Title: Klaine Drabbles to Music

Started: 10/2/11

Finished: u/k

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its respective characters.

Unrelated Drabble 2: Burt

Kurt noticeably shivered as he clutched his phone, his knuckles turning white. Blaine was in the bedroom, patiently waiting for him. They had agreed that they were both ready, so they had everything they needed. There was only one hurdle left; possibly the biggest one yet.

The idea of lying to his dad never sat well with him, especially over the big things. Kurt and his dad were very close, and they always tried to be honest with each other, at least since the heart attack. And he was taking his dad's advice about sex to heart: he waited until he was ready, he was using it to connect with someone, and he certainly wasn't throwing himself around; the way Kurt saw it, (and his inner skeptic was smirking at this) he was giving himself to the boy he loved. But he just couldn't think of how he'd phrase the truth to Burt when it was so personal and embarrassing…and could very well get Blaine in trouble.

So he took a deep breath and with a clammy thumb tapped his phone until his dad appeared in his contacts.

It rang three times and he almost hung up twice, but before he knew it his dad's voice sounded. "Hey kiddo, what's up?"

Kurt clenched his fists and nodded to himself. He could do this. "Hey dad, um…I'm over at Rachel's. W-we're just watching musicals and stuff, but the Andrew Lloyd Webber debates are getting pretty intense." He forced a laugh. "I was wondering if I could spend the night."

There was a brief pause on the other end and Kurt's stomach turned with it. He licked his lips, hoping he could maybe erase the lie from them.

"Um…sure, Kurt. Just don't forget, you promised Carole you guys are going shopping tomorrow."

He nodded vigorously, even though his dad couldn't see it. "Yeah, yeah I remember. Don't worry, I'll be back early," he promised sincerely.

"Well, okay then. You and Rachel have fun." Burt told him, and there was a beat before he added meaningfully, "Just be careful okay?"

Kurt swallowed, feeling a small wave of relief. "Yeah. Sure dad. Thanks. I love you!" He rushed to add.

"Anytime kiddo. I love you too." Burt told his son, and hung up the phone. He stared at the blank screen for a minute, then set it down on the counter, sighing heavily.

"Hey honey," Carole greeted, strolling past him and reaching into the snack cupboard. "Where's Kurt?"

"Uh, he's out with a friend. He's spending the night, but he'll be back in time to go shopping tomorrow."

She laughed and opened the fridge. "Great! I need his advice on that new sweater I found. Maybe we can invite Blaine along; those two are just impossibly precious when they're shopping together!"

Burt nodded and drummed his fingers on the countertop pensively.

"Excuse me, is there any more dip?"

They glanced up as Rachel stepped into the kitchen, holding out a small green bowl. "Finn was running low, so I thought I'd get him some more."

Carole grinned and pulled a small tub from a shelf. "Way ahead of you honey."

Rachel smiled politely and looked at Burt. "Mr. Hummel, are you almost ready? You're missing the movie."

He smiled back at her pleasantly. "I'll be right there. Just tell Finn not to Bogart my Fritos."

"Yes sir," she told him with a laugh, and took the tub from Carole before waltzing back into the living room.

Carole glanced at her husband, and paused at the concentrated face he was making. "Honey? Are you okay?"

Burt looked up at his wife. He didn't say anything at first, but he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Oh, I'm fine. And I think that's a good idea. Blaine probably would love to come with you guys tomorrow."

"I hope so," she replied, kissing his cheek. "Kurt's just so happy when Blaine's around."

Burt pictured his son's grinning face the day he first met the private school boy, and smiled to himself.

"Yeah…Yeah he is."

FIN

Okay, I know this is the polar opposite of The Talk, the other Blaine-Kurt-Burt-Sex-Talk story I posted, but I just wanted to explore going the other way.