Wolf whistles followed them everywhere they went.
Blaine, used to the tolerance that Dalton provided, was perfectly comfortable walking hand in hand with his new boyfriend into class, all on eyes on them. Kurt on the other hand was still adjusting. Each time Blaine so much as pecked him on the cheek he flinched, feeling paranoid that a slushie facial was only seconds way.
On this particular Friday morning, Blaine was walking to breakfast with his arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulder. David and Wes followed, laughing at Kurt's obvious discomfort. They reached the doors of the cafeteria, when he stopped dead in his tracks, trying to squirm away from Blaine before they were seen in public together. Blaine simply chuckled, wanting Kurt to get used to feeling comfortable at Dalton and simply held onto him tighter, forcing him through the doors.
Kurt looked around expectantly, waiting for the slurs, but none came. He sped across the room, looking for seats. No one took much notice to them, and those that did simply smiled and went back to eating their pancakes. Blaine pulled out Kurt's chair for him, and took the seat beside him.
"Was that so bad?" he asked, smiling. Kurt shrugged, barely concealing his own grin.
"Not really..." The tiny soprano placed his hand onto the table, intertwining it with Blaine's. Wes clapped.
"Bravo, Mr. Hummel, we have progress!" This earned him a gracious smirk from Kurt, who then began to devour his own cereal as if he hadn't eaten in days. Blaine smiled at this, happy he was finally eating like a regular person.
"That must be my dad!" Kurt said as his phone rang, playing Michael Buble. He rummaged through his bag and picked it up, trying not to notice Blaine clearly listening into the conversation.
"Hey Dad!" He smiled as he heard his dad greet him back. "Yeah...Yeah I'll be there. No, white's not your colour...I'm telling you blue, Carole's right. See you then...Love you." He hung up, placing his phone back into his messenger bag. Blaine exchanged looks with Wes, and looked away from Kurt pointedly.
"What?" Kurt asked, curious.
"Could we talk about it later? In private maybe?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt a reassuring smile that it wasn't anything bad.
"Now sounds perfect!" Kurt got out of his chair, and waited for Blaine to do the same. He placed Blaine's large hand into his small one, and led him out of the crowded room.
"Where do we go?" Kurt asked, knowing Blaine wanted somewhere private.
"Our dorms only a minute away." Blaine pulled Kurt further and further away from the cafeteria, smiling at him the entire time.
'How is it that he smiles and me and I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster?" Kurt pondered, feeling his heart do back flips. He wondered if he had the same affect on Blaine, but was too shy to ask. He watched Blaine fumble with the keys to their room.
"Let me get that..." he muttered, bumping his hand into Blaine's, unlocking and pulling open the door. He stepped inside, and stared at Blaine inquiringly.
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked nervously, tapping his feet. Blaine laughed and sat on his bed.
"It's not too big of a deal, I just didn't think you would be comfortable talking about it in front of Wes..." Kurt stared at him, closing the door with his foot and becoming increasingly anxious.
"Blaine, spit it out, you're freaking me out."
"I just thought it was time I met your dad...You said you've told him all about me, and I want to take that next step. We've been dating for a month, Kurt." Blaine gave him a sheepish smile, hoping Kurt wouldn't think he was imposing on his family time.
"I-I haven't told him yet" Kurt muttered, embarrassed. He heard Blaine sigh and felt guilty.
"You said you did-"
"I know, and I meant to, I just never got around to it. It never seems like the right time, and I'm just not sure how he would react." This wasn't entirely true...though he was worried about what his father would think about his new boyfriend, he was even more worried about what Finn would say...
Why are you so worried? And if you were scared, you could have talked to me. I could have helped you." Blaine frowned.
"I don't know if he's ready" Kurt whined, childishly. Blaine smiled at his reluctance.
"Don't worry about him so much, he loves you. You know that he'd be happy you found someone...and it means a lot to me, getting to know your family." Blaine stood up from his bed, and walked towards Kurt. He placed both of his hands into Kurt's small one's, and moved in closer until their foreheads were touching. Blaine could smell his strawberry hairspray and chuckled. Kurt made sure his hair always smelled like hairspray.
"Please?"
"Alright, alright, fine. I'll call him now." Kurt sighed, giving in. That boy could persuade him to do anything...Blaine leaned in for a quick kiss, and left for the bathroom, giving Kurt some privacy to talk to his father. Apprehensively, but a bit more confident than he had felt a minute ago, Kurt picked up his cellphone and dialed his home number before he lost his nerve. Someone picked up after the first ring.
"Kurt!" He heard his dad exclaim from the other end.
"Hey dad," he said, trying to control his voice, which had started to shake. "About tonight..."
"You're not canceling on your old man are you?" Kurt smiled as he heard the disappointment in his fathers voice that he attempted to cover up.
"No of course not." Kurt took a deep breath. "I was just wondering if I could invite someone over...to meet you."
"Uhh, like a friend?" Burt asked, suspicious.
"Yeah. He's my boyfriend." Kurt said quickly. There was a long pause on the other end.
"Just got a boyfriend, and you're already inviting him over? You must like him Kurt." Burt chuckled. Kurt was relived. He didn't seem mad at all, or uncomfortable. He was lucky to have such a great father.
"This didn't exactly happen today...it's only been a month though." Kurt grimaced as he heard his dad sigh on the other end. There was an awkward silence. "Dad? You there?" Kurt whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I wasn't sure if you would be okay with it..." he confessed, feeling terrible about himself.
"Kurt, you are idiotic." Burt Hummel sounded extremely serious, but Kurt could tell he was only joking. "See you tonight kiddo."
"Thank's dad, I love you." Kurt smiled...he held the phone to his ear, not wanting to hang up.
"YES! Carole, call Finn!" he heard his dad scream.
"Dad...you forgot to hang up," Kurt laughed. Another long silence. His father was an awkward man.
"Oh" Burt said. "Well, see you tonight." His father hung up, and Kurt laughed, elated. His dad was happy for him...Maybe tonight wouldn't be so scary after all.
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"Calm down, Kurt." Blaine said in a calming tone as he switched seats with Kurt in the car. He wasn't originally driving, but as they drove nearer to Kurt's home he began to hyperventilate, causing Blaine to fear for his safety.
"What if they're not okay with it? What if Carole doesn't think you're good enough for me? What if Finn's uncomfortable?" Kurt panicked to himself, trying to breathe.
"You're cute when you're scared," Blaine chuckled, rubbing his thumb against Kurt's palm in soothing circles. "Do I take a right, then a left?" He asked, unsure of where he was going. Kurt nodded, looking even paler than usual. Blaine pulled over a minute later, in front of a house that was definitely not Kurt's.
"Blaine, I said number 21, not number 3." Kurt said, confused. Blaine looked at him from the drivers seat.
"I know, I wanted to calm you down before we got there," he smiled. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and ignored Kurt's protests. Blaine leaned over and gently pressed his lips against Kurt's tense one's, and again, and again. He continued kissing Kurt's lips, jaw, and cheeks until he heard the boy begin to breathe steadily, and relax.
"Better?" He asked, leaning back against his seat and starting the car up. Kurt laughed his shaky laugh and nodded, mouthing a 'thank you' to him. Blaine drove down the street searching for house number 21, and almost missed it. Thankfully, Kurt was there to remind him. He pulled neatly into the driveway, and waited for Kurt to step out of the car.
"You first." He said, looking fairly calmer after Blaine had kissed him, though still nervous. The older boy took the keys out of the old Toyota, and stepped outside onto the crackling gravel. Kurt still hadn't made a move. Sighing amusedly, he made his way to the other side of the car and held Kurt's door open for him.
"You're dad's waiting," he said, hoping to encourage Kurt to get up. The soprano took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. He pulled Blaine's hand into his own, feeling his pulse quicken.
"-Don't think I can do this, I-I-" Kurt wasn't sure what to say. Blaine raised his eyebrows.
"Did Kurt Hummel just stutter?" He laughed, squeezing Kurt's hand firmly in his own. At this pressure, Kurt began to walk towards his front door, seeing the curtains twitch from the living room. There was no turning back now, his dad knew he was here, and he must have seen Blaine as well.
"Squeeze my hand, Blaine, or I don't think I'll be able to move." Kurt whispered, looking worried. Blaine did happily, and took the last remaining steps towards the front door. Before he had to knock, it was swung open to reveal a smiling, yet tough looking man in a flannel shirt and baseball cap. Kurt instinctively pulled away from Blaine and ran up to hug his father.
"Kurt!" he laughed, patting his son on the back. His entire face lit up, seeing his boy there in front of him. He didn't even notice the other young man standing in the doorway. Carole came running to the door and smiled her angelic smile at her stepson, pulling him close to her.
"Oh I missed you Kurty." She sighed, rubbing his back. Kurt pulled away after a few seconds, smiling a little less than he would have liked. There was still Blaine to introduce after all, and the idea had frightened him for the past month. He stepped back next to Blaine, who was smiling at Kurt as he had embraced his parents. Blaine could tell Kurt had lost some of the courage he needed to get over his fear of introducing his new boyfriend, and decided to hold his hand, squeezing it. Kurt took a deep breath.
"Mom, Dad, this is Blaine." Kurt said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. He didn't know what he would do if Finn were here. Vomit, or cry, most likely. "He's my boyfriend." The few seconds that it took for Carole and Burt to reply felt like an eternity to Kurt, who stood there, unsure of whether they liked Blaine yet.
"Nice to meet you, Blaine." Burt said kindly, holding out his hand. Blaine shook it and smiled.
"Thank you for having me over, sir." He turned to Carole, "And you as well, Mrs. Hummel." She smiled at the polite boy.
"Call me Carole, dear." She shook his hand as well, and Kurt decided to break the ice.
"Dinner? Dinner! Okay..." He led them all into the dining room, still holding onto Blaine's hand for dear life.
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"So, what does your dad do?" Burt asked, trying to make conversation. He saw Kurt and Carole exchange a look. Was he doing something wrong?
"Mechanic, sir." Blaine replied. Kurt looked at him in surprise, he hadn't known.
"You don't say, so am I." Burt chuckled. This, unfortunately for Kurt, led to a lengthily conversation about wrenches and other things he didn't understand. Blaine and Burt were exchanging horror stories about cars that came in with vomit hidden under the seats, and other practical jokes.
"And he says, well you popped the tire!" Blaine chuckled, excited to speak with a fellow car lover. Burt laughed along genuinely.
"I never knew you liked cars." Kurt said, trying to get into the conversation. Blaine smiled.
"Yeah, my dad used to take me into work, ever since I was six, and eventually he let me start working there, part time." Burt gave him an appraising look.
"You should drop by the garage sometime...Oh and this one guy, he comes in with his mustang-" Burt continued, catching Blaine's attention again. Kurt exchanged a wide smile with Carole. His dad liked Blaine! They continued talking well into dessert, (which Kurt insisted on skipping), when there was a loud crash from the front hallway.
"Oh, that must be Finn!" Carole said, not noticing how pale her stepson had gotten in two short seconds. He gave his dad a piercing look.
"Finn?" he asked sharply. Burt laughed, knowing why Kurt was hesitant to see him.
"Is Kurt here?" he heard his older brother ask from the hallway. Carole murmured something in response, which Kurt didn't catch, the walls muffling their voices. Seconds later, the large, and always happy Finn strolled through the dining room doors. Kurt quickly let go of Blaine's hand and placed it on his lap, hoping Finn didn't notice.
"Hey little bro!" he said, smiling his crooked smile. He took a seat across from Blaine, barely noticing him, and leaned over to give Kurt a friendly punch in the arm. Blaine laughed at this, finally catching Finn's attention.
"Hi. Name's Finn." He said, holding out his hand which Blaine happily shook.
"I'm Blaine," he replied, "Kurt's boyfriend." Everyone turned to look at Kurt, who began to stare pointedly at his lap, blood boiling up to his face.
"Oh." Finn said, looking slightly uncomfortable for a few seconds, but allowing his face to split into a smile moments later. "When did this happen, you never told me!"
"Yeah, didn't tell anyone, did you Kurt?" Burt joked, smiling at his son. Kurt raised his head, and as everyone admired how red he had gotten, stood up and began to pick up everyone's clean plate.
"I think it is time we clean up." He said quietly, hoping against all hope that his blush would creep away. Carole got up as well, helping Kurt stack things into the washing machine.
"I haven't even eaten yet-" Finn started, pouting. Kurt flicked in him the head, annoyed with the boy. Blaine who had started to help Carole clean up did not stay long.
"Blaine, why don't you come sit in the living room with Finn and I?" Burt said, looking at the boy only a fraction less kindly. Always polite, the Dalton boy followed, leaving Kurt alone with his mom in the kitchen.
"What are they doing?" he hissed. He brings a boy over, and it's as if Finn tries to embarrass him.
"Don't worry, sweetie." She laughed. "I suppose they're just giving him the talk..." Kurt narrowed his eyes at her.
"The talk?"
"Nevermind." She giggled, clearly amused at her sons suspicious gaze towards the living room door.
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"Look, kid, I like you." Burt started, motioning to Blaine that he should sit down. He took a seat on the empty couch, across from Burt and Finn who were both in separate armchairs, hands folded in their laps.
"Yeah, just uhh-" Finn started, looking dazed. Burt interrupted, sensing this conversation was something Finn wasn't mentally prepared for.
"I know you like my son, I know my son likes you. What I don't know is how much you care about him. I know my boy, and he wouldn't hold hands with someone infront of me, or invite a guy over if it weren't serious. He get's shy, so I'm aware you mean a lot to him. Do you like him that much?" He asked simply, starting at Blaine, daring him to lie.
"Yeah, and I don't want you hurting him. He's small, and sensitive, and if you do, I'll hit you." Finn said, trying to act menacing, but still smiling at Blaine.
"Burt, Finn, I appreciate you sitting down with me, but rest assured I would never use Kurt, or intentionally hurt him. I care a lot about him, sir." Blaine said, surprisingly calm. Burt Hummel could be frightening at times, but he stood up very well.
"Make sure you take care of my boy." Burt said.
"Seriously though dude, you seem cool." Finn said, "We just want to make sure we're clear." Blaine gave them a knowing look.
"Oh I know, I've given my little sister's boyfriends this talk endlessly. I know if off by heart" he chuckled.
"Oh and no sex!" Finn added, staring widely at Blaine. For the first time that night, Blaine lost a bit of his composure and blushed. Before Burt could continue, Kurt walked into the room with Carole.
"Did I hear sex?" He shrieked glaring at Finn, who returned a sheepish grin.
"Nope. None of that." Blaine and Burt said in unison. Kurt, looking unconvinced, sat down next to Blaine, Carole on his right.
"Oh you wouldn't believe what Kurt did!" Blaine laughed, changing the subject a little too quickly, facing Burt and Finn. "Prime condition, leather seats, vintage Cadillac..." Kurt hid his face, groaning.
"I hate you Blaine, I hate you, I hate you!" he said, giggling despite himself as Blaine explained their night at Breadsticks.
"...And he vomits, all over the seats!" Burt and Finn let out a moan.
"Oh Kurt, why..." Finn said, head in his hands. The rest of the night flew by as they all exchanged similar funny stories, majority of which involved baby Kurt doing some questionable things.
"He was so small, and the bandages made him look like Mickey mouse! Size of his head they were!" Burt reminisced, remembering the time his four year old son had burnt his hands on the barbecue. Kurt stopped them before the embarrassment got out of hand.
"Dad, I love you, but please don't make me mention that time you threw a dinner..." Kurt said menacingly, knowing he had gotten his dad on that one. Blaine ruffled Kurt's hair.
"It's alright, I should probably be leaving anyway." He said, looking at his watch. It was 8pm. "Hour drive back home."
"I'll drive you!" Kurt said much too eagerly for Burt's liking. Blaine understood that he wanted to see his son at the moment, and kindly told Kurt that he would just call him later. Burt and Finn shook hands with Blaine yet again, muttering something into his ear before pulling away, and Carole gave him a hug. Kurt raised his eyebrows at the scene. It was so...movie-esque.
"Nice to meet you all." He called as he left the room with Kurt. He took a left in the hallway, remembering where the front door was. Kurt followed, guessing that his Dad had whispered to Blaine something cheesy like: "Don't hurt my son!"
That sounded like Burt to him, he thought, staring at Blaine as he bent down to put on his shoes.
"Kurt, I think you should stay here, your dad really missed you-" He started, before Kurt interrupted.
"I know, I'm just walking you out." He caught Blaine's eye and mouthed "they can hear us!" to him. Blaine grinned, and got up, not bothering to button up his coat. He held the door open for Kurt, making him smile, and stepped outside into the crisp November night. Blaine reached for both of Kurt's hands, and wrapped them in his.
"Your family's wonderful. Was that as hard as you made it out to be?" He asked, moving closer to the boy. Kurt stuttered, unable to say anything.
'His breath smells like peppermint,' was all that went through his mind. Blaine touched noses with Kurt, and laughed at the boys flustered reaction.
"Don't worry about that talk by the way, they were just making sure I'm good enough for you." Blaine smiled, leaning his face closer as Kurt grimaced, muttering something about overprotectiveness.
"Call me later alright?" Kurt said, not wanting to say goodbye to Blaine. He wrapped one of his arms around the taller boys waist, and stood on his tiptoes to tangle his free hand in Blaine's curly hair.
"Of course..." Blaine murmured, lips brushing Kurt's, teasing him. Finally, he pressed his lips against Kurt's, slipping his tongue into his boyfriends open mouth. They pulled each other closer and tighter. It wasn't long before Kurt was lifted off of his feet. They broke apart, panting and smiling at each other.
"What's up?" Kurt asked when Blaine's smile turned into an embarrassed laugh. Blaine leaned in to whisper into Kurt's ear.
"Your dad and Finn are watching us from the living room window, trying to be sneaky about it." He chuckled. Kurt flushed, now afraid to go back into the house. Blaine squeezed his hand, kissed him goodbye on the cheek, and walked away towards his car. Kurt waved goodbye to him until he rode out of the driveway, and out of sight.
A/N: Expect another chapter tomorrow, midday. I have most of it written, but it doesn't feel right to me, so you'll just have to wait, won't you? Muahaha!
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