!(10) French Fries and Milkshakes
When Kurt woke up, he had a splitting headache and no recollection of what in the hell happened last night, just a very vague memory of a lot of fuzziness, and two indistinct figures dancing... Or fighting?
His dad knocked in the door and entered, carrying a breakfast plate, complete with pancakes, bacon and sausage links, scrambled eggs, and of course some orange juice.
Burt shrugged and sat next to his son. "Seemed like you had a rough night."
"I wouldn't know," Kurt admitted. He shook his head. "Dad, I swear to you, I did not drink a sip of alcohol, but... I can't remember anything. Except, maybe..." Kurt shook his head. "Nah, it couldn't possibly—he wasn't even there," he mumbled half to himself.
"I trust you, kid." Burt said. "You probably just slipped and hit your head." he desperately wanted to tell his son the truth, but Kurt seemed so... Not particularly happy, but not upset either. "So, you going tonight?"
Kurt cocked his head to the side in confusion, then, his eyes widened in realization. "It's prom night, tonight, isn't it?"
Burt nodded. "You don't have to go if you don't want to, Kurt. We could stay home, have ourselves a little Duck Dynasty marathon—"
Kurt gave him a small smile. "That show is horrible."
"I know."
Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, dad, but I think I'm gonna go." Burt nodded understandingly. "I mean, I've already bought the ticket, rented my tux. You only get one Junior prom, and I'm not gonna miss out on one of the greatest nights of my life just because some idiot decided to mess up." He gave his dad a smile.
Burt smiled back. "You are your father's son," and brought him in for a bone crushing hug.
"Nobody pushes the Hummels around, remember?"
XXX
"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Blaine mumbled into his phone. He'd called Kurt about four times already, and all four times it went to voicemail.
Hi, you've reached Kurt Hummel. Please leave a message after the beep.
"God dammit," grunted Blaine as he pushed the end button.
"If he didn't pick up the first hundred times, then he's probably not gonna pick up the hundred and first time." Quinn walked out of her wardrobe, wearing her blue sparkly dress that she was planning on wearing that night.
Blaine smiled fondly. "You look gorgeous."
"There's still time," she pointed out. "If you still wanna go."
Blaine shook his head. "No thanks."
"I bet Kurt'll be there," she tempted him.
He paused, contemplating the idea. "I didn't buy a ticket. And besides, if I'm going to get publicly humiliated, I'm not going to do it looking like this." He pointed to his outfit: jeans and a StarWars graphic tee. "Afraid I'm a little underdressed for the occasion."
"Oh," she said, heading I her nightstand and pulling out something from the drawer. "But what's this?" She held up a small blue cardstock ticket.
"Quinn Fabray," said Blaine in a mock warning tone.
"And there's an old tux of my dad's in the wardrobe..." She shrugged.
"Are you ambushing me to prom?" He joked.
She rolled her eyes. "It was cheaper than taking you out on a date."
She stuck the ticket out towards him. He bit his lip, hesitating for a moment. Finally, he caved. "Fine," he relented. "I'll go."
Quinn squealed and hugged him. "This is going to be the most unforgettable night ever!"
Blaine scoffed. "You're going to say that about your Senior prom, too, I bet."
"Why is my best friend such a cynic?" She rolled her eyes.
"I try, darling." He laughed. "I try."
XXX
Kurt stepped out of his room and into the living room. "What do you think?" He asked his dad, sporting his prom outfit, which consisted of a black long sleeved suit and a white flower in his front pocket. (I apologize I know nothing about clothes)
"You look great." Stated Burt. "You could wear a paper bag over your head and look great."
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."
Kurt started heading towards the door, but Burt stopped him. "Have fun, tonight, Kurt."
Kurt nodded. "I will. And I will be more careful than last night."
"Wait, Kurt." Burt sighed. "Before you go, just remember to keep an open heart and mind. Make sure you know who your friends are, and who aren't. I happen to know that a certain someone cares about you a lot, and he deserves to be heard out. We all make mistakes, Kurt. But one of the biggest ones can be not forgiving them."
Kurt nodded responsively. "Why do I feel like you know more than I do?"
Burt huffed a laugh. "I'm your dad, I'm supposed to know more than you."
Kurt smiled. "I'll be back, dad." He headed out the door and towards his car.
"Have fun!" Burt called.
"Will do, dad! Will do..."
XXX
A/N: LIKE i said, mostly a filler, but up next... the last chapter wahh:( ima miss it!