A/N: Originally I put the Kurt's buying condoms chapter here, but it wasn't awkward at all so I put it in another story :D Enjoy this one!

Burt tossed around in bed, unable to get to sleep. Kurt's voice in his head is asking him to take a cup of warm milk. So he did.

Burt walked downstairs, looking at Kurt's unlit room. He stopped right outside, fingers on the doorknob and releasing a sigh. "I'm proud of you Kurt." He went for the fridge, finding a fresh carton on milk and warming it up in a pan. A high pitched giggle came from the bathroom and Burt snapped his head towards it.

No.. It can't be..

"Elizabeth?" Burt's eyes were now transfixed on the door, another giggle came out again. Burt bravely stepped towards the door, knocking.

"Ouch! Oh my god!" The voice shrieked, "Nooo it's a ghost ahhh DADDD!" Kurt screamed, getting away as far from the door into the bathroom, unknowing of the trail of blood flowing down his thigh.

"What the- Kurt are you inside?" Burt's eyebrows furrowed.

"DAD! THERE'S A GHOST KNOCKING ON MY DOOR HELPPP!" Kurt shivered, directing the shower head at the door.

"No Kiddo, I knocked on the door. Come out." Burt sighed. Kurt's voice was too similar to his mother's for his own good, he felt his eyes droop in exhausion slowly. Kurt opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Dad! Why are you awake now?" Kurt peeped out, worried.

"Insomnia.. But I drank warm- Hey Kurt you're bleeding!" Burt's eyes widened at the crimson spot increasing in diameter right at Kurt's...ahem. "Oh my god is it the cut from your zipper incident again? Oh my god Kurt can't you stop wearing those jeans!"

"Ahh!" Kurt shrieked again, slamming the door close. He uncoiled the towel from his waist and cursed. "Holy shit!"

"Kiddo what?" Burt stuck his ear on the wooden door.

Kurt washed away the strands of hair away from his crotch and stung the razor cut. "Nothing dad... Razor cut! Oww.."

"Careful! It's difficult to shave there-" Burt stopped midsentence blinking at the door. Unknowingly, Kurt was doing the same at the other side.

"KURT why are you shaving wherever you're shaving?" Burt knocked again, trying to get a response.

Oh shit. Damn. I shouldn't have told dad a razor- uggh! Kurt's mind reeled, unable to find an answer. "I..."

"Never mind Kurt, I don't wanna know." Burt said softly, changing his mind, and sat down on the dining table.

The toilet doorr creaked open, a head popping out to check and jerked when a pair of green blue eyes met his.

"Kurt."

"Heyyyy dad." The boy inched towards the staircase awkwardly, eyes darting around the darkness of the living room.

"What are you thinking?" Burt started. Kurt uncomfortably fidgeted, trying to get words on in a murmur.

"I- It's really- I mean- Ughh don't you know how gross it is to have hair growing everywhere down there and it's unsightly and Blaine says it tickled his nose and he can't stop sneezing and it's such a buzz kill- ohhhhh my god I didn't say that dad don't remember anything."Kurt's eyes widened in horror, before his flight instinct kicked in.

"Night." Burt said into the empty space Kurt just left, trying to decipher his speech. "What? It tickle's Blaine's nose.. OH MY GOD." He stormed into the basement, trying to open Kurt's room.

"Kurt explain to me what does pubic hair has to do with Blaine."

"ASK HIM! DON'T ASK ME!"

"I sure will." Burt darkly said, turning around to go back to his room and added a few things on his notepad.

To-do list:

Get Finn shirts

Buy Carole a necklace

Ask Blaine about his nose in relation to ... hair

Put shotgun on living room table tomorrow

A/N: How is it? :) Hehehe ~ I'm running out of ideas! Mind giving me more prompts and reviews my lovely readers? :)