Kurt Hummel has so much sex that he never gets frustrated. He just never has time to. Practically all his time away from work is spent in one bedroom or another, but never his own. It doesn't have to be a bedroom either. A hallway, living room, wall, alley way or car will suffice. Names, ages, occupations, none of that is important to Kurt. All that matters is getting laid.

It comes as a great surprise then, for him to discover that not only does he wonder what it would feel like to hold Blaine in his arms, he also thinks about kissing him. A lot. Not only that, but the thought of kissing him- just the thought of kissing him- drives him absolutely insane with lust and desire.

If he had been less of a coward, he would have confronted these feelings and admitted that the depth of them scares him witless, especially considering how little time he has actually spent in Blaine's company. However, given that he is Kurt; world class expert in putting up barriers and pulling down shutters, he chooses to blindly ignore his inner voice in the hope it will go away. In turn, this ignorance leads to utter confusion for Blaine, who spends the majority of the day not knowing how Kurt is going to react to anything he says.

After three hours on the road they stop for breakfast at a roadside diner. Blaine bolts right inside and heads to the bathroom, emerging to find Kurt sitting in a booth near the window and he slides in opposite.

"The bathroom's clean."

Kurt looks contemplative, staring out the window but when Blaine speaks he turns his head around sharply. "So? What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Nothing," Blaine shrugs. "Just saying; if you wanted to use it, it's nice and clean, that's all."

The waitress comes to take their orders and Blaine realizes he's not even glanced at the menu, so he reads it over while Kurt orders and their coffee cups are filled.

"Blaine," Kurt snaps.

"Huh?"

"Order."

"Oh. Uh...I'll have...I don't know. Uh... Toast, maybe? No. Not toast. Um..."

"Blaine..."

"Eggs? Do I want eggs?"

"He'll have eggs," Kurt barks at the waitress, snatching Blaine's menu back and handing it to her. "Over easy with hash browns and sausage. Side of toast too."

"I said I didn't want toast!" Blaine protests.

"Be quiet."

Kurt has told a lot of people to be quiet or shut up over the years, but few ever actually listen. The way in which Blaine seems to shrink back against the bench, folding his hands in his lap and bowing his head actually hurts Kurt's heart and he reaches across the table in a futile gesture then places his hand meekly back in his own lap.

"Sorry."

Blaine shakes his head, unable to comprehend the exchange that has just taken place. He runs it back over in his mind, trying to work out what he did wrong but he can't come up with anything. Since Kurt's non admission in the truck a couple of hours ago not much had been said. Blaine had taken a short nap, and they had talked about the directions and what to look for at the auction, but that was about it.

"How's your head?" Kurt asks into the silence, but Blaine keeps his head bowed, his voice soft and quiet.

"Fine."

"And like...the rest of you? Um... Emotionally?"

"Fine."

"Right."

Kurt's phone suddenly breaks the silence that ensues, alerting him to a text, and Blaine watches as he reads it, frowns and fires something off in return.

The text is actually from Santana; a reply to something Kurt had sent while Blaine was in the bathroom, but as usual she is most unhelpful.

Question: What do you do if you want to kiss a sixteen year old boy so desperately you feel you might die from longing? he had sent to her, and ten minutes later he got his answer.

As a twenty eight year old lesbian: panic.

Very funny. This is serious. JFC. I'm sitting in a diner in the middle of Cincinnati wondering how it would feel to have his mouth on mine

If you're like that over a kiss, imagine how it would feel to fuck him.

Don't even mention it. I'll explode.

Explode over this instead: Jeremy came by, wanted to know where you were.

What did you tell him?

Home for a while. I should have added you were fantasising about fucking someone barely legal.

Fuck you.

Kurt slams his phone down on the table and takes to looking out the window again, and he doesn't even turn around when their identical breakfasts are set in front of them.

Blaine carries on eating, figuring Kurt will talk when he's ready and anyway, the silence is preferable to the sniping.

Eventually Kurt picks up his fork, prodding at his food before taking a few bites. "I need to apologize for that night at Scandals," he says suddenly, and Blaine looks up in surprise.

"That was nearly six months ago."

"I know, but what I did, how I acted...it wasn't right, and I don't want you to think I'm like that."

Blaine leans back in his seat, folding his hands neatly over his stomach. "I don't think you're like that Kurt," he says quietly. "I think you put on a lot of pretences, and actually I feel quite honored that I've gotten to see the real you."

"Oh?" Kurt is mildly affronted but intrigued. "What do you think is the real me then?"

"The Kurt who taught me crazy eights, who knelt beside me and told me not to cry and who told me I'm adorable."

"You need to forget I ever said that."

"I won't ever forget it," Blaine says with a sad smile, "because no one's ever said that to me before."

"Why were you there, that night?"

"I'd been there lots of nights."

"But why? I mean, you're the last person in the whole of the US that I would guess to be bar hopping at sixteen."

Blaine pauses, eats a little more and pauses again before he gives his reply. "It wasn't like I ever planned it. When dad died I felt...adrift, I guess is the best way of describing it. I was totally lost and then, a month after the day of his funeral, mom told me she had met a man at the grocery store and he'd asked her out on a date. I felt sick. I knew what was coming, and all the time she was telling me she'd agreed to go on a date with him because she couldn't be alone forever and all that...all I could think over and over was 'liar.' She lied to me, my dad was gone and that was that. Suddenly I was alone but not alone, and that was even worse. I needed to escape and I just wanted to mean something to someone again. In my infinite and immature wisdom I thought I might meet a guy there, you know? We were living in Spencer's house and I was sleeping on a mattress on the basement floor. It was easy enough to sneak out."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Only you." Blaine gives a rueful smile and shakes his head. "You kinda have this air about you. People sit up and take notice. You know that, don't you?"

"I do know that," Kurt says quietly. "But that night there was only one thing that I wanted."

"I was planning on asking you out," Blaine admits, and Kurt laughs out loud. "What's funny?"

"People don't ask me out. We fuck, I leave. End of."

"Charming," Blaine mutters, then slides out of his seat and throws some money on the table. "I'll wait for you by the truck."

Kurt gives him some much needed cooling off time, and ignores his phone which buzzes on the table with messages from Jeremy. Eventually he heads out across the lot to where Blaine is leaning against the cab of the truck, looking out at the busy junction. "I'm a dick, right?"

Blaine inclines his head slightly, not looking at him. "Poor choice of words."

"Ah shit," Kurt mutters, but he looks up to catch a hint of a smile on Blaine's face which he returns.

"If I'd asked you out that night, would you have said yes?"

"Probably not," Kurt admits as kindly as he can. "I was after one thing. I won't try and deny it. I walked in and there you were. I knew instantly where the evening would end up."

"And if I asked you out now?"

Kurt sighs, leaning against the truck so they're side by side, their shoulders just touching. "I can't, Blaine," he whispers sadly. "You know that."

"Because of your dad?"

"No," Kurt starts, then pauses a second before continuing. "Well, that's part of it, I guess. He wouldn't be happy. Not because of you, but because he wouldn't see me as being any good for you, which I wouldn't be."

"I could be good for you though."

"I've no doubt," Kurt says, feeling like his heart might crack any second. "But I'm not...I'm not the one you're looking for, Blaine. I don't do romance, I don't do dates and I don't do commitment."

"Why not?"

It's not an angry or accusatory question, but rather one of genuine curiosity. Still, it has Kurt back on guard again. "Because it only leads to hurt, so it's easier to keep it to just sex."

"You're missing out on so much."

"And you know that how?"

Blaine falls silent once more, not dignifying Kurt's retort with an answer.

"You're sixteen, Blaine," Kurt says, a hint of desperation betraying his true emotion. "I'm twenty seven and whatever happened, or whatever I might want to happen...it can't. You have so much more to learn."

"Great," Blaine mumbles, staring at his shoes. "I'm a kid."

Kurt turns to face him, his feet coming into view either side of Blaine's legs and when he looks up, Kurt is inches from his face. "Whatever I might want to happen, it can't," he repeats softly. "Not because you're a kid, but because you are a wonderful person and I would take all of that away from you. You deserve so much better than me."

Blaine's heart is pounding in his chest and his nerves are making his whole body shake, but he bites his lip and meets Kurt's eyes. "If you could do anything in the world right now, what would you do?"

"You," Kurt replies quickly, but such is the tension between the pair that even though they both smile, the moment remains charged. "I could kiss you right now," he whispers, noticing the way the tip of Blaine's tongue runs over his bottom lip.

Oh, to feel it against his own.

Blaine is silent, unmoving, waiting, but the kiss never comes. A jolt of reality hits in the form of a passing truck blaring its horn, and Kurt steps backward, shaking his head to clear it. "We need to get to this auction," he mumbles, walking around the other side to climb in the truck.

The majority of the auction is spent under a forced air of normality as they browse then take their places for the bidding to start.

"We could buy another car," Blaine says with a laugh as they settle into their seats. "Take that home instead."

Kurt, well worn with having to spend torturous hours in Blaine's company without behaving in an improper manner, snaps "Don't be ridiculous."

"I was joking."

"Well don't joke. Just don't say anything. Let me handle this."

There are two other bidders for the lot of Buick parts but Kurt sees them off easily, possibly from the withering glares he sends them each time they raise their paddles. When the lot is called as sold, and Blaine and Kurt are announced as winners, Kurt forgets himself for a moment, bouncing in his seat like a kid and turning to Blaine, his eyes shining with excitement.

"We won!" he cries, his hands gripping Blaine's thighs. "We won! Now Bessie can have a nice new hood and we..." he stops, unnerved by the way Blaine is staring at him. "Blaine?"

But Blaine doesn't answer, completely enraptured by this wonderfully happy side of Kurt and in that moment, it becomes all he ever wants to see. He imagines Kurt's face if he were to send him flowers just because the skies were gray. He can see him burying his face in their scent then looking up, his eyes happy and laughing. He wonders what it would be like to surprise him with a picnic for two in a summer field, to feel his body under his hands as he gently kissed him and laid him down on the rug, and he can see Kurt smiling softly as they gaze into one another's eyes. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," he thinks to himself as he continues to stare, but then Kurt frowns and backs off, folding his arms across his chest.

"Don't say stuff like that."

Blaine is horrified, scrambling out of his seat and following Kurt toward the auction officials. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Well how the hell else did you say it?"

"Sorry. I just...that happens to me sometimes. I don't know why but my inside voice forgets to stay inside," he jokes lightly.

"Child."

Blaine stops dead, hurt by Kurt's blunt anger but Kurt is uncaring, heading over to pay for their lot and sign the paperwork before returning to Blaine. "Okay. Let's go collect. I'll bring the truck round."

"Why are you so mean to me?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are," Blaine argues. "It's like...it goes along okay for a while and then I say something completely harmless and you snap at me. Do you realize how hurtful you are?"

"Go wait by the lot, Blaine. Two six two. I'll bring the truck around."

Kurt storms off while a despondent Blaine trails over to the pile of car parts and waits where he's been told. Raking a hand desperately through his hair, Kurt leans heavily against the side of the truck and pulls out his phone. He means to text Santana, but in his desperation and panic he scrolls to Jeremy's name.

I fly home tomorrow. Be at my place at eight. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

They load the truck in a silence which is heavy with so many unsaid words it drags them down. They take all the parts they've bought, even though they won't need them all, and the second everything is loaded, Kurt starts the engine and heads home.

"Ugh. Tired of driving," he mutters, trying to make conversation.

"I could drive, if you want?"

"No, I didn't mean that. It's fine."

"I don't mind."

Mercifully, the second Blaine takes over Kurt falls asleep, and conversation is avoided for a good couple of hours which gives Blaine time to think. He doesn't want Kurt. Not like this, anyhow. He wants the man that Kurt seems to be desperately trying to hide again. The Kurt that loves his dad with his whole heart, the one that cracks unfunny jokes then demands that everyone laughs, which in turn makes them all crack up. The Kurt that seems to revel in every second of being with Burt and Blaine and the Kurt that protects and cares for them both.

He doesn't want the Kurt that bites his head off without warning, and the one that is moody and sullen. He doesn't want the cold, uncaring Kurt who brings everything back to sex being a means to an end rather than anything that holds actual meaning. Earlier, when Blaine was pretty sure Kurt was about to kiss him, it had been everything he wanted, but now he's clear. Until the Kurt he wants is in existence all the time, Blaine will be strong and stay away.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?" he startles, not having known Kurt was awake and he prays his inner voice has stayed just that. He gets no further response though, and glancing across he can see that Kurt is indeed still asleep, curled up on the seat with his head resting against Blaine's balled up jacket. "Please, Kurt, use my jacket as a pillow. By all means," he mumbles with a laugh.

"Hold me."

Blaine freezes, not daring to look to his right and his hands grip the wheel that little bit tighter.

"Just hold me."

This time he does glance across, and it is to see Kurt with his whole face pressed into Blaine's jacket, clutching it tightly He drives on, but when he can see the traffic slowing ahead he pulls off at the next exit and finds a Cracker Barrel. "Hey sleepy head," he whispers gently. "Want dinner?"

"Huh?" Kurt wakes slowly, stretching his arms above his head. "Cracker Barrel?" he asks, his whole face lighting up. "I love these! I haven't been in one in years."

"Well it's a little early, but the traffic was slowing so I figured it'd give it time to pass."

Kurt answers with a nod and a brief "sure," biting his lip hard as he gathers his wallet and phone and jumps down from the truck. What he had been seconds away from saying was "Nevermind dinner, just for gods sake kiss me before I die."

Blaine wonders why, when Kurt had woken and seemed so happy, he's now storming across the lot to the restaurant door, pushing it open and going inside without even glancing back to see if Blaine is following.

Blaine heads to the restroom, positive that Kurt is in the cubicle but he doesn't call out, just goes to the bathroom and leaves, waiting at a table for two. It is a much happier Kurt that emerges thank goodness, and once they've ordered, he leans forward in his chair and meets Blaine's gaze. "So...you can tell me to fuck off..."

"I don't curse."

"No, well you wouldn't, would you?" Kurt asks, sticking his tongue out and making Blaine laugh. "So you can politely ask me to mind my own business but...well, dad's told me bits about you, how you came to be in Lima and stuff, but I'd like to hear it from you. Tell me about when you were growing up and all that stuff."

Blaine finds it surprisingly easy to talk to Kurt in spite of how he's feeling, and he ends up talking for most of their meal about his dad and all that had taken place since. He doesn't find it upsetting either, and he's spurred on by Kurt listening intently, waiting until he's finished.

"Your dad sounds like a wonderful man."

"He was," Blaine says with a smile, and he realizes it's possibly the first time he's been able to use the past tense without feeling overcome.

"I'm sorry about your mom though," Kurt carries on. "As for those jerks well... Man, if I was at school with you I'd probably end up suspended for smashing their heads together."

Blaine laughs. "What was school like for you?"

"I didn't enjoy it really," he says, thinking back. "Like you I was bullied, and I found it hard to make friends. I liked show choir, but I didn't keep in touch with anyone from school, and I was always desperate to get out."

"To New York?"

"Yeah, I mean when I was growing up, it always seemed like this beacon of acceptance and hope. The one place where anything goes and no one is afraid to reach for the stars."

"You like it there?"

"I do," Kurt starts slowly, then he frowns. "Not as much as I should. I've fallen out of love with it a little bit. I should probably try and get that back."

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you always know you were gay?"

"Yeah. I mean, I dreamed of marrying a prince, and when I was about nine or ten I went through a phase of wondering if that meant I was supposed to be a girl, but then dad dropped hints about what it meant to be gay, and when I looked into it more, I realized it all fit."

"Your dad said you came out to him."

"I did, but he knew. I'm sure of it. He says he didn't, but I was a pretty effeminate kid and when I hit puberty I never discussed girls or showed any interest. I was fifteen when I told him."

"I was fifteen when I told my dad too."

"We lucked out with our dad's, didn't we?" Kurt says with a smile. "I think that maybe I don't always treat mine so well though, and that makes me sad."

"Well you can change that," Blaine points out. "He loves it when you're home."

"I know, but I can't always be there."

"No, but you can be nicer when you're back in New York."

"We'd better go," Kurt says suddenly. "Otherwise he'll be wondering where we are."

"Sure," Blaine mumbles, fishing for his wallet. He's disappointed the conversation is over, but he feels like they maybe know each other a little better than they did before, so he can't really be too sad.

"I'll get it," Kurt says, setting some bills down.

"No, it's fine..."

"Blaine." Kurt reaches across to still his hand, but the second their fingers touch he can't help but hold his hand properly, rubbing his thumb over Blaine's palm. "Let me buy you dinner."

"In Cracker Barrel?"

"Cracker Barrel is awesome," Kurt smiles. He doesn't let go of Blaine's hand, staring deep into his eyes.

"It's a shame the table's in the way," Blaine says quietly, and Kurt grins.

"It is rather."

They tear themselves apart reluctantly and head back to the truck but the atmosphere is much lighter than before. The traffic is clear, and with Kurt behind the wheel they make good progress.

The rain starts just outside Dayton and only grows harder with each mile closer to home. Kurt squints and leans closer to the windshield. "Fuck. I can hardly see."

"You okay? You wanna stop?"

"Nah, no point. It'll be in for the night now anyway. Unless you wanna find a motel and I can have my wicked way with you?"

Blaine laughs loudly and shakes his head, unable to formulate a reply.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you feeling okay about going home?"

"Not really." His voice goes so quiet that it's hard to hear him over the noise of the rain and he fiddles with the cuffs of his jacket. "I don't think I ever will though."

"Dad went over last night."

"I didn't know that."

"I don't know what went on, exactly, but Spencer handed over a check for eight hundred dollars for damage to Bessie, so I'd say he's probably well aware of the severity of Simon's attack."

"He might be aware; doesn't mean he's gonna do anything about it."

Kurt fumbles in the near dark, finding Blaine's hand and squeezing it tight. "It'll get better, Blaine. I promise you."

He has to let go, unfortunately, because the massive thunder clap brings with it even harder rain, and Kurt needs both hands on the wheel. His phone buzzes on the bench between them and he talks to Blaine without taking his eyes off the road.

"Can you get that? It'll be dad asking if we're okay. Just text him back and say we're an hour away."

When Blaine unlocks the phone and sees the name Jeremy, and the words 'one image attached' he should set it back on the seat and tell Kurt it's not his dad, but he doesn't. He opens the message and yells loudly at the graphic photo of an erect penis with come dripping from it, and the words 'thinking of you' typed underneath.

"Jesus fuck, Kurt!" Blaine cries, dropping the phone as if burned. "What the fuck?!"

"What? What?" Kurt cries in panic, realizing that Blaine is cursing like a sailor. "What's wrong?"

"Is this your idea of a sick joke, Kurt? Huh? I know you have sex, I don't need pornagraphic images from one of your many lovers to remind me!"

"What are you talking about?" Kurt yells, suddenly feeling very sick indeed.

"This!" Shoving the phone into Kurt's line of vision, Blaine struggles to breathe through his anger as he watches Kurt give a horrified glance.

"Oh shit. Blaine... Hold up..." Glancing in his mirrors, he pulls over with his warning lights flashing and the second he does so, Blaine is out of the truck and running.

"Blaine! Get back in the truck," Kurt yells, but Blaine is quickly vanishing down the road in the rain and Kurt is forced to trail after him with the window down. "Blaine! Get in!"

"No!"

"Blaine! Get in the truck! You're an hour from home you idiot."

"I don't care!" Blaine cries desperately. "It's not my home, anyway."

Kurt stops the truck abruptly, jumping out and running after him and seizing him by the back of his jacket. "Get in the fucking truck or I'll punch the living shit out of you!" he yells, his anger at Blaine an attempt to hide his shame.

Blaine trails after him, climbing inside and sitting as near to the window as possible.

"You're all wet."

"No shit Sherlock," Blaine snaps. "Its raining."

Kurt shuts up, pulling back out onto the road and driving in silence until he just can't stand it anymore. "Can I explain?"

"No you cannot."

"Please?"

"No."

"Blaine...Jeremy is..."

"I don't give a damn, Kurt!" Blaine shouts angrily. "Just...go back to your life in New York and being an arrogant shit. You wanna act like a whore then do so, but don't try and drag me into your sordid little games."

"I wasn't! I was just..."

"Save it, Kurt! I'll be civil to you for your dad's sake, but don't ever talk to me about anything unless it concerns him or the car."

Kurt pulls into the driveway, and Blaine is surprised to find they're home already. He clicks the garage remote and Blaine jumps from the truck again, running into the garage, hotly pursued by an angry and indignant Kurt.

"I have had it with you!" he screams at Blaine's retreating back. "Your holier than thou attitude stinks, you know that? You are sixteen years old, Blaine! You know nothing of relationships or how they work!"

"Neither do you!" Blaine roars back, whirling about to confront him. "You think it's all about fucking someone and walking away. Can't you see that desire is so much more than that? You wanna release some tension then watch porn and get off to that, you jerk! Don't pimp yourself out, Kurt! You are so much better than that."

"Fuck you, Blaine! You don't know shit! Sex is good, okay? Sex is fun. I don't need to connect to anyone, I don't need to be romanced."

"You're lying," Blaine says, his voice gone soft and sad. "You're lying to yourself."

"What do you want, huh?" Kurt screams in his face. "What do you want from me Blaine? Is this it?" and seizing Blaine's face roughly in his hands, proceeds to pull him into a fierce kiss which is nothing more than an angry mashing of lips. There is no romance, no tenderness, just anger, hurt and pain. He lets go abruptly, shoving Blaine back hard against the garage wall.

Blaine reels for a moment, pretty sure he can taste blood from where his teeth have been pushed against his lips. "Yeah," he whispers sadly. "Makes sense you'd ruin that for me too."

Turning quickly, he walks from the garage without another word, out into the rain and the dark night. Kurt leans back against the wall, breathing hard. He is so worked up that he doesn't hear his dad coming in through the house door, but suddenly his voice comes.

"You are a number one idiot, you know that?"

"Shut up."

"You do know that was probably his first kiss, right?"

"His..." Kurt trails off weakly, overwhelmed with what he has just done.

"Oh come on, Kurt," his dad snaps. "You must know that."

"I...ah fuck it." He tears from the garage and across the road to where Blaine stands dripping wet, staring at his house as if wishing it would disappear. "That was your first kiss?" Kurt asks, stricken.

Blaine doesn't speak but gives a small nod, looking down at his shoes as the rain runs from his hair.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt says sadly. "You...I...I'm..." He is fully intending to apologize, but when Blaine looks up, pain and anguish painted across his face, Kurt is overcome. Surging forward, he closes the gap between them and claims Blaine's mouth in a hungry kiss. The feel of Blaine's wet hair sliding through his fingers only makes him press their bodies closer together, and then suddenly Blaine is kissing back in spite of himself, his hands fisting the front of Kurt's sweater and tugging him unfathomably closer still. The feel of their lips together is better than either could have ever imagined, and every ounce of frustration, anger and desire manifests itself in a kiss which neither ever wants to end.

The initial passion gives way to deep longing, and the kiss becomes romantic and loving. Tentatively, Kurt dares to taste with his tongue and when Blaine moans softly in his throat and opens his mouth wider, Kurt feels himself growing hard immediately. They keep kissing, right there on the corner of Blaine's driveway in the pouring rain, with Kurt's hands framing Blaine's face tenderly until eventually they slow. Even then they are both reluctant to part, dropping sweet kisses to each other's lips as gradually Blaine allows an ear splitting grin to take over his face.

"You have no idea how desperately I've wanted to do that," Kurt whispers, his eyes still closed as he presses his forehead against Blaine's. "I just..." He goes back in for more and Blaine responds willingly, his hands on the small of Kurt's back this time, pushing their groins together. It becomes Kurt's turn to whimper, and his soft groan is immediately swallowed by Blaine who runs his tongue into Kurt's mouth once more. This time, when they break it is to fall into a deep, long hug, and yes, Blaine does fit as perfectly as Kurt hoped he would.

He holds him tight and allows himself to be held in return, noticing how although Blaine might be young, and relatively small, he is manly and firm against him, and just the feel of Blaine's arms around him make him feel safe and secure.

"Blaine..."

But Blaine backs away, smiling softly. "Goodnight Kurt," he whispers. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He is up the porch stairs in two bounds, not at all surprised to find Spencer and his mom standing in the hall. "So you are gay then," Spencer states with utter disdain.

"Yep," Blaine says cheerfully, heading right for the stairs. "Sure looks that way to me."

Kurt walks slowly across the road, torn between needing time to get his head around it all or running back to Blaine and begging for more. When he opens the front door he finds his dad sitting in the armchair, pretending to read the newspaper.

"Don't say a word," Kurt calls as he heads for the stairs, and behind the paper, Burt gives a small smile.

"Wouldn't dream of it."