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Chapter 2: The Dinner Party

Blaine looked at the mass of clothes hanging in his wardrobe and sighed with exasperation. Why was it always so hard to choose what he was going to wear? It isn't like he's not into clothes, he is, that was why about three quarters of his clothes were designer. Well, maybe it was more Kurt's influence. How did Kurt do it? With one glance, he could pull together a perfect outfit, for any occasion, no matter if it was Blaine's wardrobe or his own. Blaine however was getting a serious headache from trying. He could do casual, but he tended to overdress when it came to more formal occasions. He sighed once more and glanced longingly over to his phone.

No, he could do this on his own. He pulled out and threw a t-shirt onto the phone to make sure there was no temptation. Taking another look at the contents of his wardrobe he spied a possible solution. Maybe if he wore the black shirt and dress pants and left the jacket. It was warm enough outside to go without it. Now where were those black dress pants? Blaine started taking clothes out of his wardrobe and chucking them behind him onto the bed. After about 10 minutes of searching he had to give up. They had disappeared.

This is hopeless, he thought, and threw himself onto his bed on top of the pile of clothes that had accumulated there in his frantic search. He was on the brink of screaming with frustration, when the phone started ringing. Shocked, Blaine jumped of the bed, tripped over his bass amp and smashed into the hard wood floor with a loud crash.

"Blaine, is everything okay up there?" his mum called out.

"Everything's fine." he replied, gritting his teeth against the pain and limping over to the phone. He grabbed it and answered, just before the answering machine could start.

"Yes?"

"Hey Blaine," Kurt replied sounding chirpy. "I was just wondering if you still have my red shirt which you borrowed last week? Oh, and also I need to get an itinerary for the trip, I want to check the weather forecast. That way I'll know exactly what to pack. We are going to Sydney aren't we? I really have to see the Harbour Bridge and, oh, of course the Opera House…. Blaine? ...Blaine!"

Blaine, who had been examining his injured leg and judging how bad the bruise would be, jumped.

"What? Sorry I didn't catch that last bit," he hurriedly said.

"Obviously! What's going on?" Kurt sighed.

"Well I kind tripped over my bass amp on the way to the phone, and I now have a massive bruise on my leg. Not to mention the small wardrobe disaster I am having." Blaine replied snappishly.

Kurt's tone softened immediately. He knew exactly how frustrated Blaine could get with his wardrobe. Not that he really understood it.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" he asked timidly.

Blaine sighed. Now he had upset Kurt on top of everything else.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't mean to snap," he apologised. "I think I'm a little bit stressed at the moment, that's all."

"Well, I definitely know how to relieve some of your stress." Kurt said, shaking off the apology. "Tonight you can wear your grey V-neck t-shirt, with your blue jeans. And your black coat would work perfectly with the rest of the outfit."

"Um Kurt, do you have my whole wardrobe memorised?" Blaine asked suspiciously.

There was a long pause on the other side of the line, before Kurt decided to reply.

"Not all of it," he mumbled. "Only some."

"Have I mentioned how amazing you are?" Blaine remarked adoringly.

"Maybe, but if you ask me, you haven't mentioned it enough." Kurt replied, regaining some of his lost divaness.

Blaine just laughed and walked over to the mountain of clothes on his bed, picking out the outfit Kurt had chosen for him.

"Are you sure the outfit's not too casual?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"Are you questioning my fashion sense Blaine Anderson?"

"Of course not," Blaine said quickly, trying to get out of the dangerous water he was treading in.

"That's better. For a moment there I thought I might have to shoot you." Slightly subdued, Kurt decided he would let Blaine of the hook. "You're coming over around 6:30, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, my parent's are getting ready as we speak. Are you sure we shouldn't bring anything?"

"Blaine," Kurt sighed. "The answer won't change no matter how many times you ask. All you need to bring are yourselves. Understood?"

"Fine. I'll see you soon." Blaine replied easily and hung up the phone, before Kurt could make him promise not to bring anything. He had been taught to always bring something when invited to someone else's house. If Kurt didn't want him to, then he would simply bring something anyway. He already had a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine all wrapped up sitting in the foyer. Longingly Blaine looked at the bottom draw of his desk, but no, Kurt had said yes to the trip, meaning it wasn't time yet. With one last look back, and a small sigh, he made his way to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Kurt heard the doorbell ring and swore. Damn Blaine and his punctuality. He quickly checked his hair in his mirror, before rushing out of his room and down the stairs to meet his boyfriend's family.

Burt had already answered the door when Kurt got to the foyer. He was talking to Blaine's parents, and inviting them into the dinning room. Kurt, however, only spared them a glance; instead he stared at Blaine, who looked absolutely stunning in the outfit Kurt had picked out for him barely an hour ago. The t-shirt fitted him like a glove, stretching over is lean yet muscled chest. Kurt realised that he was staring and blushed. No matter how long he and Blaine would be together, Kurt would never be able to get used to Blaine's perfection.

"Hey," Blaine said, after a pause. His face showed how shocked he was at the sight of his perfectly styled boyfriend. Kurt grinned inwardly; he had spent hours finding the right outfit for tonight and was extremely happy with his boyfriend's reaction. He knew that his tight black jeans showed off his legs perfectly and the light blue shirt he wore tucked into his jeans was not only tight, but also perfectly tailored, showing off his upper body in the best way possible.

"Hey" Kurt replied and slowly walked up to the person who had completely enchanted him since the day they'd met. He quickly glanced at the adults in the dinning room, and after seeing that none were paying any attention to them; he lent forward and greeted his boyfriend with a kiss.

Kurt loved the feel of Blaine's soft lips against his, a spark ignited in his chest and before he could stop himself he lent into his boyfriend's body and wound his arms tightly around his neck, gripping his soft curly hair and completely forgetting the group of adults in the next room.

Lucky for him Finn walked into the foyer before they could notice, and the awkward chocking sound that he made was enough for Kurt to come back to reality. Breaking away from Blaine he quickly looked over his shoulder at his half brother. Finn's face was beetroot red and his eyes were wide with surprise.

"Kurt… um," He stammered embarrassed. "I'm not against gay kissing or anything dude, but if dad had caught you guys just then he would have flipped!"

"Sorry, I guess I just got a bit carried away." Kurt stated, embarrassed at his lack of self-control. Finn just shrugged. "Just be more careful next time. Oh and hey Blaine, cool to see you again." And with that he walked back into the kitchen, probably on his way to grab some snacks, despite dinner being so soon.

"Sorry about that," Kurt told Blaine as he turned back around. "Don't know what came over me."

"Don't apologise," Blaine replied with a smug look on his face. "Glad to know I can have that affect on you."

Kurt just shook his head. Blaine was the strangest person he knew. One second he would be jumping around all excited like a little kid, or acting shy and nervous, and the next he would drop small innuendos, or behave like a almost mature teenage guy. But then again, wasn't that what he loved about him? Though he could be serious and polite, he had also never lost the little kid in him.

"What's going on in your head?" Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt looked up startled, as he realised that his contemplation had taken longer than he thought.

"Oh nothing," he replied trying to sound casual, while his cheeks blushed slightly.

"We'd better go to the others, they'll be wondering where we got to." Kurt said, turning around and striding off into the dinning room before Blaine could inquire further.

"Oh Carole, this is just amazing! How did you have time to do all this?" Alexis Anderson remarked, astounded.

"It wasn't that hard," Carole replied, slightly flustered, a blush creeping across her cheeks. " And Kurt is a great help of course. He did most of the decorating actually. I don't know what I'd do without him." Carole smiled at Kurt warmly as she said the last bit.

Kurt smiled back in return. He loved his new stepmum, and even though she would she would never replace his real mum, Carole was definitely a welcome member of their little family.

The dinner conversation moved on easily, always light and filled with laughter. There were no awkward pauses or any disagreements at all. Everyone at the table was just having fun, and the joy filled the room like a soft warm glow.

Only when the dessert was brought up did the topics move into more dangerous waters.

"So what are you planning to do during vacation?" Burt asked, glaring disdainfully down at the healthy fruit kebabs sitting in front of him. Kurt and Blaine shared a knowing glance, and after a quick nod from Kurt, Blaine replied.

"Actually Burt, we wanted to talk to you about that."

Burt grunted in surprise and glanced up from his unwelcome dessert.

"You see… well," Oh god, not again Blaine thought nervously. It had been hard enough with Kurt. Why did he always do this to himself?

"What my son is trying to say, is that we would like to invite Kurt along on our trip to Australia this year." Blaine shot an astounded look at his father. What was that? His dad barely even registered the fact that Blaine was there most of the time; he had never done anything like that before! Not since…

Burt's reaction brought Blaine quickly back to reality, interrupting his train of thought.

"Au…Au…Australia?" Burt choked out.

"Dad, it's okay," Kurt started but was interrupted quickly by his aggravated father.

"No it's not Kurt! Did you really think I'd let you fly to the other side of the world, to a country that has poisonous snakes and spiders? Not to mention the sharks, crocodiles, and alligators. And don't even get me started on the strong sun! You get so easily burnt if you spend even a few hours in the sun here, imagine what would happen over there!"

Kurt sat silently through his dad's rant, a stony cold look on his face. When Burt had finished he simply raised an eyebrow, got up from the table, and headed into the lounge room, gesturing for Burt to follow him.

Kurt's expression didn't change until his overprotective father had come in to the room behind him and shut the door, cutting them off from the rest of the people still sitting at the table completely and utterly dumbfounded by Burt's sudden outbreak.

"Dad!" Kurt's voice, raw with emotion, broke at the end. How could his father embarrass him in front of everyone like that? Never had he been so humiliated in life, and considering what he had gone through everyday at McKinley, that was saying something!

"What Kurt?" Burt's voice was full of authority. He wasn't going to give into one of Kurt's tantrums. Not on this.

"Why did you have to do that? If you didn't want me to go, you could have just told me. You didn't have to point out to everyone how incredibly helpless I am! Which I'm not by the way!" Kurt's voice started to grow louder as the shame and embarrassment he was feeling slowly morphed into anger at the man who had caused it. "And if you'd bothered to let me finish instead of interrupting me, I could have told you that: not only are we staying in big cities most of the time, so there is no danger of crocodile or alligator attacks, but we are also going over there in winter, which mean the snakes will be hiding. And don't get me started on the sun! I think I can look after myself, especially since there's this new thing now called SUNSCREEN!" Kurt yelled the last word, letting all his anger out in one blast.

Kurt stood there, breathing hard as the anger washed over him. Each breath was loud in the sudden silence after his outbreak and his eyes sparkled with fury.

"I'm sorry," Burt's voice was filled with resolution. "But you aren't going." Before Kurt could voice a reply he turned around and walked back into the Dinning Room, successfully ending the conversation.

Kurt simply glared at his father's retreating back. He would not forgive him for this, not for a very long time.

The rest of the dinner was held in an awkward silence. Kurt had returned a little while after Burt, his face a cold stone mask. The constant glares he shot towards his father didn't help to relieve the tense atmosphere, and soon the Anderson's were excusing themselves to go home. Blaine gave Kurt an encouraging smile and squeezed his hand, before heading out the door.

The sound of the door falling shut made Kurt flinch.

"Kurt dear, why don't you head up to your room? Finn can help me clean up," Carole said kindly, glaring at Finn before he could protest. Kurt didn't even notice the exchange between mother and son. He simply started towards his room, exhausted from the night's events. Walking into the basement, he didn't even have the energy to slam the door before stumbling down the stairs and collapsing on his bed, sobs racking his whole body.