A/N: So, um, some things have changed since I last wrote for this in May 2012, like I am not so much invested or interested or in love with Tina anymore, and sadly many of the other characters or Glee over all neither. But somehow my love for Klaine still burns quite bright.

I am sorry about the two year and seven month wait? Yeah, nah, that just sounds ridiculous now, doesn't it.

Chapter 2

Kurt swallows once, twice, before he brings out, "How can I help you?"

To Kurt's surprise the man sounds as nervous as he looks as soon as he starts speaking, "Yes, um, I'm ..., I'm looking for a Kurt Hummel? He, I ..., my son is his boyfriend. Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

There is not much time to think, but there are still a dozen thoughts rushing through Kurt's mind – some of them not all that pleasant – before he can bring himself to answer, "I'm Kurt."

The man, Blaine's father, lifts his left hand and lowering his gaze nervously reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, "Right, sorry. I should have known. It's just, Blaine hasn't pictures arou..., Blaine is very protective of you. I ... um, ... I could have known, I'm sorry."

Kurt barely brings himself to bite back the smile at watching the well-loved gestures performed by the man he has never seen before, yet cannot help but feel familiar with. "Mr. Anderson?"

The man looks up surprised at the soft tone his name is spoken in, he clearly had not come here expecting that.

Not with how sure he is Blaine must have spoken to Kurt about him. "Yes?"

"Why are you here?"

"I ... ."

They are interrupted by a car pulling into the driveway. And are left watching on in a nowhere near natural feeling silence as Burt and Carole get out of said vehicle, going for the backseat, retrieving each two bags of shopping before making their way up the rest of the pathway towards them.

Carole offers the man a quick "Hello," and bends over to place a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek, "Good morning, Sweetheart."

Burt nods towards the man in front of Kurt as he passes, grunting to his son, "Salesman?"

"Blaine's dad, actually."

Lucky for Burt, and the white rug and two glasses of tomato sauce in one of the bags Carole is quick on her feet and already on her way out to the car again to get some more of the shopping, when Burt trips over his own feet, and only thanks to Carole does not spill all of the two bags contents onto the floor. "I'm sorry ... WHAT?" Burt almost booms one bag propped up in his arms again, the other in Carole's now.

The man holds out a hand to Burt then, "Charles Anderson", glancing around somewhat shyly, just as Blaine does when he is incredibly nervous while doing something he feels he needs to do but is so, so unsure about - Kurt cannot help but notice.

Burt shakes the offered hand, throwing Kurt a worried look, and finding his son standing there shrugging his shoulders. "Do you, um, want to come in?" Burt asks hesitantly.

"If it is no trouble?" Charles Anderson asks, already rubbing the back of his neck again.

"No, no trouble," Kurt chimes in again. "I was just about to make myself something hot to drink to take to the garden. Do you like tea?" He knows he should maybe not feel this optimistic, not be this friendly, when really he has no real idea yet what this is all about. But he cannot help feel a warmth towards the man he sees so much of Blaine in at first glance.

"That would be wonderful," Mr. Anderson answers.

Is is quiet in the house for a while then. Nothing to be heard but the sound of the electric kettle bringing the water to a boil, and Carole and Burt opening and closing cupboards, stowing all their shopping away.

Kurt does not miss Burt glancing, repeatedly, over at where he and Mr. Anderson are standing, their tea brewing. And he can still feel Burt's gaze settled on them as they walk out into the garden, settle with their mugs on the minimalistic wooden bench by the small herb garden, smelling of spring more than any other place around yet.