Author's note: Man this is fun to write. I have never enjoyed writing a fic so much. Thanks for reading (and hopefully enjoying).
Dave writing
Kurt writing
PART ELEVEN
"I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time on your computer. Extra school work?" His dad asks, and he freezes, because he doesn't lie to his dad. Well, he tries his best not to, and it's not like he's been doing anything illegal…
"Um. No. Not really. Just the normal amount of homework. I've just found… something I like doing online."
His dad stops, looks uncomfortable and refuses to meet his eye and Kurt's eye widen as he realizes his dad thinks he's talking about porn.
"No! Dad! It's not like that. It's not porn, I'm not watching porn!" Reading maybe…
"Kurt. I don't need to know buddy, I just… Actually, I really don't want to know. You're a teenage boy, and now that you're single –"
"Dad! I'm… oh my god, this is a horrible conversation…"
"Yeah well, it ain't no picnic for me," Burt mutters and Kurt knows his cheeks are as red as his dad's. "I just don't want you to get all… withdrawn."
"I'm… reading stuff online. It's… it's called fanfiction. You know when you read a book and you kind of wonder what happens to one of the side characters, or what would have happened if one key point had gone in a completely different way? Well, there are all these stories that people have written, and it's amazing. I read a lot of it when I was sick last week. Anyway… I'm just reading stuff."
"Hmm. You're not telling me everything. But…" his dad lets out a long sigh. "You're old enough to make your own decisions. Just… be safe."
"Dad… I'm not being stupid. I might have, kind of, made friends with one of the authors of some of the stories…"
"You… friends like how?" Burt asks, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"He's my age, gay, and we… talk. Well, type. It's… nice to have someone else to talk to. He's funny and smart. But I'm not an idiot. We haven't exchanged names, or even which state we're from, although I've figured we're both in the Eastern timezone… he… I'd consider him a friend. We talk about stuff. He only just came out to his dad like last week… that type of stuff."
"Oh… okay. Well, you just be careful. Sounds like you're being sensible."
"Of course. You haven't raised an idiot."
"I know…" His dad wraps his arms around him and he relishes the warm smell of machine oil that will forever and always remind him of his dad. "You home for dinner tonight?"
"Of course. I'm cooking. Giving Carole the night off, and making sure you don't sneak any extra slices of cheese when you think she isn't looking," Kurt says, poking his dad in the stomach. He laughs and pulls away before pushing him in the direction of the kitchen.
"I'll see you later buddy, just going to check the garage."
He waves and watches his dad drive away, setting about poaching some chicken, oven-roasting some tomatoes and boiling some pasta. He's come to learn that pasta is his friend when he needs to feed Finn, and some low-fat cheese makes everyone happy. He works quickly, making a salad and then preparing a combined chicken, pasta, tomato and cheese dish for Finn and his dad. He sets a timer and goes and gets his laptop, setting it up on the dining table so he can attend to dinner and also send a message to HookedonHope. He almost knows his schedule, what days he has football training, or hockey, and games always mean chapters will be a bit later, although there aren't any more games now really, just fun scrimmages or something.
I told my dad about you tonight.
-What?-
Well. Not specifics obviously, but in broad general terms. That you write fanfic and are a gay teenager like myself and just came out to your dad. He has a soft spot for you already, although of course got all stranger-danger on me for a brief second before remembering exactly how old I am.
You told your dad about fanfic?
Well, again, not the specifics. Just that there are stories that I like to read.
So you completely glossed over the 'I jerk off while reading about guys fucking each other' bit? I can understand that, I'd gloss over it too. LOL
Yeah. I don't think my dad needs to know details like that. I'm pretty sure he was pretty convinced I was watching porn anyway.
Porn has its uses. I have to get my inspiration from somewhere. *wink*
Well then, maybe it's not all completely terrible, if it inspires you to write what you do. I, however, prefer your written word and fictional characters.
I'll take that as a compliment. So anything else interesting happen today, cause I kind of came out to someone else. Except… not. Again. Man. Seriously. People just keep asking me if I'm gay and… I can't say no anymore.
LOL. It's just as well you -are- gay then, because if they were asking and you were straight then things would get confusing when you brought a girlfriend home for the first time. Was it your mom this time?
Pfft. Fuck no. Trust me, if it had been her I'd be freaking out a lot more. It was this guy at school. He kind of saw me do something stupid ages ago and has been… I don't know, thinking it over. Anyway, his brother's best friend is gay and he kind of offered… friendship I suppose. It was weird. And awkward. He's kind of one of those straight guys that wants to be okay with gay guys but really doesn't seem to get it. At least he's willing to try though. More mature than most guys on the team that's for sure.
He's on your team? Are you going to be okay? Are you sure he's not going to tell anyone? Because I really don't like the idea of him suddenly ambushing you with the rest of the team or something. These things happen. Oh god. I wouldn't even know if something did happen. I mean, I realized yesterday that apart from this I have no way of contacting you, and it kind of freaked me out a bit.
Dude. Chill. He's not going to say anything. He's known for months and there are only like three weeks of school left. Don't create drama where there isn't any. I'll be fine. But I have a tumblr account, I mean you can check me out there. I post random shit there though, everything from porn to Sherlock stuff, to Sherlock porn. It's not for the faint hearted. But if I suddenly disappear there are people there that can probably track me down.
Kurt lets out a long breath. Okay. That's kind of reassuring but also not. He doesn't want to have to track him down if he suddenly disappears off the face of the internet. But he's not exactly sure what else he can do. One of the bells dings in the kitchen and he swears, going in and working quickly. He sets everything up, ready to be served and covered in foil. He needs to set the table, and he does it around his laptop, formulating an answer.
Okay. So, tumblr. I used to be on that. I'll find you. Sorry, but your talk of karma and bad things happening and, okay, so maybe I'm being a little over dramatic but I just worry. I'm a worrier. You'll just have to deal with it.
That's fine. Just as easy to deal with you being paranoid as it is dealing with you being bossy and demanding. *wink* I gotta go cook dinner for my dad. You around after dinner?
Yes. Just been cooking as well actually. Poached chicken and oven-roasted pasta bake with cheese (low fat) for my dad and brother, and salad with some pasta and chicken for myself and step-mom.
There's no answer, and he knows HookedonHope is probably cooking, and he kind of like the idea of a guy being able to cook, he's never been cooked for, not in a couple type way. Sure Blaine and him went out plenty of times, but there's something about someone going to the effort of cooking and creating something that he just finds… attractive. Although only if the results are actually edible, because if he still had any remote attraction to Finn the half-charcoal grilled cheese that he brought him last week when he was sick would have killed it.
He goes to tumblr and then realizes that he doesn't have any idea what address HookedonHope uses. He tries simply HookedonHope and he's lucky, because sure enough, there's porn, and Sherlock, and wow, yeah, more porn.
"I thought you said you weren't looking at porn."
He jumps, his heart beating thundering loud in his chest and he slams his laptop shut. His dad is standing there, eyes questioning but amused and he knows his face must be flaming red.
"We are not talking about this," Kurt instructs as he stands, forcing his legs to move.
"It's fine! I'm sure if I had the internet when I was your age –"
"Ew! Dad! We're not talking about this! Just… no. Dinner's in the oven. I'll be back down when I'm finished dying of mortification!"
He flees to his room to the sound of his dad laughing at him and he kind of wishes that maybe his dad could still be really uncomfortable and awkward, except Blaine has been good in that regard at least, getting his dad used to the idea that he is in fact a teenage boy. Oh god. He has to tell HookedonHope.
My dad just caught me looking at your tumblr page. The singular most humiliating experience of my short life, and I've had some humiliating experiences, trust me. After me telling him I'm -not- watching porn he comes home to find me looking at porn. I probably shouldn't have been looking at your tumblr page at the dining room table. I'll chat to you later.