Blaine stands awkwardly to the side as Kurt is pulled into a long, close hug by a bald man in a plaid shirt who looks like he could be anyone's dad but Kurt's. Before they part, a pretty woman with short hair pushes Mr Hummel aside and hugs Kurt herself and then kisses his forehead with tears in her eyes.
Kurt is very much loved. Blaine wonders if he knows it, if he appreciates it.
He also wonders how his own mother's greeting will look in comparison.
Then Kurt steps back, takes his hand, pulls him forward.
"Dad, Carole, this is Blaine, my husband," he says with a smile that believably conveys pride and affection. At least, Blaine hopes so. Kurt is a great actor, but this is his family.
He wipes his palm on his pants before offering his hand for Mr Hummel to shake.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Hummel."
"Well, -" Mr Hummel starts, staring at him and not taking his hand. This is so much worse than Blaine could have imagined. He tries to summon his charm, the easy-going friendliness that allows him to talk to people everywhere and have them like him, but he is tongue-tied. And sweaty. He wants to wipe his hand again, but he hasn't given up hope yet. He leaves it stretched out, feeling like an idiot even though barely a second has passed.
"Welcome!" the woman, Carole? - says, taking his hand and smiling brightly. Blaine can see Kurt scowling at his father before he is pulled into a hug, which he returns hesitantly.
"Dad, you promised to be nice!" Kurt scolds.
"I was just messing with him," Mr Hummel says, smiling sheepishly.
Blaine doesn't like being messed with, not when surely Mr Hummel can imagine how nervous he already is? But he likes how Kurt's come to his defense, and his good manners take over: Mr Hummel will get one more chance. Let's see how he is when he's not 'messing with somebody'.
The decision helps, and he finds his words.
"I know that you have donated to the Foundation a lot of times," he says, again stretching out his hand. "Thank you for that, sir. I'm happy to finally meet you."
Mr Hummel looks embarrassed, but finally takes his hand in a firm grip. "You're doing good work, kid," he says with gruff approval.
"Okay, so," Kurt says. "Blaine, this is Carole, my lovely stepmom, and Burt, my dad, who will behave from now on." His look implies an "or else", that, going from Burt's expression, Kurt doesn't need to actually say out loud.
"Now, can we go inside?"
They end up staying late into the evening, much later than they planned, and finally Carole manages to persuade them to stay the night. It's a really nice evening once Blaine can overcome his little grudge. It doesn't take long, because Kurt is right—Burt really is a fan, and has Blaine talk animatedly about the foundation in no time.
Of course, the night has its awkward phases—what doesn't recently? Burt and Carole seem to hold out as long as they can, but at some point, they ask about the marriage. And Kurt doesn't save him, just looks at him like it's his story to tell. So Blaine stumbles and stutters his way through how they met—how he came to talk to Kurt after his show, to ask him about helping the foundation. How they got to talking. He decides to skip the breakup—going from one relationship right into the next is never good, he knows that much. He brushes over getting drunk, because there has to be some kind of excuse for getting married on the day they met. How they went up to his room at some point and...talked some more.
"Talked, mhm," Carole says with a smirk.
Blaine blushes. This was another thing he'd hoped to skip. He doesn't dare look at Burt, or at Kurt either. Kurt is probably shaking with silent laughter. He has a rather inappropriate enjoyment of embarrassing Blaine, or seeing him embarrassed.
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Kurt and Blaine Wake Up Married
FanfictionCOMPLETED A drunk marriage in Vegas, a divorce temporarily out of the question and his new husband someone he's been a fan of forever: Blaine Anderson's week just got a lot more exciting. If only he wasn't still so hung up on his ex... I did make t...