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Chapter 13: Burt Hummel

Burt Hummel is the very father Blaine wished he had. Blaine was astounded by the relationship that Kurt and Burt had. Burt was very accepting of their relationship and Kurt's bright smile assured him that Burt liked him and that he had nothing to worry about. Burt asked him about his music career and congratulated him on his recording deal. He held no judgement in his eyes and was very welcoming. Blaine was sure that he and Cooper would get along well.

"You and Kurt should sing together for me before you go," Burt smiled as polished off the rest of his sandwich. "I miss hearing Kurt playing and singing around the house."

"Funny because all I remember is you complaining that you couldn't hear the football," Kurt teased and Burt shrugged.

"Did you get into football Blaine?" Burt asked and Blaine grinned, nodding.

"Buckeyes all the way."

Kurt watched happily as the two fell into a conversation about football. Blaine was relaxing the more he stayed here. Kurt was internally grateful that Burt was getting along with his boyfriend. That's all Kurt ever wanted and everything he had hoped for was finally coming to him. He had a late and difficult start in life but now everything was finally falling into place.

Eventually the night came to an end and Burt bade them good night before disappearing into his bedroom. Blaine and Kurt wondered down to the basement and Blaine collapsed on the bed. Kurt giggled and gently curled up next to him.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, amusement crossing his face.

"You're dad is amazing," Blaine sighed happily, snaking an arm around Kurt's waist and pulling him to him. Kurt shrieked and laughed as he crashed into Blaine's chest but Blaine held him tight. "Thank you for bringing me."

Kurt smiled and gently pecked Blaine on the lips. "I love that you came. It means a lot to me and I told you my dad would like you."

"You did," Blaine chuckled. He gently released Kurt so that they could change. Kurt used the bathroom first and Blaine used this time to look around Kurt's room. The colour schemed matched everything in his room perfectly. He had large vanity that held numerous skin creams that Blaine smiled at – no wonder his skin was so soft.

Everything was very neat and orderly. The only thing that seemed un-ordered was a small corkboard that was hanging on the wall. Photos, tickets, posters and other trinkets were stuck across the board. Blaine grinned like a little boy on Christmas morning when he saw pictures of Kurt when he was younger. He was an adorable child as well as a teenager but Blaine could see the sad smile, the pain hidden in his eyes.

He jumped slightly when he felt Kurt wrap his arms around his waist. Blaine leant back into him, his eyes still gazing at the pictures.

"I like this," Blaine said, gently reaching out to trail his fingers over the many pictures and posters. "You're mind on paper."

Kurt hummed, looking at it himself. They stared at it for a little longer before Blaine looked away and smiled at Kurt over his shoulder. He grabbed his things and went to the bathroom and changed. When he came back out, Kurt was already curled up under the covers, eyes shut. Blaine carefully crawled in beside him and shut off the bed side lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms and Blaine sighed happily, nuzzling into the crook of Kurt's neck, tangling their legs together.

"You're the first boy I've ever had in my room," Kurt murmured softly in his ear. "Not even Puck made it down here."

"Wow," Blaine breathed, his mind turning it over.

"I have a lot of firsts with you Blaine," Kurt continued. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you," Blaine told him, gently placing a kiss on his neck. "For letting me be the one to give you those firsts."

They didn't say anything else, listening to one another breathe. Blaine was still trying to get used to the fact that nobody had ever been with Kurt. He found it hard to believe. Kurt was amazing and anybody could see it – except, apparently, the small minded folks of Lima. Eventually their breathing evened out and they fell into a peaceful sleep.

Burt listened to the shriek of laughter that echoed out from the basement and he smiled. He had been wary off meeting Kurt's first boyfriend – he only wanted the best from his son – but Blaine had proved to Burt that he was everything he wanted.

He was polite, charming, attentive to Kurt. Half the time Burt didn't know what he was doing when it came to Kurt, he always seemed to be half a step behind but he worked hard to catch up. He didn't expect to raise a gay son by himself but he felt that his late wife would have been proud.

Blaine had impressed him – a hard thing to do – and Burt could see the love practically pouring from the kids eyes as he looked at Kurt. Burt didn't mind that though. He wanted to see how much Blaine cared for his son and it was obvious that he did. Burt collapsed back onto the bed and smiled to himself. He just wanted the best for Kurt and for him to be happy and there was no doubt that Blaine was everything Burt could hope for his son.

Blaine wasn't used to sleeping in strange beds but found that if Kurt was there with him he could fall asleep anywhere. He woke up slowly, Kurt's body pinning him to the bed as he was used as a human pillow. Blaine rubbed his hand up and down Kurt's smooth back and listened to Kurt murmur in his sleep.

Blaine dropped a kiss to his forehead and gently extracted himself out from under Kurt and padded to the bathroom. He freshened up and padded back out to find Kurt looking around bleary-eyed around the room.

"Morning," Blaine greeted him warmly, crawling back onto the bed. Kurt immediately snuggled against his chest and sighed happily.

"Morning," Kurt murmured. "I thought I had lost my pillow."

Blaine snorted and chuckled, loving how adorable Kurt was when he woke up.

"Still here," Blaine assured him. "But we should get up soon and have some breakfast with your dad."

Kurt all but leapt out of bed as Blaine said this and disappeared into the bathroom. Blaine slipped on some clean pants and a fresh T-shirt while Kurt freshened up. When he emerged he quickly threw on some clothes and smiled at Blaine.

They headed up stairs and found that Burt was still upstairs and Kurt could hear the shower going.

"How about some pancakes for breakfast?" Kurt suggested as he looked through the cupboards for something to eat.

"Yes," Blaine grinned, bouncing on his toes and Kurt shook his head amused.

Burt came wondering into the kitchen and smiled at the sight. Kurt was teaching Blaine to make pancakes. They both stood at the stove top and Blaine watched with awe as Kurt expertly flipped the pancakes over in the pan.

"Cooper tried this once," Blaine mused as he watched Kurt. "It did not end well."

"Sounds like Cooper," Kurt snickered. "what happened?"

"I ended up with batter in my curls," Blaine pouted. "Cooper took a picture before laughing at me."

"Please tell me you still have a copy," Kurt asked, eyes alight with mischief.

"Oh no," Blaine shook his head. "There is no way you are seeing it."

"I'll just ask Cooper then," Kurt smirked and Blaine's jaw dropped.

"Don't worry Blaine," Burt said, making his presence known, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "I've got some good photo's of Kurt covered in glitter and feathers when he was a kid."

Blaine brightened and Kurt shot his dad a glare. "Traitor."

"All's fair in love and war," Burt grinned and Blaine laughed. "What are you going today?"

Kurt shrugged. "We might go for a drive, show Blaine around."

Burt nodded. "I've got work this morning but come by the garage at lunch and we'll go to Bread Stixs."

"Sure," Kurt nodded and pulled the pan of the heat and poured the cooked pancakes onto a plate, smacking Burt's hand away as he tried to grab one.

When breakfast had been demolished, Burt headed off to work, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone in the house.

"So what are you going to show me oh great tour guide?" Blaine teased and Kurt grinned.

"Oh all sorts of things," Kurt laughed but his face grew serious. "There is one thing I would like to show you though."

"Oh?"

"We don't have too," Kurt said shyly, shifting from foot to foot. "If it makes you uncomfortable."

"What do you want to show me?" Blaine asked gently, taking Kurt's hand in his, threading their fingers together.

"I want to show you my mum," Kurt said quietly. "I want you to meet her." Blaine swallowed thickly, his heart beating faster. "We don't have to-"

"I want to," Blaine cut him off. "If you want me too, I'll meet her."

"Thank you," Kurt murmured, leaning up to kiss Blaine gently on the lips.

It was a large cemetery, the sun beating down on the back of their necks as they walked through the headstones. Kurt had linked hands with Blaine and lead him towards his mother's grave. Blaine was nervous – he had never lost anyone close to him before and he didn't want to mess this up for Kurt.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as Kurt came to a halt and Blaine looked the gravestone in front of them. Blaine looked at Kurt, who face was scrunched with sadness. They stood their, not speaking before Kurt cleared his throat quietly.

"Mum, this is my boyfriend Blaine," Kurt said softly and Blaine squeezed his fingers. "Blaine, this is my mum."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Hummel," Blaine said softly and Kurt leant into him. Kurt rarely shared his mother with anyone, but he wanted Blaine to know everything about him and knew that his mother would have loved Blaine and she would have made him apart of the family.

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt and kiss his temple, gazing at the headstone, marvelling at how strong Kurt really was.

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