A/N: "The best relationships—the ones that last— are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. One day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is…suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with." - The X-files.
Found that quote, kind of sums up this story nicely, doesn't it? Well, hope everyone is doing okay! :) I've been away so I haven't been keeping up on this fic, but just in time back to follow Pottermore tonight. Staying up until 3 AM to get the clue.. so.. wrote this in the meantime.
Sophomore year arrives quickly. Kurt has been lonely lately. He hasn't talked to Blaine since they were both let out of school two weeks ago. Blaine hasn't answered any of Kurt's texts. Kurt was starting to get nervous.
K: "You alright, Blaine?"
K: "If you need to talk to me I'm here. About your uncle."
K: "I'm concerned that you haven't been answering me, Blaine!"
K: "Call me asap?"
Nope. Nothing. It was the beginning of the summer, too. Kurt feels butterflies in his stomach. The nervous kind, when you feel something is wrong.
Mr. Hummel was going to work late one Monday morning. He groggily walks down the stairs in his work uniform, tiredly puts on his cap. Kurt is sitting at the kitchen table, eating his cereal. Kurt put the coffee on for his father, as well. "Morning, kiddo. Why you up so early?"
"Just.. thinking about things." Kurt says.
"Hm?" Burt walks over to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.
"It's Blaine." Kurt says. "He's been acting weird."
"Well, his father is a little strange, you see that singing stuffed shark he has at the cafe?" Burt laughs.
"Yeah, dad," Kurt laughs. "But it's not like that. Blaine hasn't answered any of my texts."
"Well, maybe he got a job? A summer job, you could use one too." Burt says.
"He never told me anything about that." Kurt says. "He never said he was working. I was just worried, because he was so close to his uncle, and I thought something happened.."
Burt nods. "I don't think anything has happened to him. Besides, I go to his parent's cafe every day to get take out for lunch, they would've mentioned something."
"Are you sure, dad?" Kurt says, sipping his coffee.
"I'm positive." Burt walks over to pat Kurt's shoulder. "Can ya load and unload the dishes from the dishwasher today? And how about sweep up the floors," Burt says, walking over to the door to leave.
Kurt yawns. "Sure. Guess I've got to do something with my time."
Burt laughs. "Put yourself to good use."
"One day I'm going to be outta here, in New York.." Kurt snaps. "I'll live with Blaine."
Burt's eyebrows raise. "You and what money?"
"UGH DAD." Kurt growls.
"See ya, kiddo." Burt leaves.
Kurt shrugs and rolls his eyes. And all he can think about was the night at the funeral. When he hugged Blaine so tightly. When he felt his arms, his muscular arms.. the smell around his neck smelled so sweet. Kurt started to feel nauseous. He never knew he'd feel that way for a friend.. or for a guy..
It rolled around to be night time. Kurt is nestled up in his blankets. Then he hears his iPhone beep.
New Text Message: From Blaine
Kurt leaps out of his bed to grab his phone. "What the freaking hell." He reads the text slowly, his heart suddenly pounds out of his chest.
"Oh.. my.. god.." Kurt says out loud. "OH MY GOD." He was over reacting. Besides, there was really nothing wrong.
B: "Haven't answered you in a while and I apologize for being so distant. I just wanted to tell you I'm dating a girl from our sister school, her name is Eve. I hope you are doing okay. x"
Kurt shakes his head. "He is what.." He sends back a text.
K: "I can't believe you freaking left me hanging like that, here I am thinking something TERRIBLE happened to you. And I don't care, do whatever your heart desires."
Blaine urgently texts back.
B: "Do I sense jealousy here, Kurt? I'm sorry that I have to keep you up to date on my personal life."
K: "I'm not interested in your personal life.." Kurt types. Well, he is.. "I just thought something happened to you because you haven't spoken to me in WEEKS."
B: "I'm with Eve now. We can still hang out."
K: "I don't care. Stop being so pick headed. You never listen to me anyway. I was concerned that you haven't talked to me in weeks, so I was being a good friend I was worried and had to ask you, where the hell have you been?"
Kurt shuts his phone off. He buries his head in his pillows. He can't believe his only, best friend had ditched him like that. And Kurt was more uptight to discover the fact he might be gay. Well, he probably was, he was sick of girls and didn't care about the hottest new female celebrity on television. He didn't care about Blaine getting a new girlfriend. He was just so confused. He was scared to tell his father.
Kurt lies in his bed the rest of the day until his father comes to find him.
"Kurt, Kurt?" Burt says, shouting downstairs.
Kurt doesn't answer.
Burt runs up the stairs, opening Kurt's bedroom door to find his son buried under the blankets. "Kurt, what is the problem?"
Kurt was crying. He was crying so hard. Tears emerged from his eyes rapidly. Pink wasn't even the word to describe the color of his face.
"Kurt," Burt says, sitting on the edge of his son's bed. "Tell me.. whatever your heart desires."
Burt knew. Burt knew his son was gay. He just didn't want to push it, he didn't want to force Kurt to say anything he didn't want to. Burt knew, when his son was ready to talk, he'll talk. Just like Kindergarten.
Kurt sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I'm here to listen to you. You got that?" Burt says.
Kurt nods.
"I'm here." Burt smiles.
Kurt took a deep breath. He didn't know where to start. He didn't know if he should tell his father he was gay first, before telling that Blaine got a girlfriend. It'd make sense though, if he mentioned that Blaine had a girlfriend, he'd cry.. and his father would figure out he was gay.
Or he should say he's gay first, then say Blaine has a girlfriend.. so.. it wouldn't look like he was crying over Blaine?
Kurt was confused. Totally confused. Probably just as confused as you are right now, because I am too.
Kurt looks up at his father's face. He nods. "I can't hold it in, dad.. I can't anymore."
Burt puts his hand on Kurt's shoulder. Burt was the only one allowed to do that, actually.
"I'm.. gay, dad." Kurt says, feeling a huge relief off his chest and shoulders. He didn't feel suffocated anymore.
Burt nods. "I've known. Since you were three."
"You.. have?" Kurt says, astonished.
"I have." Burt says, reaching out to hug his son. Kurt genuinely felt soothed. "And I'll always love you, you hear me? You hear me."
Kurt nods. "I love you."
"I love you too, son." Burt says. "And I'll fight 'till I die so you can love whoever you want."
Kurt thought of Blaine. But that was just not physically possible.
"I appreciate that, a lot.." Kurt says.
"You can tell me anything," Burt says, smiling.
Speaking of which.
"Dad," Kurt says. "Blaine, he's got a girlfriend."
Burt nods. "And.. that's why he hasn't been speaking to you lately?"
"Bingo." Kurt says.
"I see. Well, he's missing out on a great, honest friend." Burt pats Kurt's shoulder again, standing up to head out the door.
"Dinner should be on the table soon.." Burt says.
"You're cooking? When did you learn to cook, dad?" Kurt laughs.
"Take out." Burt smiles.
"I've got to teach you how to cook." Kurt says.
"Yeah, you do. Toast isn't gonna cut it." Burt laughs.
Kurt leans back on his bed. He was so relieved his father accepted who he was. He was shocked his father knew about his sexuality. But he doesn't know he is in love with Blaine.
Kurt decides to send one more text back to Blaine.
K: "I'd never give up a friendship if I ever happened to become in a relationship."
Kurt huffs. He felt bad for sending that last text. But he knew Blaine was ditching him and had to take action. He couldn't even type, I'd never give up a friendship if I ever happened to become in a relationship with a girl. Because that wasn't true. He'd never be in with a girl. He was gay.
Short, but sweet, eh? Reviews would be swell!