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A/N: Here's chapter 3! It's a bit more serious, which is a little different from what I'm used to writing. Thanks again for reading and reviewing! Reviews are always appreciated, and a special thanks to those of you who notified me of my little "typo" in chapter 2.

As Blaine led Kurt into the dining room, he was silently praying that his father would be on his best behavior like he'd asked him to be the night before, but he knew that the chances of his father cooperating were slim to none. At the same time, Kurt was preparing for the worst, but couldn't help marvel at the fact that Blaine's father truly was impeccably dressed.

Blaine looked down at his plate full of grilled chicken, steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes, picked at some of the chicken, then looked back up at Kurt who was sitting next to him. Kurt was also staring down at his plate of food that looked untouched. No one said anything; the only thing keeping the room from being completely silent was the ticking of a clock and the sound of forks clinking on plates. None of those forks happened to be Kurt's, however, because he was pretty sure that if he put anything in his mouth it would just come right back out, and he didn't particularly want to taste his dinner twice. Then Blaine's mother finally spoke.

"So, how was work today, Honey?" she asked, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"It was fine. The same. Still surrounded by idiots," Mr. Anderson replied with a hint of irritation in his voice. "So Kurt," he said abruptly, "what are your plans for college? You are going to college, aren't you?"

Blaine's eyes widened with a look of horror, and Kurt nearly choked, even though there was no food in his mouth. He was frantically trying to remember how to speak, but before he had the chance to say anything it was Blaine who responded.

"Really, Dad? That's your first question? You don't beat around the bush, do you? Can't even get to know a person first…" Blaine trailed off, disappointment heavy in his voice.

"Er…" Kurt tried to interject, but Mr. Anderson was quick to respond.

"No Blaine, I don't beat around the bush. But if Kurt isn't comfortable answering my question, I suppose I could ask something more menial. Would you like that, Kurt?" Mr. Anderson asked, still sounding irritated.

"Actually, I'm perfectly capable of answering any question you ask me, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said confidently as he shot a glance over at Blaine. Although he felt that he could fend for himself, he was secretly thankful for the extra twenty seconds Blaine gave him to prepare for the inevitable interrogation. "After graduation, I will be moving to New York. My ultimate plan is to be on Broadway—" he tried to continue, but was cut off.

"Hmph, Broadway," scoffed Mr. Anderson, rolling his eyes. "And if that doesn't work out?"

"Well, as I was saying, my ultimate plan is to be on Broadway, but my plan also includes going to either NYU or Colombia. I hope to pursue a double major in theatre and business marketing with a minor in French," he said with a smile.

Blaine grinned and thought, "That's right, you tell him, Kurt," but as he placed his hand on Kurt's knee, he could feel Kurt trembling in fear. As his father began to speak again, the grin quickly faded from Blaine's face.

"Ah. I see…" Blaine's father mumbled, sounding slightly impressed but still skeptical. "Those are difficult schools to get into. You actually think you have a chance at getting in?"

"One can never be sure, Mr. Anderson, but I feel like I have a pretty good chance. I always get straight A's, I'm taking all the honors courses my school has to offer, my test scores are near perfect, and I have some very impressive extracurriculars, including volunteer work," Kurt answered with confidence.

Blaine was sure that his father would be impressed at that, but he was wrong.

"Mhmm, you and everyone else applying to those schools. But what makes you stand out? Do you really think you're good enough?" Mr. Anderson asked curtly.

Once again, before Kurt could say anything, Blaine was the one to respond. "DAD! Please stop grilling Kurt! This wasn't meant to be a practice college interview. And he's already had enough bullying for one lifetime, you certainly don't need to be adding to it," he yelled.

Kurt's jaw dropped and he stared at Blaine for a moment before saying, "I…I'm fine with answering your question, Mr. Anderson…" but this time it was Mrs. Anderson who interjected.

"No, Kurt, that won't be necessary. There's been enough interrogation for one night, and I think it's time we all just enjoyed our meal together," she said.

Mr. Anderson looked stunned, but quickly began eating again. Blaine glanced at Kurt with a sympathetic look that said, "I am SO SORRY," but Kurt was too busy staring at his plate to notice the gesture.

The meal was quickly finished in silence, and then it was time for Blaine to take Kurt home.

"Th-thanks for dinner, Mrs. Anderson. It was delicious," Kurt said quietly. "And, it was…nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, sweetie," Mrs. Anderson replied cheerfully as she nudged her husband, forcing him to respond.

"Yes…goodbye, Kurt," was all Blaine's father said before the two boys walked out the door.

As they were getting into the car, Blaine was the first to break the silence. "Kurt…" he said.

"Blaine," Kurt replied.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that in there. I…I asked my dad to try and be nice, but he clearly didn't try very hard," Blaine said, his voice full of sympathy.

"No, he didn't try very hard at all, did he?" Kurt asked, feebly.

Blaine looked over to see tears welling in Kurt's eyes and wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the right words.

"It's just...that's not what I was prepared for at all... I'm used to teenagers being complete jerks to me, but an adult? The father of the person I love?" Kurt tried to be strong, but he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

Coming to a stop at a red light, Blaine leaned over to wipe away Kurt's tears with his thumb, still not saying anything. The two remained silent for the rest of the drive. Upon pulling into the Hummel-Hudson driveway, Blaine turned to Kurt and took his hand.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?" Blaine asked as he kissed Kurt's forehead.

Kurt sighed, said, "I love you, too," and got out of the car. As he walked away, he turned around and called out, "Call me tomorrow?"

Blaine smiled and called back, "Of course! Goodnight, Kurt."

TBC…