~VioletCherry342~


Kurt bit his lip. "I'll be right back, okay?"

They had just pulled in front of his house, and David was obviously nervous. He'd been wringing his hands with abandon for the past twenty minutes and his lower lip was raw from him chewing on it. Kurt had been massaging his knee absently, not realizing what that usually insinuated, trying to get him to just breathe a little deeper. He'd even moved to the middle seat and kissed his neck a few times. Then David nearly swerved them off the road and he settled for just leaning on the arm he'd freed.

"Okay," David agreed, tilting Kurt's face up to brush their lips together gently. Kurt smiled into the kiss, crawling out of the truck before it got too involved, and went inside. "Dad?"

"Hey, kiddo," He called back, looming around the kitchen.

"How are you?" He asked shyly, his boots clicking the floor as he held his jacket tight around him. The room was silently deafening, to Kurt, at least, and it made him feel freezing.

"Fine," Burt replied, looking at his son and grinning. "How was school?"

"Good, actually," He said. "Finn's with Puck, ya know."

"Yeah, you just missed him." He gestured to the door like that was some sort of clue that it just closed behind his step brother. He noticed how his son kept shifting and looking around the room like he'd never been there before, and bit his lip. "Is something wrong?"

"I...Wanted to talk to you," He said. God, this was stiff. He hadn't even told his dad that he and Blaine broke up.. Damn.

"Sit down talk?" Burt visibly tensed when Kurt nodded.

"Not that talk, Dad," Kurt reassured, sitting down on the couch.

He sighed, secretly relieved (No Dad wants to have that talk..), and sat down on the couch with him. "What is it?"

"When I say David, what do you think of?" He asked, then corrected himself when his dad looked lost. "David Karofsky."

"Prison," He stated simply. "Or a morgue."

"Dad," Kurt said, shocked.

"What?" His brows furrowed. "He threatened to kill you.. He harassed you for months.. I have every right to hate the kid. Why? He's not bothering you again, is he? So help me, I'll fucking choke the life out of him.."

"Dad!" Kurt scolded.

"Is he?" He asked, scowling.

"He's...Different." Kurt swallowed.

"...What?"

"Look, I didn't want him to talk to me at first either, but.." He shook his head. "I truly believe he.."

"He what?" Burt pushed, getting frustrated.

"..cares. About me."

Burt held back a scoff. "Please..Continue..Before I admit you to a mental hospital."

"He.. He started walking me to class three weeks ago..And out to the car.. And this week..He's been giving me rides to school.. I..I feel safer when he's there, Dad, I really do..And..I felt like I was falling for him and Blaine and I... We separated. I didn't want to hurt him but..Even he could tell I'm..in love with someone else.. And David.. He kissed me, and I.. I really think he cares, and I trust him..with everything I've got.." He'd spaced out on the coffee table while he spoke, thinking of things he really did not want to share with his dad, or anyone for that matter. The kisses they'd shared just a while before, the way his eyes seemed to come to life when he saw Kurt, how he'd totally abandon his friends just to come say hello to him. It was sweet, and kind, and romantic, and he never wanted this to end.

"...You're happy with him?" Burt still looks confused. "He didn't threaten you into doing this, did he?"

Kurt shook his head. "No."

Burt hesitated. "Kurt.. Kiddo.. You have to understand why I'm a little skeptical about this..."

"I know.." Kurt swallowed. "He..He wants to talk to you."

.~.*.~.*.~.*.~.

"I want to what?" David asked, his hazel eyes widening like Kurt told him he thinks he'd look hot in drag.

"I just said you want to talk with him," Kurt admitted, muttering, "Alone.."

"Alone?" Kurt had never seen him so anxious; it was cute that he was so concerned about meeting his dad. "Kurt, I..I don't know."

"He needs to talk to you to approve us.." Kurt could almost feel his Dad's eyes on them from the window and he bit his lip. "Please?"

"Kurt, he'll hate me." David was a nervous wreck. He couldn't meet Kurt's dad! What the hell had he been thinking? He was going to get himself killed! Fuck.. "What if he won't let us be together..?"

"He will," Kurt said, oh-so-confident in them. He took David's hand, which was a sight on its own for how male-female it looked. David was just staring at how their fingers seemed to lock together like puzzle pieces, when Kurt brushed his nose against his. "Just be..yourself. The you I'm in love with."

His cheeks went a violent shade of cherry when he realized what he'd just said, and David's lips parted. "What?"

"I-I um..." Kurt swallowed, suddenly looking down at David's sneakers, tapping his toes against his. David's hand snaked up to Kurt's chin, tilting his face up, crushing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"I-"

"Shh.." Kurt whispered, still flushing miserably as he pressed two fingers against David's lips. "Don't.. Not yet.."

David's brows furrowed. "How come?"

Kurt tried to push up on his toes to kiss the creases in his forehead away but was too short, settling to kiss his nose, which did the job just fine. "It's not the right time.."

"Not like the movies?" David teased.

"Nope." Kurt grinned playfully, standing a little straighter.

"Hmm." David smirked. "How about this?"

His hands snake up Kurt's sides, turning them around so he's trapped between his much larger body and the car as he starts moving his fingers like he's playing a really fast song on the keyboard, and Kurt yelps, his eyes widening. "No!"

Burt nearly threw the door opened and pounded David to a fucking pulp before he saw Kurt start laughing, trying to curl away from David. David laughed too, moving a knee so Kurt couldn't get past the sides either.

"S-Stop it!" Kurt squealed, smacking David's chest, feeling goosebumps forming on his skin as David moved from his ribs to his stomach, tickling him like there's no tomorrow, when finally Kurt managed to squirm at the right angle for David to stop, chuckling at how hard he was breathing.

"Aw, is Fancy tired?" He teased, kissing his nose.

Kurt pouted, panting slightly. "Jerk."

David laughed, kisses his pursed lips. "You have a great laugh.."

"Meh." Kurt glared adorably. "I'll get you, Karofsky..Mark my words."

"Sure, Fancy," He said, kissing the smaller boys ear. "Sure..."

"I already am," He said. "Now stop procrastinating, scaredycat, and let's go talk to my dad."

.~.*.~.*.~.*.~.

It took quite a bit of dragging, begging, and pushing on Kurt's part to get David in the door, but once he did, he was greeted by his dad's thick glare at David, and started gnawing his lip. Please, oh, please play nice.. Kurt mentally begged.

"Can I be in the room if I say nothing?" Kurt requested.

"I guess.." Burt stated, continuing to glare oh-so-viciously at the footballer player that entered his house.

Kurt squeezed David's larger hand, and sat in the lonely little chair that was his before Finn waltzed in a stole it. They always fought over that, and Kurt always won unless A) Their parents came in so he couldn't mention something about Noah or B) Finn got his stinky assed football gear on the chair first, and Kurt did not want to clean it while watching the television.

David then collapsed on the opposite chair, as to not sit with Burt on the couch, and the first thing out of his father's mouth is, "My son is not some toy. To you, or to anyone. And so help me God if you are playing some little game with your friends, I will personally kick your ass."

Kurt's jaw nearly fell open, and David prayed no one could see how he paled.

There you go, David! His mind screams at him. THAT is fate right there telling you to run while you can!

But he doesn't want to run...

"No," He said, shaking his head. "Kurt's not just a game to me, sir.."

Getting him in bed is a different story...

"Don't call me sir," Burt scolds, and David catches Kurt pinch the bridge of his nose in shock. "Also, if you exploit him for being gay anymore, which would be cutting your nose off despite your face, you can answer to me."

"Da-"

"No, M-"

"I'm not finished," He cut them both off, giving Kurt a look for trying to speak at all during this tiff he wasn't supposed to be present for anyhow. "Bruises? One tiny little bruise that I catch, be it from you or anyone else, you will get the heat for it. Why? Because it will typically be one of your ball faced little friends, and you are going to be his main source of protection at that school now. Mmkay?"

Kurt flushed and his eyes widened at the oh-so-charming term, "Ball Faced". David didn't know it was possible to get that red.

"Okay?" Burt reillerated, harsher this time.

"Yes, sir," David blurted once he realized he wanted a response now.

Burt lifted a brow, and he corrected himself, "M-Mr. Hummel."

"Better."

Holy fuck that man had a look that could send the devil on his merry way. David tried not to cringe into the chair from how long the burning gaze remained on him, finally averting his stare to look at the floor.

"Dad," Kurt tries. "Uh.. Could I steal my boyfriend now?"

David's heart fluttered a little at the title, and then the guilt hit him once again.

Burt sighed. "I guess. Open. Door."

"Yes, Dad." Kurt jumped up, flushing miserably, grabbing David's hand. "C'mon."


OKAY! That was a lot of writing. Haha, and I'm gonna go write some more! :D
Nothing really to say, but.. Phew.. Who else wanted Burt to scare the crap out of David? And he's not done ;)
PWEASE REVIEW!