"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Blaine asked Kurt. They stood, arms linked, at the front door to Kurt's grandmother's house.
Kurt's grandmother was known to be a little opposed to Kurt's lifestyle, but she loved her grandson nonetheless.
"Listen, we're going to drop off the cake and then go to lunch. It will take three minutes and we won't even need to go into the house," Kurt explained. He had run over the plan hundreds of times in his head. As much as he loved his family, sometimes he just wanted to stay away from them and their preferences as to how Kurt lived his life. Kurt rang the doorbell and waited.
The door opened slowly and inside stood a petite woman that had Kurt's same eyes and rosy cheeks. "Hello darling! Is this the cake Carole said she was bringing over?" she asked.
"Yes, it is," Kurt said quickly.
"Come on inside!" she said, waving both boys into the house.
Blaine looked at Kurt nervously.
"And who is this?" Kurt's grandmother asked.
"Grandma, this is Blaine, I was telling you about him," Kurt said.
"Ah, yes, the fiancée," she said. She studied Blaine up and down, from his shoes to the gel in his hair. "He's cute," she said. She held out her hand. "Hello, Blaine, I'm Evelyn."
"It's nice to finally get to meet you," Blaine said politely, shaking her hand.
"Yes, it is. But my question is, why did my grandson wait so long to introduce us?" she asked Blaine.
Blaine laughed. "You know, I was just thinking the same thing the other day," he said.
Kurt laughed under his breath.
"Blaine, would you like to see some pictures I have of Kurt from when he was a baby?" Evelyn asked.
"I would love to," Blaine replied.
Evelyn led Blaine into the house, leaving a shocked Kurt standing in the foyer, in complete disbelief at what had just happened.