Alrighty! Let's see if Blaine's Dad got what he deserves. Also, thanks SO much for all of the amazing reviews! 40? THAT'S CRAZYAWESOME! Also, I don't have any knowledge about how the court system works (Well, I know a little considering I watch Law & Order all the time.) so if I flub up and something sounds wrong, SORRY! Anyways, on with the story! Dundunduuuuuuun!

Chapter song: Teenage Dream – Katy Perry

I don't own Glee. There would already be a Dalton spin-off if I did.

Chapter 10

Teenage Dream

Kurt sipped on his nonfat-mocha as he waited impatiently for Blaine to walk through the doors of the Lima Bean. He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to distract himself. He was worried. Worried that Blaine would have to stay and live with his parents. He knew that it wasn't too much of a possibility, but he couldn't just sit there and be calm about the situation. Kurt chewed on his lip, wondering if he should go down to the courthouse and pick Blaine up. No, he wouldn't.

Kurt's head snapped up five minutes later as he heard the door open. Blaine walked in, wearing his usual attire when he wasn't at school. He grinned happily and waved at the woman standing behind the counter. Kurt felt kind of bad for him. He was forced to quit his job after the accident, and now Blaine would probably end up working somewhere he really didn't want to. He hoped the manager would give him the job back. Blaine loved it here.

"So, how'd it go?" Kurt asked as his thoughts averted to the current situation. He pushed Blaine's medium-drip across the table to him.

Blaine sat down. Kurt already knew the answer, it was written all over his face.

"It went amazing, Kurt. Both of my parents handed my custody over to my Grandma. I mean, I'm with her until I'm eighteen. You should have seen the looks my Dad gave me today. He was pissed." Blaine took a long sip of his drink. "Oh, and my Dad will be in jail for a few days due to the violence."

Kurt's eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting jail, he smiled a little. He was glad Blaine's Dad got what he deserved.

"He's only going to be in there for two days. I hope he learns his lesson though. You could hear him yelling as he walked out of the court room, "This is ridiculous! I refuse to wear filthy, unwashed clothing! And I will not be thrown in a filthy rotten jail cell!" Kurt had to chuckle a little at Blaine's impersonation of his Father's voice.

Blaine's eyes seemed to light up. "Oh, I almost forgot. Geez.. how could I forget this." Blaine scooted his chair back and dug a folded up sheet of paper out of his pocket. He slid it across the table to Kurt.

"Blaine Everett Anderson will be issued 4.2 million dollars gradually from his eighteenth birthday to his thirtieth birthday." Kurt didn't read the rest, He was about to jump up over the table and shake Blaine silly, questioning him about how many freaking shopping sprees he could go on with that!

"My Dad thought he was so smart." "I mean, I know before this.. I thought 'I don't want anything of his. Money, clothes, nothing.' But sitting in that court room," Blaine laughed and took a gulp of his coffee, "And thinking about it.. I think it's just the freedom. The freedom of knowing that he already had it documented that I was getting 4.2 million when I turned eighteen. He documented it when I was seven! He can't take it back because both him and my Mom signed it. From what I understood, if only one signature was removed, I still got the money. My Mom refused to remove her signature after my Dad did. She may think I'm just one of her 'investments' or whatever, but she at least has a heart. She probably just doesn't want any gossip to stir up with her friends. Just imagine if one of her friends asked about me. 'Oh, he's just on the side of the road collecting money. He lives in a box now, isn't that just swell?'" Both Blaine and Kurt burst out laughing.

"And I don't really give a crap about any of the money. I could actually care less if I was living in a box, as long as I was with you." Blaine reached a hand forward and rested it on Kurt's. Kurt wondered if Blaine's heart swelled up like his did.

"You know my parents would let you stay at our house before having to live in a box, Blaine." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Blaine blushed a little and leaned back in his chair, still not releasing his hand from Kurt's.

"And that would have to be a pretty amazing box to hole my wardrobe." Kurt chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'd have one of those huge refrigerator boxes." Kurt just shook his head and grinned at the goofball.

"I love you so, so much, Kurt." Blaine spoke a few minutes later as he flashed a lopsided smile.

Kurt stood in excitement and ran over to Blaine, crushing his lips to the shorter boys. He didn't care that he was out in public and could get shoved into his locker for it the next morning if someone had seen them. He just didn't care. Blaine Anderson loved him, that was all that mattered.

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

The stood like that for a moment, but both pulled apart.

"You know, I don't think I've formally met your family yet..." Blaine tossed his cup into the nearby trashcan as Kurt did the same.

"Well, we're having a family dinner tonight. Care to join me?" Kurt asked, pushing the door open and holding it so Blaine could walk out first.

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the chivalrous boyfriend in this relationship!" Blaine intertwined his fingers with Kurt's and walked him to his Navigator.

"Dinner?" Kurt repeated himself.

"You sure? I don't want to barge in..." Blaine spoke nervously.

"Blaine," Kurt put a hand on his hip. "We have family dinner night every single freaking Wednesday and Saturday. You won't barge in. You'll just be questioned by my father."

"Alright, I guess I'll come." Blaine leaned forward and places a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. "I'll follow you there."

They pulled apart after a few minutes and headed to their cars.

"So, Blair-" Burt began as he stabbed a green bean with his fork.

"Blaine." Kurt snapped.

"Sorry! Blaine! Uh.." Burt's brow furrowed as Blaine sat across from him, nervously chewing a mouth full of chicken. Kurt grabbed his hand under the table, giving him a reassuring smile. "Well, the last time we saw you, you were kinda unconscious. You feeling better now?

Blaine swallowed his food quickly and took a drink of his water. "Yes, I'm actually feeling amazing after the trial today." He grinned. Kurt chuckled, a piece of a green bean was stuck in between Blaine's front teeth.

"Oh, how did that go, by the way?" Burt asked.

"Well, to summarize it all, my Dad's in jail for two days and I'm just thrilled." Blaine grinned.

Kurt elbowed Blaine, which earned him a confused stare.

"And he's inheriting 4.2 million dollars." Kurt said.

Finn literally did a spit-take. Kurt stood up out of his chair, trying to dry off his outfit with a napkin while Blaine sat there, an odd dumbstruck look upon his face. He didn't want to seem like he was bragging, so he hadn't said anything. Carole and Burt gaped.

"FOUR POINT TWO MILLION?" Finn yelled.

"Er, yeah. I mean, gradually. Until I'm thirty." Blaine spoke quickly.

"Wow! What are you planning on doing with it?" Carole asked.

"Collage. A house. Stuff like that." Blaine focused on his mashed potatoes.

"Geez, Kurt," Finn mumbled. "You sure picked the right guy."

Kurt blushed.

"So, do you have a collage picked out yet? I mean, I know it's a year off, but it's never too early to start thinking about that." Burt asked. After an awkward silence.

"Oh, I'm not sure yet. I really enjoy English, but I enjoy music at the same time. I was actually looking into being something along the lines of a journalist or a newscaster."

"You've definitely got the looks to be on the evening news." Kurt chuckled and sat back down as Blaine playfully smacked him on the arm.

After dinner was done with, Burt made Finn and Kurt start up the dishes so he could have a word with Blaine.

"Blaine, I just want you to know that if you need anything at all, you can come to us." Burt said earnestly, looking into Blaine's eyes so he could make sure the boy understood.

"Thank you, sir." Blaine spoke.

Burt walked forward and gave Blaine a quick, awkward hug. "And if I ever hear anything about you hurting my boy..." He said a little louder and chuckled a little as Blaine stiffened. They pulled apart and Blaine had a blush creeping up across his neck and his face.

"That will never happen, sir. I promise." Blaine said quickly.

"Call me Burt." Burt grinned and patted Blaine on the back.

"Burt," Blaine smiled.

Burt grinned back and then walked into the living room. He really liked Blaine, but he would never admit it.

"Kurt, you can go say goodbye to your boyfriend. I think Finn can handle the dishes." Blaine called as he sat in his recliner, right on time for the next football game to begin.

Kurt dried his hands off and literally skipped out the front door, immediately shutting it behind him and wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck.

"So, how bad did he scare you?" Kurt asked.

"A little. He just told me never to hurt you." Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. They both moved forward until their lips were pressed together, until most of the space was removed in between them.

"Hey, Blai-" Finn shoved the door open and gasped.

He threw Blaine's jacket out the door and turned around yelling "THEY WERE MAKING OUT, MOM, OH MY GOD."

Blaine and Kurt cracked up laughing so hard both boys thought they may pee themselves.

Kurt stared at his reflection in the mirror, wondering how in the world he had come from the only openly-gay kid in McKinley who suffered from a grape slushy facial every day, to finally being happy and content with his life. He pinched his arm... just to make sure.

Yup. This was real life.

He felt his phone vibrate in the left pocket of his black skinny jeans and hoped it was Blaine.

Meet me at the Gap in thirty minutes? No questions! Xo - Blaine

… okay, I'll be there! Xoxo - Kurt

Kurt sat his phone down and looked at his reflection once more, but this time he was confused. The Gap? Why in the world would Blaine want Kurt to meet him at the Gap? Kurt brushed it off and decided he would worry about it later. All he had time to worry about now was his outfit. As of now, he was standing shirtless with a pair of skinny jeans on.

"Oh Gaga, what am I going to wear?" He muttered as he whirled around to walk into his closet.

After five minutes, he finally decided on a lose-fitted black and cream colored striped shirt, and his favorite pair of ankle-high boots. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror one more time, and then picked up his car keys.

He arrived at the shopping center ten minutes later, with five minutes to rush into the Gap. He almost literally sprinted into the store, giddy with excitement and nervousness tugging at the pit of his stomach. He slowed his pace and started walking slowly before he reached the doors. He stopped in his tracks, surprised at what he saw.

Twelve boys dressed up in the Dalton Academy suits and neon yellow sunglasses were standing in random places around the store. One - which was oddly holding a gavel – stood close by two other boys who were posing by various mannequins. Another boy was seated on one of the displays, and the rest were scattered around, waiting on something.

"Go!" He heard a very familiar voice yell from somewhere around back.

The boys all stared to hum, it sounded like a "dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun,dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun." Kurt blushed and walked into the store, getting out of the way of people who were entering and exiting.

And then he saw Blaine.

Blaine was standing on top of the main display in the middle of the store, a pair of neon pink rested on his face. Kurt smiled widely as he started to sing.

You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Blaine jumped off of the display and walked closer to Kurt, very slowly.

Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine

Kurt let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding the whole time as Blaine turned and started twirling randomly about the store.

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

The rest of the warblers joined Blaine in the middle of the store and started doing an odd little two-step dance. Kurt couldn't get over how adorably short Blaine looked.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

Blaine grabbed his sunglasses and threw them to another Warbler who just grinned and stuck them on top of the pair he already had on.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Blaine slowly broke away from the group of Warblers to grab both of Kurt's hands.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

tonight

Blaine, what in the.. wh... Oh, gosh." Kurt stepped forward and hugged his boyfriend tightly.

"All of you Warblers,get OUT! I thought we banned you from setting foot in here after the last time!" An old man came from out of nowhere and started shouting.

Kurt and Blaine escaped first, leading all of the other boys to throw their un-purchased sunglasses all over the store and sprint out the doors.. The Warblers walked off and said "Bye" and muttered things about "my favorite store.." before leaving. Well, with the exception of three.

"Hey, I'm Wes!" The gavel boy held out a hand for Kurt to shake.

"Hey, Kurt!" Another enthusiastic boy held his hand out too.

Kurt grabbed both hands and shook them before glancing over at the other blonde boy, who was shoving a pretzel into his mouth.

"Owh.. I'm... Jewff" He said as he chewed. "But you know that already. Project closet invasion." He wagged his eyebrows.

"Oh, I forgot about that..." Kurt spoke politely as he made a disgusted face.

"Jeff, where did you even get that? We've been out here for like... two whole minutes. And project closet invasion?" Blaine asked, clearly perplexed.

"Oh, it's nothing. And you know I have my ways." Jeff smirked made a ninja kick into the air as the other three boys just shook their heads and sighed in disapproval.

"We're so happy for you and Blaine -" Wes started. "Yeah, all Blaine did before his accident was talk about Kurt. Kurt this, Kurt that -" David spoke. "And then when you forgot him.. holy shit, Blaine was a depressed.. nothing," Wes started to speak again. "But now he's been his dapper self."

"Yeah, and he won't stop blasting Teenage Dream out of every single freaking radio in the house. And on top of that, he made us sing it here." Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Do not!" Blaine exclaimed.

"DO TOO!" All three boys yelled.

"I would rather be stuck in the same room as Dwight then have to listen to that song all day." Jeff spoke as he finished his pretzel and threw the wrapper in a nearby trashcan.

"Psh, whatever." Blaine rolled his eyes. "You guys are being rude. I'll see you at school tomorrow, losers."

"Okay, fine. Go make out. See ya around, Kurt!" Jeff grinned and strode off. Wes, David, Blaine, and Kurt all chuckled a little as he stopped about twenty feet from them to buy another pretzel. He turned to them and stuck his tongue out.

"Well, Wes and I better get going. We've got reservations." David spoke.

"I thought you two had girlfriends." Blaine reached forward and smacked David upside the head.

"Reservations to the paintball palace, only the coolest place to have a paintball war." Wes said in an as-a-matter-of-factually tone.

"Whatever. See you two later." Blaine waved them off and turned back to Kurt.

Blaine put his arm around Kurt's waist as they walked over to Kurt's Navigator, which was parked across the street.

"I got a ride from Jeff. Hope you don't mind taking me home." Blaine grinned.

"Not at all. That was a pretty amazing performance." Kurt grinned.

"I think it was worth getting kicked out." Blaine grinned.

"So, I got a new Disney movie the other day. It's called Tangled, and I'm pretty sure I haven't seen it yet.." Kurt said as he started the car a few minutes later.

"You had me at Disney." Blaine looked over to Kurt with loving eyes.

"How did I get this lucky..?" Kurt spoke under his breath as he leaned over to kiss his boyfriend.

"GET A ROOM!" They both jumped up as they saw the three Warblers standing on the passenger car, banging on the windows.

"Those idiots.." Blaine yelled, about to jump out of the car. Kurt held him back as the three boys sprinted off.

I couldn't find a song.. but I decided that Teenage Dream would work because technically, Blaine hasn't sang it yet. Well, yes, at Warblers practice. And probably while he was in the shower. And everywhere else. But not to Kurt. 3