Chapter 3: Dinner With Dad

Kurt hit the grocery store and picked up the items on the list and drove back home. He got out of the car and popped the back door to gather a few bags of the groceries he got.

"Hey, need some help, stranger?" Kurt looked up to see Mercedes strolling down his driveway to his car. It was then that he noticed her car was parked on the street behind them.

"Hey, how long have you been here?" Kurt asked.

"Only a few minutes. Need a hand with those?" Mercedes asked, gesturing to the bags Kurt was holding.

"Yeah, sure." He handed over the bags, and reached into his car for the rest. He closed the door and followed her up to the house. He unlocked the door and ushered his Best Friend in ahead of him and followed her in. He closed the door and walked behind Mercedes to the kitchen. He placed the bags on the table and started unpacking the groceries.

"You okay, Boo?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Kurt questioned as he put chicken breasts in the freezer.

"You were pretty quiet all day. Makes think you had something on your mind." Mercedes said, handing him some cans.

"No, just thinking about the usual, schoolwork, Glee. That's all." Kurt said, placing hamburger meat on the counter.

"Kurt, you can't lie to me. What's going on?" Mercedes pressed.

"It's nothing. It's just been a long day. I'm sore from all the lockers I've been shoved into by Karofsky, but luckily I didn't get hit with any slushies today."

"If you're that sore, you should take a long bath later and soak your body. Use some scented oil to relax your muscles." His friend suggested.

"Yeah, I probably will. Thanks." Kurt smiled.

"No problem, Babe. Now, you need help making dinner?" Mercedes asked.

"Sure, that would help. Can you put a pot of water on to boil for me? You know where the pots are." He smiled, taking tomatoes out of the grocery bag.

"Sure thing. Can we turn some music on though?"

"But of course, Madame!" Kurt joked, opening his phone and turning on his music.


Over the next hour, Kurt and Mercedes sang as they made spaghetti and meat balls, and garlic bread for dinner.

As the sauce simmered on the stove and the spaghetti boiled, Kurt pulled the garlic bread from the oven.

"Are you going to stay for dinner?" Kurt asked Mercedes. "I don't think my Dad would mind."

"No, I gotta get home. My Mom's probably got dinner done by now, and she'll be wondering where I am." Mercedes said, setting the table for two.

"Do you at least want me to save you some? You helped me make this, it's only fair you have some too." Kurt said, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah, sure. Think you can bring it to school tomorrow?"

"Of course, that works for me." Kurt grinned.

"Kurt, I'm home!"

Kurt and Mercedes looked to the doorway of the kitchen as Burt walked in. Neither friends had heard the door unlock and open, so they were surprised to see Kurt's Dad walk in.

"Hey, Dad! Dinner's almost ready." Kurt said, turning to take the pasta off the stove and drain it. He rinsed the pasta before adding it and the homemade meatballs to the sauce.

"That's okay. Mercedes, are you joining us?" Burt asked.

"No, sorry, Mr. H." Mercedes said, gathering her school gear. "My Mom's expecting me home soon. But Kurt promised to bring me some tomorrow."

"Oh, good." Burt smiled.

"Kurt, I'll see you tomorrow." Mercedes said, heading for the door.

"Here, I'll walk you out." Kurt said, following his friend. "Dad, why don't you wash up for dinner? I'll serve it up when I come back in."

"Sure thing, Bud."


Kurt followed Mercedes out the door.

"Hey, remember to take that bath later. It will help, and I'm positive you need it by now." Mercedes said, turning to Kurt.

"Don't worry, I'll have one after I finish my homework." Kurt assured her. He leaned in and gave her a hug before she strolled to her car.

"Hey, don't forget we have to go shopping for the costumes tomorrow for everyone, Quinn put us in charge of it." Mercedes called back to him.

"I know, I remember."

Mercedes waved as she got into he car and pulled away from the curb. Kurt turned and entered his house, and walked to the kitchen. Burt was getting a beer from the fridge. Kurt walked to the stove and mixed the spaghetti and meatballs around before carrying the pot to the table. He went back for the garlic bread, and brought that out to the table too. He served up portions for his father and himself as Burt sat down at the table.

"This smells great, Kurt." Burt said, tucking into his dinner.

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt took a bite of his garlic bread. "How was work?"

"Busy, really busy. I had a car come in that needed a lot of repairs done." But said, eating and going over his day with his son. "Battery was dead, carborator was shot, brakes needed to be replaced, and huge hole in the muffler. And that's just part of it. They might as well have gotten a new car."

"Wow. Sounds rough." Kurt said, spearing a meatball and popping it into his mouth.

"Usual day of work at the shop." Burt shrugged. "What about you? How was your first day of school?"

"The usual. I already have homework to do, luckily not a lot. Oh, and the Glee Club will be looking for new members next week. We're going to do a number in hopes we can inspire some new kids to join us." Kurt said, twirling his pasta onto his fork.

"Sounds good." Burt said, nodding his head.

"Yeah, so tomorrow, Mercedes and I are going to pick out the costumes for it; I'm gonna see if we can get a couple of the other kids to come with us too."

"Do you need money for it?" Burt asked, about to reach into his pocket for his wallet.

"Oh, no!" Kurt rushed. "Everyone's chipping in their money tomorrow in class. It's just some shirts and baggy pants, maybe some belts and chains. And I have some of the accessories needed for the girls. And I think they'll be bringing some of their own things too."

"Okay, if you're sure." Burt said, picking up his beer.

"I'm sure, Dad." Kurt said.