Burt

I was mad at what I saw on the news that night.. On the Sue's Corner segment. She decided to take up the entire segment talking about my son, and not in a good light. She knew his name and everything, and spent the whole time bashing him, and his glee club. I was ready to punch her, but I wouldn't. I don't hit women. But still..

Well,Kurt looked happy when he walked in, but from what I saw there was worry in his face too. He didn't stop to talk with me, and I figured he would come to me if he needed to. And I was glad that he missed the news, but I am sure that someone from glee saw it, and would tell him.

Jesse

My plan worked too well. I thought it could last, but I was wrong. Around midnight the ramming on my door began. I just faked being asleep, but no one, not even the world's heaviest sleeper could sleep through the pounding and shouting.
I hated this. 2 weeks more of this,and then I would be free. And I had a feeling it probably would be 2 more weeks before I saw Kurt again. I doubt my mom would ever let me drive my car again.
Was all of this worth it? What was the worst that could of happened if I sucked it up and went to the church with my parents? I wondered to myself. And I gave myself an answer in an instant.
I probably would have had to listen shit that wouldn't change me one bit, and only make me feel bad. I stubbornly thought. Besides, tonight was amazing, up until now.. And considering it's now Saturday. So, it was worth it, and this is just a temporary consequence They'll learn to deal.
I tried to sleep once the noise died down, but it was hard. I had a feeling of guilt – one I don't often have. I didn't feel guilty that I let my family down (screw them); I felt guilty I led Kurt on a bit... Because of my family.

The next morning when I awoke after a restless night of sleep; I found that my door was wide open, and there was a note on my desk.
Dear Jesse,

It read in my father's handwriting. I was touched that he actually wrote it by hand instead of printing it off.
This is your punishment: We are spending a wonderful month long trip in the Bahamas without you, and yes we put a parking boot on your car.

What wonderful parents I have!

And when we come back (for your regionals) we will give you your inheritance and car back if you aren't dating that boy, and you go onto win Regionals. And it's not one or the other.

-Love dad and mom

Kurt

I had the hardest time going to bed; I was worried for Jesse. The last text he sent me was awful; his family was basically trying to tear down his door, and insulting him in the process. It just made me sick. It also made me grateful for my dad; he may not understand me completely, but he is supportive of me completely. I felt like I was destroying his life, but he was making mine so much better. Despite what goes on at school; he makes me feel good. In 4 short days I went from lonely, hating Jesse, sexual tension (or it seemed that way to me in our first confrontation), a crush, a kiss, a date, and now well I am falling in love. Is it too soon? Just a high school fling? I wondered darkly to myself. I was reeling with thoughts, and it was hard for me to sleep, but ultimately I did,

Normally I'm not a morning person, and that morning it was even worse. As the sun shone in from my windows, still bright even though the shades were meant to block it out. I slowly rose out of my bed, and glanced over at my clock. It was 9:35. About an hour earlier than I get up on Saturdays, but I was glad that I did.
I quickly pulled out my phone, and saw a text from Jesse sent about an hour ago. At first I just thought it was a good morning text, but then I read it.

Family kicked me out... Car booted. Only $250.

I put my hand over my mouth, and almost screamed. I had heard of similar things, parents kicking their kids out because they were gay; that was one reason I was originally hesitant to tell my dad. But abandoning them in their own house? That is just wrong. Some parents he had. I had to talk to Jesse, and not just in text; a conversation like this should happen over the phone.
I dialed Jesse's number, and in an instant he answered.

"Jesse?" I said, basically asking if he was okay.

"Kurt. It's so good to hear your voice." Jesse's voice was a bit shaky. "I don't mean to impose.. Is there anyway you can help?"

"Well, my car is being worked on; dad says it's minor, but he is working on paying customers first." I explained, and then the thought hit me. "Can you walk to my dad's shop? He's a mechanic Owns Hummel automotive I am sure he could fix your car."
"Okay... And maybe I can ask him for some more help. He seems like an understanding guy."
I wasn't sure what those other things were, but I had to agree.
"Meet me at his store then?"
"Yes. " Jesse agreed quickly. "I – thank you." It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but I wouldn't argue.
"I'll see you, babe." I smiled. Even though I knew he couldn't see it, I still had to.

Once we said our goodbyes I rushed to see my dad who was just about to leave for work.
"You want to what?" He was shocked I wanted to go to the shop with him. It had been forever since I wanted to.
"You'll see, dad. Besides, you have my car." I said with a mysterious laugh.

"Okay, son. I don't know what you are going for, but I am still flattered."

I smiled, and followed him out to the car after grabbing my mineral water, and an orange. Yes, that was my breakfast. I really wasn't hungry; I don't think I could of eaten more knowing about Jesse.
"Dad, have you ever wanted to abandon me or kick me out?" I wondered out loud
He gave me a look, but then replied "Never. Like I said before, I always have known who you were. Sure, I didn't want to believe it at first, but I have never wanted to get rid of you." My father said in all honesty. "Why are you asking me this, Kurt?"
"Jesse's parents... They, well, they basically left him at the family home with no car, and almost no money." I sighed. I was waiting for Jesse to tell him, but I guess it was better I did.
There was a pause, and my dad just shook his had, and sighed. "When did this happen to him?"

"This morning. The reason I am going with you is because Jesse is walking to the shop. He wants you to fix his car; get the parking boot off, and there was something else he wanted to ask you. I don't know what it is." I explained with pain in my voice.
"I will help him." My dad told me at the stop light just before pulling in.

About 15 minutes later Jesse showed up. He looked warn out from walking that mile and a half.
I smiled an inviting smile when I saw him, anyway. I ran over and gave him a hug.
He just gave me a kiss on the cheek, because he knew how awkward I was with kissing around my dad.