"Hey, Kurt," Burt greeted his son when he glanced up briefly from the show he was watching. It took a few moments to realize that Kurt was still there, he hadn't moved on to the kitchen or up to his room.

Looking over again, sure enough, Kurt was just leaning against the wall at the entrance of the room, hands behind his back, just looking back at him with this odd smile on his face.

He could feel the frown creeping over him. What was with him? He had seen his son in many moods... dancing-off-the-wall jubilant, ranting mad, even openly pained... but what was this? He was so quiet and still, his mouth pressed shut like he was holding something in. Usually the only thing that rendered his chatty son silent was sadness or hurt, but there was that weird little smile. A sense of dread began to build.

"Something wrong?" he asked cautiously.

The smile grew and his eyes all but shined. Kurt just shook his head. "Kurt!" he prompted now, not liking this new mood he couldn't identify.

Kurt drew in a breath as if he were swelling up with the secret he was keeping and then it came out in a reverential whisper, "I have a boyfriend." And there was that smile again.

Burt could not have been struck more dumb than if Kurt had punched him in the gut. Boyfriend! Boyfriend? One name leapt immediately to mind. He was no whiz when it came to relationships but who else did his son talk about- "Blaine?"

His eyes gleaming with his secret, Kurt nodded. Then all at once he burst into life, his eyes lighting up and his smile breaking wide open. He radiated such joy that it knocked Burt back. Suddenly it felt like he was looking at his son from a dozen yards away.

A million thoughts and emotions collided inside him, warring for dominance, but one word kept repeating itself: Boyfriend

Was he ready for this? Did he have a choice? On the one hand, he wanted his son to be happy, to have all the things everyone else did, but - on the other hand, he wanted to protect him for all the hurt that was out there in the world, from the heartbreak. But then, Kurt was already hurting.

A flash of his son sitting on the couch next to him, tilting his head on his shoulder, lonely and so desperate to be loved that he looked for it in places that could never return it - in a dead mother, in straight boys. And, though it killed him to admit it, no matter how much he loved his son, it was never going to be enough for him.

Blaine. On the one hand, he was the kind of friend Kurt needed; someone like him, who could talk to him and understand in a way he just couldn't. But on the other hand, this was the boy who had the nerve to show up at his work and lecture him about being a parent! But then, no matter how irritating that was, Blaine had done it because he had been worried about Kurt, about him getting hurt. He cared enough to want to protect Kurt - but that was his job!

Boyfriend! Sneaking into their life to steal away a part of his child's heart! Blaine! Who had already found a way into Kurt's bed! He'd buy a shotgun before he let that kid back in their house!

Burt stopped just then.

But look at my son's face
He loves him, he wants him

And he did love him, Kurt never did anything half way. What could he do? Suddenly he was back in chair again just a few feet away.

"And you're sure?" Burt began, "I mean, is he sure? Wasn't he 'experimenting' not too long ago?"

Kurt just smiled again, that weird smile again. "I'm sure! He's sure!"

Suddenly Burt found a word for that smile - dreamy. Dear God That did nothing to reassure him, but before he find another reason to object. Kurt was in motion, across the room, throwing his arms around his neck, hugging him.

"Oh, Dad, it's just like you said! Until I find someone as open and as brave as I am - Blaine is all those things!"

Whatever Burt was going to say next was lost as soon as Kurt pulled back and his saw his face.

And look at my son's eyes
So hopeful

So happy. There was no way he could say no to that.

"Alright, then," Burt cleared his throat. "Bring him by so Carole can meet him."

With a squeal, Kurt was bouncing up and down and then gasped. "We can have a dinner party! I'll need a menu and center piece and..."

Kurt was out of the room in whirl, off to the kitchen to make a shopping list. Burt chuckled, now that was the son he knew.

My boy's in love. Burt closed his eyes. God help me. Then the chuckled was back. He was probably going to have wear a suit.

A/N: I've only just started watching Glee and only seen a handful of episodes; most of what I know is from watching clips on YouTube. So I hope I got the characters right. In keeping with the show's celebration of music, I tried to work in a little "Fiddler on the Roof" ((6:13) youtube .com/watch?v=8kT4FK5HJLo), because no father can say no when they look in their child's face see all the love and hope that's there.

The story title is a song that Darren Criss sings (youtube .com/watch?v=7eSpojJiXiE&feature=related)

Reviews are always appreciated, thanks for reading.