competition." Burt winked jokingly at Blaine, who returned it with a nervous smile. Blaine wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything. He shifted in his seat on the couch and quiet fell over the two.

"Listen, Kid," Burt suddenly spoke up, his voice taking on a serious tone. "I'm glad Kurt has someone, but I need to know you're serious about this. That you're not gonna go messing things up between you two. You know what happened to Kurt at McKinley. He went through hell at that school. All I want is for my boy to be happy. You seem like a good kid, Blaine. But if you break my son's heart, I'll make sure you regret it. Are we clear?"

"Y-Y-Yes, sir," Blaine stuttered. "You should know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt your son. If there was ever a time where Kurt wanted me to keep my distance...I would, even though it would kill me. All I want is for him to be happy, too."

"Then...it's good to know we're on the same page."

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Burt."

"Yes, si—Burt. Thank you."

Then the Buckeyes scored a touchdown, and their attention went back to the game.

"Hey, Blaine, you said you liked football, right?" Finn asked over dinner, his mouth full of lasagna.

"Yeah."

"Me and Burt go to games all the time. Maybe you can tag along next time."

"Sounds like fun! I would love that."

"Then we'll make sure to let you know next time I get tickets," Burt said. "This guy, Ted, who works at my car shop has season tickets. Gives 'em away for about ten times cheaper when he can't go to a game."

Kurt glanced between the three, a small smile appearing on his lips. Blaine smiled, too. This was going a lot better than he had thought it would. Kurt's parents were unbelievably kind, and now that he and Burt had talked, he was much more welcoming towards Blaine.

He had almost forgotten what it was like to be around family. He had barely seen his own since he transferred to Dalton. His father was always off somewhere for work, and his mother slept all day since she worked night shifts at the hospital. The few times he had come home after his transfer, he had been incredibly lonely.

That was why he preferred boarding at Dalton. There was always someone there. No one was ever too busy or too tired (there was what seemed like unlimited amounts of coffee for that). It was like the big, happy family Blaine had always wanted. The Warblers were the brothers Blaine had kept asking for when he was little.

And now, the way Burt and Carole were so caring, the way you can tell how they love their sons unconditionally, made him miss his own parents. He often wondered how they would react if he told them what he's been hiding for all these years.

That thought alone made Blaine suddenly not want to see his parents again. He just wished everything could go back to the way it was before that awful day.

But then, if he hadn't transferred to Dalton, he would have never met Kurt, this amazing, perfect boy who he was so happy to be able to call his boyfriend. He couldn't ask for anyone better.

Kurt pulled Finn aside again after dinner. Burt, Carole, and Blaine were talking in the living room. "So?"

"What?"

"Did you fix things with Rachel yet?"

"Kinda. We just talked about it, like you said we should, and I got to understand her a little better. I'm not as pissed anymore and I don't think she is, either. But we still decided that it's not a good idea to be together again yet. We're taking a break or pause or whatever you want to call it."

"I'm happy to hear that you worked out your problems. Maybe some time apart is just what you two need."

"I guess so." Finn shrugged, and there was nothing left to say for either boy, so Kurt smiled at him and returned to the living room where he found Burt telling Blaine embarrassing stories about Kurt.

"So it all started when I found him dancing to that Single Ladies song in our basement—"

"DAD!" Kurt turned bright red from embarrassment in a matter of seconds. Blaine was doubled over in laughter on the couch.

"—I'm pretty sure he recorded it, it's probably stuffed in his closet somewhere..."

"Oh my God, Dad, please stop talking."

"I can't...you dancing...Single Ladies..." Blaine could barely speak, he was laughing so hard. "I'm so finding that tape."

"I'll burn it."

"So there is one?"

"Don't forget to tell him about your cheerleading days."

"Cheerleading?"

"Finn! I'm going to kill you!"

"That video, you can find on YouTube." Finn grinned, and Kurt glared at him.

"Oh, man." Blaine pulled out his phone to search for the video, but Kurt grabbed it and stuffed it in his pocket. "Hey!"

"No way am I ever letting you see that video."

Tears of laughter were running down Blaine's face. "That must be...the best..."

Kurt was pretty sure this was what dying of embarrassment felt like. Carole came next to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "If it makes you feel any better, I did the same thing to Finn when he introduced me to Rachel." Kurt chuckled, and soon he was laughing, too, at both the memories of what Burt and Finn were telling Blaine and the thought of Finn going through the same thing he is right now. He'd have to hear those stories someday.

A couple of laughter-filled hours later, it was time to leave.

"It was so nice meeting you, Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hudson. I hope I'll see you again soon."

"You too, sweetie." Carole gave Blaine one last hug.

"Of course. And I'll let you know about those football tickets. Pleasure meeting you, Blaine." Burt shook his hand.

Kurt hugged his parents and both boys said goodbye before leaving the house. When the door closed behind them, Kurt took Blaine's hand and smiled at him lovingly as they walked down the porch steps to Kurt's car. "I told you they'd love you. You even won Dad over."

"Your family really is great. You're lucky to have them."

"I know. I'm glad you got to meet them. Even though those stories they told you are never to be spoken of again."

"So am I. And I can't guarantee that." He planted a soft, chaste kiss on Kurt's lips, and Kurt let his forehead rest against Blaine's. "You know they're probably watching us now," he sniggered.

And just as Kurt predicted, Burt Hummel was indeed looking out the living room window. Carole came up behind him. "Look at how happy he is. Blaine's good for him."

"He's a good kid."

"He is. I know you're not exactly thrilled with Kurt having a boyfriend, but if I had to choose someone for him, it seems like Blaine would be perfect."

"As long as he's happy..."

At school the next day, there was a new history teacher, Mrs. Ervin. She looked relatively young compared to most of the other teachers, maybe in her early thirties. She had long red hair that she kept in a tight ponytail. To the class's relief, she seemed more or less laid back.

In the middle of the class, Kurt had gotten bored, so he texted Blaine to ask if he wanted to go out tonight. Sorry, not tonight, he replied. Full moon. Oh. He should probably start keeping better track of those now.

His stomach turned at the thought of Blaine going through his transformation. He couldn't stand seeing Blaine in pain. Even worse, he couldn't stand sitting around doing nothing while Blaine was in pain. What was he supposed to do tonight? Sit around and watch TV while, somewhere deep in the woods, his boyfriend was painfully turning into a wolf? There was no way that would go well for Kurt. He felt sick just thinking about it. He had to do something.

So when he met with Blaine on the way to French, he pulled him aside into a nearly empty hallway.

"I want to be there for your transformation tonight."

"What? No! No way. Do you know how dangerous that could be?"

"Yes, I do. Do you really expect me to just sit around while you're turning into a wolf?"

"It would be a lot better than risking your life!"

"You won't hurt me, Blaine."

"You don't know that!"

"You won't. I just want to help you. I can't sit in my dorm awake all night knowing that you're out there somewhere. I can't do it. I won't."

"But—"

"No buts. I trust you. You have to trust me."

"I do trust you." Blaine gripped Kurt's hand.

"Then just let me be there for you. Please."

Blaine was silent for a few long moments, and then sighed. "Fine. But I don't want you anywhere near me once it starts."

"Okay."

"You have to run like hell."

"Deal."

A/N: The next chapter will be the last! Thank you for reading and please review!