Hello! This is an incredibly short drabble I wrote on the metro this morning. I hope you all enjoy (*cough BFS cough*). Anyway I wanted to post it so it's unedited by my amazing beta so blame me for any and all mistakes.

on with the story:

"Blaine?"

"Yes."

"What're you doing?"

"Going to the bathroom?"

The lilt at the end of Blaine's answer makes it clear he doesn't think Burt will believe him.

"You and I both know that's Kurt's bedroom."

"Really?"

Blaine's voice is basically a squeak with nerves from being caught.

Burt sighs heavily. What to do, what to do.

"Blaine I think it's time we had a conversation." Is all Burt says before turning and walking down the stairs.

Blaine takes an exaggerated gulp, then follows.

They're sitting across from each other at the kitchen table and Blaine feels like he's being interrogated by the police.

"What exactly are your intensions with my son?" asks Burt, cutting to the chase. Blaine is taken aback by the question. What was that supposed to mean?

"Um. Well, I was you know, planning on continuing to date him for as long as he would have me." he responds, doing his best to maintain eye contact. Burt simply nods solemnly.

"But if he ever stopped wanting you?"

"I'd back off." Says Blaine, although the thought of that happening makes him want to eat ice cream, watch Disney movies and cry into his brother's arms for eternity, but still.

"And you'll never hurt him?"

"Never." The boy responds simply, because after all he would rather hurt himself than Kurt and that one word was all that was needed to be communicated.

Burt sighs again. Blaine seems like a pretty good, earnest kid, but then again, he might not get another chance like this one…

"You guys are being safe right?"

Burt laughs internally at the rate with which Blaine's face goes from slightly nervous, but overall composed to a flaming 'kill me now' red.

"Yes sir." He amends, looking straight down at the table, blushing to his roots.

"Fine. I'll be heading off to bed then." Says Burt, deciding he'd had enough fun for one night. He pushes back his chair and starts trudging up the stairs.

He turns when he gets to his bedroom door to see Blaine giving him puppy dog eyes, standing outside his son's room again. Burt rolls his eyes.

"Just this once." He says, after a moment of watching Blaine make his best pleading face, then steps back into his own room. Blaine did seem like a pretty good kid after all.

Dear BFS- I'm sorry to hear you aren't having a very good day and I hope this cheered you up. I'm having a lot of trouble updating right now because it's the middle of AP exams. Luckily my last one is on Friday, so updates should be coming much quicker soon. In the meantime I have two other WIPs that you could read or I'd be happy to recommend some other AWESOME fanfictions that I read and enjoyed. If anyone should wish to reach me my tumblr is: ranting-is-my-specialty(.)tumblr(.)com