There was an uncomfortable quiet as Kurt sat there, alone with Mr. Anderson, not knowing what to say or do. Blaine's dad finally stood and went back to the island to get that apple. He turned back to Kurt thoughtfully as he took a bite. So much for bonding with his son's boyfriend. He sighed. "I suppose you think I'm a monster now, huh?"
Kurt really didn't know what to say to that, and shrugged noncommittally.
Mr. Anderson took a careful step back towards Kurt and then sat down at the chair by him. "Look." he said, earnestly. "I know my kid. He's a good kid. From what I can tell, you're a good kid." Kurt blinked at this, feeling oddly pleased. "Kids need boundaries. Blaine behaves well because I've always set limits for him. I didn't tolerate lying from Blaine when he was six years old and I'm not going to start now. And look, I know that you two are just... curious about some things- I do actually remember what it was like to be your age. But fake IDs are illegal and there are good reasons that minors aren't allowed in bars. It's incredibly dangerous." Mr. Anderson shuddered to think of all the ways this little experiment of theirs could have gone south. "This was absolutely unacceptable. Blaine knew he had a good spanking coming for it, but now it's over. He's going to lose his phone and privileges for the weekend, sleep on his stomach tonight, and remember to mind in the future. And if you want to continue... seeing... my son, there's going to be no more sneaking out to places you know damn well neither of your parents would approve of."
Kurt bit his lip. "Yes sir."
"Good then. Because you... uh, seem to... make him happy." Mr. Anderson suddenly looked away, biting into his apple. Kurt's mouth dropped at this sudden- compliment?- and didn't know how to respond for a second. He felt his face get warm and muttered a thank you, fingering the pages of his textbook as he did.
Blaine's footsteps approached slowly, and Kurt tried not to stare as he wordlessly put his phone on the table in front of his dad. His dad took it into his hand and addressed his son.
"This is mine till Monday. You two can study together tonight but you're grounded this weekend. No visitors, no going out."
Blaine swallowed and nodded to the floor. It was expected.
Mr. Anderson stood and gently lifted his son's chin to make him look at him. "Hey. You can hate me. But I care about you, okay?" Blaine looked at him sheepishly and nodded. He leaned in a bit towards his dad, who put his hand gently on his back for a second. He didn't really hate his Dad. He just hated being punished. Blaine closed his eyes at the familiar touch of his dad's hand rubbing against his back. Too soon they both stopped short and pulled away, awkward. But the brief moment of relief -of affection- between them was not lost on Kurt. It was something he had not been sure those two were capable of.
Mr. Anderson picked up the ID from the island and then stopped. He turned to Kurt. "You got your wallet on you?" he asked, pointedly. Kurt, cowed, reached into his pocket and pulled it out, then handed over that stupid Hawaii driver's license. Mr. Anderson examined it, barely containing his amusement. "Someone let you into a bar with this? It doesn't even look like you."
Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances but said nothing. Mr. Anderson grabbed some scissors from the junk drawer and cut both cards up, tossing the remnants into the trash. "I've got a conference call at 4:30." he said, glancing at his watch. "I'll be in the den, but keep it down. And clean up after yourselves or your mother'll throw a fit about it." And with that, he headed out of the kitchen.