"Daddy?" Kurt's voice was small and scared.
Burt immediately tensed up because his 17 year old son only called him daddy when something was wrong. "Kurt, where are you and what's wrong?"
"Can you come bail us out?" Kurt bit his lip, even if his father couldn't see him over the phone.
"Bail you out?" Burt repeated the words, not believing them himself.
"Blaine and I got arrested. Daddy, please?"
"Okay, calm down, Kurt. I will come bail the two of you out. Where are you?"
"The Lima Police Station on Center Street."
"I'm on my way."
"Thanks daddy, but the cops want to talk to you now."
"All right." Burt sighed heavily as Kurt handed the phone over.
*ZZZZ*
Burt opened the heavy door to the police station with a sigh. He, Kurt, and Blaine would be having a serious conversation tonight about their activities and behaviors. The Lima Police Station was quiet with two officers working on computers and one officer holding onto Blaine's arm in front of a man that Burt assumed to be Blaine's father from the sound of things.
"I can't believe you." Nicholas Anderson was glaring at his son when Burt walked in. "Of all the disgraceful things you could have been involved with, this takes the cake, Blaine. If you were normal, this wouldn't be happening."
Burt immediately noticed that Blaine's confidence seemed to wilt under his father's assault with words and the kid's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"It wasn't like we planned it." Blaine smarted off to this father, rattling the handcuffs that were still around his wrists.
"Don't you take that attitude with me young man. I may be your father, but I don't have to bail you out of jail."
"Then don't. I really don't care. I only called you because they made me. I didn't even think you'd show and send your assistant instead. It wouldn't be the first time." Blaine argued with his father.
"Fine. Officer, I am not bailing out my delinquent son. He can stay and rot in jail for all I care."
Blaine stared at his father in disbelief, but wasn't surprised. The cops had insisted they call their parents since they were minors. Blaine wouldn't have bothered using his phone call on them.
"All right, kid." The officer grabbed Blaine's arm. "You can go sit in your cell with your boyfriend. Who knows when you're leaving here? I know juvie has some openings for a troubled youth like you."
*ZZZZ*
Kurt was shocked when Blaine was shoved back into the small jail cell.
Blaine sat down on the hard cement bench as the jail cell door clanged shut.
"I thought your dad was here to bail you out." Kurt was curious why Blaine had come back so quickly.
"He took back his offer when I got a little bit of an attitude with him." Blaine shrugged.
"This is a nightmare." Kurt shook his head. He couldn't believe their perfect date had hit a downward spiral and landed them in jail of all places.
"On the bright side, I saw your dad here, so you should be getting out soon." Blaine tried to make his boyfriend feel a little bit better after date night turned into a disaster. He really honestly felt like this was his fault.
"We will be getting out. I might have suggested that my dad needed to bail you out too when I called him."
"I totally owe your dad, you know. If he doesn't kill me dead for this." Blaine waved a hand at the jail cell. "Not the best impression to make with the parents."
"He's not going to kill you, Blaine. My dad loves you because you make me happy and that's what matters, but be prepared for the lecture, okay?"
"Yeah, I figured there would be a lecture somewhere." Blaine was used to lectures and Burt's couldn't be nearly as bad as his own parents.
*ZZZZ*
Burt watched as his kid's boyfriend was manhandled back through a door. He couldn't believe that Blaine's dad had just left and let his kid be taken back to a jail cell.
"Can I help you sir? Another desk officer asked.
"Yeah, I'm here to bail out Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson."
"Oh, those teenagers." The cop rolled his eyes at Burt.
Burt clamped down on his anger. He could deal with that later. He just wanted to see that his son and Blaine were okay. "yeah, those teenagers."
"Sir, are you really sure you want to do that? Sometimes a night or two spent in a jail cell will break those teenagers of their independent streak. Maybe they just need to be taught a lesson."
"No, I want them out now." Burt really didn't appreciate the cop's lecture about raising a teenager.
"Fine. Just let me get the paperwork."
"Great." Burt just shrugged.
"Excuse me, why are you bailing my son out of jail?" Nicholas Anderson angrily asked the lowly man in front of him. Who the hell went out in flannel in public?
"Because that's my son's boyfriend and I wouldn't let either of them sit in jail for making a mistake. They're kids. That's what they do."
"Do you have any idea what they were doing?" Nicholas was disgusted with the idea.
"Yes, I was told." Burt grumbled. He wasn't happy with the kids, but they were just kids.
"So, your son is the one responsible for creating this mess then?"
"It takes two to tango, so they are both equal in the responsibility."
"God, if my kid was straight, we could have a normal life. My wife and I wouldn't have to be troubled with Blaine." Nicholas Anderson was just tired of dealing with his son's 'issues'.
Burt stared at Blaine's dad in disbelief. Who the hell talked about their kid like that? He was not surprised when Nicholas Anderson's cell phone rang and the man walked out to take the call. Burt was sure that Blaine's dad wouldn't be coming back to get his kid anytime soon.
*ZZZZ*
Puckerman House…
"I told you this movie was stupid." Lauren punched her boyfriend in the arm. "That sucked."
"Shush, babe. There's news on the police scanner." Puck looked at his scanner and listened intently.
Lauren just sighed.
"Car 135 taking two seventeen year old males into custody. Car was parked at Oak Hill Park. Two teenage boys engaged in lewd behavior."
"What is so exciting about that Puckerman?" Lauren was not impressed with her boyfriend's obsession with the police scanner he managed to 'find' somewhere.
"Because it's two teenage boys engaged in lewd behavior. Two guys, Lauren. Who do we know that fit's that bill?" Puck looked at her. "That's totally gotta be Hummel and the Warbler dude."
"You seriously don't think that's Kurt and Blaine." Lauren looked at Puck like he'd morphed into a werewolf or something odd. "Blaine is way too dapper to do anything like that and Kurt is not that type of boy."
Puck nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I really do think it's them. I'm gonna call Finn and find out for sure. If it is, Lima has some big news to talk about. Shit like that just doesn't happen here."
"Whatever." Lauren turned back to finding a movie on tv to watch or something while Puck tried to talk to Finn. If anything big happened, she'd hear it at school on Monday or find it online later.
*ZZZZ*
Burt had never been so relieved to see his son and Blaine in his life. At least they looked okay.
The drive home was quiet. Kurt stared out the window, not speaking and Blaine sat in the backseat, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.
"Seriously, Kurt? Having sex in a car and getting caught? What did I tell you about not throwing yourself around?" Burt was more upset with the idea that his baby boy was having sex than the whole being arrested drama.
Kurt snapped to attention and looked at his father. "We weren't have sex. We were fully clothed, Dad."
"Then what was the lewd behavior?" Burt was confused. Wasn't lewd behavior supposed to mean sex? It did to him and the cops had led him to believe that.
"We were just kissing. My shirt might have been unbuttoned and Blaine's hoodie was in the backseat." Kurt could feel the climbing redness on his face. He had never wanted to have 'this' conversation with his dad or anyone else.
"Were hands visible and body parts covered when the cops showed up?" Burt asked, not really wanting that answer.
"Most hands were visible and body parts were all covered." Kurt cringed and stared out the window again.
"Where were the other hands….never mind, I really don't want to know that answer." Burt shook his head. His son wasn't a baby anymore and god, that hit home more than he thought it would. Kurt's New York dreams were closer to becoming a reality now. "So you were just making out then?"
"Yes, sir." Blaine answered when Kurt refused to look away from his staring out the window.
"Relax, Blaine. I'm not breaking out the flamethrower." Burt said. "I still don't get what was so lewd about your behavior. In my day, the cops would just tell us to take it somewhere else or move along and go home."
"That's what they told Finn and Rachel last week." Kurt felt snippy.
"Excuse me?" Burt had heard that clearly and there would be a serious discussion with Finn about that later.
"Nothing, dad. Just take us home please." Kurt didn't want to think about anything else right now.
The awkward silence stretched as the drive toward home seemed to get longer and longer and Lima wasn't that big of a town. "I saw your dad, Blaine." Burt mentioned, eyeing the kid in his mirror.
"Oh god. I'm sorry for whatever he said." Blaine could only imagine the insults his father had thrown at Burt.
"It's okay, kid. Blaine, you're more than welcome to crash on the couch if you don't want to go home tonight." Burt offered.
"Thank you, Mr. Hummel, but I'll just head back to Dalton and call my parents in the morning. What happened to my car?"
"It was towed to our garage since I have a city contact. The tow driver dropped it off at the house, so you don't have to worry about any of that." Burt had taken the call when his driver had recognized Blaine's car.
"Thank you." Blaine was grateful that Burt cared so much more than his own family had. He knew there would be hell to pay over this when he desired to show his face at the family house.
*ZZZZ*
Sunday was awkward to say the least. Blaine had decided to stay at Dalton for the day, but texted Kurt frequently, checking in on him.
Burt and Finn and Carole had holed up in the kitchen for a discussion about appropriate behavior in the car. Finn had stormed out of the kitchen and slammed his bedroom door several times.
Dinner had been pizza and avoiding looking at each other. Kurt didn't know what to say and kept his mouth shut. Finn was mainly pissed that his step-brother had ratted him out, but really didn't blame Kurt about it.