Chapter 45: Something Comfortable

Kurt awoke awhile later. He found himself covered with his comforter, his Mother's picture on the pillow beside him, and his boots weren't on his feet anymore.

'Dad must have come down.' Kurt thought. He looked at his clock.

11:37.

'At night?' Kurt thought. 'I've been asleep since around four thirty this afternoon?' Kurt swung his legs over the side of his bed and he pushed himself to his feet. He made his way up the stairs and entered the kitchen.

He opened the fridge and looked inside.

"Hey."

Kurt jerked around. Burt stood in the doorway.

"Dad, you're awake." Kurt said.

"There's leftover pizza in there if you want some." Burt nodded his head at the fridge. "Carole, Finn and I ordered it. Had to fight Finn to leave some for you." Burt joked.

Kurt gave a tiny smile, turning back and pulling the pizza out. Burt watched as his son took two slices out and set about warming them up.

"You want to talk about what's on your mind?" He asked finally.

"What do you mean." Kurt didn't look at his Father.

"I mean, you came home, didn't ask how my day was or talk about yours. You went to the basement and fell asleep, fully clothed. You had tear marks on your face and you were holding the picture of you and your Mom like your life depended on it." Burt said, stepping up beside Kurt, who was bracing himself on the countertop. "Am I not supposed to think something is wrong with my son?"

"It's nothing, Dad." Kurt lied. "I just have a lot on my mind, like planning yours and Carole's wedding, and my assignment I have to perform next week, plus my other schoolwork. It's just been tiring me out."

Kurt picked up his plate and took it to the table. He sat down, but didn't touch his food.

"Kurt, stressing about this stuff isn't helping." Burt sat beside Kurt at the table.

"I know. I just can't help it sometimes." Kurt said.

"Kurt, you don't need to go through all this trouble." Kurt looked at his Dad. "I'm serious. You're laddening your shoulders with adult problems. You're a teenager. You should be out having fun. So you don't have to plan the wedding. Focus on being a teen, doing things teens do."

"Dad, I want to help with the wedding. You know I can pull together the best possible wedding for you and Carole. I want to do that for you. I even wanted to talk to you both about it tomorrow. Mr. Schue isn't going to be there for Glee, and he gave us a free period. That's the last period of the day before we go home." Kurt said. "I was hoping to come home then and we can pick out what you want for your wedding."

Burt looked at his son before answering.

"If you're sure you want to do this, I won't stop you." He said. "And I think I can work it out so that Carole and I can be here to go over wedding details tomorrow, if you're sure about it."

"I'm sure." Kurt nodded.

"Then I'll work it out with Carole." Burt stood up from the table. "I'm gonna get ready for bed. Eat your pizza, and try to get some more sleep. It's late."

"Okay, Dad." Kurt said as his Father left the room.


Kurt ate his pizza and washed his plate, before going through his nightly routine of a shower and moisturizing.

By the time Kurt was finished, it was almost one in the morning. He slid beneath the covers and finally looked at his phone. He read a message from Sam that had been sent at five twenty three pm.

S: I wish you had said goodbye earlier. I missed you. I'll see you at school tomorrow, but keep your evening cleared. And make sure you wear something comfortable. I have a surprise for you. I love you, Kurt. I hope you know that.

Kurt locked his phone and plugged it in to charge before laying down.

'Something comfortable? A surprise?' He thought. 'What does he have planned?'

A million possible ideas flew through his head as Kurt drifted off to sleep.