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I've been standing in the kitchen for fifteen minutes, but I can't seem to remember how to move. I tap my fingers nervously on the table, thinking about today. I jump in surprise as warm arms wrap around my waist, but quickly relax as I am pulled back against a strong chest. "Hi," I breathe as he plants kisses along my neck.

"Good morning," he replies in between kisses. "You looked like you could use some help relaxing."

I swat his wandering fingers away. "Don't even try it. I'm already dresses and everything."

He chuckles. "You're two hours early." He pecks my cheek lightly before turning me around. "What's going on?"

I sigh, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I'm nervous."

"Why?" he asks, concerned.

"I don't know. I just am. I don't have the greatest experience with fathers. I don't know what to do."

He takes me by the shoulders gently and sits me down. "Do you remember when we had this same conversation right before your first day at McKinley?" I nod slowly. "And what did I tell you?"

"That everything would be okay."

He nods. "Right. And what happened?"

"Everything was okay," I admit.

"Yes. And now I'm telling you that everything will be okay. Trust me."

I take a deep breath and nod. "Right. Okay. I trust you. I just don't want to mess up."

He kisses my forehead gently. "And you won't. Just relax and be yourself."

I attempt to scowl, but find myself relaxing into him despite myself. I can never help myself around him. He's like a natural tranquilizer; always able to calm my nerves. He stays there quietly, kissing me softly and smiling as I gradually relax.

We stay that way for a long time, after which he pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "Feel better?"

I nod, and he grins. "Good." He sits on the couch, pulling me into his lap. I rest my head against his chest, breathing in his warm scent. "I don't know how you do that, you know. It's like magic."

He chuckles softly. "Did I not tell you I was a wizard? I could have sworn I did…"

I smack his chest lightly. "Loser."

Just then, Blaine's dad…Matthew, I mean, comes downstairs. He smiles brightly upon seeing us, even as I scramble up from Blaine's lap. "It's okay, Sebastian," he chuckles. "I am well aware that you're together. It's fine, really." I nod slowly, trying to form words, but finding that my mouth and my brain are no longer speaking, my heart racing in my chest. "Well," he says after an awkward pause, "Are you ready to go?"

I nod again, shooting a nervous glance at Blaine, who hugs me tightly. "Breathe," he reminds me. "You're going to be fine, I promise." He presses his lips to mine briefly before pulling away, allowing me to follow Matthew out to the car.

"So Sebastian," Matthew says casually, "What's new?"

I swallow hard before answering. "Um…nothing really," I manage.

He glances over at me, concern written all over his face. "You don't have to be nervous," he says softly. "I know your previous experience hasn't been so great, but there's no pressure. I just thought it would be nice to get out and have a little fun today. Maybe get to know each other a bit. If it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to go."

I find myself relaxing slightly. "No, I'd like to go, really," I assure him. "It's just very new to me, that's all. Sorry about that." He smiles again, and it instantly puts me at ease. So that's where Blaine learned that trick, I think to myself.

"Well I'm glad. You don't have to be sorry, I understand. After everything, it's got to be pretty hard to put yourself back in a similar situation."

I nod, watching the town blur by through the window. "Yeah, but I know you wouldn't do that to me. I'm getting a little better, I think. A few weeks ago I might have passed out at the thought." I grin, and he laughs.

"Well I'm glad I didn't ask a few weeks ago then. I appreciate that you trust me, even that little bit it took to get in the car. I saw how hard things were for Blaine after his experience, and I can't imagine them being any less difficult for you."

"Probably not," I agree, "But all things considered, we're both doing pretty okay." I frown as we get to a part of town I don't recognize. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I thought a lot about what might be fun to do, but I'm not all that creative. So I came up with bowling. If that's okay with you. If you have another idea we could do that too."

I contemplate this for a moment. "You know, I haven't been bowling in, like, ten years. I never even knew there was a bowling alley around here." I smile. "I think bowling sounds like a lot of fun."

He grins. "Good. Though I should warn you, I'm pretty terrible at it."

I laugh. "Don't worry, I think I am too. At least we'll be terrible together."

We get to the bowling alley, taking the shoes offered to us and going to our lane. Matthew surveys all the balls, trying to find the one he wants. I jump when he drops one on the floor, narrowly missing his foot. The guy behind the counter glares at us. "Yeah, I think that one should be good," Matthew says, laughing as he picks it up. "You know, when I met Blaine's mother, it was because I almost dropped a bowling ball on her foot," he says thoughtfully.

"Really? And she still married you?"

He laughs. "I know, I was surprised too. I figured it was a sign."

"Well, I kind of like the bones in my feet the way they are," I joke. "So let's try to keep the flying bowling balls to a minimum."

He nods. "That's probably a good idea. I don't think Blaine would be very happy if I injured you on our very first day out."

I chuckle, imagining the look on Blaine's face if I were to come home with a cast. "Yeah, I think that would be a bad idea. He gets a little crazy when it comes to me."

"It's nice though," Matthew says, "Seeing you two together. You complement each other very well."

I nod slowly, thinking. "Hey Matthew? Can I ask you about something?" He nods, so I continue. "It really doesn't bother you that we're together? I'd totally understand if it did."

He sighs, sitting down and patting the seat next to him. "I'm guessing your old man did what he did to you because you're gay, right?" I nod. "Well," he continues, "I wasn't sure what to think at first when Blaine came out to us. I still loved it just as much, but that wasn't even a reality I'd considered. I was worried about what it would be like, and what it would do to him. I mean, we don't exactly live in a place like New York or LA where being different is the norm. I knew what he would go through, and I think I was more afraid for him than he was for himself. But ultimately, he was still my son, and I wanted him to be happy and proud of who he was, no matter what that meant. And watching him with you…you've made him so happy. How could I possibly be bothered about that. He found someone to love, who loves him too. I personally don't see it as any different than what his mother and I have."

I find myself smiling. "That's a very progressive point of view for someone from Lima, Ohio. I'm glad you can think of it that way. He's made me happy too. Not to mention how much he's helped me." I think back to the moment everything changed, as I stared up from the floor into Blaine's concerned face. "He saved my life, you know," I admit softly. "If the incident itself didn't kill me, I would have finished the job myself when I woke up. As things were, I was sort of planning on it anyway."

Matthew nods solemnly. "Well, I for one am very glad you didn't get the chance to go through with it. That would have been a real shame, not only for Blaine, but for me and my wife and plenty of other people. If you had, none of us would ever have gotten to know the real you."

I nod, feeling somehow lighter than I did before. "I'm pretty glad I didn't too." I look down at the bowling ball in his hands, smiling to myself. "Ready to play?"

He grins. "Are you trying to ask if I'm ready to lose?" he chuckles. "You first."

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