Chap 4:
~Ding Dong!~
"I'll get it dad!" I rushed to the door, and opened it on a dapper, handsome, taken man. Taken by me.
"Good evening, Kurt."
"Hi! ... Oh, come on in! It's freezing."
I took off his jacket for him.
"I'm really glad you could come over."
"Anything for you."
Burt clears his throat.
"Oh! Dad you scared me. Dad, this is Blaine, Blaine, this is Burt, my father."
Blaine put out his hand immediately for a shake.
"It's great to finally meet you Mr. Hummel."
Burt shakes his hand.
"There's no need for fancy names here, we're all family! Kurt, I think your uh, whatever it's called, is burning."
"My soufflet!"
Blaine hung up his jacket and followed me into the kitchen.
"I'll be back you two! I just gotta check on the game."
"No problem, uh, Burt."
"Atta boy." and he went upstairs.
Thank God the soufflet was okay. I forgot about it the moment the doorbell rang.
"My, my."
I took off my oven mitts and looked at him.
"What?"
Oh. I forgot.
"I like your apron."
"Hah. Uh. It's nothing." I took it off immediately. How embarrassing.
"It's cute."
He approached me just as he did in that fateful classroom, and
"YEEEAAAAHHHH!"
Blaine jumped out of his skin.
"What was THAT?"
I sighed. Thanks dad.
"The habs are winning."
Blaine chuckled.
Burt thunders down the stairs.
"In the lead 2-1! Wooooo! Kurt, our team's a-winning!"
"Y-yeah dad. I could tell."
"Hah, sorry Blaine. You'll have to get used to that if you're gonna be in this house for long."
They both sat down at the table, set by Kurt. Everything matched.
"Noted. I actually don't mind watching a few hockey games, I used to watch them as a kid, but they quickly got replaced with musicals. But I appreciate a good game. Especially if the habs are winning."
"Really?" I had never seen that side of him.
"Really." he winked.
"Kurt, I approve." Burt smiled proudly. I was proud of him, he could have made this much more awkward.
"And voila! Dinner, is served."