A/N: Wow! Sooo many reviews. Thank you to everyone! I sat down and planned out a story line with the boys and movies. If you have any suggestions for movies they should watch let me know! Here is the next chapter I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here...sadly.
Kurt and Dave returned to the comfortable silence, letting the dull thumping of the other's heart lull them to sleep.
Early the next morning Burt and Carole returned to find Dave's car parked out front. Carole didn't mind, she found it sweet that Dave had stayed. Burt, on the other hand didn't hold the same sentiments.
"That boy is in so much trouble," Burt hissed as he parked the car. Carole outstretched her arm, laying a caring hand on Burt's thigh.
"Don't get mad at Kurt. He probably didn't want to be in the house alone and asked Dave to stay. No harm there."
"How do you know that's what happened?"
"I don't," Carole replied calmly. "But I trust Kurt. He knows the rules, and we have no reason to jump to conclusions." Carole opened the passenger door. "Are you coming dear?"
"Yeah, just give me a second." Carole sighed and closed the door leaving her new husband in the car, hoping he would use those moments to calm down.
Burt had other ideas. The man wanted nothing more than to go find his shotgun and follow through on his threat to Dave from the previous night. He would sneak into the basement and sit in Kurt's desk chair with the gun casually lying across his lap. When the boys awoke he would chase Dave out of the house. Burt sighed and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
Carole had entered the house to find it silent. Figuring the boys must still be asleep she went to the kitchen and began pulling food out of the fridge. Carole decided she would make the boys a nice breakfast. She was just beginning to pour the pancake batter into the pan when Burt entered the kitchen.
"Carole, damn it, where is my shotgun?" he asked, red in the face.
"I may or may not have helped Kurt disassemble it and hide the pieces in various places throughout the house last night before Dave came over. Why?"
"Because. I. Need. It." Burt huffed.
"Whatever for dear?" She turned to find his angered face. "No, no way. I know what you are thinking. There is no way I'm letting you use it to chase your son's boyfriend out of the house. Burt, when are you going to accept the fact that Dave is Kurt's boyfriend? Have you seen how happy those two are together? I know it's not your ideal situation, but God help me if you upset Kurt I won't forgive you until he does, and you know how long that boy can hold a grudge." She turned back to her pancakes, flipping them over to reveal their golden brown bottoms. "Now why don't you get some eggs out and make some omelets while I finish the pancakes. I'm sure the boys will be up soon."
Burt knew Carole was right. It's a good thing she was around to talk him out of his craziest ideas, he thought to himself. He sighed and went to the fridge to whip up his famous omelets.
Dave had been awake for awhile now. Kurt was still snuggled into Dave's side; one arm under his head, the other draped across Dave. Dave kept his eyes on Kurt, watching as the boy continued to sleep. Dave knew Kurt's parents would be home and he should wake Kurt before that happened, but he couldn't. The boy looked so peaceful; his soft face tinted with just the right amount of pink, his sweet lips that were the perfect shade of red and his amber hair all unkempt draped across his face, a mess from the pillow.
How did I get this lucky? Dave wondered. This perfect boy is mine, all mine. In that moment Dave learned he liked waking up with Kurt. He wanted to do this for the rest of his life. Kurt stirred a little, sending Dave's hear aflutter.
"Good morning babe," Dave said, regaining his voice. He leaned over and planted a gentle kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt opened his eyes and looked up.
"Hi, you stayed?" Kurt said, a little bit of him in shock.
"Why wouldn't I?" Dave asked, confused.
"I don't know. I was afraid I had dreamt it all."
"Nope, I'm still here. You're stuck with me." Kurt smiled at that thought. "We should get up," Dave suggested. "That way your parents don't find us like this. I'm afraid to see if your father would follow through on his threat or not." Kurt chuckled.
"He probably would"
"Not reassuring at all Fancy." Kurt laughed as he got up out of the bed and stretched. He heard the bed groan as Dave shifted and got up as well. Dave walked over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and kissed the back of the smaller boy's neck.
"I like waking up next to you," Kurt said aloud.
"Me too," Dave mumbled into Kurt's hair. Kurt always smelled so good, like honey mixed with something else. He couldn't put his finger on it. Dave took a deep breath, inhaling as much of Kurt as he could. Kurt turned around, never breaking Dave's hold on him.
"Let's go upstairs and find some food." Dave nodded in agreement, leaning in for a quick kiss and following Kurt. They were halfway up the stairs when Kurt froze and spun around.
"You hear that?" he asked. Dave paused, there were voices coming from the kitchen.
"Fuck, your parents are back."
"Yeah," Kurt trailed off, clearly still in shock.
"What do you think they'll do?"
"Carole will act like its nothing. My dad…that is anybody's guess. Probably something involving hurting you." Dave groaned.
"Alright, well I guess we better go upstairs and get this over with. I really must love you," Dave smiled at Kurt.
"I love you too," Kurt said before brushing his lips across Dave's in a small kiss. He turned back around, and tightened his grip on Dave's hand.
"Good morning boys," Carole greeted them. She was placing a large plate of pancakes on the table. Burt on the other hand was leaning against the kitchen island wearing an unhappy expression on his face.
"Yes good morning boys," Burt drawled, his lips pursed and his eyes staring at Dave.
"Dad I can explain," Kurt began.
"No, it's my fault Mr. Hummel," Dave interrupted.
"No it's not," Kurt said trying to stop his boyfriend from taking the blame.
"Yes it is babe," Dave said, turning towards Burt. "You see I convinced Kurt to watch 'Psycho' last night. He seemed to be fine afterwards. I had to get home for curfew so I left. And then…uh…well," Dave paused here. He realized he didn't know why Kurt had called him last night. Kurt noticed his boyfriend's hesitation. He gave Dave's hand a small squeeze and picked up the story.
"I was getting ready for bed, and I heard a noise. I thought it was nothing, just the house settling or something. Then Carole texted to let me know you guys would be home in the morning. I was half asleep when something upstairs crashed, scaring me awake. I called Dave and asked him to come back because, well, I didn't want to be alone. Ever the gentleman, he came back and only on my insistence did he stay the night," Kurt finished, looking up at his father trying to gauge the older man's reaction. Burt eyed the boys.
"And?" he asked, clearly thinking that wasn't the end of the story.
"I promise Mr. Hummel, other than some cuddling and a few kisses nothing else happened," Dave offered up. Burt looked towards Kurt for a conformation.
"That's it," Kurt stated. Burt nodded, seeming to accept their story.
"Fine, but next time you call me and ask for permission before Dave spends the night, understood?"
"Yes Dad."
"Yes Mr. Hummel."
"Good, now that that's all settled, let's eat," Carole said, trying to diffuse the tension. "Burt why don't you see what Dave likes in his omelet?"
"Oh, just some cheese and peppers," Dave said.
"Alright. How about you Kurt?" Burt asked.
"I'll have the same," Kurt responded. Burt returned to the stove and the boys sat down at the table.
"Kurt?" Carole asked, shuffling around the kitchen. "Do you know what noise you heard last night?"
"Yeah, there was a small thump, followed by a large thunk like something had fallen over, and then glass breaking. I may have just imagined it though. Why?"
"No reason, just curious. I will take a look around later and see if we can find the source." She said sitting down to the table. Burt brought Dave and Kurt their omelets and sat down as well.
At that moment, Finn walked in the door, saving them from what was sure to be an awkward meal.
"Hi, I'm home! Something smells good. Woah! What's Dave doing here?" Finn had reached the kitchen by this point and had found Dave sitting at the table, his arm lying across the back of Kurt's chair.
"Oh, he spent the night," Carole said casually, placing another table setting in front of Finn. "Now eat up. How was Puck's?" Finn needed no more prompting, with that he launched into a story about whatever shenanigans they had gotten into last night. Dave took this opportunity to lean closer to Kurt.
"So what do you want to do today," he whispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt shivered and as discreetly as possible scooted closer to Dave.
"Mmmm, I don't know. Maybe another movie?"
"Sounds good babe." Dave double checked that Burt wasn't looking, before placing a gentle kiss to Kurt's ear, Kurt sighed.
"And maybe a proper thank you for being my hero last night," Kurt muttered before giving Dave a small wink.
After breakfast was done, and Burt was starting in on the dishes Carole decided to go look around for the source of the noise. Dave and Kurt had returned to the basement and Finn was unloading his stuff from the car. Carole climbed the few stairs and came onto the upstairs landing. She looked around and found nothing. She proceeded to Finn's room, opening the door and peeking in. Other than the usual messy teenage boy stuff, nothing seemed amiss. She closed the door and headed to her and Burt's room. Inside, she found the source of the noise. The glass paneled door to the balcony was shattered, a rock lying on the ground. She crossed the room carefully, trying to avoid the glass as best as she could. She picked the rock up and turned it over. On the bottom in red paint someone had written "Go to hell fags!"
"Burt, can you come here for a second?" She shouted downstairs, her voice wavering. She heard Burt place a dish down and the water turn off. About a minute later Burt came into the room.
"What is it Carole?" he sighed, expecting another lecture about his behavior this morning. It took him a few seconds to notice the broken glass. "What the hell happened here?" he asked.
"Dear will you promise to stay calm?" She asked.
"Carole what is it?" He squawked. Carole sighed, and held up the rock.
"It looks like someone threw this at the glass door." Burt read the rock and began to shake.
"Woah what happened in here?" Finn said, sticking his head in the door.
"Nothing Finn," Carole said trying to reassure the boy.
"Doesn't look like nothing," he crossed the room and noticed the rock. "What the hell Mom? When did this happen?"
"Last night I think. Burt and I stayed out and didn't get back until this morning. Kurt remarked on hearing some noise last night, but chalked it up to nothing. Finn, don't tell Kurt or Dave. Neither of them need this right now, understood?" Finn shook his head.
"Yes, of course Mom. Are you going to call the police?" He asked, worry spreading across his face.
"No," Burt piped up. "The boys will figure out that something is up if the cops show up. We will deal with this on our own. Finn, will you go out to the garage, get the vacuum, some cardboard and duct tape. Be quiet so the boys don't hear. We'll just clean this up, and I will get the glass replaced this week." Carole nodded, dropping to the floor and began picking up the larger pieces of glass that the vacuum wouldn't eat. Burt rubbed the back of his neck and joined her on the floor. Finn stood in the doorway for a few moments longer, still in shock. Carole looked up at him.
"It's going to be okay Finn," she said reassuring him. Finn nodded and headed to the garage to get the supplies Burt had asked for. Downstairs in the basement, Dave and Kurt had no idea of the hate crime that had occurred in the house. They were lost in their own bliss, for now.
Ta-da! Let me know what you think!