I never quite understood how he did it, but there were times when I could swear Kurt could see right through me!

Like this one time. I was going through a bad break-up in college. She was the girlfriend all my friends hated, the one everybody told me "Dude! She's not worth it!", the one who kept breaking my heart, but I ended up taking her back every single time. Well, this time it was over. For good. It had been an epic blow-out, but I had told her that I wouldn't let her make mincemeat of my dignity any more and I had asked her to take her things and leave.

Naturally, I felt like shit. There had been tears on both sides during the scene and now that it was over, the apartment had fallen deafeningly silent. I felt restless, angry and confused, all at once. My brain was super-heated and I didn't know what to do. So I called home.

Kurt picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dad...?"

There was a brief pause on the other side, but without any preamble, Kurt commanded,

"Come home."

For a moment, I was dumbstruck, left opening and closing my mouth soundlessly.

"Don't bother about a thing, Drake."

Kurt was absolutely matter of fact.

"Just get on the next flight and come home."

For once, I didn't argue.

I was home by nightfall. I had stuffed things into a backpack, left a scrawled note for Brent, and hadn't even bothered to change out of my sweatpants.

When Kurt opened the door, I fell on his shoulder, crying like a pathetic child, and told him everything. How I'd found her cheating on me, in my apartment, on my bed, with a guy I'd once considered a friend...

He listened. He pushed me into a long soothing bath, despite my protestations, and even handed me one of Blaine's beers, placing a sly finger on his lips and swearing me to secrecy about it.

Later, I was watching Star Wars (which is what I do whenever I'm depressed or unaccountably bored) and even though he hated the movie, he snuggled up to me with popcorn. It felt amazing to be cared for without having questions asked and we had the house to ourselves. Blaine was on a brief business tour and Valerie was at college. Had I not dropped by, I know Kurt and Aunt Rachel would have had a girls weekend out. Which made me ask.

"Dad? How did you know?"

"Hmmm? Know what?"

"You know. KNOW. How did you just... know when I called? All I got out was 'Dad' and... you brought me home... to, well, this!"

Kurt gave me his typical all-knowing Kurt-smile and squeezed my shouders.

"You're my little boy, Drake. At times like these, Daddy just... knows."

He shrugged self deprecatingly, and that was that.

I had to give it to him. There were some things Kurt knew how to do best.

Making me feel like a little boy again? Definitely top of the list!

THE END