"Baby, what's wrong?" Kurt sat down next to his boyfriend, who was collapsed onto his bed, tears streaming down his face. Shining hazel eyes glanced up at him before the other teen started laughing so hard he nearly rolled off the bed.
Starting to think the other teen was as insane as more than one person had claimed, he gave a little squeak as the other's strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him down onto the bed. After a minute, his boyfriend slowly started to compose himself, pulling earbuds out and laying his head weakly on the bed.
"Does your dad listen to country music?" Kurt nodded. "Remember our first date? He called me into the kitchen while you finished getting ready. Here, listen."
With that, he pushed the earbuds over to Kurt and restarted the song. After a minute, Kurt caught on and he was laughing just as hard. It was so very 'Burt'. So like his wonderful, crazy, loving father.
The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I'm lost
I can't begin to count the theories
I've had pounded in my head
That I forgot
I don't remember all that Spanish
Or the Gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forget
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Ain't it son?
Hey y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Kurt's boyfriend started to laugh again at the expression on his face. A combined look of amusement, horror, and disbelief.
Well now that I'm a father
I'm scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind
She's growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I'll have to put the fear of god into
Some kid at the door
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y'all go out and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Now it's all for show
Ain't nobody gonna get hurt
It's just a daddy thing
And hey, believe me, man it works
Kurt leaned over and kissed his boyfriend, running a pale white hand up a strong, tanned arm, caressing a ridge of scar tissue on his shoulder blade. At the age of seventeen, he'd had a harder life than most people three times his age.
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y'all run along and have a little fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back by te- let's say about nine...thirty.
Drive safe.
"No, he didn't do that, did he?" His boyfriend nodded. "I'm glad he didn't scare you off. After Blaine hurt me so badly, I know he was a little over-protective, but geeze."
Noah pulled him over for a kiss, smiling. "You're worth a hell of a lot more than a chance at buckshot in the ass, Princess. And I'd do a lot more if someone ever hurt you again."
Kurt tucked his head into the crook of Noah's neck before kissing the sweet spot under his ear. "Just out of curiosity, who's I-Pod do you have? I know you don't listen to country?"
"Sam's... I think. That's what started this whole thing. I was seeing if I could figure it out. He's the only person I can think of that would have two versions of 'Red Solo Cup'."
Kurt chuckled and kissed Noah. "I'll have to thank him on Monday. Until then, you're mine. Show me how much you love me."
And Noah proceeded to do just that.