Happy Tuesday, loves! I know this is a later update time then normal, but I'm really trying to stay on schedule and didn't want to miss a day. Anyway, this chapter takes place the Monday after the New Directions' Nationals win! Enjoy!

**QUICK DISCLAIMER**

**THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SEX. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP. I WILL COVER THE MAIN POINTS OF THIS CHAPTER IN THE NEXT DESCRIPTION**

as always:

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"Kurt? It's 7:00. Time for school." Carole hovered over her son's bed.

Kurt groaned. "How is it seven already? I'll be down in a couple minutes."

Carole frowned. "You look sweaty. Do you feel okay?"

"Yep, I feel great!" Kurt practically leapt out of bed to prove his point, but became lightheaded and needed to sit back down.

"I'm going to get the thermometer, stay here." Carole left the room, headed towards the bathroom. She came back a second later, thermometer in hand. "Open."

Kurt did as he was told and waited for the familiar beep. Once it sounded Carole took it out, looking at the tiny screen. "101. You're sick."

"What? No, I have to go to school. I've already missed five days this year!" Kurt tried to sit up, but Carole forced him back down.

"You're staying home today. I can't let you go to school with a fever. I'll ask Finn to take notes so you can catch up."

"Carole please, I don't even feel that bad." Kurt begged.

Carole gave a sad smile. "I'd let you go in if I could, but you know school protocol. If your temperature is above ninety-nine you need to stay home."

Kurt groaned, defeated. "I know... it's just that today's the glee club celebration and I was really looking forward to it. It's not everyday that we place in Nationals."

"I'm sorry Kurt, I know how important this is to you." Carole paused, considering. "Tell you what- if your fever goes down before noon today I'll let you go."

"Really?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"Yes, but that means you need to rest for now." Carole stood, thermometer in hand. "I'll be downstairs working if you need anything."

Kurt smiled. "Thanks Carole."

"You're welcome. Now, get some sleep."

Kurt watched as she left, closing the door behind her. He yawned, suddenly exhausted. Maybe a little sleep wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

"I brought you some soup. How are you feeling?" Carole set the tray on Kurt's nightstand.

"Better. I think I'm ready to head to school."

Carole shook her head. "Not so fast. We still need to take your temperature. Why don't you eat while I finish up downstairs?"

Kurt groaned. "Carole, don't get me wrong, I love your cooking. I just really want to get out of bed and go to the party. Can't we take my temperature first?"

Carole sighed. "Okay, I guess so." She took the thermometer out of her pocket, pressing the on button. "Open."

Kurt held as still as possible until the beep sounded. Carole removed the stick, once again looking at the screen. She gave an audible sigh, and Kurt flopped back onto the bed. "It's still high, isn't it?"

Carole gave a sad smile. "Yes, I'm afraid so. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I understand. It's just annoying that the one day I didn't want to get sick I did." Kurt stuck a spoon into his soup, slowly twirling it around in the broth.

"I know." Carole seemed deep in thought. "I have an idea. I know it won't be the same, but what if I ask Finn to bring home some cake? We can have a mini celebration here after supper."

Kurt nodded. "I'd like that."

Carole smiled. "It'll be fun, I can make whatever you want to eat. Oh, and why don't you invite Blaine over? If he's comfortable with it. I mean, you are still sick."

"Thanks Carole. It means a lot that you'd do this for me." Kurt set the tray back on the nightstand.

"Of course. You deserve it after that amazing singing at Nationals." She nodded towards Kurt's phone, which was plugged in by his bed. "Enough chit chat. Why don't you text Blaine and let me know what he says? I want to make sure I make enough food."

"How are you?" Blaine asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway to his boyfriend's room.

Kurt smiled. "I'm good. Well, as good as I can be considering that my whole head is pounding."

"I'm sorry about the celebration. You of all people deserved to be there."

Kurt sighed. "Yeah, I was disappointed at first. But hey, this way I get to hang out with you."

Blaine chuckled. "I am pretty great company, huh?"

"I guess you could say that." Kurt sat up straighter, patting the spot at the foot of his bed. "Sit down and tell me about your day. I won't get too close, I promise."

Blaine obliged, turning so he was facing Kurt. "There's not much to tell. The Warblers spent most of practice arguing over what key Justin Bieber's "Baby" sounds the best in." He paused to roll his eyes. "Frankly, I think it sounds equally as awful in any key."

Kurt laughed. "I totally agree. Shawn Mendez's music is way better. You know, I bet the Warblers would do an amazing job singing "Stitches."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. You're totally right. I'm suggesting that tomorrow." He gave a half smile. "You know, I miss your amazing ideas. Don't get me wrong, I'm super happy that you're happy at McKinley, but Dalton seems so boring now that you're not there."

Kurt blushed. "I've never heard anything more cheesy. But if I'm being honest I miss you too."

Blaine moved a little closer. "Yeah, well, at least we can hang out now."

Before either of them knew what was happening they were kissing. Kurt frantically pulled away, scooting back against the headboard. "Blaine, we shouldn't do this right now. The last thing I want is for you to get sick."

"Is it bad that I don't care if I do?" Blaine's eyes still lingered on his boyfriend's lips.

Kurt sighed. "You don't think I want to make out too? Look, you're the lead soloist at Dalton. I can't let you catch this because of me. I think we should hold off on the kissing tonight."

Blaine moved even closer. "Come on, please? I won't complain if I do get sick." He lowered his voice. "It'll be worth it."

"I don't know..." Kurt's voice trailed off.

"I'm taking AP Biology this year. Did you know that kissing is actually the most effective cure for colds?" Blaine whispered playfully.

Kurt smirked. "Are you sure? Because I haven't heard that theory before."

"Maybe we should put it to the test. Besides, we already kissed once. What harm will it do?"

"You have a point. And I have to say, the Advil Carole gave me earlier really isn't doing much. If kissing will make me feel better then I guess there's no reason to say no."

Blaine took this opportunity to continue what they began. It was true- he didn't care if he got sick. In fact, a small part of him almost hoped he did. He loved singing with the Warblers, but sometimes things could get a little tense. It might be nice to have a few days away from the chaos.

After a while Kurt broke away. "This is really great, but we should probably go downstairs. I don't need my father getting... suspicious."

Blaine nodded understandingly. "That's a good point. Also I'm pretty sure I saw cake down there when I came in, and you know how I am around sugar."

Kurt laughed. "You're crazy. Come on, let's go celebrate."

"Happy four months." Blaine stood in the doorway, shivering from the cold. "I got you these." He handed Kurt a bouquet of roses. A small teddy bear rested in the middle of them.

Kurt smiled. "That's so sweet of you. I actually got you a gift too. You should probably come inside though, it's kind of chilly."

Blaine raised an eyebrow as he stepped through the door. "Are you going to try and trick me into having sex with you again? Because even though that was super adorable it's probably not the best idea."

Kurt blushed. "Shut up. But no, that's not it." He handed Blaine a blindfold. "Put this on."

"I'm trusting you." Blaine joked, tying the piece of cloth over his eyes.

Kurt led him into the dining room, helping him sit down in a chair. "Okay, you can look."

Blaine took the blindfold off, eyes immediately landing on the items sitting in the middle of the table. They were cupcakes, each one frosted to perfection. They'd been arranged to look like the number four, and small circular sprinkles lay scattered around them. Blaine let out an excited gasp. "You made me cupcakes? Kurt, these look amazing!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I figured you'd like them. You're always talking about your sugar problem so I had Carole get the ingredients. I made them myself."

"Well, thank you. They're perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I'm probably just going to sit here eating them for the next hour and a half." Blaine reached for the cupcake nearest to him, taking a huge bite. "Wow, these are delicious. You're quite the chef."

Kurt sat next to him. "It's a gift." He nodded towards Blaine's mouth. "You have some icing on your lip."

Blaine smirked. "Is that so? I'm kind of preoccupied with these gourmet pastries sitting in front of me. Would you mind taking care of it?"

"I guess I could help out." Kurt flirted, kissing his boyfriend. "There, I think I got it."

"I'm not sure you did, maybe you should keep trying. There's no way I want to walk around with frosting on my mouth." He pulled Kurt closer to him. "I could be mistaken, but I think I saw some wash clothes upstairs. Maybe we could head up and use those."

Kurt laughed. "You sure are smooth. But yes, I'd love to go upstairs to 'use some wash clothes.'" He winked, taking Blaine by the hand.

They were about halfway up the steps when the front door opened. "Hi Blaine, I didn't know you were stopping by." Burt said, slowly removing his coat.

Kurt was suddenly awkward. "Oh! Yeah, sorry dad I didn't think you were going to be home for a couple more hours. Blaine and I were just..." he searched his head for something to say but nothing was coming to mind.

"We were just eating cupcakes and hanging out in the dining room! Kurt's a really good chef." Blaine chimed in.

Burt nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm aware. You know, I'm kind of glad you're both here. I wanted to have a conversation with you."

Kurt felt a lump in his throat. Whenever his father wanted to have a sit down conversation it usually resulted in bad news. "Okay, um, maybe later?"

"No, I actually think now is a good time." Burt sat in his armchair, motioning to the couch. "Sit."

The boys did as they were told. Kurt braced himself. He knew that whatever was going on wasn't going to be good.

Burt cleared his throat before speaking. "So. Four month anniversary. How's it feel?"

"Good. I love spending time with Kurt, he's such an interesting person." Blaine offered a smile. Clearly he didn't seem fazed by the awkwardness hovering in the air.

Burt nodded. "I'm happy for you two. In fact, I actually got you a gift." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "Open it."

"For both of us?" Kurt asked, confused. "Dad, you didn't have to get us anything."

"Oh, but I did. Come on, open it." Burt prodded, scooting the package closer.

Kurt slowly pulled back the paper. He caught a glimpse of something blue. Still unsure of what was happening he emptied the contents onto the coffee table. He let out an audible gasp. "You got us condoms?! Dad, what the hell!"

"Don't use that language in front of me. And I didn't get you condoms, I found them. In your room." Burt's face was unreadable as he eyed both his son and his boyfriend. "I want an explanation."

"Mr. Hummel, I know this looks bad, but we haven't... done anything." Blaine awkwardly crossed and uncrossed his legs.

Burt still sat, expression the same as before. "Thank you for clarifying, Blaine. I believe you, I really do, but that still doesn't explain why they were in Kurt's room in the first place." He turned back to his son. "What do you have to say about this?"

Kurt could barely look his father in the eye. "I... I got them just in case. Why were you going through my stuff anyway?"

"Because you stole my shower gel again and I was in a hurry to find it before I had to leave for work. You can imagine what a surprise it was to find these instead." Burt sighed, putting his hand on Kurt's knee. "I just wanted to have a conversation with you both about this because you're so important to me."

Kurt scooted away from his father's touch, anger biting at his insides. "I don't want to talk about it."

Blaine stood, sensing the tension. "Sorry to interrupt, but if it's okay I think I should head out. This conversation seems kind of... personal."

Burt nodded. "You're free to go. Thank you for being honest with me." He gave his son a pointed look. "Someone could maybe use some help with that himself."

Kurt ignored this comment, eyes still glued to the floor. "I'll call you later."

"Okay." Blaine grabbed his coat and quickly bolted out the door, shutting it behind him.

The second he left Kurt exploded. "Dad, what were you thinking? That was humiliating!"

"Oh please. I was looking out for you. You're lucky that I care about you enough to check in. Your reaction was completely uncalled for."

"You brought up my sex life in front of my boyfriend! How was I supposed to react?"

"Not the way that you did. I thought that reading those pamphlets I got you might've helped with this immaturity act you have going on but I guess I was wrong!"

Kurt bit his lip, suddenly quiet.

"Kurt?" Burt cautiously approached his son. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing dad, I'm fine. You're right, the pamphlets were helpful."

Burt sighed. "You didn't read them, did you?"

"I read them!"

"Kurt..." Burt gave his son a look.

Kurt sighed, collapsing back onto the sofa. "Okay, maybe I just skimmed them. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal. You and Blaine are starting to get to the point in your relationship where you're going to want to... have sex. And it scares me that you know so little about it." Burt sat next to his son. "Do you still have the pamphlets?"

Kurt blushed. "No, I threw them away. I was going to read them, but I just... couldn't."

Burt nodded slowly. "Okay. Tell you what- I need some time to think this through. I'm not sure what to say right now if I'm being completely honest."

Kurt stood. "So does that mean I can leave?"

"For now. But don't think this conversation is done, we still have a lot to go over."

"How was school?" Burt asked, sipping from his beer can.

"It was good. Just a normal day." Kurt gave him a look. "Dad, you know what the doctor said about drinking beer. It's not good for your heart."

"I know, I'm being careful. Why don't you sit down?" Burt nodded towards an empty dining room chair.

"Actually I was going to do some homework."

"This won't take long." Burt pulled back the chair.

Kurt sat down, confused. "What's going on?"

Burt set his empty beer can on the table. "It's time to continue our conversation from the other day."

Kurt froze. He'd almost forgotten about the whole scenario that went down. He thought his father might've forgotten it too since it was almost a week ago, but apparently he was wrong. "Dad, do we need to? Tonight's not a good time."

"You can't keep blowing this off."

Kurt groaned. "The last thing I want to do right now is talk with you about this."

Burt nodded. "I knew you'd feel that way. Which is why we're not going to talk about it. I came up with a different idea."

Kurt felt the lump returning to his throat. "What?"

"We're going to watch a movie. I found one on Netflix that I think would be beneficial."

"What? I'm not watching a sex tape with my father!"

"It's not a sex tape. It's like a sex ed lesson." Burt looked his son in the eye. "If you really don't want to watch it with me, Carole volunteered to help out."

"How is that any better?" Kurt grumped. "I seriously don't have time for this tonight."

"Well, you're going to make time. So, who's it gonna be? Me or Carole?" Burt's voice was firm, and Kurt knew he wasn't getting out of this.

He sighed. "I guess I'll watch it with you. But I'm not going to be happy about it."

"That's fine. As long as you pay attention."

Kurt grudgingly followed his father to the living room. Burt switched on the TV, and they began the film. Kurt was absolutely mortified throughout the whole thing. When it finally ended he was surprised that he hadn't died of embarrassment.

Burt turned it off, turning to face his son. "I hope you were focusing."

Kurt couldn't move. "I think I learned a little too much if I'm being honest."

"The more you know the better. Now, I think it's time for the second half of this lesson." Burt pulled a notebook out from under a couch pillow, taking a pen from his pocket.

"I thought we were done." Kurt said, puzzled.

"Not yet. From what I could tell during our confrontation the other week you and Blaine seem to have some issues with communication." He handed over the journal and pen. "So I got you these. I want you to write down any questions or observations you have about what we just watched."

Kurt felt his face redden. "Is that really necessary? Why do you want to read about that stuff anyway? We just watched the same movie."

Burt shook his head. "Which is exactly why I'm not going to read it."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "So this is just for me then?"

"No, you're not going to read what you write to me. You're going to read it to Blaine."

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" Blaine asked, confused. "Did we have plans?"

"No, actually." Kurt could barely look up at his boyfriend. "My dad drove me over here."

"Alright..? Is everything okay?" Blaine seemed concerned.

"It depends what your definition of okay is. Do you have a minute?" Kurt shifted his weight from foot to foot.

Blaine opened the door wider. "Yeah, come on in." Once they were inside he nodded towards the journal in Kurt's hand. "What's that?"

Kurt felt sick to his stomach. This was the absolute worst thing his father could possibly do to him, but he knew he needed to get it over with. "It's a journal my dad gave me. After you left the other day he had a whole conversation with me and made me watch a super informative movie." Kurt bit his lip.

"And?" Blaine prodded.

"And he made me write down some... stuff. For you to read." Kurt held out the journal, half expecting Blaine to reject it. Instead of doing this he accepted the offer.

"Should I read it now?"

"I guess so."

Blaine opened it to the first page, eyes flickering over the words. After a couple minutes of silence he spoke. "You know, I'm kind of glad your dad made you do this. I was just thinking the other day that it's probably time we start to talk about some of these things."

Kurt was speechless. "You can't be serious. Are you really taking my dad's side? I thought we were on the same page!"

"We are, I just... this is helpful for me. Thanks for letting me see it. I know that you're kind of weird about sex stuff, but I feel like I know you better now."

Kurt nodded slowly. "Well, I guess you're welcome. Feel free to add on to what I've already written if you want to, I brought a pen."

Blaine reached out his hand and Kurt handed it to him. He scrawled a few things in the book before giving it back to his boyfriend. "There. I tried to answer your questions the best that I could, but I'm not an expert either."

"I, um, appreciate it." Kurt managed. "That's all I came here for I guess."

"Do you want to stay a little bit? We could rewatch Mean Girls."

Kurt smiled. "Ugh, I really wish I could, but my dad's waiting in the car. Something tells me he wouldn't be too pleased if I abandoned him with no explanation."

"Aw, man. Well I guess you should head out then." Blaine said with a sigh. "I am glad you came over though. Now I have a better sense of what's up."

Kurt sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, maybe my dad did have a point with this whole setup. Thanks for not making this too awkward."

"You're welcome. And hey, the good news is you don't need to feel guilty about hiding condoms in your desk drawer anymore." Blaine joked.

"That's a plus I guess." Kurt kissed him before opening the door. "I'll talk to you later tonight."

Blaine smiled. "I can't wait."

Oh my gosh, I love how airheaded Blaine is sometimes XD. Also, can we just appreciate Burt's parenting skills? Like, he deserves and award or something.

Next time you get sick, be sure to try the kissing method and lmk how it works in the comments. Personally, it seems pretty reliable to me ;) Be sure to leave a review and follow for more chapters! I'll talk to y'all next week!