AN: Hello once again, my peeps! Here is chapter two. Thanks KioshiUshima for the nice review. Really appreciate it. So, I was curious about something. I already have plans for most of this story, all the way up to sectionals. But, I was wondering if y'all wanted some confrontation between the Warblers and New Directions, especially some confrontation between Blaine and Harry and/or Kurt and Sebastian. I thought it might be a bit interesting. I have some half formed ideas on that front, but I wanted some feedback before I went all the way through with it. Also, I wanted to say something about the music in this story. There will be a lot of songs in this story, but it is not song driven, and therefore NOT a songfic. The songs are just an added bonus. With that, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was kind of a pain in the ass to write.
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control." - Unknown
Chapter 2
When Kurt stepped into his house, his father was in the living room watching 'Deadliest Catch.' He looked up at Kurt when he came in.
"Hey, buddy. How was your day?" Burt asked, pausing his show. Kurt paused and sighed, a dreamy expression on his face. Burt raised an eyebrow.
"Dad, you remember my new friend I told you about?"
"Yeah. The one who stopped those jerks from bullying you, right? Henry, right?"
"Harry. Well, he and I were hanging out today, and… Dad, we kissed. It was so amazing. We're dating now." Kurt gushed excitedly. Burt sat there, dumbfounded. Then he smiled slightly.
"Well, that's great, kiddo. When do I get to meet him? Do I get to polish my shotguns?"
"DAD. No. He's a great guy. You'll like him. He likes football too. Oh, and he's looking for a job to help his mom out. He's really good with cars, Dad, so I told him how you were looking for help at the garage. He said he'd try to go tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"That's perfect." Burt said. Kurt looked at him suspiciously.
"Dad, please don't try scaring him off. I really like him."
"Don't worry buddy. I won't. I promise."
"I can see your fingers crossed, Dad."
"…Oh. Well, I won't scare him too much. Just a bit." Burt said, looking a bit sheepish. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Try it. But please don't turn him away tomorrow unless he's terrible at fixing cars. I think he could really use the job." With that, he turned away and walked to his room. Once he finished his nightly ablutions, he texted Mercedes.
"You were right, girl ;)" His phone almost immediately dinged in response.
"Right about…?"
"Taking a leap!" It wasn't even ten seconds before his computer told him Mercedes was asking for a FaceTime chat. He started laughing as he went to answer it.
"OH MY GOD, KURT! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! What happened? How? Where? When?" Mercedes rambled. Kurt merely waited for her to catch her breath before replying.
"He took me to his house to talk about some things, and I met his mom and dog. When we were in his room… I don't know. Sparks flew." He proceeded to detail everything about his first kiss with Mercedes, making sure to leave out what he'd learned about Harry.
"Okay, hold up, white boy. Why did he take you to his house in the first place? What did he want to talk about that he couldn't talk about at school?" Kurt silently cursed Mercedes' ability to pick up on things like that.
"You'll hear about it soon. It was personal stuff for him, but he agreed that he'd talk about it to the club tomorrow. I told him how we all trust each other. How we would all understand." Kurt paused for a second. "Mercedes, please promise me you'll listen to his whole story before you do or say anything." He looked at her imploringly. She seemed confused but consented. They looked at the time and realized it was getting late.
"I guess we should go to sleep. Early morning rehearsal tomorrow. I'll see you there?"
"Of course. I better see you and Harry all over each other tomorrow!"
"Merecedes!"
After finishing their goodbyes, both clicked off their respective computers. As Kurt slept that night, he dreamt of emerald eyes and short black hair.
Harry woke up energized and feeling lighter than he had in years. After he finished getting ready for school, he walked down to the kitchen for breakfast and saw his mom sitting there. She looked up at him and smiled softly.
"So, did you make a move?" She asked softly, taking his hand in hers. He squeezed.
"Yes. And I told him. Everything. And he still wants to be with me. I'm telling the others a toned down version today. I think they deserve the truth if they're going to be friends with me." He said, looking into her eyes. She got up and hugged him. She leaned back and looked him up and down.
"Harry, I'm proud of you." She cut off his interruption with a single look. "Yes, you messed up. Big time. But you've changed, honey. You were trying to do the right thing even when you made that terrible mistake, and when you realized how wrong it was, you came to me. You did the right thing. I know it was tough for you after your father passed. You two were close as can be. He would be so proud of the man you are now. You are so like him, Harry. The only thing I wish you didn't inherit from your dad was his penchant to blame himself for things more harshly than he deserved. You do it, too. I want you to live and love. That's all I've ever wanted for you, baby. It's all James wanted for you, too. And now you have that chance, honey. Take it. Kurt seems like a great kid. Just be happy, Harry." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and handed him some toast, shooing him out the door, past Gibson who looked miffed at not getting any scraps. Harry turned around to her as she was about to close the door.
"Thanks, mom. I love you."
"I love you too, baby." She said as he walked to his car.
When Harry pulled into the school parking lot, he easily spotted Kurt's car. He saw that Kurt was sitting in his car, texting on his phone. Harry parked there and hopped out of his car, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
He walked over to Kurt's window and tapped on it. Kurt started and looked up quickly, smiling upon seeing it was Harry. He rolled down his window.
"Hey. " He said, blushing a bit. Harry smiled at him.
"Hey yourself. Sorry for scaring you." Harry leaned through the open window and placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. He felt Kurt smile softly against his lips. He pulled back after a moment.
"It's fine. I was just texting Mercedes. She wanted to know what I thought she should wear." Kurt said, blushing. Harry thought it was adorable.
"Ah. Well, at least she knows who to call." He opened the door for Kurt, helping him out of the car. He noticed that he seemed to be a bit nervous. "What's wrong?"
"I just… I didn't know if you'd want to be seen… you know, with me." Kurt said, looking down. He felt Harry's hand on his chin, lifting his head back up to meet his eyes.
"Of course I do. I'm not ashamed of being with you. Why should I be? You're amazing and absolutely stunning. I'm not going to let other people's ignorance dictate our relationship. Are you?" Harry asked, sincerity written in his eyes. Kurt smiled up at him.
"No. No, I won't. You're mine now, Mr. Potter." He leaned up and kissed Harry again, pulling away after a moment with a happy sigh.
Smiling, Harry, threw his arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him close. Together, they walked to the main entrance of the school, heading for the choir room. When they entered, everyone turned and stared at them. Finally, it was Santana who broke the silence.
"About time! The sexual tension between you two was killing us." She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air, though her eyes were dancing with amusement. Everyone started laughing and congratulated the two.
A minute later, Mr. Schuester walked into the room and smiled upon seeing Harry and Kurt sitting next to each other, Harry with his arm still around Kurt. He walked up to the white board in the front of the room, picking up the marker. With a flourish, he wrote the word "Invitational." He turned back to the class.
"Alright guys, this week we will be selecting songs for our invitational, which will be three weeks from now. We'll have one solo, so everyone will be able to audition next week. For now, we're just going to work on some moves that might come in handy for sectionals this year. Just think about what song you'd like to sing, okay? Alright, from the top!" He finished, clapping his hands together.
For the next forty-five minutes, the club copied Mr. Schuester as he went through some routine dance motions, with Mike helping those who were having a bit of trouble. They stopped with almost a half hour left before school started so they could talk about what songs they might want to do. Harry went up to Mr. Schuester, clearing his throat awkwardly to get his attention. The teacher turned around and smiled warmly at him.
"How can I help you, Harry?" He asked. Harry shifted on his feet, looking back at Kurt for support. Kurt nodded at him, giving him an encouraging smile.
"Well, Mr. Schuester, I thought I could tell you all some things 'bout myself, stuff that I think y'all should know." Harry said, looking at the teacher, half wanting him to say no, but another part of him wanting to share his terrible secret with those he now considered friends, wanting to relieve the burden of holding it in. Mr. Schuester smiled sympathetically at him and leaned in closer to whisper to him.
"Is this about your life back in Brooklyn? Your Aunt Emma filled me in on some of it so I could help keep an eye out for you." He said quickly, seeing the panic in Harry's eyes. Harry nodded slowly. "Okay. I think it's a good idea for the others to know, too. This way you have some people to talk to. These guys are all really good kids, Harry. I'm sure they'll hear you out." He took a hold of Harry's shoulder and squeezed, offering some support. "You're very brave, Harry. Not everyone would own up to their mistakes like this." He turned back to the rest of the class.
"Guys! Harry wants to talk with all of us about something, okay? Please, let him speak." With that, Mr. Schuester gestured everyone to take a seat in a circle, with him on one side of Harry and Kurt on the other. Everyone looked curious; they all wanted to know more about their new teammate.
Harry looked around shyly, running a hand through his hair, making the short strands even messier than usual. Kurt took a hold of his hand and squeezed it, giving him some comfort. Harry turned and smiled at him, taking some courage from his support. He turned back to the rest of the group.
"I know you've all seen the tattoos on my arms, and I'm willing to bet you're curious about them. I mean, not many seventeen year olds have tattoos. Well, the one on my right arm is to commemorate my dad. He was killed in a hit and run accident a few years ago. The one on my left is… it's the mark of my old gang." With that, Harry told them of how he'd joined the gang, giving them a more un-detailed version than he'd told Kurt, and told them that he'd left, though he didn't say why. He also talked about his drug usage (though he slightly glossed over it) and his subsequent sobering up, and how his mom had helped him get out of there by moving them to Ohio. "I know that this might scare you guys," Harry said, a pleading look on his face, "but I wanted to let you know this about me, so you won't find out another way. I don't like keeping secrets or lying. I've done too much of that already."
The group looked stunned. None of them had expected the nice guy sitting before them to have gang affiliations. Kurt was rubbing Harry's arm to help keep him calm as the silence dragged on. Finn took the lead when it seemed that no one else would speak up. He stood and walked over to where Harry was sitting.
"Thanks for telling us, Harry. I'm sure it took a lot for you to tell us. Don't worry about it- we've got your back, man." He slapped Harry on the back, looking at the others for back up. Puck spoke up from where he was sitting.
"Yeah, man. Just 'cause you fu- I mean, messed up, doesn't mean you can't still be a good person. Everyone can attest I was a screw up before now."
"Puck's right. If we can forgive him for the crap he's pulled, we can definitely accept you." said Artie.
"You're a nice dolphin, Harry. They're just gay sharks, so you're not a shark anymore, I think." Brittany said, causing the others to all look at her and blink.
"You're a good person, Harry. I think nothing is truly beyond redemption." Quinn said, smiling softly at him.
"You're cool, white boy. Just remember; you hurt Kurt, I'll cut you." Mercedes told him. Harry nodded.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"For the sake of group harmony, I believe it would be best to keep you with us, Harry. You're already with Kurt and making him happy. Plus, your voice is too good to give up." Rachel said, smiling at Harry.
"What man-hands over here is saying, Tats, is that we got you. You aren't that bad to hang out with, anyways." Santana said, her usual sarcasm making the others chuckle.
The bell rang and everyone stood up. Harry looked around, touched at the acceptance he felt from everyone.
"Thank you… Thanks for hearing me out. I… I really appreciate it. It means a lot to me."
He felt Kurt wrap his arms around him and he slung his arm around the smaller boys frame. Mr. Schuester smiled proudly at the group, obviously happy that they were so understanding.
"Alright guys. Time to get to your classes. Go, now! And remember; Invitationals are soon, so finding songs for it is the assignment for next week. First person to audition for a solo will go on Monday." With that, Mr. Schuester opened the choir room door, saying goodbye to everyone as they passed him.
Classes seemed to fly by for Kurt. As soon as school let out, he and Harry walked hand in hand to their cars. Harry stopped him in front of his car.
"I'm going to swing by your dad's shop today. You definitely got that idea plastered in my head. I hope he'll like me." He said, excitement in his eyes, with a hint of trepidation as well. Kurt laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"Don't worry. He may seem really tough, but he's actually a big softy. I'm sure he's going to love you. Especially if you show him how well you know cars."
"Well, he might not like the fact I'm dating his only son."
"He's actually excited. He gets to play 'scary dad.' I think he's been waiting for this moment since at least last year." This didn't seem to soothe Harry. "Hey. He really is going to like you. I just know it, Harry. You're too easy to like." Kurt said. He leaned up again and kissed Harry on the lips, inwardly squealing when he felt the pressure returned.
"If you're sure…" Harry said, pulling back slightly, his arms still where they'd wrapped themselves around Kurt as they kissed. Kurt laughed and gave him another peck before untangling himself.
"I am. Plus, he knows I'll be angry if he shoots you." He laughed when Harry paled slightly. "Good luck!" He said as he hopped into his Navigator. He watched as Harry seemed to shake himself and made his way to his car.
Harry made his way to the shop that Kurt's father owned, steeling himself for the meeting. He hoped that Mr. Hummel liked him. He really wanted to work for him at the shop, and he just wanted him to approve of him dating his son. As he pulled up to the corner of the shop and killed the engine, he looked in the mirror, making sure that he had nothing on his face. 'Come on, Potter. You can do this.' He thought to himself, working up the courage to actually walk in. Finally, he did.
As soon as he walked into the shop, he fell in love with the place. There were cars all around and tools galore. The mechanics working there only gave him a fleeting glance before turning their attention back to their respective jobs. He looked around for where Mr. Hummel's office and walked to the door at the back of the shop. Once he reached it, he knocked.
"Come in." A voice inside called out. Harry stepped in, hoping his courage wouldn't fail him.
"Hello, sir. I'm Harry Potter. I… ah… just started dating your son. He said that you're looking for a mechanic." Harry said, trying to not wring his hands. He waited as Mr. Hummel seemed to size him up.
"So, you're the one my boy's been raving about? Sit down." He gestured towards the chairs in front of his desk. Harry did as he was told. "Kurt did tell me that you were looking for a job. Do you mind telling me why? You're a little young to be a mechanic."
"Well, sir, I want to help my mom out. Money's a bit tight right now, so I thought she might appreciate it. As for being a mechanic- my dad taught me everything I know about cars and used to let me work on his car with him all the time. I can do pretty much anything required, sir. Oil changes, tires, engine repair, and battery changes." Harry said. He paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at Burt. "Sir, I also wanted to just tell you some about my past. I feel you deserve to know, seeing as I'm dating your son now." With that, Harry told Burt about his past in Brooklyn. Burt listened intently, thinking when Harry finished. He looked up after a while, noticing how Harry seemed to be shifting uncomfortably.
"Harry, I'm gonna be frank with you. Your past… No, it's not perfect. Honestly though, I think that you seem to be putting it behind yourself, trying to move on. As long as you don't hurt my son, I think we can look past it. Okay?" Burt finished. Harry smiled at him slightly, relieved.
"Yes sir."
Before Harry could do more than smile, Burt moved onto the topic he was really interested in discussing with the boy sitting before him. "Now, what are your intentions towards my son, while we're on the topic?" He inwardly applauded himself when Harry paled a bit. But he had to admit that he admired the determination that glimmered in the kid's eyes when he answered.
"Sir, your son is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. My only intention is to be the best boyfriend I can be for him, even though I believe he deserves much better." He looked straight into Burt's eyes as he answered.
"Well, then you have no complaints from me. Also, you can cut the 'sir' crap. Everyone just calls me Burt. Just know one thing, Harry; If you ever hurt my son, I will use my shotgun. I don't care how tough you were in Brooklyn." With that said, Burt stood and held his hand out. Harry smiled at him before standing as well and taking the offered hand. "Now, let's see what you can do." With that, the two men went into the garage.
Kurt waited anxiously for his father to get home, wanting to know how the meeting between him and Harry went. When the door opened, he immediately bombarded his dad with questions as Carole and Finn watched, barely containing their laughter.
"So? Did you like him? You didn't scare him, did you? Did he do well?" Burt looked at him, a somewhat amused expression on his face.
"Kurt, buddy, slow down. I can't answer you if you keep asking me questions." He chuckled when Kurt smiled at him sheepishly. "He seems like a good kid. I don't think I scared him too much. Just enough. And yes, he did a great job. I hired him." He laughed as his son hugged him tightly.
"Also, Harry told me about his past a bit. While I'm not too keen on it, I think he's truly trying to put it behind him, so I don't mind too much, Kurt. Just… just be careful, okay kid? I don't want you getting hurt." He hugged his son tighter. Kurt nodded against his shoulder.
"Thank you, Dad. You're the best."
"I know, buddy." He laughed again as his son stepped back and slapped him on the shoulder.
Later that night, while Kurt was finishing his moisturizing routine, he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and looked at the screen, smiling when he saw it was Harry. He answered with a cheerful, 'Hello.'
"Hey Kurt. I was wondering if you'd want to go out tomorrow." Harry said. Kurt perked up instantly, excited at the prospect of going out on his first date.
"I'd love to. Where are we going?"
"Not telling you. It's a surprise." He could tell Harry was smiling as he said this.
"Well, how am I going to know what to wear if I don't know where I'm going." Kurt asked. Harry chuckled on the other end.
"Dress comfortably, but nicely, I guess. Then again, you'd look amazing in anything." He blushed at Harry's comment.
"Why, thank you, good sir. I appreciate the compliment."
"I'll pick you up around noon. is that okay?"
"That's fine. Hopefully I'll have chosen the perfect outfit by then, despite your vagueness."
"I'm sure you will. I'll see you then. Good night."
"Good night." As soon as they hung up, Kurt went to his laptop and FaceTimed Mercedes. She picked up on the third ring.
"What's up, Boo?" She answered. She was already in her pajamas, sitting in her room.
"I need help picking out an outfit tomorrow. Harry is taking me out on some surprise date and I don't know what to wear." Kurt said hurriedly, his excitement making him babble slightly. Mercedes perked up at the mention of 'date.'
"Say no more, Sweet Cheeks. We'll find the perfect outfit. Hmm. Maybe we should include Quinn on this one." Kurt nodded his assent to this. "Hold on a sec." Mercedes said, already looking through her contacts. Quinn picked up quickly.
"What's up?" She said, a robe wrapped around her. Mercedes immediately filled her in.
"Harry is taking our boy Kurt out tomorrow on a surprise date. We need to help him pick out an outfit. You in?"
"You had me at 'surprise date.'" Quinn said, smiling and making herself comfortable on her bed, her laptop resting on her legs. "So… do we have any details on what kind of outfit you should wear?"
"Well, he said to dress nicely, but he emphasized comfortably." Kurt answered, a thoughtful look on his face as he moved to his closet.
With that, the next two hours were spent debating what would look best, but offer enough comfort to do most anything. They settled on a light purple designer button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of Marc Jacobs boots. They moved onto accessories, agreeing to a fedora, a black scarf, and deep purple leather jacket.
"Thank you, ladies, for your help on such short notice." Kurt said, putting the outfit on his desk with the clothes neatly folded. The girls giggled.
"Of course. What kind of friends would we be if we didn't help you dress for your first date? But, in repayment, we better get all the deets tomorrow night." Quinn said. Mercedes nodded her agreement to this.
"That's right, white boy. If I don't hear all the juicy details tomorrow, you'll be sorry." She threatened. Kurt beamed at them.
"Of course. But, there are some things a guy has got to keep to himself. Don't kiss and tell, all that jazz." They all laughed. After that, they all said goodnight and signed off. It took another hour for Kurt to fall asleep, his excitement making him unable to even seriously try.
Harry knocked on the door to the Hummel-Hudson residence at twelve sharp. He was slightly amused when Kurt answered not even five seconds later.
"Hello, gorgeous. How are you this fine afternoon?" Harry asked, giving Kurt a ridiculous bow while holding out a single rose. "I thought this flower might remind you of your own radiant beauty, but it seems as though it does no justice." With that, he unbent himself at the waist, smiling at Kurt.
"Flatterer." Kurt muttered, a blush dominating his pale skin. He accepted the flower and invited Harry inside. He went to the kitchen after closing the door behind him, putting the flower in a tall skinny vase. He turned back to Harry. "So, what are we doing?"
"That would be telling." Harry said, a glimmer of mischief in his emerald eyes. Kurt frowned.
"Damn. I thought I'd get to know by now." He pouted as Harry chuckled.
"Nope. It's for me to know and you to find out." With that, Harry grabbed him by the arm and led him back to the front of the house, pausing only to open the door for Kurt. They hopped into Harry's Mustang. Harry started the car up and pulled out of the driveway. Kurt stared at him, trying to figure out where he was being taken.
"You know, it's impossible to read someone's mind by staring at their face. I'm flattered that you're trying, though." Harry quipped, amusement dancing at the corners of his mouth as he watched the road before him. Kurt sighed.
"Fine. Can we at least listen to some music?"
"Sure thing. Lemme guess… Lady Gaga?"
"…Maybe."
"The car USB cord is on the glovebox. Just plug it into the lighter. Right there." After that, the next hour was filled with singing along to different Lady Gaga songs, although Kurt conceded to letting Harry play some Aerosmith and the Police. Both boys were laughing as they tried singing the songs in different pitches.
Kurt was surprised when they pulled into a dirt parking light in front of what was obviously a carnival. Harry hopped out of the car after turning it off, jogging to the other side to open the door for Kurt, holding out his hand to help him up. Kurt graciously accepted the hand.
"I thought this would be some fun. I saw an ad a while ago, and thought we'd have a good time." Harry nervously ran a hand through his hair. Kurt noticed that he did this whenever he got a little flustered or nervous. He thought it was adorable. "What do you think?"
Kurt leaned up and gave Harry a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth, smiling slightly as he pulled back. "I think it sounds wonderful."
Harry smiled widely at him, relief evident in his eyes as he held out his hand for Kurt to take.
"Awesome. I never been to a carnival like this, you know? I mean, I've been to block parties, but I think this'll be different. What about you?" He asked as they walked to the entrance. Kurt thought about it.
"Hmm. I can't say I really remember the last time I've been to a carnival. I was probably seven or so. I've never been to a block party, though. What're they like?"
"Well, they're obviously held on a block in the town. I was in Bay Ridge Brooklyn. We'd have bounce houses for the younger kids, popcorn machines out, slushie machines, cotton candy, hot dog vendors… Really, a collection of unhealthy food right at your finger tips. There'd be games going on, some people playing football or stickball. Music blasting loudly wherever you go." Kurt watched as Harry got lost in the memory, a nostalgic smile on his face. He shook his head as if clearing the thoughts and looked back at Kurt. "They were pretty fun. Though it could get a bit hot in the summer. You'd probably enjoy the karaoke contest they had at the end. It was a lot of fun."
They reached the entrance and Harry paid for both their tickets and ride passes, much to Kurt's exasperation. Harry agreed to let him pay for lunch, though, so Kurt stopped complaining and accepted his tickets and pass from Harry. They looked around as they entered the carnival.
"What do you think we should do first?" Harry asked. Kurt looked around, taking in the rides and game booths. He pointed to the bumper cars. Harry nodded, smiling. "Those do look like a lot of fun."
And so the date went on, with the two teenagers trying out the different rides and playing games. Finally, they moved onto the ferris wheel after a late lunch. As the ride started to move, Kurt sighed and leaned his head against Harry's shoulder.
"I'm having a really great time with you, Harry. Thank you for an amazing first date." Kurt said, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek. Harry turned his head towards him, smiling softly.
"No problem. I'm having a great time, too. It feels like… I don't know. It feels like I've known you forever, you know?" Kurt nodded at this statement. Suddenly, the ferris wheel stopped with them at the top. He blushed when Harry quirked an eyebrow. "May I?" Harry asked, leaning in slightly.
"I wouldn't protest." Kurt managed, before his lips were captured in a slow kiss. 'I could get used to this' He thought. When Harry pulled back, the wheel started moving again. "You know, you're the only guy I've ever actually kissed." Kurt said, feeling like sharing this with Harry. Harry smiled widely.
"Well, I hope that I'm living up to expectations." He chuckled when Kurt nodded emphatically. "I guess you're the only person I've ever kissed that I really feel something for. With Draco, it kind of felt… forced, I guess." He finished darkly. Kurt caressed his cheek.
"I'm happy that I get the special place, then." He gave Harry a chaste kiss.
They got to Kurt's house a little after eight. Harry walked him up to the door. They pretended not to notice the three inside the house trying to peek behind the curtains at them.
"I had a really great time with you, Harry." Kurt said, looking down at their linked hands.
"I had a great time, too. It was a lot of fun." Harry leaned in to give Kurt a short goodbye kiss. "If you want, you could come over to my house tomorrow. Maybe we could try working together on our solo auditions for glee." Harry propositioned. Kurt nodded at him, smiling brightly.
"Definitely. It's a date." With that, he leaned in one final time to kiss his boyfriend, going into the house afterwards.
His dad, Carole, and Finn were all spread out in the living room, acting a little too innocent. "I know you three were snooping." They all guiltily looked down. Kurt huffed in exasperation. "Worst investigators ever, I swear." He started laughing at the slightly embarrassed looks on their faces.
"So, where'd you two go?" Burt asked.
"Harry took me to a carnival. It was a lot of fun." Kurt answered, waving a stuffed puppy Harry had won for him in front of his father. "Harry won this for me and I won him a stuffed bear." Burt looked mildly impressed. at the choice of venue.
"Carnival? Nice choice." He said. Kurt blushed slightly.
"I thought so, too."
AN: Hello again! I hope you enjoyed the chappie, even though it was a bit short. I know a lot of you might be annoyed at how Harry seems to be telling a lot of people about his secret, but I wanted it to be proven that he feels that he can trust ND, especially Kurt. He only told Burt cuz he felt Burt had the right to know as the father of the man he's interested in. If I were in Burt's shoes, I'd appreciate the honesty. Hopefully you guys understand this decision in story telling I've made. Please review. Constructive criticism much obliged. Flames, not so much. And positive feedback is always always welcome (of course). Also, please tell me what you think about the confrontations I proposed in my earlier AN. I'd love to know what you, the readers, think. Alright, well, thanks for reading and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!
