A/N: Another new chapter. This story is so captivating, that i'm writing it constantly... it's that good. Well, that's my opinion... thanks to the people who reviewed, alerted and favourtied, it's lovely to know that people are enjoying this story. We get a little more into the Burt/Kurt relationship in this chapter, so I hope it's enough for now. I'll probably skip a little further ahead next chapter, just so the story doesn't drag... thanks. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D. PS. I Do Not Own Glee, only my own ideas and characters...

Chapter Four: Of Coffee Dates, and Journal Entries

Santana and Brittany had stayed the weekend at the Hudmel household, keeping mostly to themselves, but being spotted by Finn whispering to one another about things, were starting to get on their nerves, and the fact that it had been almost two days, and Kurt still hasn't asked Blaine out to get coffee, like he wholeheartedly promised that he would... Brittany was sitting on the counter of the Hudmel kitchen, watching as Kurt and Santana spread the pink icing over the cupcakes they'd spent all of Saturday baking. Kurt hadn't told Santana and Brittany that he and Blaine had a coffee date later that day, because he'd never hear the end of it, and they'd expect all the details, and it's not something he wants to tell people about. Finn had been looking curiously at him all morning, like he was trying to really understand his step-brother for the first time in three months... Kurt, of course, wasn't going to give the giant the time of day, he had more important things to worry about, than his oaf of a step-brother... important things like... what the hell is he going to wear? What will his father say when Blaine shows up at the house to pick him up, should Kurt not answer the door? How he was going to deal with the outburst he would most likely get from Santana when she found out they'd been on a date, and Kurt hadn't told her anything...

Burt Hummel entered the kitchen, noticing the two girls, and Kurt, just whispering with each other quietly, Brittany sitting on the bench, eating the left over icing out of the bowl which Kurt had just handed her. Most of you who know Burt Hummel, will know that he's a proud man... he's a proud man, but he's also stubborn, kind and loving... of course, if you've been in the Hudmel house over the last three months, then you'd have noticed that he hasn't spoken much to Kurt, but that's only because everytime he tries, Kurt either doesn't want to talk, looks as though he's about to break in half and tell him something, or makes a remark about Finn and something about being 'not straight enough for him...' to be honest... Burt wouldn't know if Kurt had transferred schools, let alone if he was hurting, and he wanted to know his son again... he wanted to have late night chats with Finn and Kurt at the top of the stairs, and watch his two boys bickering over something he deems silly, but the smile on his sons' faces makes him smile... he wants to go back to that... he didn't even know, up until two nights ago, that Kurt, Santana and Brittany were friends, let alone hanging out together...so you could imagine his reaction when he opened the front door later that day, to find another boy standing on his front porch, dressed immaculately, hair gelled back, hands tucked in his pockets... Santana had been coming down the stairs behind Brittany when she spotted Blaine, squealing and clapping happily, before pushing past Burt to drag the boy upstairs... into the guest room that she and Britt occupied.

'I knew it, that little sneaky liar... so; I'm guessing you're here for Kurtie?' Santana asked, crossing her arms and smirking

'Ah yeah, we have a coffee date. Am I early, because I thought Kurt said twelve and it's... just on twelve...'

'No, you're on time; we just wanted to save you from the big bad wolf...'

'Santana, don't scare him. He's frightened enough... be glad you haven't bumped into Finn yet...' Brittany said, smiling as Kurt entered the room to see what was going on

Blaine couldn't help but stare at Kurt. He was wearing jeans, a white shirt, with a black vest over the top, and his hair was sticking up, held there with what must have been lots of hairspray... damn why did he never look this good before? Undapper thoughts Blaine... keep it clean... his mind told him, as Kurt blushed and walked over to hug Britt and Santana, before grabbing his keys, and wallet, and following Blaine out to his car... Burt, who had been listening from the bottom of the stairs, moved quickly into the lounge when he heard Kurt and the boy... Blaine, heading down the stairs and straight past him... They weren't talking, Kurt had his arms wrapped around him, as Blaine opened the door, and bowed graciously, earning a small chuckle from Kurt as they made their way out to Blaine's car... he knew he should have gone straight to his son, but he wasn't going to get any information out of Kurt, without it turning into an argument. So, he went for the next best thing... Kurt's friends... who he found lying on their stomachs on the guest bed, watching re-runs of a show that Kurt always used to talk about, but he couldn't put a name to... the Latin one, whose name Burt thought to be Santana, looked up, almost glaring at him, before turning back to the screen as if she hadn't noticed her best-friends father standing in the doorway to the guest room she and Britt had shared on many occasions... including now... sighing, Burt stepped further into the room, clearing his throat, and earning the two girls' attention... now, for the hard part... he thought, sitting down in the chair across from the bed...

The Lima Bean was quiet for a Sunday afternoon. Kurt had been quiet the whole drive, only speaking when Blaine spoke to him directly. He couldn't help his nervousness; he's never been on a date before, let alone a date with another gay guy, in Lima Ohio... Blaine led him over the counter, and the two stood side by side, Kurt just close enough so if Blaine were to lean to his right, he would bump their shoulders together. Santana had been trying to get him used to other people touching him again, but he'd panicked everytime, and even though she and Britt had spent a good amount of time on it, it proved futile, in that it made him shut off more... he doesn't want to flinch away whenever someone touches him, but it's been happening for so long, it's hard to break out of that... when Kurt was knocked out of his own mind I really need to stop being in my own head so much, by Blaine, he smiled, before realising he was meant to be ordering. Blaine watched the boy talking confidently, hiding whatever was going on underneath a mask that he's been unable to penetrate as of yet. He has to stop himself from touching Kurt, knowing the boy would probably freak out... he has noticed the distance Kurt puts between them when they sit on the couches at the Youth Centre, he just hasn't formulated a plan to get Kurt to talk about it yet. Perhaps these coffee dates would help him to open up a bit more... Blaine thought, as he and Kurt made their way to a table in the back where they could talk in relative privacy.

'So Blaine, how long have you been at the Youth Centre for?' Kurt asked, surprising Blaine a little

'Ah, since I was a sophomore, so about three years... Who was the man that answered the door when I arrived? Santana just pretended like he wasn't there, I didn't even get a chance to introduce myself or anything...'

'You exude charming Mr. Anderson. I'm sure he wouldn't have minded. He never seems to worry about me, he's more worried about Finn... I love my father, I do, but he's... different now that he's re-married...'

'Are you close with your father?' Blaine asked, sipping his drink, eyes not leaving Kurt's blue ones

'Not as close as we used to be... what about you?' Kurt replied, tapping his finger on the top of the table as to avoid eye-contact

'I don't speak to my parents. I mean... I should explain this to you fully so you understand... my biological parents aren't the nicest... they don't like the fact that I'm gay, and proud of it... when I told you that day at the centre that my parents are awesome, I meant my foster parents... I live with them just outside of Westerville, except for when I'm at school, and they're great. They accept me, and they love me, and that's all I've ever asked for in people. I don't see my bio parents, and I really don't talk about it this much...' Blaine said, realising his slip up.

Kurt didn't seem to mind so much, he was looking at Blaine, not with sadness or sympathy, but with an emotion that the dapper boy couldn't point out. He'd need to know more about Kurt, to fully understand that facial expression. When Kurt didn't say anything, Blaine went on talking about the latest issue of Vouge and was pleasantly surprised when Kurt practically bounced up and down in his seat, before smiling a little and talking with Blaine... he'd never felt this connected to another person, not even Sanny, and she's one of his best-friends. Talking to Blaine, is like... walking on a cloud... he's not going to judge, because he knows some of the prejudice Kurt has experienced. But even though Kurt wants to just spill his life story to the beautiful, (alright, I gave in... so sue me. I'm gay, he's gay, and he's cute, so I can think that if I want...) Kurt thought to himself, holding back a chuckle and listening to Blaine's melodic voice wash over him, he can't just yet. He's not ready for the world to know his darkest secrets, and even though he's sure Blaine wouldn't tell anyone, in fact he knows that, there is always the possibility that it will get out, and then he'll be even more of a target at McKinley than he already is...

At two, just as Kurt and Blaine were readying to leave the Lima Bean, Kurt's phone buzzed with a text, the taller boy chuckling at the screen when he saw Santana's message...

To: Kurtie Hummel

Your date must be going well, it's been two hours... I want deets tomorrow at school porcelain... your dad was being weird today, asking us all this weird shit... I didn't tell him anything, but expect him to acknowledge you for the first time in three months when you get home... maybe take Blaine, that'll annoy him... hehehehe... love you Kurtie

From: Sanny Lopez

Is it rude to look over someone's shoulder to read a text message that is probably about you, which in turn, makes your heart beat faster, and your stomach produce little flutters? Blaine thought, as he followed Kurt out towards his car, unsure of whether or not Kurt would follow his friend's advice and play "lets meet the parents"... then again, if Blaine was a little taller, and could clearly see over Kurt's shoulder, he'd be able to see the reply, but unfortunately, they're in the car, and Kurt's phone is back in his pocket before Blaine has the chance to see anything...

To: Sanny Lopez

Why should I tell you anything? My dad acting weird, that's nothing new..., probably something Finny-two-shoes has done... like, finally learnt how to spell his name... argh, I'm annoyed now... I'll talk to you tomorrow... say hi to Britt for me, and I don't think Blaine and I know each other well enough for him to meet the shot-gun wielding weird man, I call my father... love you Sanny.

From: Kurtie Hummel

From the diary of Kurt Hummel:

MY GREAT ESCAPADE INTO THE WORLD OF YOUTH GROUP:

THE FIRST WEEK

If someone had of told me a week ago, that Santana taking me to Youth Group would be one of the things that happened to me in my life... I would have told you to fuck off and stop spouting bullshit lies. Sure, I've only been there three times, and Santana finally convinced me to write in this rather silly journal. I know that this has to be read, it's like a diary of our times at the centre or something, but I can't see the appeal in writing down feelings in a notebook, that someone could steel, and broadcast to the world... I mean, the old me would never have done that... in fact, I probably wouldn't do it now, but the idea that it could happen... I don't know if they really thought this through... perhaps we should have like, a safe of something, that we keep these things in. Santana and Britt take theirs to school, and it just stuns me, that they can be writing in them, in the middle of Glee, and take shit from everyone, trying to read it, and still manage to keep it to themselves... I'd really like someone to explain that one to me... I've been told that I'm meant to write mood, and thoughts and all that crap that psychologists talk about that should help people, but I honestly don't trust myself, let alone my family... especially Finn, because he likes to snoop, and if he was to read this and find out what happened... well, I just don't think I'm at the point yet...

Santana and Britt are actually sitting here with me right now, watching as I write this... they can't see it, obviously, but it's like they think that if they turn away, I'll be gone or something... It's not like it would be a bad thing, I think about it all the time, I've just never had the strength to do anything about it... shocking I know... but still... I suppose you'd like to know some stuff about me... I'm not really that interesting... my name is Kurt, I'm a senior, I go to McKinley, a long time ago, I used to sing, but don't ask me to sing my feelings out, because I can guarantee you, I'll punch you in the face... I never used to be like this... making threats, flinching away from people, talking about life in such a dark way... I was happy and proud at one point in my life... that was before... I think that's enough...

Kurt Hummel February 5th 2011

Kurt walked up the path to his house, Blaine by his side. He knew he'd have to face his father sooner or later, but he'd rather not do it, after spending time with Blaine... he wants to cherish that for a little while. Sensing his hesitation, Blaine smiles at Kurt, who turned to face him as they reached the porch, and carefully grabbed his hand, giving plenty of time for the other boy to pull away... When he doesn't, Blaine smiles again, and steps closer to Kurt, wrapping the boy in hug, that feels way to interment for two people who've hardly known each other a week. Kurt doesn't flinch away though, feeling almost safe in Blaine's arms... he pulls back first, stepping back a little.

'Thank you for today. I had fun,' Kurt said, smiling shyly

'We have to make it a weekly thing... or just anytime you want to talk. I'll see you tomorrow,' Blaine said, turning to make his way back down the path

'Blaine... I wrote in this last night... it's not much, but you said you wanted to read it, and you wanted to know me... this won't say much but... I'm hoping it'll be enough for now. I'll see you tomorrow,' Kurt said, handing the journal to Blaine, before turning to walk inside

'Never enough for now...' Blaine said to himself, smiling and walking back to his car, not noticing Burt Hummel watching him from the window, a tiny scowl on his face, arms crossed...

A/N: That's it for now. Hope you enjoyed. I'll get a little more into Blaine's past later, but I think that should hold you over for now. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.