"Uh. I- I don't-" Blaine first impulse was to try to claim he had never seen it before, that he had no idea how it had gotten in his wallet. But a quick look to his dad's face told him he wasn't going to buy that. He had to come up with something plausible, fast. "I mean, it, was... for a joke, Dad."

God, Blaine was a terrible liar. Kurt felt bad to see him scrambling but he didn't know what to say either. What if Mr. Anderson told his dad?

"A joke." It wasn't a question. Blaine gave a little shrug and a nod, not able to look his Dad in the eye. He was trying to quickly formulate a hilarious story about how his friends had all made them- in art class? something for Glee? Mr. Anderson wasn't going to let him get that far though. It was actually insulting- the fact that Blaine was trying to lie about this only raised Mr. Anderson's blood pressure more. Clenching his jaw, his voice got very low. "Blaine. Anderson. How about you try again and tell me the truth."

Blaine bit his lip and fidgeted at this accusation. Just the way he did whenever he'd been caught in a lie as a little boy, Mr. Anderson thought, eyeing the teenager running his hand nervously through his hair.

"Dad... it is the tru...""

"Blaine, this is a fake ID. I am not playing games here." Kurt didn't know about Blaine, but he was shaking in his boots now, and Mr. Anderson wasn't even really raising his voice much. "I wasn't born yesterday, and I know what these are for. You been using this to get into bars?"

"I- bars?" Blaine did his best impression of shock. "N-no Dad, wh-why would- I mean, K-Kurt and I are too young to go to bars."

"Kurt and you?" Mr. Anderson thundered, turning his wrath to the other boy. "So, Kurt, do you have one of these in your wallet too? You think you two are old enough to be hanging out in bars, Kurt? Did you make this Kurt?" Certainly was clear the man knew his name now. Kurt started to stutter a "No sir," in reply, but Blaine had already panicked.

"No Dad, it wasn't Kurt. It was just me. It was for a bar, but Kurt didn't... I- a friend made it for me."

"A friend?" Mr. Anderson asked skeptically.

Blaine sighed. "This guy Sebastian. He's new at Dalton and I met him when I dropped off the West Side Story tickets. I don't know where he gets them, but..."

"Sir." Kurt interrupted, summoning his courage. "This- this is my fault. Sebastian invited us to go to a bar and Blaine told him no, but- th-then I... I said we should go see what it was like. It was just that one time and we're never going back."

Blaine stiffly shook his head to shut Kurt up and Mr. Anderson looked between them, considering. "That true, son?"

Unable to come up with a better option, Blaine conceded. "...Yes sir."

"So, it was 'just once,' but you're still holding onto the fake ID for what, Blaine, a scrapbook?"

"N-no Dad, I just- I forgot it was there..."

"You forgot. There's no way you were just holding onto it for the next opportunity? So you could get into a concert or something?"

Blaine opened his mouth and then immediately closed it, deciding maybe it was better if he shut up right about now.

At least now we're starting to approach the truth of things, Mr. Anderson thought. He stepped in front of the island, taking a deep breath in an attempt to control his temper.

"Let's say, I take your word for it. So... 'just once' you two got into a bar illegally because you just had to see what it was like. Now I'm going to ask you a question and I expect the truth the first time now. You were drinking. You had to get home eventually. Were you driving drunk that night?"

"No!" Kurt and Blaine both blurted out, together.

"Dad, honest. K-Kurt didn't even drink at all. I- just... my friend Sebastian bought me a beer so..." Blaine immediately wondered why he'd broken his resolution to keep his mouth shut.

"Yeah, this guy Sebastian? He's not your friend." Mr. Anderson spat.

You have no idea, thought Kurt.

Blaine nodded, ashamedly looking down at his hands and muttering a "Yes sir." It was overwhelming to think of just. how. much. hot. water. he was in right now. He couldn't believe he'd been such an idiot and left that ID out where his dad might find it.

"...Uh, m-m-aybe I should go?" Kurt felt guilty about abandoning Blaine right now, but this was getting really awkward.

"No Kurt." Mr. Anderson said. He spoke slowly and carefully. "I think it's important that you know what the expectations are in this house. What you do is between you and your parents, but Blaine is well aware of what is and is not allowed around here. And one of the things that is not allowed is lying. Blaine lied when you two went to this bar and told his mother and me that you were going out somewhere else. Am I right, Blaine?"

Blaine shifted uncomfortably. "I said we were going to watch a movie at his house," he said quietly.

Mr. Anderson nodded sternly and turned back to Kurt. "Blaine lied to get into the bar with this." Mr. Anderson tossed the ID onto the island. "And now, he has lied several times today to try to cover up what he did. I don't know how your parents have raised you, Kurt, but Blaine knows full well what the consequences for lying are here."

Kurt stole a glance at Blaine, who, if it was possible, was looking even whiter than before.

Mr. Anderson took a step towards them and took hold of Blaine's arm firmly. "Seems to me you've more than earned a trip over my knee today, young man."