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Hope you enjoy this chapter. Not a lot happening in it, next one though. Well maybe.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Blaine walked into the lounge room he immediately saw Kurt's father standing at the window, staring into the night sky. Blaine didn't even think Burt had heard him enter the room. Clearing his throat, he waited for the older man to turn around before he spoke.

"Kurt's gone to have a shower and he'll need another ice pack sir."

"Please call me Burt. How is he? How is my boy?"

Taking a second before answering, Blaine realised that he deserved to know the truth but he knew that it had to come from Kurt. So he decided to stick to the basics.

"He's doing ok. Like I said before, he stood up for me. I'm sorry sir, Kurt got hurt because of me."

"Son, it's not your fault. The fault lies with the other boy, Karofsky wasn't it?"

Blaine nodded, he liked Kurt's dad. He knew that Burt would be there for his son, no matter what. Just like his dad. They were lucky to have fathers that accepted them. He looked over at Burt, only to be caught in the older man's gaze. Blaine started to feel uncomfortable the longer the gaze went on and he started to fidget but he never moved his eyes. He felt like he was being tested, being sized up and he really hoped that he would pass. Eventually Burt picked up his beer and sat back on the couch. He took a sip before speaking.

"How long have you known Kurt?"

"Four days." Blaine was surprised to realise that he had only met Kurt four days ago. It had felt like a lot longer than that. Admittedly, he had first seen Kurt months before. He hadn't told Kurt that he, Dave and Wes had been at Regionals. They had gone to see what sort of competition they would be facing if they entered. While Dave and Wes had been checking out the girls, he had been checking out the boys. Watching each boy in turn, he had been a little disappointed. None of them had done anything for him until his eyes had landed on Kurt and he couldn't take his eyes off him. He had looked so cute in his black shirt and gold tie. Of course, back then, he didn't know if Kurt was gay but he had hoped. His thoughts were interrupted when Burt spoke.

"That's not long, but I have to say, Kurt lights up whenever he mentions your name, which has been quite a lot lately. So, my question is, how serious is this thing between you both? I don't want my son to get hurt."

"Sir, Burt, I care about him. As you said, we've not known each other long but I don't want to see Kurt get hurt either. I want to be with him. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but it's the truth."

Burt continued watching this boy. He sounded sincere and Burt had to admit, if Kurt had been straight, he probably wouldn't be as worried. But he was, he was concerned for his son. Kurt meant the world to him and yes, because he was gay, he was extra protective. He knew that he had to let go and maybe this boy could take up some of the caring.

"You know what Blaine? I like you. You seem to be a nice boy. I'm gonna let you date my son but I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"Thank you sir, I won't let you down."

"Good. Now, I've got to ask you this, so I'm sorry if it offends you. Do your parents know that you are gay? It's just that I don't want Kurt to have to sneak around."

"They know sir, they have known for some time. They, like you, are very supportive. One day, I hope for you all to meet."

"I would like that. Now, have you rung them to let them know where you are?"

"They are out of town at the moment but I did ring Rosa, our housekeeper, and told her what had happened and where I was. I told her that I would ring her again later. I would like to stay with Kurt for a little while longer, if that is alright with you?"

"That'll be fine. Come on, you can get a new ice pack and I'll think about something for dinner."

Kurt watched them leave the room and wiped a tear from his cheek as he stepped out of the shadows. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't even realised that he was there. He had been touched by what they had been saying. He wanted them to get along. He loved his father and had grown to care deeply for Blaine. The older boy had truly been there for him. What he had gone through in the last four days was more than what most people go through in a lifetime, yet Blaine hadn't run for the hills. He had stayed by Kurt's side. That told Kurt so much about the kind of guy he was. What he felt for Blaine was so much stronger that the feelings he'd harboured for Finn. He now realised that that had only ever been a crush, not anything serious. He'd latched onto Finn, because if he was honest with himself, he knew that he was straight. He hadn't truly been ready for a real relationship so he played one out in his mind. But with Blaine, well, he was ready for a real relationship. He was still standing in the doorway when Blaine came back into the lounge room.

"Kurt, what are you doing standing there? Come and sit down."

Taking his hand gently, he led Kurt to the couch and made him sit down. He then placed a pillow behind his back and bent to lift his legs onto the couch. Kurt smiled indulgently at him. He was being so sweet.

"Blaine, I'm fine. You don't need to fuss so much. Please, just sit with me."

Blaine stopped what he was doing and sat down but he still lifted Kurt's legs and placed them on his lap. He handed over the ice pack then took Kurt's hand in his. This is how Burt found them when he came back into the room. He could clearly see that these two boys cared for each other. It was written all over their faces. He just wished that they would slow things down a bit. Four days, that was hardly time to get to know each other, let alone start a serious relationship. What he refused to remember was that he'd proposed to Kurt's mother within a week of meeting her. Of course she had said no but they were engaged six months later.

"Hey kiddo, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine dad, really. You and Blaine are taking excellent care of me."

Burt sat down in the armchair next to the couch and asked Kurt if he felt like dinner.

"You know what? I'm starving. What's for dinner?"

"Well, there isn't a lot in the kitchen, so how about take-out?" Before Kurt could answer, Burt held up his hand and continued. "Something healthy, I know."

For the next half hour, the conversation centred on what food they wanted. They couldn't make up their minds. Each wanted something different so it came down to drawing it out of a hat. When Italian was drawn from the hat, Blaine smiled. He'd won. Burt stood up and grabbed his keys telling the boys he'd be back soon, the little Italian place a couple of blocks over was still open. Picking up his phone as well, he phoned through the order as he walked out of the house.

When the sound of the car faded, Kurt tugged on Blaine's hand, pulling him in for a kiss. He placed the ice pack on the floor and used that hand to caress Blaine's face. He rubbed Blaine's lip with his thumb and he felt the tingle run up his arm and he was sure that it lodged in his heart which was racing. He'd never felt like this before. He felt excited and calm at the same time. He just knew that this was right. Tugging on Blaine's hand again, he urged him forward. Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt and leaned forward, using his arms to support himself. He placed a kiss on Kurt's forehead before gently kissing his closed eyes and then each cheek before finally placing his lips softly on Kurt's. Slowly moving his lips, he let his tongue run across his lips before letting it dart into his mouth. Hearing a groan, he wasn't sure if it had been him or Kurt. The kiss deepened and Blaine lowered himself down, laying his body against Kurt's. But, in that instant, Kurt stiffened and Blaine instantly pulled back.

He looked down at Kurt, whose eyes remained closed and saw that he had gone white. Blaine silently cursed himself for letting things get this far. Especially tonight. He sat up and pulled Kurt up so that his head was resting on his chest. Blaine knew that Kurt needed to talk to someone about what had happened today if he was ever going to move past it.

"Kurt, you have to talk about this. You have to talk to your father. He deserves to know. You can't live like this. You can't let Karofsky ruin your life."

Kurt remained quiet.

"I know I promised you that I wouldn't tell anyone but it's not good for you, so I'm sorry to say this. But if you don't tell your dad the whole story, I will."

"What does Kurt have to tell me?" Burt asked from the doorway as both boys turned to face him.