I just posted days 8-10, and 11 is going up later today. Let me know what you thought!
"Kurt?" Burt Hummel said into the microphone attatched to his ancient desktop computer. "Kurt, you left this Skype thing going. I don't know how to shut it off!"
Kurt didn't seem to hear him. His back was to the camera and he was talking into his phone, free hand gesticulating wildly, like he was either very upset or very excited about something. Burt shrugged and tried to search on google whether it was okay to close the Skype program with the little x box thingy, or if that would keep charging him minutes. Skype charged minutes, right?
When Burt clicked back over to the Skype window to see if the program had a help menu, he saw that Kurt was laying on his bed, face up, and someone else was lying next to him, also looking at the ceiling. Their hands were idly intertwined above the bed between them and both pairs of feet kicked freely, like both boys were completely relaxed.
Huh. Kurt had mentioned he was seeing someone, but hadn't said much about him, saying it was still too new to "jinx". Whoever he was, it looked at least like he was making Kurt happy. The picture was too blurry to make out much that far away from the camera, but when the other boy shifted positions, Burt saw that he had a stupid punk haircut, kinda like that Puckerman kid had when Kurt and Finn were in high school.
Burt always knew Kurt was going to meet some interesting people when he followed his big dreams to the city, and wondered what this kid's name was. He'd have to grill Kurt for details the next time they Skyped. Burt wrote down a note to get Finn over to the house in a few days so he could get the program going again.
Provided Burt could figure out how to close the damn thing in the first place.
Ten minutes later, Burt had just read about the "End Call" button and located it when he realized the two boys on the screen were wearing a lot fewer clothes than they had been. Burt couldn't click that button fast enough.
He wrote down another note to remind Kurt to close things out from his end next time, too. Especially if he was going to be entertaining this nameless boy in his dorm room. Burt wrote down a third note, reminding himself to rib Kurt even harder about the new boyfriend, and to get his name.
As he was leaving the office and clinking down the stairs toward the kitchen to get his one allowed late-afternoon beer, Burt wondered what had ever happened to that Puckerman kid.