Prompt: "God only knows what we're fighting for"

Characters: Burt & Liz Hummel

Words: 575

"Honey?"

"What?"

"Honey, we need to talk. Kurt told me something when I was tucking him in."

That got Burt's attention. He rolled over, and looked at his wife. "What?" he asked again, a different question entirely.

"He said he's getting bullied at school. On the playground. In class. Everywhere. He says they were bullying a little girl named Rachel first, who has two fathers. Telling her that was bad, pushing her and kicking her. So, in the lunch line, he told them they were jerks. They asked him if he thought it was okay that this Rachel had two fathers, and do you know what he said?"

"How would I know what he said, Liz? I wasn't there," Burt grumbled. He didn't like where this was going.

"He said, 'So? Someday my kids are going to have two fathers. Are your kids going to tease them?'"

"The kid is six years old. How the hell does he know who he's gonna marry?" Burt complained, but his heart sped up. Kurt was honest to a fault. It was going to get him hurt. This was all happening too fast. He never imagined Kurt would have to face this kind of harassment in elementary school. He was just a kid. He still slept with a stuffed bear for crying out loud.

"How old were you when you chased me around on the playground with your arms open, too shy to talk to me?" she smiled, kissing him.

"Couldn't have been me," Burt claimed, rolling over. "Besides, we've known since he was three. He doesn't play sports except soccer, where he makes dandelion jewelry in the field. He plays wedding with his Power Rangers, they never fight bad guys. So what? Doesn't mean I love him any less."

"That's great, but honey…we've got to talk about this…"

"What's there to say?" Burt insisted. "He's a kid. He doesn't know what he wants. I mean, you know, he could change his mind. Nothing's set in stone this young."

"Will you stop being so stubborn and listen to me?" Liz exclaimed, smacking him lightly.

"Why are we fighting?" Burt asked, confused. "And why do you have to keep hitting me," he teased, rubbing his arm.

"We're not fighting. We're on the same side. Kurt's side. Can we at least agree on that?" Liz insisted.

"Yeah. Of course. I'd do anything for Kurt. You know that."

"Good."

"So, what do you want me to do? Go to the playground tomorrow and beat up the little jerks? Wait. Did he tell you what they did to him? They hurt that little girl, nothing would stop them from hurting him, too." Burt said, worry in his eyes.

"Yes, he said they make fun of him mostly. One kid threatened to beat him up but a playground monitor overheard and stopped it before things escalated. As far as what we should do, I was thinking of something more civilized," Liz commented, kissing him. "A conference with his teacher and the principal, maybe…and Kurt asked if Rachel could come to our house and play, so she wouldn't feel lonely."

"I'll tell him tomorrow he can have Rachel over, if it's okay with her parents. And we're meeting with the principal first thing tomorrow morning," Burt said, putting his arms around his wife.

"We've got a great kid, you know that?" Liz asked, after a pause.

"I know," Burt confirmed. "He takes after his mother."

The End.