Author's Note: Wow this chapter came out longer than I expected. Was going to split it into two, but I'm trying to get to what I know you all are REALLY looking forward to. Nearly there my faithful lovelies! Nearly there. As always, your reviews always make me smile. Keep it up, because you are all awesome!

P.S. OMFG COME WHAT MAY FEELS ALL OVER THE PLACE! adsjdhjdbhsadfbhdfhdahfhfdhb fkdbhj! *collapses into a puddle of Klaine feels*

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*clears throat* So sorry for that. Please enjoy this next chapter.

Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.

~C.

(Chapter 25)

I shouldn't be doing this; I shouldn't be doing this; I SHOULDN'T be DOING this.

Blaine gulped as he nervously shuffled throughout 'Hummel Tire's & Lube.' After his conversation with Kurt, Blaine felt like he needed to do something more to help Kurt. He needed to make him realize that ignorance was not always bliss. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the man in question expecting something under the hood of one of the cars.

He looks…busy.

Oh my God, of course he's busy.

This is his shop for Pete's sake!

The olive-skinned lad turned and was about to sprint from the shop, but then his mind stopped him. He saw images, possibly situations that could happen, that could happen to KURT. An unknown guy was flattering Kurt, seducing him, making him blush, and that person wasn't BLAINE. Blaine's hands balled into fists and his face took on a hardened edge. The faceless guy was sleazy, he just wanted to defile Kurt's innocence; Kurt was nothing more than a notch on his bedpost to him. The coy look on Kurt's face as the unknown person was reeling him in was what did Blaine in. All he could see was Kurt's wide-eyed expression as the person tried to lure Kurt into doing things that the naïve boy didn't entirely understand the concept of.

They'll have to get through me first.

It caused Blaine's blood to boil angrily in his veins at the thought of someone taking advantage of his sweet, virtuous Kurt. Just the mere inkling of anyone harming Kurt triggered the protective side of Blaine. He'd take on ten Karofsky boys at once if it meant keeping Kurt safe. This motivation is what had Blaine shouting, "Need a hand?!" a bit too loudly in the echoing shop.

Smooth.

Burt Hummel picked his head to look at the young boy currently disrupting him in his work place. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. He knew this boy; this was that Blaine kid that he'd seen at his wedding reception. He hadn't seen him since he discovered him hung over in Kurt's bed, though that didn't keep Kurt from going on and on and ON about him. Burt had to give the kid credit, not even his clearly suspicious gaze had gotten the young boy to fidget…yet. "Yeah. Why don't you hand me that carburetor?"

Carbur…oh, here it is!

Blaine smiled triumphantly as he picked out the small piece of car from the pile of metals. He smiled charmingly at Burt when he handed over the piece. However, judging from the neutral look he was receiving from Kurt's father, he was going to have to do a whole lot more than give him a dashing smile if he was going to win him over. Surprisingly, Blaine respected the overbearing papa bear attitude; it was…aspirational for all parents alike.

"How'd you know which one it was?" Burt asked, slightly impressed with the kid's knowledge of cars…or his incredible luck at guessing.

Blaine let out a dry laugh; "My dad and I rebuilt a '59 Chevy in our driveway two summers ago." It came out as somewhat amused at his father's not so subtle attempt to straighten him out, but there was still that edge of resentment underlying it all. "One of his many attempts at bonding."

Burt continued his work under the hood, though most of his attention was on the kid who clearly had something on his mind. "You here looking for parts?" Clearly he wasn't, but Burt needed to ask something in order to get this Blaine kid to spit out his point already.

"No, actually."

Here goes nothing…or everything.

"I…uh…wanted to talk to you about Kurt." Blaine said, not completely looking at Mr. Hummel.

The neutral look was gone. "Is he okay?" Burt's face morphed into one of parental concern. If there was one thing Blaine envied about Kurt, it was the fact that his father seemed to have an insurmountable amount of acceptance and love for his son.

Blaine squared himself; he really hoped he was doing the right thing here for Kurt. "Have you ever talked to him about sex?"

Whew, out there.

…

Oh crap, he's walking towards me.

"Are you gay, or straight, or what?" Burt seriously could not figure this Blaine character out. One day he was coming over for dinner and watching Project Runway with Kurt, then the next he is telling Kurt he likes a girl. Now, he has the gall to inquire whether or not Kurt is well versed in…erm…the more intimate side of a relationship between two people? Hell no, Burt was getting to the bottom of this.

"I'm definitely gay." Blaine was in the works of concocting something epic for Kurt, a grand gesture if you will, but he wasn't entirely there yet. He had a journal of scratched out ideas under his pillow at home to prove it; he'd get there though…eventually. At least, he hoped he would.

"Okay, good." Well, that was one question answered. "I mean, you know, whatever. But…uh…you know, good for Kurt. He needs someone like you to talk to." Burt was officially uncomfortable now. Talking to his son about THAT was one thing, but discussing it with someone else's kid? Nu uh, no dice. That was a no fly zone.

"Well, that's kind of my point. I've tried talking to him, but he basically puts his fingers in his ears and starts singing." Kurt had to hear it from someone, anyone, even if he refused to hear it from Blaine. The hazel-eyed boy knew the only person who would actually be able to get through to him would be his father.

"Well, when he's ready. He'll listen." Burt said smugly. His son wasn't ready for sex? He wasn't even ready to process the term sex? Well, that was just fine and dandy with Burt. The mechanic knew his son; he was in love with concept of love, not the more physical aspects of it like Finn most likely was.

Blaine sighed, "I'm worried that it might be too late." Blaine gulped and shuffled back a few steps when Burt advanced a step towards him. The olive-skinned boy realized that Burt must have thought that Blaine had messed with Kurt or something.

Whoa, this must be what Finn meant by 'scary Burt.'

"You know, that Dalton doesn't even have sex-ed classes?" Blaine fumbled, relaxing a bit when his blurted out distraction seemed to stall Burt for a minute. The look on Mr. Hummel's face a cross between confusion and suspicion. "Most schools don't and the one's that do almost ever discuss what sex is like for gay kids."

Burt looked around his shop to make sure no one was too close to over hear the conversation. Blaine lowered his head a bit; he was defiantly crossing a line here. However, when Burt looked back at Blaine, there seemed to be a tired resolve in his eyes. Obviously, he figured out that this Dalton kid wasn't leaving until he got everything he needed to say off his chest. Burt might as well sit back and listen if it meant that this kid was going to stop discussing his son's sex life, or more importantly lack there of.

"Kurt is-is the most moral, compassionate person I've ever met." Blaine got this dopey smile on his face when he actually said Kurt's name. If you asked Burt his opinion, he would've said that expression was one of someone absolutely smitten. It…honestly saved Blaine some face with Burt.

The suspicious gaze softened, "Yeah, he gets that from his mother." Burt's face quirked into a small smile at the statement. Elizabeth had never truly left; Burt saw her everyday in Kurt. Though, he shook his head at the boy's ridiculousness when Blaine took that smile as an invitation to return it and smiled widely like an absolute loon at Burt.

Blaine bounced on the balls of his feet, "And-And I'm blown away by your guy's relationship. You think my dad built a car with me because he loves cars?" The dapper young lad stopped bouncing, his expression drooping exponentially. "I think he did it because he thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight." His voice had grown softer, less sure of himself.

Burt honestly felt bad for the kid after he learned that. Dammit, it was getting really hard for Burt to not like this boy. "You know, he talk to you about this…uh…kind of stuff?" Burt averted direct eye contact and proceeded to look very interested in the car he had been working on. What Blaine and his father discussed in the privacy of their own home was their business. But, well, from the perspective of another parent raising a gay son, he couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"No, I had to go find it for myself. The Internet is great, and all the information is out there, but I went searching for it." Burt closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath. That might have been a tad too much information. Blaine blushed when he realized what he'd just implied to Kurt's father, but he pushed through it. "Kurt won't. And one day, he'll be at a party, and maybe have a few drinks, and then he'll meet some guy and start fooling around, and he's not going to know about using protection or S.T.D.s." The heat churned again in Blaine's stomach. He pushed away the thoughts of any of that happening.

Kurt doesn't deserve for his first time to be ANYTHING like that.

It should be with someone who respects him, who cares for him, who thinks the world of him, who would do anything just to see him smile or laugh, someone who…someone who loves him.

Burt had taken to observing the persistent kid again. He could see something flicker across the boy's hazel-eyes, and Burt was pretty sure he could guess what that was. He'd seen it flicker across his son's eyes in the past few weeks as well.

Blaine cleared his throat when he realized he got caught up in his thoughts again, "I don't have the relationship with my dad that you have with Kurt." Burt raised an eyebrow. "I think it would be really cool if you took advantage of that." Blaine's eyes were pleading, but when he saw Burt's tired expression, he backed off slightly. "I'm sorry if I'm overstepping."

The mechanic snorted, "Oh, you are. You definitely are."

The curly-haired boy pursed his lips together to keep from saying anything more and nodded his head. He knew when he needed to just stop talking. Blaine turned to leave, but Burt's voice halted him. "So…you gonna tell Kurt? About how you feel, I mean."

Blaine spun around, "Huh?" Burt just shot Blaine a knowing look, one that stunted any excuse the surprised boy may come up with. Blaine sighed, "P-Please, don't tell Kurt. Not yet. I'm…I'm working on it." His eyes were downcast, expecting Burt to pounce on him for not being good enough for his son.

Kurt's father smirked, "Best get a move on then." Burt was certain that if anyone had a shot at his approval, it was this kid.

Blaine's head shot up, his mood fluffing up exponentially. "Y-You mean, you're okay with it?" He found himself smiling again; happy that maybe he DID make a good impression with Kurt's father after all. You know, despite the whole awkward conversation just a minute ago. Burt just rolled his eyes good-naturedly, continuing his work on the car. Blaine looked around happily, the bounce in his step back again. "So…still need a hand?"

The busy man huffed, "Heck no, get out of my shop already."

Blaine bit back a smile, and nodded his head curtly. "Yes sir!"

Burt sighed as he watched the kid exit his shop, happily humming some nameless tune as he did. The older man took off his ball cap and rubbed his head. That Blaine kid wasn't going away anytime soon, was he?

I'm sorry. –Blaine

For what? ~KEH

I'm so sorry! T-T –Blaine

Blaine, for what?! ~KEH

Don't be mad…–Blaine

"Kurt…could you come into the kitchen for a moment?" His father called out. Kurt stared down at his phone in bewilderment at Blaine's strange texts before pocketing it and deciding to worry about it after he sought out what his father wanted.

Kurt walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. "What's up, dad?" Burt didn't say anything; he just swallowed awkwardly and then threw down some pamphlets on the counter in front of Kurt. He stared down at them, did that say 'Boys and Boys'? Oh…oh no. "What are those?"

"Those are some pamphlets that I picked up from the free clinic." Hey, look at that. He actually sounded confident there. "I thought it might help the process along, because it is time you and I had 'the talk.' "

Okay.

…

I'm out.

Kurt shook his head, horrified. "No its not."

No, dad.

Anything, but that.

"Yes, it is. You told me to educate myself." Burt huffed in frustration when Kurt actually stuck his fingers in his ears, like he was a five year old again, and started singing that la, la, la, nonsense.

La, la, la, I'm not listening, la, la, la.

"Hey, you think this is easy for me?" Burt said as he grabbed his son by the shoulders to keep him from trying to run away. His agitation only rising when Kurt started to sing LOUDER.

La, la, la, no 'talk' for us, la, la, la.

He raised his voice a little so Kurt could hear him over his childish song, "Okay, believe me, I want to do this even less than you do!" Burt unplugged his son's ears and steered him towards the kitchen table. He vaguely wondered if Carole's 'talk' with Finn going on right about now was going any better than his with Kurt. "This is gonna suck for both of us…"

Oh jeez, do NOT say that word right now.

"…but we're gonna get through it together, and we will both be better men because of it."

Why are you pushing this issue NOW?

Burt cleared his throat. "Now, first, most of the…um…mechanics…"

Oh, for the love of…

"…of what you're gonna be doing is covered in the pamphlets."

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Kurt looked around the room anxiously, possibly looking for an escape route. It didn't look good.

"Okay, so, I want you to read them, and then I want you to come talk to me about it." Burt said lightly, also pushing the pamphlets toward his son. "Deal?"

Anything to have this over and done with.

"Okay." Kurt said quickly. He stood up and tried to make a run for it.

"All right. Now…Hey! Sit down. We're just getting started." Burt said firmly. Effectively getting his son to slowly sit back down.

Kurt pursed his lips, mortified, before he stared down at the table with an uncomfortable look on his face. He never thought that his dad would take what he said to heart.

"All right. You know, for most guys, sex is just; you know…it's this thing we always want to do." Burt started off.

J-Just guys?

But…but not everyone?

"You know, it's fun, it feels great, but we're not really thinking too much about…you know, how it makes us feel on the inside…"

I would, that would be the most important thing to me.

"…or, you know, how the other person feels about it." Burt yammered through. Now that he'd gotten it going, it was surprisingly easy to talk about…IT.

Despite himself, Kurt felt his ears perk up and his curiosity start to peak. Some things that just might have gone through his mind had been brought up, and…well…the thought of having those questions answered was enough to invest him in the…in the um…in 'the talk.' "W-Women are d-different?" It came out in a whisper.

Burt was actually relived that his son said anything at all, a whisper or a shout; he appreciated anything at this point. "Only because they get that it's about something more than just the physical."

Of course, of course.

Kurt may or may not have leaned forward a bit, something Burt took notice of. "You know, when-when you're intimate with somebody in that way, you're exposing yourself."

The pale boy flushed red at that sentence.

Understatement.

"You know, you're never going to be more vulnerable, and that scares the hell out of a lot of guys."

It does?

I-I'm not the only one who feels that way?

"Believe me, I can't tell you how many buddies I've got who have gotten in way to deep with a girl who said she was cool with just hooking up." Burt reminisced.

Kurt huffed. Girls would not exactly be a problem for him, now would they? "But that's not gonna happen to me, dad."

"No. It's gonna be worse, okay?" Kurt's eyes widened at his dad's statement.

Worse?

"Because it's two guys."

Duh…dad.

"With two guys, you got two people who think that sex is just sex." Kurt furrowed his brow in consideration. Did he, himself, think that way?

"It's going to be easier to come by, and once you start doing this stuff, you're not gonna want to stop."

Easier?

"You got to know that it means something. You know, it's doing something to you, to your heart, to your self-esteem, even though it feels like you're just having fun." Burt accentuated.

Kurt pondered his father's statement. He'd never really allowed himself to think about it so critically before. In the back of his mind, he knew that sex was something BIG. It wasn't meant to given out as carelessly as a handshake, but to have it put out all on the line for him like that…it forced him to rethink his expectations of sex. "So…you're saying I shouldn't have sex."

Burt gave his son a tried smirk, "I think on your 30th birthday, it is a great gift to yourself."

The younger Hummel narrowed his eyes at his dad as the corners of his lips began to crack into a smile. Both parties appreciated the attempt at humor.

"Kurt…" That tone alone alerted Kurt to the fact that the joking manner was gone and the seriousness of the conversation was back in full swing. "…when you're ready, I want you to be able to do everything." Kurt raised a quizzical eyebrow at his father.

Oh really?

"But when you're ready, I want you to…" Burt had to take a moment to find the right words. "…use it as a way to connect to another person." Kurt looked down at the table and got a small smile on his face. That same loving smile that Burt had just earlier on a persistent hazel-eyed boy's face. "Don't throw yourself around like you don't matter." Kurt…honestly felt a lump in his throat at his father's words. " 'Cause you matter, Kurt." Forget the lump, Kurt was busy trying to keep himself from tearing up at his dad's sentimental words.

"Is that it?" He squeaked out, clearing his throat of the lump.

"That's it. For now."

Dad, please, I don't think I can handle anymore tonight.

"Can I make you some toast?"

Kurt let out a short laugh. What was it with everyone around him thinking that food made everything better? "I think I'll take it up to my room to eat while I look over my new pamphlets." He gingerly gathered them up and compiled them neatly. This wasn't how he expected to spend his evening, but in retrospect, it was probably better spent this way. "Thank you, dad."

"You're welcome." Burt wasn't surprised when Kurt decided to forgo the toast, and skittered out of the kitchen once he was released.

Kurt was looking at the cover of one of his pamphlets when he passed by Carole, his head lifted up to see Finn in the doorway of his bedroom. Kurt looked down and saw he had a handful of pamphlets as well. The one with the title 'Boys and Girls' stood out to him the most. He snapped his eyes back up to Finn, who had just been staring down at Kurt's own handful of pamphlets with wide eyes. "Y-You too?"

Finn frowned and looked away from Kurt, but nodded his head robotically. Kurt narrowed his eyes at Finn's neck. It was around his eyelevel after all. "Is that a hickey?"

Finn snapped his head towards Kurt; he covered the mark with his hand. "What? Um…haha, no. Why-Why would you think that? N-No." Kurt stared at Finn with a scrutinizing gaze while the taller boy tried his darnest not to look at his stepbrother. That is, until Finn cleared his throat. "I think I'm…I'm gonna…" He pointed back towards his bedroom.

The shorter boy still had his eyes slit in suspicion, but he nodded in agreement anyways. "Yeah…yeah, me too." Kurt quickly shuffled away from Finn. That was another point of awkwardness that he definitely didn't need that night. He entered his own room and closed the door behind him. Looking down at his pamphlets, he tossed them on his desk and threw himself onto his bed.

How am I supposed to muster up the courage to read tho…

…Courage.

Blaine Freaking Warbler!

Kurt pulled out his phone and sent a text to Blaine so fast that his fingers cramped up.

This is all your fault, isn't it? ~KEH

I'm still sorry. ._. –Blaine

You were right. I am mad at you. ~KEH

Kurt tossed his phone on the bedside table and smiled to himself when incessant buzzing started to happen. He really wasn't mad at Blaine, but he was still going to let the other boy stew for a bit. It was only fair.

Hmm…maybe just until I'm done reading my pamphlets.

A/N: Oh Burt, I love him. Just needed to get his part in all this out of the way. Not even Blaine can hide anything from him. ;) And no, they're not fighting, just good natured back and forth at the end is all. Onward to the next chapter, right? Original Song is next in line...hmmm...what happened in that ep again? xD Oh gosh, I'm sorry. Done talking now. Please review, reading your reviews is honestly the best part of my day. Thanks for reading!