A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for the late update. I kind of got sidetracked with the shocking and sad news of Cory's passing. I hope everyone is doing okay and remembering him as the happy, funny and kind person that he was, may he rest in peace. Now, on to a happier topic: this new chapter! Again, I know it took me a while, but it's finally here, enjoy.

Chapter 4

All through dinner, Kurt had been mulling over the conversation he'd had with Santana. He hated to admit it, but she was right about one thing: Blaine wanted him back, plain and simple. Kurt wanted him too, no doubt about it. It was just difficult to figure out how to deal, or how to navigate this unique situation.

For one thing, Kurt had never had to deal with hooking up with Blaine and then still be in the same state for a few more weeks. It just never came up. Usually it was a one or two day stay, so he never had to deal with their situation for too long. And now that he had to confront the precarious turn of events that came with fucking an ex and having to see said lover again. Well, it was safe to say that Kurt was at a loss for what to do.

"Everything okay there, buddy?" Burt asked, as he helped Kurt and Carole clear the table.

"Wha- um… yeah, everything's good dad." Kurt tried to muster up enough energy to give his father a smile after being yanked out of his pessimistic thoughts about his situation with Blaine. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was the fact that you weren't talkin' a mile a minute about what you've been doing in New York, like you usually do every time you come to visit."

Crap! Had he been that obvious? Kurt thought that the meal had gone well, he had even chimed in and commented on everyone's day. Clearly his dad had seen through his carefully constructed façade - Finn and Carole hadn't lived with him long enough to detect such subtleties to his moods, so he could still fool them.

"Uhh, I - I didn't want to bore everyone with more stories of my life in New York, that's all." Oh, that was a good lie! Yeah…that sounded like a good reason for why he had been so quiet during dinner. Maybe his dad would buy it. It seemed credible enough of a reason, this was going to work!

Oh, who was he kidding, this was his dad he was talking about. He could sniff out a lie before it even crossed Kurt's mind, for cryin' out loud!

"Don't lie to me, Kurt, it's never worked before, and I'm not going to let you slide by this time 'round."

And, Bingo! Well, at least he tried his best to avoid this discussion. It was bound to happen anyway, and Kurt really did need to have someone else to talk to about Blaine. Santana was good and all, but sometimes he needed really good advice.

"I - I've got to go help Carole with the dishes, dad," Kurt stuttered. He busied himself with the last remaining dishes still on the table.

"Don't worry 'bout that. Carole can manage." He steered Kurt to the empty living room and sat him on the couch, he himself sat on the edge of the coffee table. Great, this meant that Kurt was only in for a 'check-up' rather than a full-on discussion about the meaning of life.

"It's about Blaine, isn't it?" Burt asked, a slight smile curving the corner of his mouth.

"How did you know?" Kurt's eyes bulged at the question that had come at him from left field. His heart beat double-time just at the mere mention of his name. Shit! Santana had been right, he had it bad.

"That far-off look in your eyes comes from one of two things; either you're upset that you didn't get some clothes thing on sale, or that you had some kind of fight with Blaine," Burt said with a slight smug tone to his voice. He knew he was right on the money, and it was always fun to get one up on his clever son.

Damn his dad and his psychic abilities. At least he hadn't rubbed it in with an, 'Am I right?'. His father had graciously spared him that humiliation.

"Well, we didn't actually have a fight, per say," Kurt grumbled and sighed, as he slumped on the arm of the sofa. His eyes began to burn with the threat of oncoming tears. Great, just what he needed, to ball like a baby in front of his dad about his ex-boyfriend. Could the situation get any more pathetic?

"We got together a few days ago - six to be exact, but his dad didn't need that piece of info- and he hasn't called me since then." Kurt couldn't help the slight crack in his voice as he relegated his situation to his father.

"If it wasn't a fight, then it was a disagreement." It was a fact not a question. Kurt had to give his father credit. Burt knew him well.

"Yeah, you could say that." Kurt had his eyes closed, his body still slumped over, and hoped that by not seeing the pity or concern on his dads face, then he wouldn't feel the need to elaborate. Mostly, Kurt was trying not to crack under pressure.

Burt rubbed the crease that had formed between his brows, as he tried hard not to force the truth out of his son. Kurt's romantic entanglements were a delicate matter, and if it revolved around Blaine, it was even more so. Burt rested his elbows over his knees, clasped his hands together and took a deep breath before he said, "Whatever your disagreement with Blaine may be, it's not going to resolve itself if neither of you takes the first step and makes first contact," Burt straightened up, hands now covering his knee caps, "It's not like either of you to go so long without talking. So, Kurt, if you're feeling so bad about it that you're not acting like yourself, then gather up your courage and do something about it. There's no time like the present, right?" Burt smiled at his son, technically and adult, but who would always be his baby boy, no matter how many years passed that said otherwise.

At hearing the word courage, a word that meant so much to him, Kurt knew that his father was right. If Blaine wasn't willing to make contact first, then there was nothing stopping Kurt from doing so. His heart beat loudly within his ribcage and his palms began to sweat, the cell phone in his pocket burning to be put to use.

"You're right, dad, thanks." Kurt smiled at his dad, one that wasn't forced, and stood up. He bent over to give him a quick hug, that was returned with love and warmth, before Kurt shot up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Anytime, buddy," Burt whispered after his son.

Once safely locked in his room, Kurt opened up a new text.

To: Blaine ( 7:43pm)

Why have you been so silent?

Kurt waited impatiently for a response, checking every two seconds for a reply, even though he new his phone would chime with a new text. After five long minutes he got a response.

To: Kurt (7:48pm)

Was I? I didn't think you expected me to talk.

To: Blaine (7:50pm)

Of course I expected to hear from you. Why would you think I wouldn't?

To: Kurt (7:52pm)

Idk? It just felt that way.

To: Blaine (7:55pm)

How would you know that? You left w/o waking me, AND left a weird note, too!

Blaine could be oblivious at times, but this was just too much. It was cute when it didn't directly affect Kurt, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. Kurt was getting impatient, it had been roughly ten minutes without a reply from Blaine.

To: Kurt (8:05pm)

You didn't give me much choice, Kurt.

To: Blaine (8:06pm)

How was that?

To: Kurt (8:07pm)

It was the situation. It felt different.

Different. So he had felt it too. His reaction and silence for the past six days seemed like Blaine's 'different' didn't concur with Kurt's 'different' at all. They really needed a one-on-one conversation before things got more misconstrued.

To: Blaine (8:07pm)

We need to talk.

To: Kurt (8:07pm)

Maybe later. I have to go.

To: Blaine (8:08pm)

Okay.

Kurt felt a pang at the obvious rejection. It was clear that he had somehow hurt Blaine during their night of debauchery, he just wished he knew how. He wanted to fix this, had to fix it. It was more important now that Kurt had acknowledged his true feelings. He wasn't going to hide behind his hurt and anger at being cheated on, that had faded long ago.

Kurt wanted Blaine back in his life again, wanted to be a couple and not just fuck buddies, and he only had two weeks to woe Blaine. He was going to do it right, or he wasn't Kurt Hummel.

a/n2: I hope you all enjoyed that, and I'm happy for your continued interest and support. :)