This needed to happen, so I'm doing it. Based off of way too many awesome fanart I've seen on tumblr. I don't own, so yeah.
Burt sighed, trying to avoid the wide blue eyes and trembling lips of his only son. Kurt had whirled into the house, giving Burt one glance of red dye number four and some shade of electric blue before racing through his house and into his room. He sat down outside Kurt's door for almost an hour before it creaked open to reveal a blotchy-faced Kurt. Burt didn't try to force him outside, he had taken his seat in one of the many chairs scattered around the room. From the firm set of his jaw, he knew what Kurt planned to say. They'd had this conversation time and time again, and it always seemed to bubble up whenever McKinley high school seemed to chew him up and spit him out, complete with a few slurs tossed in. Kurt loved his aunt, and loved her flat a block away from Fifth Avenue even more.
Elizabeth Kyle had left a life behind when she married Burt, and he didn't even attempt to pry. He had enough horse sense to know not to ask or look too hard when it came to Lizzie's murky past. Still, he caught glimpses of it when Selena would visit, breezing through the door fresh with stories to tell about her life in New York and bestowing Kurt with some exclusive bit of something she always seemed to have access to. Burt had reluctantly sent Kurt back with 'Aunt Sel' a handful of times, and his son would come back bursting with stories and equally full luggage. It wasn't really all that much of a shock when Sel offered to let Kurt live with her, sighting a good school with a strong anti-bullying policy as a good change for Kurt.
The unnatural shade of blue splashed across the white cashmere sweater Burt bought him for Christmas was the last straw for Burt. Kurt's shoulders heaved as he chocked out the string of events, interrupted with heartbreaking sobs, "I thou- ou- ght high school w- w- was supposed to be diff- rent," it was accompanied by another fresh round of tears. It was Kurt's freshman year, things were supposed to be new and exciting. Instead, he was miserable, Burt was miserable, and Sel's offer still stood.
Burt gently squeezed his son's shoulders and prayed to Elizabeth that this was the right choice for their baby boy. "Aunt Sel said that school nearby had an empty spot, buddy."