So, I wasn't even planning on continuing, but the response was so nice, I decided to add this =) I have one more chapter-thingy in mind, so stay tuned and enjoy!
"Hiya, hun," Sam says cheerfully, pecking Kurt on the cheek. Kurt smiles weakly, diverting his eyes. The taller boy pouts slightly, leaning against his boyfriend's locker. "What's wrong?"
Kurt sighs. "Well, it turns out our dear friend Finn is a bigger idiot than we previously suspected."
Sam chuckles quietly. "What did he do?"
The small fashionista rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Well, you know how we were keeping this relationship on the down-low? You know, just until I felt like my father was ready to deal with it? Well, Finn kind of, sort of…forgot."
The Hudson-Hummel clan was sitting around the dinner table, eating and chatting lightly.
"So how was school today, boys?"
"Fine," Finn mumbled through his third helping of spaghetti, ripping off a hunk of bread with his teeth.
"My god, Finn. You're worse than Puck and Sam in an eating contest," Kurt reprimanded, nibbling daintily at a noodle. Finn laughed at his almost-stepbrother, but slowed down nonetheless.
"Oh, speaking of Sam, he told me to tell you that he wants his UT jacket back. And while, according to him, you look 'just so adorable' in burnt orange, he also says that your… disdin? Distan? Dis…dain? Yeah, your 'disdain' for football 'relinquishes all jacket-stealing privileges.' Whatever that means." Finn looked slightly disturbed for relaying the cutesy, flirty message, but mostly entertained by the blush that was creeping across Kurt's face.
"Who's Sam?" Carole asked conversationally, twirling some noodles around her fork.
"Er, well-" The smaller boy started, but Finn answered for him.
"Kurt's boyfriend."
The room went silent, interrupted only by the soft 'thud' of Kurt slamming his designer shoes into his stepbrother's shin.
"Ow!" Finn yelped, glaring at Kurt. Kurt glared back, eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Boyfriend…?" Burt asked, sounding faint. Carole smiled widely, patting her almost-stepson on the arm.
"Congratulations, sweetie. When do we get to meet him?" She asked, standing up to clear the dishes.
"Yeah. When do we get to meet him?" Finn asked mockingly, earning another kick to the shins.
"I, uh…I have to pee." Kurt stood and left the table, running downstairs to his bedroom. Groaning, he flopped onto his bed.
"Kurt?" He recognized his father's voice, and grunted in reply. Burt Hummel cautiously approached his son's bed, sitting on the edge. "Hey, Kurt, listen. You know I'm not, like, one-hundred percent ready for you to have a boyfriend, so I can understand why you didn't want me to know. But I am one hundred percent committed to accepting you and loving you, and if that entails a boyfriend, then so be it."
Kurt sat up, amazed at his father's words. "Dad…"
Burt held up his hands. "Hold up, I'm not done. I still want to meet this Sam fellow. Bring him over for dinner tomorrow night, okay? I may be accepting the fact that you're gay, but that doesn't mean I'm accepting of you dating. I'm still a father, Kurt, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Kurt nodded weakly, watching as his father left the room. He stopped at the top of the stairs to call out, "Carole made snicker doodles. Come get some before Finn inhales them!" then left, closing the door gently behind him.
But Kurt stayed on his bed, falling back against the soft assortment of pillows.. A few moments passed before he heard the door open again. The sweet scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted down as Finn clomped down into their room, munching on a cookie.
"Hey, Kurt. Look, sorry, I kind of forgot you didn't want your dad to know about Sam…" The small boy sat up, glaring at his almost-stepbrother. "Oh, this is awkward…Um…you look nice tonight?"
Kurt crossed his arms, clenching his teeth together. "One more try, Finn."
The tall boy stretched out his hand, offering the cookie in it. "Snicker doodle?"
Kurt sighed, swatting away the lump of sugar and fat. "You are a dead man, Finn Hudson."
Sam laughs, slinging his arm around Kurt's shoulder. "Well, then I guess I'm coming over for dinner. What should I wear?"
Kurt smiles sadly. "Oh, dressy-casual. You know. My father doesn't really care."
Sam kisses his boyfriend's head, breathing in the organic scent of his overly sculpted hair. "Yeah, but what about Mrs. Hudson? Aren't I meeting the whole 'family?'"
The small boy grins. "Yeah, you are. Carole will love you, especially since you're friends with Finn. But my dad… you're my first boyfriend. Practically my first love interest, as far as he's concerned." Sam raised a questioning eyebrow at that, but let it be. "He's going to bully you more than Karofsky and Azimio combined, just to see if you are 'worthy' of dating his son."
Sam smiles shakily, kissing Kurt again as they enter the lunchroom. "Don't worry about it. If I can deal with being called a fag every day of my life, I think I can handle the infamous Mr. Hummel."
Shaking his head, Kurt sits down, sighing. "I hope you're right."
The two boys pull out their lunches and begin to eat, half-listening to some argument between Artie and Mercedes. Tina ruffles Kurt's hair before sitting down next to Sam. The smaller boy glares at her jokingly and Sam kisses her cheek in greeting. Kurt and Artie have never really understood how their respective others became such good friends, but neither really seems to mind.
"What about Finn?" Sam asks through a mouthful of Cheetos. Kurt looks revolted, and Tina just looks confused.
"What about him?" Kurt asks, neatly taking a bite of his salad.
"Well, you said Mrs. Hudson will like me, and that your dad will probably shoot me. What about Finn? He is practically your stepbrother."
"Ooh, meeting the parents? Fun…" Tina says, giggling. Mercedes and Artie's argument gets louder, but the quiet girl doesn't seem to notice.
"Yeah… So, what will Finn's reaction be?" Sam asks, taking a swig of his Gatorade.
Kurt scoffs. "Sam, you're forgetting that it was Finn who introduced us in the first place. It is also his fault that my dad found out. I think, if anything, he'll just be a pain in the ass tonight with constant mocking or more slips about my personal life."
Tina smirks. "That didn't answer his question. Just 'cause he already knows Sam doesn't mean he'll go easy on him tonight. Finn is very…protective."
The small boy just laughs, setting his fork down. "Trust me. It's my father you want to be worried about. Not Finn."
Sam arrives at six o'clock sharp, wearing his best "dressy-casual" shirt (picked out for him by Kurt, of course). He presents Mrs. Hudson with a bouquet of flowers and Mr. Hummel with a firm handshake. The gruff man looks him over critically, then welcomes him inside.
Carole goes to the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, and Mr. Hummel leads the tall, blonde boy to the living room. As they sit across from each other awkwardly, a loud clanging is heard from the next room, and a loud, girly shriek. Sam and Mr. Hummel look up in unison, watching as Finn sprints from the room, laughing hysterically.
Kurt follows quickly after, covered in powdered sugar. "FINN HUDSON! YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET MY FACE THIS PERFECT! THAT SUGAR WAS FOR THE STRAWBERRIES I HAD READY FOR DESSERT!"
Finn just laughs even harder, making for the front door. "You'll never catch me, shorty!"
Kurt speeds up, tackling the boy in the entryway. Mr. Hummel just rolls his eyes and looks back at Sam.
"They've been like this for a week now. I mean, it's great that Finn is comfortable around Kurt now, but Kurt… I think he's finally cracked. Having a sibling has just wrecked his delicate mental stability…"
Sam stares at Mr. Hummel for a full minute before realizing that the man is, in fact, making a joke. He laughs quietly, and the gruff man cracks a smile.
"COME BACK HERE YOU LUNATIC! I'M SLIPPING RAT POISON INTO YOUR FOOD TONIGHT, YOU HEAR ME?" Finn has made it away from his furious almost-stepbrother, the smaller boy's iPhone in hand, and is running for his life back towards the kitchen.
"Hey, Kurt! I'm gonna text Puck, okay? Maybe tell him who really dyed his football jersey purple and glued felt hearts to it! That sound good?" Kurt lets out another shriek, murder in his eyes.
"Yup. Boy's lost it," Burt mumbles, sighing. Sam laughs and turns back to his boyfriend's father.
"I think it's cute. He has someone he can just be a kid around. That's how me and my sister are." Burt nods, smiling slightly.
"Yeah. It is nice. I haven't seen Kurt act this much like a kid since his mother died." A silence filled the room, impregnated with grief and melancholy.
Carole comes and joins Burt on the sofa, smiling kindly at Sam. "Well, Sam, how are you liking Lima so far?"
The blonde boy grins. "It's pretty great here. I mean, I miss Texas. It doesn't get so darn cold there." The couple on the couch laughs conversationally, imagining the poor Texan in his first snowstorm. "But glee club is awesome. I never knew singing and dancing could be so fun. The football is a little disappointing. High school football is, like, practically a religion back home. But I've made some great friends already – Finn, Tina, Matt, Brittany, Kurt. I can't imagine wanting to go back to Texas now."
His speech seems to make quite an impression on the two adults, who are both smiling appreciatively at him. Mr. Hummel still looks a bit wary of his son's boyfriend, but Sam realizes this is probably as good as it's going to get for the time being.
"AHHH!" Finn's scream comes from the kitchen, and Sam is just a tad bit worried that Kurt has actually caused bodily harm to his brother. There are generally a lot of knives in kitchens.
"HA!" Kurt's triumphant laughter rings through the house, followed shortly by his shrieks. "FINN HUDSON, PUT ME DOWN OR SO HELP ME, I WILL GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TRANSFERRED TO SCHOOL IN NORWAY AND YOU'LL GROW OLD, BITTER AND ALONE! PUT. ME. DOWN!"
Finns jogs into the room, Kurt hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey, Sam. When did you get here?"
Kurt yelps, struggling even harder to get down. "FINN! LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN!"
Finn obeys, grinning cheekily at the small boy as he tries to swat him. Kurt sits down gracefully next to Sam, pecking him on the cheek. It amazes the blonde boy that even covered in powdered sugar and flushing red with embarrassment and anger, Kurt Hummel manages to look elegant and superior.
"Hey, hun," he says, wrapping his arm around the petite boy's waist.
"Hello, Sam. I see you've met Carole and my father," Kurt replies, sending his father a pointed glance.
A dinger goes off in the kitchen, and Kurt leaps up. "Dinner! Finn, you set the table." Finn groans, but Kurt sends him a death glare. "Now!"
The two brothers run off, and Burt and Carole lead Sam into a modest dining room, where Finn is sloppily laying out plates and forks. Kurt comes in with a steaming platter of something (Sam, for the life of him, can't figure out what it even is) and sets it on the table proudly, before running back to the kitchen to retrieve drinks and salad.
The family (plus Sam) sits around the table, making light conversation as they help themselves to Kurt's meal. Finn shovels in to the food like he's never seen food before, and Kurt whispers something about how it's his brother's favorite. Sam grins, realizing how hard Kurt had thought about preparing the dinner – Sam and Finn have many similar traits, one being their taste in food.
"So, Sam, let's get to the serious stuff, why don't we?" Burt says. Kurt just groans, sipping on his sparkling water with exasperation in his eyes. Sam doesn't fail to notice how Finn sits up a little straighter at this suggestion.
"First off, how are your grades in school?" Mr. Hummel isn't playing around, Sam can see. Something in his blunt questioning reminds the blonde boy of Kurt, and it makes him want to laugh.
"Sam's on the honor roll, Dad," Kurt interjects proudly. His father nods with approval, before going on.
"What are your intentions with my son? Experimentation? Some sort of sick, practical joke? If you hurt my son, I have a rifle and shovel, and I don't think anyone will miss you too much."
"Dad!" Kurt exclaims, gaping incredulously.
Sam laughs nervously. "It's okay, hun. No sir, I would never, ever hurt Kurt. I'm dating him because he's the most wonderful person I've ever met." The small diva melts at those words, interlacing his small fingers with Sam's.
Mr. Hummel seems pleased by these words, as does Carole (who adored the tall boy the minute he walked in; he is so much like her son!), but Finn seems suspicious.
"Are you sure?" The football player asks, eyes narrowing.
"Sure of what?" Sam asks, confused.
"That that's really your intention with Kurt."
"Um, yeah, I'm sure."
"You don't seem sure. That little speech of yours sounded rehearsed."
"Only because I think it every minute of every day."
"You so planned to say that."
"No I didn't!"
"I think you did. Do you do drugs?"
"No!"
"Smoke?"
"Ew, no."
"Drink?"
"No."
"Liar. You were at that party at Santana's that got broken up by the cops."
"I left an hour before that happened, and I was completely sober."
"So you say."
"I wouldn't lie."
"Do you pressure Kurt?"
"What?"
"You know, pressure him to do things he doesn't want to do?"
"No! Never! I respect him and his decisions entirely."
"What are your real intentions with Kurt?"
"I'm dating him. I just want to be with him. What are you saying, Finn?"
"I think you're using him."
"For what?"
"Experimentation. Maybe to learn his deep, dark secrets to tell your football buddies while you laugh about it in your evil underground lair beneath the locker rooms where you store your booze and Playboys and pinball machines and have Call Of Duty tournaments and strippers and mock nice guys like Kurt because you're Lima Losers who will never amount to anything in your lives."
The room is silent with shock and utter confusion. Kurt is shaking with anger, but stands up coolly and calmly. "Finn, why don't you help me prepare dessert. Now."
The two boys walk into the kitchen and, as soon as the door is closed safely behind them, Kurt turns on Finn, fuming.
"What the hell, Finn? What was that all about? Are you trying to make Sam look bad?"
Finn shrugs. "Just helping out your dad interrogate him. Make sure he approves."
Kurt lets out an angry huff. "Dad was liking him perfectly well until you come in and go all psycho! Now I'll be lucky if he ever lets me out of the house again!"
"Good."
"Good?" Kurt throws his hands into the air. "What's so good about being locked in a basement till I'm thirty?"
Fin crosses his arms. "You'll be safe."
Kurt sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Really, Finn? You decide to go all 'protective brother' on me now? God, I feel like this is karma for insulting your girlfriend so much."
"I'm sorry if I don't want to see you get hurt!"
"If you were so scared of that, why did you introduce me to Sam in the first place?"
Finn looks down sheepishly. "'Cause I was afraid of you."
Kurt's face darkens, and he looks at the ground bitterly. "I thought we were past that, Finn. I'm gay, not a rapist. Just because I'm attracted to you doesn't mean I'm going to jump you in the shower."
Finn just stares at his almost-stepbrother in confusion. A minute passes until he understands what Kurt is saying, and immediately begins to back paddle.
"NO! No, no, no! That's not what I meant! The day I introduced you two, you were yelling at me and threatening me and using words that I didn't understand and I was kinda scared and Sam had just told me he was gay so I thought that if I distracted you with a cute gay guy you'd leave me in one piece!"
Kurt just starts laughing, obviously remembering that day. Finn sighs with relief, grinning.
"But still, you've been okay with this relationship up until now. What changed?"
Finn looks down again, shrugging. "I guess it's 'cause it's official now. Meeting the parents and all that jazz. I just never really thought of it as a real relationship until now. But it is real, and you could get your heart broken. And, I've been there too many times. I don't want you to go through the same."
Kurt looks at his almost-brother with a sad smile, wishing Finn realized that Kurt has been through that before, and Finn had been responsible for it. But the fact that he cares that much for Kurt softens the boy's heart, makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and loved.
"Oh, Finn." The small boy wraps his arms around the taller teen's torso, hugging him tightly. Finn hugs him back fiercely, murmuring lowly, "Sorry, Kurt. Guess I'm just a little…protective."
They break apart and Kurt laughs. "That's what Tina said today at lunch. That girl is much sharper than we give her credit for."
The two boys walk back into the dining room carrying the bowl of sugar-topped strawberries to find Sam laughing and chatting animatedly with Carole and Burt. Kurt kisses his cheek as he sits down, smiling at his father.
"Sorry about earlier, Sam," Finn says, scooping some fruit onto his plate. "It's just my brotherly duty."
Sam nods happily, understanding. "I get it man. My sister just started dating, I know the feeling."
"Good," Finn says, his face growing serious again. "Now, about sex. If I hear you're not using protection…"
Kurt groans and slams his head onto the table as Sam rubs circles on his shoulder, laughing slightly. It's going to be a very, very long night.
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