Since it was his first New Year's away from his dad, Burt 'suggested' he come work in the shop for the day so they could have some 'bonding' time. Kurt mourned the lost time with Blaine, but he couldn't really tell his dad no so he could have sex with Finn's roommate. This was how he found himself holding a tire while his dad affixed it to a customer's car.

"You know I can hold it myself right? I do it every day you're not here." Burt gave him an unimpressed but slightly amused look.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I don't like you lifting heavy things, so when I'm here I'll do it for you."

"It's a tire, kid," Burt said with a wry smile.

Kurt sighed loudly. "Still."

"Alright." Burt shrugged. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Dad."

"Alright, got 'er." Burt gave a last pull on the wrench and then stood. He wiped his hands off on a rag in his pocket. "Time for lunch."

"I'll get it." Kurt WAS hungry, something about being in the shop always made him eat more than usual. Sometimes he imagined the smell of motor oil made his body react on its own as if he were smelling his favorite food. He remembered so many days being dropped off at the shop after school, curling up in his dad's office for a snack, and then waiting (and when he was big enough helping) around the shop until it was time to go home for dinner.

Kurt laid their lunch out on his dad's desk and then went to wash his hands. Burt was already digging into his whole wheat chicken sandwich by the time Kurt got in. He had a bottle of iced tea and a side of mango slices. Kurt approved.

Happily Kurt pulled out his own, matching, lunch and sat on the other side of Burt's desk.

"You know," Burt started after he'd finished his sandwich. "I feel a bit bad leaving you at home all the time with that Blaine kid. I know you said it was okay, but I still feel bad."

Kurt willed himself not to blush. "It IS fine, Dad. Blaine's… Blaine's cool." It was lame, but he couldn't think of anything witty right then, with the naughty truth staring him in the face.

"He seems like a good kid, the little I've got to know him." Burt nodded his head in agreement. "You've been happy too, which is always good to see. Finn says you guys talk about what it's like being gay. I know you've wanted somebody who gets that around. Still, I feel like we dumped him on you."

"No," Kurt protested, maybe a bit too loudly. "It's FINE. I… Dad, I LIKE having Blaine around. Finn's right, we DO talk about being gay. It's – nice." Kurt felt awkward the entire speech. It wasn't a lie; he and Blaine did talk about gay things, just another deception, similar to the party and its alcohol content discussion. "We're… we've become friends." The 'with benefits' went understandably unsaid.

Burt gave him an odd look, Kurt really hoped it wasn't one of those 'I'm seeing into your soul and past all your lies' looks his dad was kind of ridiculously good at. Kurt wanted to say more, but that would be like admitting his dad was right if Burt really WAS giving him one of those looks.

"Okay, so long as you're sure," Burt said and opened his container of mango slices.

"I am." Kurt tried to nod as nonchalantly as possible.

When the boys left for the party Burt's fingers starting to itch. He'd been busy, what with all the holiday emergencies and pre-vacation check-ups coming into the shop, so he hadn't really had much energy to watch the boy and his kid together, but – but Kurt's reaction today – Burt needed to check that out.

He'd watched them during dinner, saw the way that Blaine kid basically stared at Kurt all through the meal, only looking away when Kurt looked at him, and he knew SOMETHING was going on there. Still, Kurt hadn't told him about it, whatever IT was, so Burt wasn't supposed to know.

Finn said to trust the kid, but Burt was a protective guy, always had been, and he didn't know that Blaine kid enough to trust him. He couldn't just ASK Kurt though; Kurt wasn't a straight forward kind of guy. He liked to play mind games and responded better when you attacked him gently and from the side so he couldn't even see it coming.

That Blaine kid was leaving in a few days, Burt didn't have the time to wheedle this out of Kurt, thus itchy fingers. Half an hour after they left Burt found himself outside the guest room door, fingers turning the knob.

The room wasn't a mess, that kind of surprised Burt. Kurt wasn't a normal kid, he'd inherited a combination of his mom's and Burt's need for cleanliness. Most kids didn't though, Finn especially, and were quite messy. NOT walking into a tornado gave the kid some brownie points in Burt's book.

Not enough to stop his snooping though.

He opened all the drawers and the small closet. Blaine didn't have anything stored in them. Damn, Burt wasn't going to snoop through the kid's suitcase; that was a whole new level of invasion.

He looked around the room some more, but the only incriminating thing he found was a box of granola bars. Frustrated Burt admitted defeat in this room and left.

Kurt's door was next, but Burt stopped before he opened the door. What was he looking to find? Used condoms in the trash can? Would he even be able to handle that if he did?

Did dudes even use condoms together? Nobody could get pregnant, so was it even a thing? A HORRIBLE, yet thankfully blurry, mental image of his kid with a guy popped into his head and Burt's grip on the doorknob tightened. Oh god, he could NOT handle the thought of his kid having sex.

Then another thought hit him, was it the two guys thing or the Kurt thing? Gross, gross 'my kid having sex' thought, but Burt tried to imagine Kurt with a girl.

He was probably going to squeeze the damn knob so hard it dented.

Strangely, although thoroughly grossed out, Burt was kind of pleased that the idea of Kurt with a girl was more revolting than the idea of him with a guy. It was the added aspect of Kurt not liking it, and potentially being coerced into it, that added that extra layer of revolution.

But the coercion thing came with the guy picture too.

Burt decided, right there and then, that he'd need to do probably the most awkward thing he'd ever experience as a father. It was time for the Sex Talk.

Finn had only dated Rachel for a few months before the whole Jesse St. James thing happened, and then, right when Finn realized he might like Rachel a bit more than he'd originally thought, he'd gotten his acceptance letter to OSU. He'd thought about maybe getting together with her anyway, but she was still all depressed from the Jesse St. Asshole thing and he didn't want to jump on her like she jumped on him after the whole Quinn thing.

He figured that once she started singing happy songs in glee again it'd be alright to ask her out. She didn't, not once, actually her songs got a lot sadder the closer Finn got to graduation. And she kept looking at him while she sang; it made him feel like he'd done something wrong.

Then he hadn't seen her all summer, only when Kurt brought her around really, and by then he thought he'd missed his chance. It was kind of depressing. The only GOOD thing that came out of the summer was Puck apologizing for what happened with Quinn and doing all that stuff so Finn would trust him again.

But Rachel had invited him to her party. She was still the weirdest girl he'd ever met, and kind of scary intense, but he liked that honestly. None of the college girls he met were intense like that. Finn kind of hoped this invitation meant he could ask her out now, so long as she wasn't going out with somebody else by now. Damn, she was probably going out with somebody. Finn REALLY hoped she wasn't.

AN: Sorry for the wait, internet problems! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm working hard to have this finished soon, really soon. My self-imposed deadline is fast approaching. However, I'm now done with school and have minimal other things to do.
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