A/N: This one is long guys! I hope you're happy!

The Dinner

They talked for a while after that, discussing nothing and everything, and Kurt showed Blaine on his laptop what songs he put on the CD.

Blaine realized soon after Kurt left he didn't have anything to wear for dinner.

And he didn't know how to act around people.

Especially parents.

Parents…he couldn't handle parents. They all reminded him too much of his own. His mother…

Blaine couldn't think about it. Besides, they were different. They were the Hummels, and they seemed nice enough. Especially Kurt. Kurt was really nice. Blaine liked him, and he seemed to enjoy Blaine's company for some reason, so Blaine just had to go to the dinner. Kurt seemed to be important enough for that.

He ran upstairs to browse around his closet, barely noticing his hands were slightly shaking. He found a button up shirt that was slightly nice looking. He found some nice pants too, since he couldn't wear his ratty old jeans to a dinner.

Blaine's hands were now shivering so bad he nearly dropped the clothes. What was he supposed to say when he gets there! Should he bring flowers? Wine? Blaine doesn't have either of those. Could he even afford good wine?

He couldn't do this. Who was he kidding?

Blaine sat down on his bed, his heart beating too fast and his breath was starting to pick up. He couldn't do this; he was too much of a fuck up. How could he possibly go into that house, knowing he would just make a fool of himself? He hasn't had a real friend or conversation with someone since he was thirteen!

Except for Kurt. He had a real conversation with Kurt last night, and today. Kurt called him a friend, and it made Blaine want to give him a real smile. Even when Kurt brought up the death of Blaine's parents, his eyes weren't pity filled like most people when they first find out, they were just… Blaine didn't even know how to describe his eyes.

He made Blaine's stomach feel empty, but in a good way, somehow.

Blaine's breathing slowed, and his heart returned to a normal pace. Thinking of Kurt seemed to calm him down. Even his hands had stopped shaking.

The feeling was new and weird, but Kurt made Blaine feel…light.

It was a nice feeling.

Palms sweaty, face nervous, shirt buttoned and tucked, hair slightly less curly, flowers in hand. Yep, Blaine was going to pass out and he hasn't even knocked on the door yet.

When he did, Mrs. Hummel was the one who answered.

"Blaine! You're just in time for dinner. Come on in, dear. And I'll take those, thank you so much." Blaine stepped in the house hesitantly, worried he might mess up the floor from his shoes, or maybe he would crash into something. Who knows? He could mess up anything in five seconds.

His hands were shaking again.

"Blaine, hi," Kurt came down to greet him. Blaine smiled slightly, trying to show how grateful he was for being invited. Kurt grabbed his hand and led him up the steps. Blaine wished his hands weren't so damp. "Come on, dinner's almost ready."

"Okay," he spoke so quietly he had trouble hearing himself.

"You remember Finn, right?" There was a giant in the Hummel's dining room. Blaine did remember Finn; he just didn't remember how tall he was.

He put out his hand. He could do this.

Finn took his hand hesitantly, as if worried Blaine would attack him. Or beat him with a hammer. Which was just silly; why would Blaine beat Finn with a hammer? Who does that?

"How are you, dude?" Finn asked, taking back his hand.

"I'm Okay, thank you."

Finn's eyes narrowed. Of course they narrowed.

Blaine nodded because he really didn't know what else to do. Finn made him nervous.

Luckily, Mrs. Hummel announced dinner was ready, so the exchange didn't last long.

"So Blaine, where do you go to school?" Mr. Hummel asked. Blaine looked up, shocked at being addressed directly right when they started eating.

"Grand Rapids University."

Mr. Hummel nodded, "And where's that?"

"About twenty minutes from here. It was the closest I could get."

"Why so close to home?" Mrs. Hummel asked.

"I-um, I need time to fix up the house. I've been trying to fix up the rooms and stuff. So I can sell it." Blaine was starting to ramble. Why did he have to ramble?

"Is that why you moved back in to the psycho house?" Finn asked, pretty loudly, in Blaine's opinion. Blaine turned his head to look at Finn and nod slowly.

"That was rude," Kurt stated.

Finn shrugged. "It's not like we weren't all thinking it."

"Maybe. But not in so many words, Finn-"

"It's the house I grew up in." Blaine interrupted Burt, which was rude, but he had to say something to make Finn understand. "I've lived there my whole life."

Blaine thought he did a pretty good job explaining, but Finn only looked angry. "Dude, it's also the house your parents were murdered in. I would leave ASAP, if I were you."

"But you're not."

"Same difference."

Blaine felt white-hot anger growing inside him. He didn't know why Finn's words, out of anyone's, were getting to him. "You don't understand." He tried to keep his voice calm. "It's all I have."

"But that psycho house-"

"Is that what people are calling it now?" Blaine's voice was getting more and more irate. "Because I've heard a lot worse."

"I'm sure you have, because everyone knows how creepy you are."

"Finn-"

"Because your parents were awful, weren't they? I bet you loved it when they were killed, didn't you?" Everyone's eyes widened. Blaine's in fear, everyone else's in anger. Finn even looked a little sorry. Blaine wasn't so mad anymore. He just wanted to leave.

"Thanks for the meal," he said as he got up, his voice so small. He didn't even put his dish in the sink before he left. How rude of him.

"Blaine, wait!" Kurt ran after him, leaving his parents to deal with Finn.

"Where the hell did you hear all this stuff, boy?" Burt growled.

"School," Finn said, his glare dying down. "If you heard half the stuff I heard, you wouldn't be letting him step anywhere near this house."

"Yes, I would. Because they're rumors, Finn, stop being so naïve! You can't believe all the things you hear from your friends! This is exactly what I told you not to do!"

"Well I'm sorry!"

Kurt didn't hear anymore because he slammed the front door behind him. "Blaine, wait!"

Blaine turned to face him, "It's okay, Kurt. I get that more than you think. It doesn't matter, I'll see you later."

Kurt didn't have time to catch up; Blaine was gone before he could count to four.

Finn took his hand hesitantly, as if worried Blaine would attack him. Or beat him with a hammer. Which was just silly; why would Blaine beat Finn with a hammer? Who does that?

I'm Sorry, i'm really proud of that line.

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