short title: shadows like rainbows
long title: shadows like rainbows dancing on my walls

It was really only a casual glance. He passed by Kurt's room with a laundry basket in hand; ready to begin the trek downstairs to the washing machine.

What he saw, though, caused him to do a double take. He clutched the laundry basket to his side a little tighter and the hard edge of the plastic was painful enough to ground him. He blinked a couple times, but the sight before him didn't change. Finally, he took a step closer and let go of the basket with one hand to knock on the open door.

"Uh, Kurt?" he said. The boy looked up at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. His face betrayed no sign of embarrassment or worry. Burt sent a quick glance at Blaine, who looked no less innocent. "What're you two doing, exactly?"

Kurt looked between his father and his boyfriend, seemingly bewildered. "I… Well, I wanted to show Blaine how to properly give himself a manicure, and then…"

"It kind of got out of hand," Blaine finished, shrugging the tiniest bit sheepishly. He tucked his rainbow-colored fingernails into his fists and coughed. "Don't worry, Mr. Hummel, I've got plenty of nail polish remover, so—"

"No, no," Burt said. He knew Kurt recognized the tone from the way his eyes seemed to widen. The I'm-not-familiar-with-this-practice-but-you-know-what-if-my-boy-wants-to-do-it-then-so-be-it tone. He'd decided to name it when he figured out that he was going to be using it fairly often. "If… if you two like that sort of thing… that's fine. Just… try not to get it all over everything. Carole and I have enough of a job keeping the house clean without trying to figure out how to remove polish from a comforter."

The look on Kurt's face when he finished made him think he'd be able to accept just about anything, so long as he kept smiling like that.

Burt was rather surprised to see that Blaine's face said just about the same thing.