Everyone who's been asking for smut, I know, I know. Tomorrow, smut-on-a-cloud.
Today… Blaine's family. Because even though we all know they're nice in canon, in fanon they'll always be douches. Woo!
The In-Laws
Of course Blaine won't say anything, Kurt thinks as he watches Blaine cringe slightly. He never does.
The grandma to their right laughs out loud, and Blaine ducks his heads at her laughter, playing with his fork but not taking anything from his plate; he's barely eaten all night.
"Would you stop it?" Kurt says angrily.
Blaine grabs his hand under the table, whispers, "Don't-"
"Can't you see he's uncomfortable? What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, come on, we're just joking!" Geoff's father says.
"Kurt, stop, please-" mutters Blaine, not looking up.
"Hell no, B, they're can't treat you like that!"
An uncle makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Oh, please, he's just a pansy. He needs to man up. So what if we told a few jokes?"
"He's not a pansy, and he's more of a man than you'll ever be!"
"And who are you to talk to us like that, young man?" says Geoff in his deepest, most frightening voice. Amy puts a restraining hand on his bicep.
"Well, since you asked, I'm his fiancé!" calls Kurt, showing them the ring on his finger like he's flipping them off.
Everyone go silent, and Kurt uses the opportunity to grab Blaine and stand up. "We'll be leaving now," he says, and clenches his jaw. Blaine is rigid by his side, not holding his hand back when they walk out the door (Kurt doesn't slam it behind him, even though it's tempting). He doesn't speak until they're seated in the car.
"I don't know if it was good that you did that," he says very quietly.
"They were mocking you. I couldn't just sit there and listen. I'm sorry," Kurt whispers, stroking Blaine's face- he's not looking him in the eye.
"I didn't say I'm mad you've done it. I just said I don't know if it was a very wise thing to do."
Kurt doesn't know what to say, so he stays quiet, caressing Blaine's face.
"Can we just go to our hotel? I don't want to cry here." His voice is shaking as he says that, and Kurt's about to agree until a knock on the window makes them both jump.
It's Amy and her mom, carrying a plastic plate with food on it.
Kurt gets out of the car, his mind still working on protective mode.
"We're terribly sorry," says Amy.
"They shouldn't have done that," adds her mom.
"And we brought you some food-" Amy hands him the food-packed plate, and he smiles gently. "If you're not eating with us, well, you should eat something anyway."
"Have Blaine eat, too, alright?" says Amy's mother in a lower voice. "He never eats; I hate to see him so skinny."
"I will. Thank you," he says sincerely. These are the in-laws he wants to have- the ones that care for Blaine, and possibly for himself, too. "Can we meet you later, maybe for dinner tomorrow? We're still in town."
"Of course, of course," smiles Amy.
There's a very soft sound from inside the car, but they all hear it. The smiles vanish as if someone flipped a switch.
"You should go," Amy utters.
Her mom kisses Kurt's cheek. "Take care of him, sweetie."
Kurt nods. "Thank you, again. We'll be in touch."
"Oh, and Kurt?" she adds before he ducks back into the car. "Congratulations."