"When'd you say this kid would be here, Kurt?" Burt had been craning his neck to see out the window, impatiently waiting to meet his son's boyfriend. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the idea of Kurt with another boyfriend so soon after the Blaine fiasco, but all he ultimately wanted was Kurt happy.
"Any time, dad. Please sit down. Don't scare him off. He's important." Kurt fixed his already perfect hair in the hallway mirror.
"Yeah, yeah." Burt grumbled. He had debated whether he should get the shotgun out of the closet for a show-and-tell demonstration when the kid got here, but he didn't have time. The doorbell rang before he made up his mind.
"Hi, Sam." Kurt's voice was soft as he opened the door. Burt could hear the sound of their lips pulling apart. Maybe the shotgun wasn't such a bad idea.
"Sam, this is my dad, Burt. Dad, this is Sam." Kurt nudged the boy closer to the man in the recliner.
"Sam Evans, sir. Pleasure to meet you." he shook Burt's hand. At least the kid had a firm handshake.
"It's nice to finally have met you, Sam, but I think that before we get too chummy, we need to go over some ground rules for you dating my son." Burt sat forward in his seat. Kurt groaned and took a seat on the couch, motioning for Sam to join him.
"You will have him home by eleven thirty at the latest. There will be no funny business in my house. You will respect him, his choices, and his personal boundaries. You will come inside to say goodbye before any dates happen, and I'm not sure I'm ready for him to go out on a car date just yet. If I find you in my house in the middle of the night and I did not invite you personally, you will meet the shotgun I keep in the closet. Are we clear?" Burt enjoyed seeing Sam squirm.
"You don't have to worry about any of that, Mr. Hummel. Kurt is important to me. I wouldn't want to do anything to upset him or give you a bad opinion of me. Everything is crystal clear, sir." Burt liked a kid who would look him in the eye. He remembered that when he was a teenager, looking any dad in the eye was the most terrifying thing he had experienced.
"Call me Burt, kid."
