a/n: This story is Pre- Blaine, but maybe itll be a klaine story at some point if people like this first chap and want me to continue. However, so far, my readers want Kurttany, so thats what i am going for. Maybe if there is a want for an alternate version, i will do both. Let me know, please?

also, i read in alot of fics that Brittany is completely a clueless idiot. Not in mine. Shes kindof dumb as normal, but she isnt a COMPLETE idiot like alot of people make her in fanfics. shes just a little special and lives in a world all her own, like on the show. but she isnt stupid. Thats bullying, and i will not accept it. :)

Oh, and thearicality already happened. Furt are already sharing a room, and the Hudsons are already living together, but not married yet.

hope you guys enjoy.

and this is rated m for a reason. :)

Burt's pov

After spending all of my time with Finn for the last few weeks, its nice knowing Kurt is still reaching out hang out with his dear old dad.

But, then again, the notes usually say something creepy or mysterious... and he hasn't done one of these mystery nights in quite a while. Why now all of the sudden...

And this note is.. very specific..

I walked down the stairs and into Kurt's room, and what i find confused the hell out of me...

What?

"Whoa... Am i interrupting something?"

Kurt started sitting up, pulling a GIRL off of his lap.

A girl!

"You sure are." he said.

Ok, no i'm not. what the hell is he doing? That looks like the girl who's behind he smacked when he was blasting music down here like, 6 months ago. Or did he smack the Asian girls behind... Ok, whatever. Hes making out with a girl.

I guess the sign was accurate.

"Ok, i'm confused. I uh... came home to find this note on your doorknob. 'do not enter under any circumstances. i am making out with a girl.' I thought it was just the start of one of your murder mystery dinners."

He is still dressed like a trucker, sonething he started about a week ago, he's got his arm around a girl. Probably a cheerleader, and she must be insane to not know that Kurt like, flammable gay. And that's not insulting. it's fact. he says it about himself all the time.

But right now, he looks straight.

He really does.

"Dad, i really need you to respect my privacy. Brittany and i were just uh, having sexual relations."

This girl, apparently her name is Brittany, was smiling like this was normal for her to be caught in the act. I wanted to crack up. Not because i doubted him, but because that just sounds absolutely ridiculous. What 15-year-old tells their father that their doing inappropriate things with their girlfriend.

And is this his girlfriend now?

Ok. i am so lost. He came out to me officially 6 months ago. i knew all along, but still. I was so proud of him for having such courage, but... ok, the girl just waved at me.

"Hi." I breathed to her. Is she taking advantage of him?

I looked at Kurt and ushered him to come chat with me across the room for a bit. I need to know what the hell is going on.

"Kurt, I've uh. i've been sort of dealing for months with you being gay and everything... Now you're telling me that's not the case?"

He never faltered his face. his face remained somber, and he was using his lower register voice that he usually had reserved for when he was ill or making fun of me, or another male. "Dad, you and i have more in common than i would've thought. The flannel.. The Mellancamp..."

Ok. i get it now. I should've realized this last week when he started dressing like this and asking me about John Mellancamp. I thought it was just some assignment for that Glee club or something, but this seemed unrelated. Something else was going on.

"The ladies" he dragged out the last word.

I followed his squinted stare to look at Brittany.

Ok. sure. The ladies... What the hell are you saying Kurt? He has never once been interested in girls. not even a little. So i know he is not suddenly bisexual.

Ok screw it. I'm just going to play along. This phase will pass.

"Ok, well. You're free to be whoever you are. Just let me know when you make up your mind? I'm gonna do the best i can. But i'm good either way."

He truly looks straight. He looks like a teenage boy who wanted to be alone with his girlfriend would look. He's not cracking. But this boy is not Kurt at all. This isn't my son. Why is he trying to be straight? I don't understand this at all.

But whatever. i'll play along. i know they wont actually do anything. Hes putting up this front for some reason i don't understand yet but, ill play along.

I turned back to the couch. "Nice to meet you."

She waved back politely with a blushing smile, and then i turned back to Kurt. "You kids be... careful?" I can't believe i am saying this. "And you've got to respect her! OK, if things get serious, use protection."

Kurt seriously just smiled and looked like he was glad i was leaving.

Did i kind of just give my 15 year old son permission to have sex as long as he is safe?

No. No, there's no way he is actually going to be thinking of that. He and i hadn't even had 'the talk' yet. But we haven't because i know that he has never been interested in sex. He still rolls his eyes, and turns away when he sees Carole and i kiss each other.

I got to the top of the steps, and shut his door. I need a beer.

Kurt Pov

"Does he mean like a burglar alarm?"

I rolled my eyes at her... Oh she is so clueless. I don't know anything bout sex, and i knew what my dad meant.

I went back to the couch to sit under Brittany again, and resume kissing. i guess if this is what my dad wants, i could get used to kissing Brittany It didn't necessarily feel bad. It just didn't make me feel any butterflies like i used to get when i looked at Finn. (god i hated admitting that i ever liked Finn. that idea just seems creepy to me now that we are more likely than not, going to become stepbrothers someday.) Kissing Brittany was fun though. I mean, it is. and i could imagine that this is a boy, and when i did that, and it felt even nicer.

"Do you have condoms?" She asked me biting her bottom lip, and her hand drifting back to my...

I didn't push her hand away like i did the first time she reached there, but i stopped it at the top of my thigh not letting it travel any further. Did she seriously think that my dad really meant for us to use protection? No, she couldn't think that. She didn't even know what protection meant a few seconds ago.

"Con- Britt, Were not actually gonna have sex."

She looked extremely confused. "Why not?"

I wanted to face palm, but Brittany was special. Its not her fault. I have to remain nice. "Because i don't have any protection boo."

Her hand started sliding towards my zipper again, as she said, "We don't need protection. we just need a condom."

I sighed, and as i was about to start shaking my head, when her hand landed to rest right on top of my...

Ok, that feels nice.

Nonono. i cant do this.

"Britt." I told her moving her hand again. "I've never done this before. And we don't have a condom anyway."

Brittany just kept coming closer until she was sitting on top of my, now growing problem since she was rubbing it a minute ago.

"We don't need a condom. You can just pull out before your Jimmy throws up. Guys do it all the time."

Did she just say my 'jimmy'?

I was in deep thought for a minute trying to figure out what the heck she was talking about. "My Jimmy throws up?"

"Yeah you know." She said, But i really didn't know. But before i could voice that fact, i once again, felt her hand on my... apparently my Jimmy.

Wow. That sounds ridiculous.

But i couldn't concentrate anymore. my brain was starting to go a little fuzzy as Brittany kept rubbing me through my coveralls.

I have never really done this to myself before because i just never felt comfortable, but right now, i felt like i needed Brittany to stop because i am getting too comfortable. My eyes being closed, and my imagination is playing tricks on me. I'm not seeing that its Brittany doing this. I am just feeling it being done.

"Aren't i making you feel good?"

Oh. there's my reality. a girls voice.

I snapped out of it again.

"Wait, Britt, i don't know what i'm doing. this isn't right. I cant do this to you."

Brittany just dipped to kiss me again, and with one of her hands, she took off my cap to twine her fingers in my hair.

"You don't have to do anything. I'll show you."

And once again, she was rubbing me through my overalls. But this time i wasn't going to push her hand away.