"Kurt Hummel! Where in God's name are you?"
Kurt moves the phone away from his ear to avoid certain deafness as Burt Hummel tears into him. Dave winces; he can hear Kurt's father from halfway across the room. He knows he should feel guilty, but he's too satisfied to feel anything other than that. Kurt has managed to get his underwear and pants back on, because, as he put it, "Talking to my dad naked, even via cell phone, is unacceptable." He's sitting on the corner of Dave's bed, so very far away from Dave, who hasn't managed to do anything other than lay on his back with a ridiculous smile plastered on his face.
"Dad…I need you to promise me that you won't freak out and overreact," Kurt starts slowly. When he hears Burt grunt an affirmative, he continues. "I'm not in jail, and I'm perfectly safe. I'm at a friend's house."
"Which friend?" Burt demands. When Kurt hesitates, Burt lets out an exasperated sigh. "Just tell me who it is, kid."
"Dave Karofsky."
The abrupt silence on the other end is deafening. Kurt doesn't know which is worse, screaming or this. He thinks it's this, though. Finally, Burt clears his throat. "You're telling me that you…spent the night…with Dave Karofsky." He says it like a statement that he doesn't believe. "Why couldn't you have called me last night, then? What was so damn important that it made you forget to tell your father where you'd be all night?"
Kurt hesitates. Should he tell him a lie? A half-truth? He knows that Burt Hummel is so not ready to hear that his baby boy had sex. Gay sex. Hot gay sex. Hot gay sex with a guy who, until very recently, has been the bane of his existence.
He decides on a cross between half-truth and white lie. "Dave and I had a few things we needed to sort out. And now that we have, I would like you to give him another chance. He's already made it up to me." He can't resist. "Actually, he made it up to me three times." Dave chuckles, playfully reaching out to slap Kurt.
Burt closes his eyes and pretends not to be aware of his son's meaning. "Right. So…right. I take it that Dave is now your…boyfriend." Again, not a question. A fact. A fact that still makes him cringe, but hey, Burt Hummel has made remarkable progress. He's gone from cringing at the very thought of Kurt kissing another boy to handing him a stack of pamphlets that, sure, horrified him, but not as much as they could have. And now here he is, working through the fact that his son basically told him that he had…sex.
Kurt looks over at Dave. "Yes, Dad. He's my boyfriend." Dave beams so brightly it's almost blinding. "Now, I will be home soon. I just have a…few things to finish up over here."
Burt sighs. "Just…call next time, or you'll give a guy a heart attack. And Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Be safe." There. He said it.
There is an awkward pause before Kurt clears his throat. "One step ahead of you, Dad."
He hangs up, face flushed with embarrassment. So. His dad knows. His dad knows that he had sex. Hmm. What to feel about this. He's torn. On the one hand, he is deeply mortified. He has always (until recently) had an intense aversion to the mere mention of sex. Hell, even thinking the word now, after all that has transpired in the past 24 hours, makes the flush creep down his neck. And he knows that when he does finally go home, his dad will want to have a talk. The thought makes his stomach drop. The last time they had a talk about sex, Kurt had literally put his fingers in his ears to try and stop it. Kurt knows that won't be an option this time.
But, on the other hand, Kurt wouldn't take back anything that happened, and while he is embarrassed to talk about it, that won't stop him from doing it. Again. And again and again. Because, he realizes, Kurt Hummel has a beautiful boyfriend that loves him. A boyfriend that wasn't afraid to touch him in public. A boyfriend that has lost everything except him.
"You're going to give yourself a stroke if you keep thinking that hard." Kurt looks up to gaze at Dave from half-lidded eyes. Dave smiles comfortingly at him. "It's written all over your face, Kurt. You're worried about what's waiting for you when you get home."
Kurt nods. "I can't believe he knows about us. I can't believe that he's being so…calm. I figured that he would threaten the deflowerer of his son with bodily harm. But no. He just said to be safe."
Dave snorts. "Did you seriously just call me your 'deflowerer'? Are we in the 19th century all of a sudden?"
Kurt smacks at him playfully, and this time Dave grabs Kurt's hands and, taking advantage of his new boyfriend's small frame, tugs him back into bed, spooning up behind him. There is no dirty touching. Kurt's hand curls into Dave's and rests on Kurt's stomach. They're both so comfortable, bodies entwined, that they end up falling back asleep.
Yes, I know. Abrupt. But I ran out of fun words to use. I'm thinking that Dave's dad will catch the two sleeping…thoughts?
