Sorry this has taken so long. My computer freaked over the weekend so I'm hoping to get up to date. We figured out the ending so all of you that have been asking and I've replied that I have absolutely no idea, I know now. But you won't. :D You'll just have to keep reading. This is in Kurt's POV. Reviews are love, critiques are better.
I'm already out the door.
I'm waiting.
I've never moved so fast in my entire life. I snapped my phone shut and launched myself off the bed. I glanced at the clock. 9:15. Maybe my dad would let me out..... I ran into the bathroom to check my appearance. I didn't want to show up on Puck's doorstep looking a mess. I screamed a little when I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were bright red and there was no way that I could show up wearing this. But then again, my dad would notice if I changed clothes. Before I could answer the clothing question, my makeup needed serious attention. I sorted through my drawers frantically, looking for foundation. Three minutes later, I finally found it and hastily put some more on. I quickly fixed my hair and stepped back to analyze my outfit. I looked amazing and my dad really would think something was up if I changed now. I sighed angrily at having to sneak around. That seriously put a damper on my need to wear everything in my closet within a month so that I could shop for more clothes. Giving up my internal battle, I ran up the stairs.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah Dad?"
"Come watch the game with me. The Bills are playing the Dolphins."
"The Bills are going to lose and I need to go over to Noah Puckerman's house for a little while. He grabbed some of my homework when he was picking up his stuff." Where did that come from? Oh well. That was a legit reason to go out at nine on a school night, right?
"You can get it in the morning. The game is on." I sighed. I would humor him for a bit and then weasel my way out of sitting through a fucking football game when I could be fucking Noah Puckerman. I walked into the living room and sat down as close to the door as I could. There was a self help book on the coffee table and I raised my eyebrow at my dad. He coughed as I stood to get a better look at it. How to Talk to Your Gay Son About Sex. Oh shit. As I stared at the book, my jaw dropped and I knew my eyes were bugging out in horror, an expression that I just knew was so not attractive. Dad cleared his throat. "Son we need to talk."
"Dad, is this going to take long? I told Noah I would be over in like, twenty minutes and I really need to get my, uhm, homework."
"What's going on between you and that boy?" I was taken aback by the bluntness of his question.
"N-n-nothing. Nothing at all." Maybe I should stop hanging out with Tina so much. She was rubbing off. Next thing I knew, I would be wearing way to much black and thick eyeli – UGH! Need to stop that terrible thought before it even has time to manifest itself within the deep recesses of my brain.
"Uh huh." Thank God Burt Hummel is not the type to pry, especially when it comes to boys. "Well just be safe. Don't let him pressure you into anything and make sure you use protection." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Of course, Dad."
"And another thing, you aren't going out tonight."
"WHAT?!"
"This conversation isn't over." He reached over the side of his chair and produced a box of condoms and a banana. My mouth dropped open in horror as I realized what he wanted from me.
"Dad. I know how to put on a condom. This is really embarrassing. I'm just going to go to bed." I stood and turned from him, my face hotter than it has ever been in my entire life. I calmly walked to the door of the basement and went down the stairs in complete silence, leaving my dad to stare at my humiliated back. I was so ashamed of him for even thinking that I would put a fucking condom on a banana for him that I left my phone upstairs on the coffee table next to his ever so helpful book. There was no way that I was going back upstairs for it. I would just have to deal with Noah in the morning.