It was two in the afternoon and Kurt was still stuck in history class with his best friend Rachel Berry. They had been sitting in class for the last hour, listening to Mrs Hagberg, rage on about World War II.
Kurt and Rachel began to whisper ideas for Glee Club this week. Mr Schuester had assigned them to split into two groups, boy's vs girls and pick a song.
"I've got it, Madonna!" Kurt whispered, looking happy with himself.
Rachel looked puzzled.
"Sweetie, we've already done Madonna" Rachel laughed, patting Kurt on the back for trying.
Kurt sighed and remembered that Madonna week last year, which of course he aced.
Just as they were chatting along, the 3 o'clock bell rung and everybody immediately shot from their chairs and headed out the door.
"What's wrong with school?" Rachel asked, picking up her notebook and pen.
"It's boring!" Kurt yelled, waking Mrs Hagberg from her nap on the desk.
Kurt and Rachel both looked at each other and giggled.
It was finally the end of the week.
"Dad I'm home!" Kurt yelled, walking inside the front door.
"In here son" Burt replied back.
Kurt dropped his bag on the table and went off to find his dad, whom sitting at the counter in the kitchen, eyeing him to sit down.
Kurt sat down.
"Is something wrong dad?" he asked, putting his hands into his lap.
"Your Glee teacher rang earlier and said you were having trouble with a guy at school, apparently he beats you up" Burt replied, his eyes saddening.
Kurt instantly felt his heart race and he started to feel embarrassed.
He spoke up.
"Dad I'm sorry, I just assumed it didn't really matter" Kurt replied.
Burt's eyes flared up.
"Not matter, not matter! Kurt this guy is throwing you against lockers and calling you horrible names and you think it doesn't matter?" he yelled, getting up from his seat.
Kurt's head bowed in shame.
"Dad you don't understand what I'm going through with this guy" Kurt said, hoping his dad would sit back down again.
Burt looked back around at him.
"I may not understand that, but I am your father Kurt. I need you to tell me these things so I can help you. I mean isn't that what fathers do?" Burt replied, waiting for his son to answer.
"You're right dad; I should tell you these things. I'm sorry; I just thought you'd be ashamed of me for not doing something about it" he stuttered, scared that his dad would yell at him again.
Burt sighed and sat back down.
"I would never be ashamed of you Kurt, you know that" Burt said, reaching over to hug his son.
Kurt went to wrap his arms around his dad to hug him back.
"I love you Kurt." Burt told him.
Kurt smiled and replied, "I love you too Dad, thanks for being there."