AN: Surprise! I got it finished way earlier than expected! This is the longest chapter so far, but I really hope I did this one justice. Oh! Before I forget, go on my profile and take my poll for 'Maybe It's You'! It's about which characters I should start developing more in the story, other than Kurt and Blaine, of course. And if anyone would like to design the cover photo for this fic, that would be extremely appreciated! :) But right now it's 4 am, I best go to sleep. Until next time~

Chapter Five: Dinner

Blaine's Perspective

The mall extravaganza was a success. Not only did I get new fashionably approved clothes (and awesome sunglasses,) but Kurt and I got to know each other a bit more. Just the reminder of that almost made me forget I was going to meet his family. Once I did recognize why I was following Kurt's Navigator and pulling up into his driveway, I realized I was slightly shaking. Here I was, about to meet my crush's family, eat dinner with them, and there was a chance of them not liking me. I put my car in park and stared at my dashboard for a moment, unsure of what to do. I apparently sat there for quite some time because Kurt began knocking on my window lightly to capture my attention.

I shook my head and got out of my car. I kept my head down in embarrassment and Kurt chuckled. "Don't be like that, my dad and Carole will love you. Plus, you already know Finn, so you don't have to worry about him. Come on, it's almost five." he reassured me smoothly then gestured me to follow him to the front door. Reluctantly, in result of my nerves, I obliged.

I trailed behind him as he unlocked the door and opened it. He walked in first and held the door open for me to enter. Once inside, I smiled. The living room was clearly designed by Kurt, it was fashionable and gave off a truly comfortable vibe. Kurt beamed up at me while I walked in and he gently closed the door behind me, sliding his keys into his pocket. "Nice place." I commented nonchalantly.

He gave me a bashful smile and started walking towards the kitchen. "I practically designed this whole place, other than Finn's room. He intends to live in a typically disgusting room." he rambled while wrinkling his nose in disapproval. I rolled my eyes and laughed half-heartedly, following him into the next room.

Then a friendly looking woman gave me a wide smile. "Oh! You must be Kurt's new friend! It's great to meet you, sweetie!" she chirped happily.

I returned the smile and extended my hand for her to shake, "Lovely to meet you. My name's Blaine Anderson."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise while she shook my hand. "And I'm Carole. It's nice to have someone so polite around the house."

I blushed at her compliment and added, "It's nothing. Wow, dinner looks fantastic!" I exclaimed as I saw the lasagna that she pulled out of the oven. Kurt rolled his eyes as he chopped lettuce for a salad.

"She's an amazing cook, which helps Dad, who can barely make toast without me around." Kurt teased.

"Kurt, I'm not that bad!" a gruff voice called from behind me. Unconsciously, I stiffened momentarily.

"Sure, Dad." Kurt said lightheartedly while rolling his eyes playfully. I smiled at how his family was so cooperative. I didn't exactly have the same loving situation at my house. I wouldn't mind having a carefree banter with my family like this, but the odds of that occurring are slim to none.

"So, Carole mentioned you brought a new buddy of yours. You must be him." Kurt's Dad said while eyeing me suspiciously. I gulped instantly.

Nervously, I extended my hand to him, "My name's Blaine Anderson, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

There was a moment of silence that scared me until he took my hand in his and shook it. He gave rough laugh and said, "Just messing with you, son. Name's Burt, so no more of that 'sir' crap, makes me feel old."

I sighed in relief and nodded my head instantly. "Yes, si-Burt." I stuttered on accident.

Burt rolled his eyes and let it slide. "I believe Carole has prepared an amazing meal for us. Care to join?" he suggested.

I nodded with a small smile on my face. "That would be lovely." I replied.

Kurt came over to me and sighed. I raised an eyebrow and he said, "I have to go get Finn, and his room smells awful. So I apologize, but…" he paused as he turned towards the stairs and shouted, "FINN. FOOD."

Suddenly thunderous steps were heard as Finn rushed down the stairs, racing straight for the kitchen. He slid right past me and immediately sat in a seat at the dining room table. Kurt shook his head disapprovingly. "I'm guessing he's always like that." I assumed, and he nodded to confirm my assumption.

"Ready?" Kurt asked, nodding towards the dinner table occupied with the other three members of his family.

"I believe so." I said with a smile, then we headed towards the final two seats at the table.

Finn was nearly done with his second piece of lasagna before I even sat down, and Kurt swatted Finn's hand which wielded a fork. "Finn, have some courtesy, Blaine's here."

The frankenteen raised his head and his eyes widened. With a mouth-full of food, he said, "How long've you been here?" then swallowed.

I rolled my eyes and replied with, "A while."

After he swallowed with a loud gulp, Finn laughed and asked, "What brings you here? And wait, how did you and Kurt even meet?"

"I don't suppose you remember you, and the rest of the Glee guys, telling me to go spy on the 'competish' at Dalton, do you?"

"Oh. Sorry about that, dude. But what does that have to do with Kurt?"

Kurt gave an overly annoyed sigh and chipped in irritably, "Warblers. I'm the lead, Finn. How many times to I have to tell you?"

"I don't remember you talking about them much…" Finn said quietly.

"And that might be because that Rachel girl of yours is a crazy show-choir queen." Kurt groaned.

I chuckled at the brother-like bantering and turned my attention to the food in front of me. Taking my fork, I sliced the lasagna into bite-size pieces, and took a bite. Instantly my mouth watered and I hummed in approval. Carole giggled at my reaction then questioned earnestly, "Good?"

"Absolutely amazing." I gushed at the delicious food.

After a few more bites of lasagna was eaten, Burt piped up and asked, "So Blaine, how's it going at McKinley?"

My smile faltered and I eyed my plate in a slight silence. Eventually, I found my voice and I silently replied, "I'm actually transferring to Dalton on Monday."

Burt furrowed his eyebrows and side glanced at his son. Kurt gave him a shallow nod and his father huffed. "Bullies?"

I gulped and nodded. "Yes. When I met Kurt, he figured it out right away. He suggested I transferred, I talked to my mother, and she just paid the tuition and boarding, then told me to pack."

Carole gave me a sympathetic gaze and turned back to her fiancée. Burt looked at me softly and asked, "Is everything all right at home, son?"

I laughed almost harshly. Everything all right at home? Was he serious? I basically just told him my mother didn't even care I was leaving. She actually pushed me to board. "Yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry about it." I replied swiftly.

"Well, you're free to stay here at any time, kid." Burt offered.

I have to admit, I was rather touched by his words. I didn't exactly have anyone to lean on. Well, minus Kurt. But having a whole family that wanted to support me? That was extremely heart-warming. "I, gosh, thank you. That means a lot to me."

"And just one last question, Mr. Anderson." Burt stated in a serious tone.

My eyes widened slightly and I nodded, "Yes?"

"Would you, by any chance, be gay?" he asked simply.

Considering I was pretty out and proud at McKinley, other than the result of all the bullying, I wouldn't think this would be that hard to admit. For a split second, I almost wanted to lie. But the rational part of my brain told me I was being stupid, so I confessed. "I am." I confirmed. He nodded with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"It's great to have you here, Blaine. My offer still stands, no matter what." he concluded, the picked up his plate, walking towards the kitchen.

After a few moments, Carole finished and joined him. Then when I turned to where Kurt was sitting, I realized that Finn was already gone. He probably left before that whole conversation with Burt took place. My final realization was both shocking and rather comforting; my hand was softly held in Kurt's grasp. He looked at me with a weak smile and squeezed my hand in reassurance. "He means it, you know." Kurt said lightly.

"About staying here?" I pondered. He released our hands and nodded.

"So I should probably get going now, huh?" I sighed.

"No." Kurt said instantly then blushed when I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "No, I mean, you can stay for a bit later. Right?"

I grinned and nodded. "I don't really have a curfew, so sure." I then hesitated momentarily, "I just, I don't want to be a bother…"

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully. "If you were really a bother, I wouldn't have invited you over in the first place." he claimed, as if it were completely obvious.

I sighed in relief and nodded. "Well, yeah, that's true." I chuckled at my stupidity. Get yourself together, Blaine!

My new friend turned his head towards the kitchen. "Dad!" he shouted.

"Yes, Kurt?" Burt laughed in reply.

"Blaine and I are going to hang out in my room." he called out in return.

"Door open!" Burt informed us as we headed upstairs.

Kurt sighed at his reply as he led me towards his bedroom. Once we were inside, I was amazed at how organized and peaceful it was. Just like his dorm at Dalton, I reminded myself. "I wish I could actually decorate and coördinate colors as flawlessly as you do." I told him in admiration.

My friend laughed and laid back on his bed. He patted the spot next to him, and I gingerly laid next to him. "So you know how we were talking about stuff we like at the mall today?" he asked lightly.

"Yeah, what about it?" I reiterated.

"I mentioned that I thought we're going to be best friends, and I meant every word of it. I can introduce you to the Warblers on Monday, and we can hang out in our dorm every day after classes. We might even have a few classes together. I just have a feeling that we will." he said with a genuine smile on his face.

"I think so, too." I told him honestly. And hopefully, one day, maybe more than best friends, my thoughts teased me. I fought an annoyed groan when Kurt suddenly bolted upright.

"Oh my God, I totally forgot." he muttered quickly.

I sat up next to him and furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"

"To text that Autumn chick from the Buckle." Kurt sighed shamefully.

"And?" I asked. Was he really that worried about that?

"I told her I would and it's been, like, five hours since then." he whined.

"Wouldn't she be working anyway? It's not a big deal. You can text her whenever." I said quickly, trying to hide the jealousy in my voice.

"I guess you're right. Sorry, I just feel bad if I lay people off." Kurt grumbled.

"It's all good." I replied softly. Yeah right, Blaine. You just want him to spend all of his time with just you now. After a few moments of silence, Kurt turned his attention back to me and gave me his glorious pouty face. I chuckled and asked, "Yes, Kurt?"

"Little Mermaid?"

"Did you seriously think I'd say no?" I gasped, pretending to be offended.

He pursed his lips and swatted my chest playfully then raced up to his shelves of DVD's. After a few seconds of skimming, he tugged out the movie, separating it from the others and hurried towards his DVD player. Kurt gently put the disc in and closed it. He turned back towards me with a devious smirk and tackled me.

"Mmph! Kurt! Hey! Give me a head's up next time!" I laughed with my arms still wrapped around him protectively. Reluctantly, I released my hold on him, and he shifted to sit next to me, with our heads were resting on the headboard of his bed. And for the first time in such a long time; I felt happiness and peace. I felt cared for, and noticed. It was because of Kurt. Kurt, this gorgeous, talented, sassy, fashionable, funny, silly, adorable, and snarky friend of mine.

I'll have to thank the guys later, my thoughts told me, and I couldn't help but agree. Without their form of light-hearted rejection, I would've never met Kurt and be transferring to a safe school environment. Kurt nudged me, signaling that the movie was starting, and zapped me out of my train of thought.

Kurt and I sang the songs together, laughing at our imitations of Sebastian, the crab. We just had a blast together, even though we were just watching the Little Mermaid, like all 16-year-old boys do.

When the movie was getting closer to the end, I noticed Kurt's eyes start to droop tiredly. I could tell he was about the fall asleep in probably less than five minutes. Slowly, his head slumped towards me, until he was cuddled up on my side, with his head resting on my shoulder. It turned out I was right. I smiled at him fondly, he was purely peaceful as he slept. This has to be a dream, I thought to myself.

But just as soon as I thought it was a dream, I was proven wrong. Burt stood at the doorway, instantly raising his eyebrow at the two of us in his bed. I blushed and opened my mouth to speak but Burt simply raised his hand to prevent me from doing so. "The couch has blankets and pillows for you already down there. But…" he gazed at his son happily, his arm had wrapped around my chest and my blush deepened. "It seems he won't let you go. Door stays open. No funny business. And Blaine?" he began and I looked back at him, showing him he had my attention, "Treat him right."

"We're not a coup-" I whispered before Burt cut me off.

"I know. But I've never seen Kurt this happy before. That's all I ask. Goodnight, Blaine." he said softly while flipping off the light, leaving the door wide open as he walked down the hall.

I tried to shift into a more comfortable position on Kurt's bed, but Kurt tugged me closer. "Blaine, don't leave." he mumbled in his sleep.

"I won't." I whispered back, and he relaxed his grip around my chest, letting me get more comfortable. Once I did, I sighed contently. Here I was, being cuddled by the guy I had an extreme crush on, and his father approves of me. What more could I ask for?

Kurt shuffled in his slumber, moving his head to rest on my chest, leaving my arm around his waist. Oh. I smiled at the beautiful boy and my arms, never wanting this feeling or memory to ever go away. But slowly, sleep consumed me as well. And I slowly drifted into a blissful sleep.