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Chapter Two.

"So Kurt, you wanna tell me about the briefcase?" Burt Hummel asked his son as he flitted around the kitchen making dinner.

Kurt nearly dropped the salad bowl he was carrying. "You saw that?"

Burt smirked. "I'm not so old as to go blind kiddo."

Kurt sniggered. "I was going to talk to you about it after dinner," Kurt said truthfully, he never intended to keep this from his dad.

"You know Carol and Finn are coming for tonight dinner right and tomorrow for Friday night dinner?" Burt checked.

"Yeah Dad I know, they are practically family, why would they miss Friday night dinner."

"It must be the night to have something to say; I wanted to tell you something, because I wanted to talk to you too," Burt said taking his hat off and twisting it in his hands.

"So, you've either proposed to Carol or are about to," Kurt grinned at his Dad, honestly thrilled that he had found love again after being alone for so long.

"I asked her yesterday," Burt admitted, deliberately leaving his son hanging.

"AND!" Kurt shrieked excitedly.

"She said yes."

Kurt launched himself at Burt. "That's fantastic, Congratulations."

"You have to act surprised when we tell you later okay?"

"No problem, I'm so happy for you. Now I really have to make dinner special," Kurt went back to cooking, humming happily.

"I'm guessing that's my cue to get out and leave you too it isn't it," Burt teased.

"No this is you're cue to go get a nice bottle of wine and something for me and Finn to drink to," Kurt ordered.

Carol and Finn arrived at 7, both dressed up, Although Finn looked disgruntled.

Kurt let them in and pointed towards the dining room when Carol asked where Burt was.

"Mum says where having some sort of fancy meal tonight," Finn said keeping his voice low.

"Yes, Dad said he wanted to make tonight special."

"So are you staying here or going to a friends?" Finn asked in complete seriousness.

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked confused.

"When we go out, what are you doing?"

"What makes you think I wouldn't go with you?" Kurt asked in horror.

"Well, you know..." Finn gestured at Kurt. "You might be seen with us or something."

Kurt saw red, but he fought his temper just enough to walk over to the dining room door. "Dad, I'm going to give Finn a tour of the house."

"Okay buddy," Burt came over and hugged Kurt. "Thank you for all you've done for tonight."

"You're my Dad; you don't need to thank me. Oh, Dad I was thinking." Kurt said in hushed tones. "Let's not mention Dalton until I know if I can go or not."

"Whatever you want son," Burt agreed amiably.

Kurt left his father to go back and kiss his lady love again and turn his attention in to Finn. "Follow me."

"Dude, I'm not... You know... I'm not like that," Finn looked truly panicked.

"Don't flatter yourself Finnigan Hudson," Kurt hissed and stalked off not looking to see if Finn was following, he knew he would be.

Kurt opened the door to his basement room and walked down the steps. Finn followed meekly and shut the door, but he stayed near the bottom of the stairs.

"Finn I thought we were over this homophobic shit," Kurt said as calmly as he could manage.

Finn flinched. "I wasn't being homophobic, I just thought if we were going to a fancy restaurant it might be uncomfortable. And you know how people can get when the see you with anyone, they'll think it's a date or something. And you probably shouldn't spent so much time with straight boys it could ruin their reputation," Kurt was almost expecting Finn to laugh and say it was all some sort of misguided attempt at a joke, but he could tell by the look in Finn's eyes that he was being serious.

Kurt took a deep breath and blinked away the tears that were forming. "I have never been more disgusted by a person that I am by you right now. We are eating a meal here tonight, one that I have cooked unless your too scared to eat something I've cooked. You will not under any circumstances ruin tonight for them. We are going to go upstairs sit, smile and be nice because it makes them happy, but never talk to me again. I don't want you near me."

"What! Why?"Finn asked as if there was nothing wrong with what he'd just said.

"Because I don't want anyone one in my life who's ashamed to be seen with me. But let me ask you one question, how do you think Rachel would react hearing you say you don't want to be seen with someone who's gay? Or her fathers for that matter, what will you do not invite them to the wedding in case someone catches it? You're a pathetic excuse for a man Finn if you're that insecure about your sexuality. Now get out of my sight. I will join everyone shortly."

Kurt turned his back on Finn and hears him shuffle out. He sat at his desk and opened the briefcase. He expected there to be a lot of forms to fill in, but he found an i-pad with the forms already loaded. And an app installed so if the same question popped up again it would automatically fill in the answer for you. Kurt grinned and took it with him to the kitchen to finish desert and serve dinner.

By the time the apple pie was in the oven more than half of the questions were complete and the rest were easy and repetitive so wouldn't take long with the auto fill. The last question was filled in as the timer pinged to say the salmon was ready, Kurt hit send quickly and set about plating up.

"Can I help?" Carol asked from the door making Kurt jump.

"I have everything under control; I was just about to call everyone to the table."

"It smells delicious," Carol complemented sniffing appreciatively.

Kurt blushed. "I hope it tastes good too," Carol took two of the plates while Kurt took the other two. "Dinner's ready," Kurt called.

Burt and Finn came quickly to the table like sailors called by a siren.

"Looks great son," Burt said digging in.

"Tastes good to," Carol agreed.

Finn just started inhaling his food.

"My Finn could burn water," Carol teased trying to start a conversation.

"Hey, that's not fair. Only girls cook and I'm not a girl," Finn said defensively.

"Kurt isn't a girl," Burt said angrily.

"Yeah but he's..."

"When did you learn to cook so well Kurt?" Carol asked to save Finn from himself, sending him a glare that said this will be spoken of later.

"After Mom died, Dad didn't cope so well with the house, and we got fed up of well-meaning people bringing food and trying to interfere all the time, so I kind of took over the house. I give Dad a list of chores to do," Kurt smirked.

Burt chuckled, getting a look a look of adoration from Carol and one of confusion from Finn.

"Kurt is super organised. He's amazing. If it wasn't for him I would find anything in the garage. He dose inventory and my books, he ever dose all my staff's taxes. One of our boys had an audit last year; Kurt made the IRS man cry and got Henry a huge rebate."

Kurt flushed under his father's proud gaze.

"Kurt could probably teach you about cars if you like," Burt offered on his son's behalf.

"You know about cars? Finn sneered, not bothering to hide the disbelief in his voice.

"I got my mechanics certificate when I was 13," Kurt said not looking at Finn.

Burt seamed to pick up on the tension and valiantly fought down the anger he was feeling towards Finn and changed the subject. "So you know that tonight was supposed to be a special evening for all of us. Well we wanted to tell you something," Burt started.

"We're getting married," Carol finished breathlessly; both adults were grinning like teenagers.

"Oh wow, that's fantastic," Kurt enthused.

"Yeah great," Finn said only sounding a little false.

"I'll need your organisational skills to help with the wedding Kurt, if you're willing," Carol asked her soon to be stepson.

"Of course, I'd love to help."

Finn kept quiet, silently angry than no one had asked for his opinion or help.

The rest of the meal was spent happily chatting about plans for the wedding and what the bride and groom wanted.

"When exactly is this wedding? Finn asked sullenly.

"We thought 3 weeks," Carol said squeezing Burt's hand.

"Three weeks?!" Kurt screeched, he turned to Finn. "You better be ready to work. We have a lot to do."

"You want my help?" Finn asked clearly surprised.

"Of course, the four of us will have to work together,"

Kurt's phone dinged in his pocket. "May I be excused?"

"Sure why don't you boys go watch a movie or something," Burt said not taking his eyes off Carol.

Neither boy looked happy about the suggestion, but they both took their dishes to the kitchen. Finn followed Kurt like a wounded puppy to Kurt's room.

"Put on whatever you like, I have stuff to do on my computer," Kurt offered trying to be polite.

Finn was hovering at the bottom of the stairs again. "Finn would you sit down! You are so far from my type, and apparently about to have me as your brother. So you'll have to get used to me."

"Why what's wrong with me?" Finn asked surprised. "You were crushing on me; Rachel said so."

"I thought you were nice because you held my coat while I was thrown in a dumpster. Do you realise how much of that sentence is wrong? And as for what's wrong with you, you just don't do it for me." Kurt shrugged.

"Oh," If anything Finn looked disappointed.

"Feel better now you don't think I'm going to jump you?" Kurt asked still angry over their earlier conversation.

"Look man I'm sorry okay," Finn said finally coming in and sitting down.

"I don't care; I meant what I said earlier I don't want you around me. I get enough ignorance from school I don't want it in my own home," Picked up his laptop and sat in an armchair on the far side of the sofa Finn was sitting on.

"What do you mean?"

"You think I don't see what's going on around me? You think I don't see you Puck and the other guys from Glee when I'm being pushed or punched. You look right at me and walk away. I've seen you,"

Finn was a dark shade of red now. "But man theirs always like six of them. What do you expect me to do?"

Kurt looked at him with one eyebrow elegantly drawn up. "You're twice my size Finn, you and Puck are always together sometimes with Mike and Sam. You can do a damn sight more than I can do alone,"

Finn looked utterly ashamed of himself

"Go put a film on," Kurt sighed; he knew he'd end up forgiving Finn and the others but he wasn't ready to yet.

Finn put in a DVD and sat uncomfortably at the edge of the sofa.

"You can relax, it's a sofa you're supposed to be comfortable on it, it won't break."

"I didn't want to mess up your stuff."

"Just relax or fuck off I really don't care but you can explain to your Mother why you want to go early."

Finn looked shocked, but did as he was told.

Kurt tucked his feet under him and pulled a blanket over his legs and picked up a tray that was next to the chair.

"What's that?" Finn asked looking at the tray.

"It's a cooling tray so the laptop doesn't over heat," Kurt responded without looking up.

"Cools," Finn fell silent having run out of things to say, and watched the movie he'd picked out.

Kurt opened his email to see why his phone had been buzzing. He hadn't looked because he wanted to see it properly on a full screen.

There were four new emails, two were junk. But the other two were from Dalton, the first looked official so he clicked it open. It was to confirm his information had been received and he would get an answer in the next 24 hours.

The last email was from BAWalbler .

Hi Kurt,

I'm sorry for emailing you out of the blue, but we wanted to wish you luck again with the applications. When do you think you'll send them off?

This is Blaine by the way.

Kurt smiled, Blaine was such a goober.

Hi Blaine,

I sent them off a few hours ago, I got a response just now, I have to wait 24 hours

Kurt

Kurt,

That's brilliant, let us know.

B.

Kurt didn't respond, but he opened a document and started making plans for the wedding and all the things he would need to do if… no, make that When he was accepted to Dalton.