Later that night, Blaine was sitting in the Hummel-Hudson living room watching football with Burt, Finn, and Kurt (whose eyes were on not the TV, but his boyfriend). They had invited him over for dinner, and he had kindly accepted. He admired how close this family was. When there were family dinners at his house, it was awkward to say the least. His father never accepted him for who he was, and after many failed attempts to – quite literally - "straighten him out," he had just stopped talking to him. His mother, on the other hand, was just kind of neutral. She didn't ignore him, but his father always glared at her if she dared asking Blaine if he had met any boys at school. Their few mother/son moments took place while his dad was at work, and she was the one to convince his father to let him transfer to McKinley.
He was happy that Kurt was lucky, though. Burt and Carole (and Finn) accepted him. Burt should probably be nominated for Father of the Year or some kind of award.
"Come on!" Burt yelled at the television just then. "He was open!"
Next to him, Kurt rose from the sofa. "I'm gonna go see how dinner's going." He stumbled over Finn's feet and walked into the kitchen, where Carole was cooking spaghetti over the stove.
Kurt's stepmother turned around. "Hey, honey. How's the game going?"
"To be honest, I have no idea," he replied, and Carole laughed. "Need help with dinner?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind." When Kurt shook his head, she continued, "Can you find the marinara sauce? I think it's in the pantry somewhere."
Kurt easily found the jar and set it on the counter. Behind Carole, Kurt saw Blaine, eyes glued to the television. He was so beautiful, Kurt could hardly stand it. Suddenly, Blaine turned his head and caught him staring. Kurt, however, wasn't quick to look away.
Carole must have seen the little exchange between the two boys, because her eyes moved from the living room to Kurt. She gave Kurt a smile, opening the jar of sauce.
"How are things with you two? Is everything good?" She asked.
"Everything's great," Kurt replied. Then, realizing great was a huge understatement, he said, "Perfect, actually."
"Perfect, huh? That's really nice to hear, Kurt. You two seem...right. And he's a good kid."
Kurt smiled. He loved that his parents loved Blaine.
"I just wanted to make sure he wasn't...forcing you into anything..."
"No! Not at all. Don't worry."
Kurt was itching to tell Carole about Blaine's transfer. They wanted to keep it a surprise until dinner, but it was almost dinner, right? The pasta was pretty much done, and...
His voice dropped to a whisper. "Carole, if I tell you something, can you keep it a secret until dinner?"
With a confused look on her face, his stepmother responded. "Of course, honey. What is it?"
"BlainetransferredtoMcKinley!" Kurt blurted out so fast Carole almost didn't catch it. But it sunk in after a moment, and she realized what he had just said and grinned.
"He did?"
Kurt nodded. "Uh-huh. He already joined Glee club too. This year is going to be great." When she asked questions,Kurt filled her in on everything.
When he was finished, Carole asked, "So you two are really serious?"
Kurt smiled reassuringly. He knew what she was asking. She was asking, What if something happens between you and Blaine?
"Mom – I-I mean Carole-" Embarrassed, Kurt blushed at the slip. He considered Carole his mother, but, worried that it would make her uncomfortable, had never called her it before.
"Call me Mom." she said with a warm smile on her face.
"Mom..." Kurt beamed as he tried to find the right words. "I love him. More than anything. And he loves me. I honestly can't think of anyone more perfect than him. We've talked about the future, we know what we're going to do after graduation. And when I'm with him, it just feels...perfect. Like it was meant to be." He finished talking and waited for Carole's response. Did she think he was naïve? What if she thought he was just another one of those teenagers who were "blinded by love" or whatever they called it?
She set the bowl of pasta on the large wood table. "Well..."
Oh god, that's probably it. And he sounded so corny-
She grabbed a stack of plates. "It sounds real to me." Carole winked at Kurt before calling out to the living room, telling the group that dinner was ready.
The next day at school, things ran a little more smoothly. While Azimio, Karofsky, and a few of the other football players threw hateful looks at them, they didn't say anything out loud.
Burt had been happy when they had told him about Blaine's transfer at dinner, although he did throw in a few subtle hints basically telling Blaine, "Break my son's heart and I'll break your leg," which Blaine understood. He told Kurt's father that he would never do anything to hurt him, and it seemed to be enough for Burt.
Now, in the hallway, Blaine was standing at Kurt's locker with two cups of coffee in his hands, waiting for him to come from Trigonometry. When his boyfriend approached his locker, he held out one of the cups. "One grande non fat mocha for my amazing boyfriend." He kissed Kurt on the cheek.
The brunette smiled and took the cup. "Thanks," he said with a smile.
Blaine heard a voice behind him.
"Well hey there, Porcelain. Triangles."
He turned around to face Sue Sylvester. "Triangles?" Kurt had told him about Sue. He had said that while she would call him nicknames, she did that to everyone and she was actually kind of nice to him when he was being bullied by Karofsky.
"That's right. Your eyebrows are probably like the Bermuda Triangle. I bet there's tiny little trolls lost in there, unable to escape because of all that hair. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I'm sorry, Sue, but do you want?" Kurt said.
"Nothing, I had just heard that Triangles here had decided to transfer over to McKinley." Turning back to Blaine, she added, "So I thought I would let you know that I have a list of the songs that you've sang back at Dalton that would just be a disgrace to sing here." She pulled a piece of paper from her track suit jacket's pocket. "One: Bills, Bills, Bills. Now, I don't know who's idea that was, but whoever it was should probably be locked up in some kind of institution in the middle of no where for having the worst taste in music I've ever seen. And that's saying something coming from this school. Number two-"
"Goodbye, Sue." Kurt pulled Blaine's arm and walked in the opposite direction. At the end of the hallway, Kurt said, "Now you've officially met Sue Sylvester."
Blaine had a smirk on his face. "I know she was being insulting, but for some reason I find it hilarious."
"Well, by the end of the week, she'll probably have you cracking up." Kurt laughed.
Suddenly, Blaine was hit with a blast of ice, and it took the breath out of him.
"Welcome to McKinley, lady."
He stood still, frozen, in the middle of the hallway and wondered what the hell just happened. Then he tasted grape on his lips and looked down at his red polo shirt, which was now a dark shade of purple. He felt the sweet liquid drip down his face.
"Oh, god," Kurt said, next to him. "Come on." He pushed him towards the nearest bathroom. The one or two boys who had been in there cleared out when they walked in.
Kurt started running warm water. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Definitely...awake."
His boyfriend sighed. "Come here." He put a finger in the water to check the temperature. "There really is no sanitary way to do this. Just put your head under the faucet."
Blaine hesitantly did so, wiping his stinging eyes. Kurt ran his hands through his hair, letting clumps of purple ice fall down the drain.
"Well, today was...eventful," Kurt said. "Your first run-in with Sue and your first slushie all in about five minutes. Impressive."
Blaine chuckled under the running water. "Might as well get it all over with at once, huh?"
After at least ten minutes, most of the slushie had come out of Blaine's hair, and they were left with a ruined outfit and a stained sink. Kurt took a look at Blaine and couldn't help but giggle. His hair gel had washed out, leaving him with curls falling in every which direction around his face. It was what Kurt imagined Blaine had looked like when he was a child.
Blaine took one look in the mirror and turned red. "Oh my god..."
"I'm surprised you don't keep an extra bottle of gel in your bag or something." Kurt smiled at him. "Although if you ask me, you should skip the gel more often." He pulled a brown paper towel from the dispenser and started dabbing Blaine's face with it. "It's...cute."
Blaine replied with a small, shy grin. "I love you." He pulled Kurt into a soft, loving kiss; the brunette responded by deepening it. Blaine's arms wound around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer. Kurt's hands went to his boyfriend's face as he opened his mouth and let Blaine's tongue find his.
It was a few short minutes later when the bell rang and they finally pulled apart, both of them gasping for air but eager to close the small amount of space between them.
"I love you, too," Kurt panted, his lips brushing against Blaine's. Fuck breathing, Blaine thought as his lips collided with Kurt's again.
It wasn't until much later, when the bell rang once more to signal the end of class, that they left the bathroom.
"You know, we should really skip class more often," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear as they stepped into the noisy hallway.