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A/N: Here's chapter two! Thank you for reading, and reviews are always appreciated :]

Kurt was dreaming that he and Blaine were attending New York Fashion Week at Bryant Park when all of a sudden he was awoken by a soft noise. He looked down at Blaine and smiled; hewas lying on his stomach with his arm wrapped around Kurt's waist using his shoulder as a pillow. As Kurt snuggled into Blaine's warm body, he heard the noise again and realized where it was coming from.

"Mmf…thought…decided…red piping…not…blue…so…sorry…" Blaine mumbled as he let out a soft snore.

Chuckling to himself, Kurt closed his eyes to go back to sleep, but there was a knock on the door.

"Boys?" Kurt heard Blaine's mother ask through the door, "Boys? I just came to see how you two are doing. Blaine, your father will be home in about 30 minutes. Just wanted to let you know. I'm going back downstairs now."

Kurt remained silent as he heard Mrs. Anderson walk away. Blaine let out another soft snore.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered as he caressed his boyfriend's face. "Blaine, did you hear that? Your mom came to tell you that your dad should be home soon."

"Huh? My dad is home? What? Is he mad? Did he insult you already?" Blaine asked frantically as he scrambled to get up.

"No, shh, it's okay! He's not home yet. Your mom was just outside the door telling us that he'll be home in about half an hour."

"Oh. Okay. Well, shall we get up then?" Blaine suggested.

"If we must…" Kurt replied grudgingly. "Hey, are you aware that not only do you snore, but that you also talk in your sleep?"

"Ha! I think you're lying."

"Don't believe me? I'll prove it. You were dreaming that you showed up for a Warbler performance and you were wearing the wrong uniform."

"I…Uh…I don't know what you're talking about. I do know, however, that you make the perfect pillow," and with that, he pulled Kurt close, pressed their lips together, then pulled back slowly. "So, what was that you were saying? Something about talking in my sleep?"

"Who said anything about sleep-talking? Certainly not me," Kurt said with a wink.

"Good," Blaine said as he kissed Kurt on the cheek and got up.

The two left the fort up for the time being and went downstairs to set the table for dinner. Kurt marveled at the dining room table that was big enough seat twenty, yet was only occupied by three people each night.

After a few minutes table setting, Blaine and Kurt went and sat down on the living room couch.

"Let me share with you a few tips for meeting my dad," Blaine said. "The most important rule is that he prefers to be called 'Mr. Anderson.'"

"Mr. Anderson. Noted," Kurt said with a determined tone in his voice.

"The next thing you should remember is that he's finally starting to come to terms with me being gay, but he's not exactly happy that I have a boyfriend now. So don't be offended by anything he says. It's nothing personal."

"Nothing personal. Got it." Kurt repeated.

"And finally, he has excellent fashion sense. DON'T comment on it. I know you, and I know you're going to want to. But you have to resist,"

"Er, why?" asked Kurt.

Blaine sighed. "Because although he likes to look nice and thinks that every man should be able to wear a decent suit, he feels that it…how do I put this…compromises his manliness."

"Pffft that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. But I can understand where he's coming from… I mean, look at Finn. He's pretty much your quintessential manly jock, and he has the fashion sense of a blind beetle. I mean, all he ever wears are t-shirts and jeans," Kurt scoffed.

Just as Kurt finished his last sentence, he heard a door slam and a booming voice call out "I'm home!"

Mr. Anderson strode into the living room and Blaine immediately stood up from the couch to greet his father.

"Hi, Dad," Blaine said, his voice a bit lower than usual.

"Hello, son. And…Kurt, I presume?" replied his father.

Blaine quickly nudged Kurt to stand up as he said "Oh, yes. Dad, this is Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is my father."

Kurt timidly stuck out his hand and said "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine's father shook Kurt's hand firmly and said "Yes, indeed. Nice to meet you, Kurt," with no hint of interest in his voice whatsoever.

Kurt was in awe. Looking at Blaine's father was like seeing Blaine, only thirty years older. They looked almost exactly alike, except there was much less kindness in Mr. Anderson's eyes than in Blaine's. They were around the same height of about 5'8", but Mr. Anderson's rigid posture and stern attitude made him seem like he could have been ten feet tall. As far as Kurt was concerned, this man was quite possibly the most intimidating person he'd ever met.

From down the hall the two boys heard Blaine's mother call them to the dining room to eat.

Grabbing Kurt's hand, Blaine sighed and said, "This is going to be interesting."

TBC…