SUMMARY: After his NYADA rejection, Kurt gets an unexpected scholarship offer.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, both Santa and the Easter Bunny forgot to bring me ownership of Glee. Still holding out for the Tooth Fairy!

"Dad… DAD" Kurt's whisper turned to a yell as he re-read the letter he'd just received. "DAD!"

Burt Hummel came hurtling out of the kitchen, and stumbled to a stop next to Kurt,

"What is it? Who's at the hospital? Whe…." He stopped as he took in Kurt's wide eyes staring at the single sheet of paper that he had removed from the envelope. "What's that? If it's NYADA, you're not going, they turned you down why would you want to accept them after they were so stupid to say no?" Kurt shook his head and waved the paper around his mouth moving but sound wasn't coming out. In the end Burt simply snatched the letter out of his hand and read it himself.

Halfway down the page Burt's eyes widened and they flickered from Kurt to the letter several times before he blurted, "Seriously? They're offering… Really? Wow"

"I know, I didn't think I'd get any opportunities after NYADA. But it's so unexpected, especially that kind of offer."

"A scholarship as well. When d'you think they saw you perform? 'Cos you didn't often, except maybe that time at the park."

"I don't know. Maybe it's a hoax, from one of the football guys as they're leaving. 'final bash at the gay guy!'." Kurt muttered sarcastically. "I'm surprised they didn't send it sooner"

"Hey, don't be like that, we could always check. There's a phone number at the bottom, and don't you always call them Neandertalls or something, so they wouldn't think to put a phone number on. D'you wanna find out? And should I ring or d'you want to?" Kurt looked unsure, as though ringing the number would just make everything real, like the letter in his hand wasn't real enough. He glanced between his father and the letter undecided for a few moments before making up his mind. Kurt had decided that he was old enough and brave enough to find out whether or not something was a joke, but he was still young enough to get his Dad to phone up for him. He looked at Burt pleadingly,

"Can you ring, please? I don't really want to find out that it's all fake, but if it is, I'd rather you told me than some secretary who'd rather be canoodling with her boss than working." Burt smiled slightly before leading Kurt into the kitchen to fetch the phone and to make some coffee.

"So, while I ring up you can make the coffee. It'll calm your nerves. Yes, decaff for me." Burt rolled his eyes as Kurt opened his mouth to protest Burt's caffeine intake. Closing his mouth, Kurt put the kettle on and began the process of making the coffee while Burt dialled the phone number on the letter.

"Hello, my name's Burt Hummel. I'd like to speak to John Randall please."

"It's in connection to a letter my son has received."

"Kurt Hummel."

"That's the one."

"Yep."

Kurt looked over at Burt's face as he was speaking, his hand hovering over the jar of coffee which he was about to spoon into the cups. It was hard to tell what was happening, but they seemed to recognise his name which was a good sign, however, maybe it was an accident, or there was someone else called Kurt Hummel or….

Kurt breathed in and out. Trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts and ideas, but they kept coming. In an attempt to dispel these thoughts, he shook his head and concentrated more on making the coffee. As he finished making the coffee, he tuned back into the conversation.

"…definitely the one." There was a longer pause, during which Kurt tried to read Burt's expression but had never seen his father look like that before.

"If it's alright with you I'll discuss it with Kurt and then we'll get back to you?"

"Thank you very much Mr Randall, Goodbye"

Burt hung up the phone and turned to look at Kurt, who quickly passed him his cup of coffee. Slowly, Burt inhaled and then took a sip, seeming to enjoy the anxiety he was putting Kurt through whilst he enjoyed his hot drink. Finally, Kurt broke,

"So, what did they say? Is it a hoax, am I still going to waste away my life in Lima?" Kurt gabbled.

"Well, first I spoke to a very nice secretary who did not seem like she would rather be off doing other activities. Then I was put through to a Mr Randall who is the head of the department, and the man who sent you the letter." Here Kurt interrupted.

"Stop the build-up and just tell me. Pretty please, with a spare tyre on top."

"It's all true." Burt grinned at his son as he gaped at him and accidently let some coffee dribble out of the side of his mouth. "Mr Randall saw you a few years ago when he was here watch some seniors, and he was impressed by your performance. But he was told that you were unlikely to be considering applying for this kind of scholarship in the future, and it was only when they had someone drop out recently that he thought of you. He then mentioned that he happened to bump into one of your teachers at an event recently, and they got talking and your name cropped up. Long story short, you got a scholarship."

Just then, Finn wandered into the kitchen, catching the last few words of the sentence, "Who's got a scholarship?"

Burt and Kurt looked at each other, as though daring each other to tell Finn before Kurt snapped and squealed,

"I have. I have a scholarship! I'm going to College!" As it started to sink in, his small smile started to stretch across his face and he spun on the spot. "I'm actually getting out of Lima and going to College. It's not a hoax!"

Finn looked rather confused as he looked over to Burt for an explanation. Burt opened his mouth to explain but got cut off when Kurt engulfed him in a hug. He motioned that he'd explain later over Kurt's shoulder. Finn shrugged and grabbed a glass of water then shuffled out of the kitchen away from Kurt's celebrations.