So I've decided to take a break from stories set in episodes, mostly because I don't want to go searching for the scenes so I can get the right dialouge. So this one was prompted by an anon: What if Burt walks in on Kurt and Blaine making out? I also got some additional details from Violethillbeautiful, so I think I should thank you for contributing, too.

It might be a tad shorter than the others, but that's okay, right? (No?... well, I'll post another right after to make up for it. Is that better?... It is? Okay, then!)

So here's Chapter Four: Oh! Uh, hi Dad!

"Kurt," Blaine asked between kisses. "Are you sure your family isn't coming home?" I laughed. My boyfriend (oh, how I loved to even think that word) was so adorable when he was worried. Then again, I understood his concern - my family (which mostly meant my dad) didn't know we were dating. It was just so new... and I couldn't think of a way to tell them.

"Relax," I said, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling his head back down for another kiss.

"Kurt, I just wanted to let you know we're... oh!" Well, this was an interesting twist of events.

Blaine (who had been lying on top on my on my bed) jumped up like I'd burned him or something. I sat up straight snd attempted to make my hair look presentable. "Oh! Uh, hi Dad! How was... uh, how was Columbus?"

"It was good..." he eyed us suspicously and I looked at him sheepishly. "So uh... what's going on here?"

"Uh..." How did I explain this? I mean, it was pretty obvious that he'd just walked in on his son making out with a guy he didn't even know I was dating. "Well, you see..."

"Wait a second," my dad said, looking at Blaine, who looked like he was to jump out the window. "Aren't you the boy who asked me to give Kurt the sex talk?"

"That was your fault?" I smacked him in the back of the head. "Thanks a lot. That was the most uncomfortable conversation of my life." Well, that was a lie. I think my "talk" with my dad was pretty much tied with this conversation.

My dad just kept looking at Blaine, waiting for an answer. "Uh... well, yeah," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "But - but it's not what you think! I mean, Kurt and I weren't even together when I went and talked to you. I just... really, really care about him and didn't want to see him get hurt."

He just kept standing there, looking at us. "Dad?" I said cautiously. "Say something."

"I uh... I don't know what to say." He was silent for a minute and I wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not. "I guess um... when did this happen?"

"A few days before Regionals," I said shyly. That had been almost three weeks ago. I'm sure my dad was going to be mad that I didn't tell him (I know Mercedes was upset when I told her the day after, as opposed to texting her the second it happened).

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't sure how to. So, I guess now's a good time as any." I took Blaine's hand and he weakly held back. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Blaine." Saying the word out loud was even better than thinking it. I'd never thought I'd ever get a boyfriend - especially one as amazing as Blaine. "Blaine, this is my dad." I looked over at Blaine and almost laughed. He looked so scared and all the color had drained from his face - he was almost as pale as me (and that was really saying something).

"So I'm assuming this is the part where I tell you that if you ever hurt him, I'll hunt you down with a shotgun. Right, Kurt?"

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Stop scaring him. I think he's going to pass out." I rubbed circles in the back of Blaine's hand with my thumb, trying to calm him down. He responded by grasping my hand harder.

"Sorry, Blaine," my dad apologized. "It's just that Kurt's been through a lot. I don't want to see him hurt." Aww... and that was why I loved my dad so much.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sir. I care about Kurt way too much to even think about hurting him." Aww... that was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said. And to hear it coming from Blaine was just... it made it all that more special.

"Right. Well, that's good." He cleared his throat and looked back at me. "So, Kurt. Remember, we have Finn's birthday dinner tonight."

"I remember, Dad, don't worry. Oh, uh... do you think Finn would mind if..."

"Blaine can come, too, Kurt. I'm sure Finn won't mind." I smiled and got off the bed and gave him a hug.

"Thank you," I said in his ear. "For everything."

"I love you, Kurt."

"Love you, too, Dad."

I released him and he said, "Okay, well, we're leaving at seven so just... be ready, got it?" We both nodded. "And Blaine... sorry again. I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's - that's okay," he said, sounding relieved that he wasn't going to die.

My dad gave us one last look that was half-amused, half-"I'm-trying-to-be-a-stern-parent-so-no-funny-business" before leaving. I flopped backwards onto my bed and Blaine let out a shaky breath beside me. "Come here," I said, opening my arms. He nestled his small body against my side and I wrapped my arms around him, content to never let go. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Are you kidding? That was mortifying." I laughed. And people called me a drama queen.

"Oh, hush. It wasn't that bad. At least he didn't kill you."

"Yeah, I guess."

I kissed the top of his head. "And no more sneaking around," I added, happy that my dad finally knew. Carole and Finn would find out eventually, but (if I was being honest with myself) neither of them mattered to me as much as my dad. Don't get me wrong, I loved them both, but my dad was the most important person in the world to me. "There's always that."

"Yeah." He buried his face against my neck and I kissed the top of his head before drawing his face back up to mine, picking up where we'd left off.

Sorry about the shortness! I didn't know how to make that longer! Did anyone else feel bad for poor little Blaine? I know I did, haha!

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