I know, I know, i shouldn't be posting a new story before the second chapter of my first story is up, but I got inspiration for this, and I had to write it. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Please, no flames.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Glee. If I did, I would have forced Darren Criss to marry me by now.


Burt sat with Kurt in the family room. It was a Friday night, and that was designated bonding time for both Finn and Carole, and Burt and Kurt. This week, Kurt had said he wanted to know all about his mother. How his father met his mother, how she had come to have him, all about the early years of his life, up to the point where she had fallen ill. He felt as though he was forgetting her. As if she was slipping away, especially, he said, since Carole had joined the family. So Burt obliged. He began to talk:

"I met your mom when I was eighteen. I was a senior, and she was a freshman, fourteen and fresh out of middle school. She was a cheerleader, I was a football player, so you could say our relationship was inevitable. I just found her so… So intriguing. She was beautiful and so confident. Not just that, but she was so nice, and kind, she was constantly surrounded by friends. I was sure she would never give me a second glance. But, when it was time for homecoming, my friends encouraged me to ask her out. So I did. I bought a big bouquet of flowers, and I went to her door…"


Burt shuffled from foot to foot, the bouquet of roses hidden behind his back. He had knocked a few minutes ago, and as the time dragged on, his nerves only increased. What if she said no? What would he do then? Maybe this was a bad idea. Why had he let Chris talk him into it? Maybe he should just run. As he began to turn away, the door opened, and there stood Elizabeth's father.

"Uh, hey Mr. Truman. Is Elizabeth there?" Burt said quickly, anxiously flattening his hair with his free hand.

"She is. What do you want to see her about?" Mr. Truman looked him up and down, seeming to appraise him. Burt had heard that Elizabeth's father was very protective of his little girl. She was his youngest child, his baby. He was going to have to do this carefully.

"If it is Ok by you, Mr. Truman, I would, with her consent, like to take your daughter to Homecoming." Burt said, switching on the charm. He smiled his best "I'm-a-nice-young-boy" smile.

"If she says yes, you may take her on one condition: She must be back by eleven. No later, Burt, you hear me?" Mr. Truman clasped Burt's shoulder, straight into his eyes with that piercing gaze. The blue-green-grey eyes that Elizabeth had inherited from him looked so much harsher when they stared at Burt like that.

"Of course, Mr. Truman. You have my word." Burt looked straight back into his eyes, honest and sincere. Mr. Truman nodded.

"Good. I'll go get her. And call me Charlie, son, everyone does." Burt let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then quickly took it in again as Charlie disappeared around the door. Now came the hard part. Actually getting Elizabeth to say yes.

When the girl in question finally appeared at the door, Burt took in a sharp breath. She looked gorgeous. She was still in her William McKinley high cheerleading uniform, but she had brushed her long brown locks out of their restricted ponytail, and they fell in waves down her back and over her torso.

"Um, these are for you." Burt said quickly, thrusting the roses at her. God, why did his brain go to total mush when this girl was around? She took the flowers with a smile, raising them to her face and sniffing them appreciatively.

"They're beautiful.." She murmured, looking at him over the bouquet.

"Just like you." Burt said, before he could think. She went the most delicate shade of pink, her pale skin flushing adorably.

"Thank you…" She murmured. "So what was it you wanted?" Burt gulped. This was it. From her reactions so far, things were going well. But what if she already had a date? Oh god.. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? He realized he had been silent for too long when she began to look at him strangely, those mesmerizing eyes twinkling with – was that amusement? Burt sighed, allowing himself to relax a little.

"Um, I just, uh, wanted to know if you, er, had a date for homecoming yet." He said haltingly. Her grin widened.

"I don't." She smiled.

"Oh! Um, that's.. That's good. Um, what I mean to say is, er, will you go with me?" He looked at her, trying to gage her answer by the look on her face. Suddenly, she threw her arms about him.

"Of course I will! I thought you'd never ask!" She whispered in his ear. He folded his arms about her waist, loving the feeling of her so close to him.

"Um, wh-what do you mean?" He asked when she pulled away. She laughed.

"You mean you haven't seen the looks I give you in the hallways? The way I cheer the loudest when you have the ball at football games? The way I'm always making excuses to talk to you?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Uh, no… Wait, um, you like me? I thought you were just, you know, being you. Friendly, kind…" She laughed again at this, and he couldn't help but laugh too. The sound of it was just so melodic, so beautiful.. It was infectious.

"Of course I do dummy. I knew you liked me too. You always blushed and went super quiet when I talked to you, and I was always catching you looking at me in the hallways." She tossed her hair.

"Uh, you noticed that?" He could feel his cheeks reddening at the thought. She reached out and brushed her fingertips over his cheeks.

"I did. Now, I have an English essay to finish. Pick me up at six on Friday? We can have dinner before we go to the dance." At this, she did a little dance move, swaying, grabbing Burt's hands and moving them into a ballroom dancing position.

"Sure. I-I mean, um, sounds great. I'll pick you up then. See you." He grinned shyly at her as she disappeared back through the doorway, then walked back down the driveway and to his car, his heart still pumping.

He had done it! He had asked the girl of his dreams to homecoming!He was beyond ecstatic; he did a little jump as he got to his car. He was going to have a lot to tell the boys tomorrow.


"Wait, you asked mom to Homecoming the same week of the actual dance?" Kurt's voice was beyond incredulous.

"Well, yeah. I was nervous! I had to build up the courage!" Burt exclaimed. He noted Kurt's wider smile at the word "courage". He wondered why that was, but decided not to press it. He looked at the clock. God! Was it 23:30 already? "Oh gosh! We should get to bed, Kurt, we both have to work in the garage tomorrow!"

With that, they hurried to their respective bedrooms, both of their minds and their dreams filled with one young Elizabeth Truman.