A/N: UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

WARNING: Waaayyyyy too much Burt/Elizabeth fluff.

Chapter 18: Burt

I stumbled back after an exhausting shift at the garage. Staying up with a screaming baby had taken it's toll on me. I turned on the coffee maker on my way to flopping onto the coach in the living room.

"Your day was that great, huh?" Elizabeth said, walking into the room.

She was already dressed in hospital scrubs despite not leaving for another hour at least.

"Where are the kids?" I asked.

"Upstairs," she replied. "They're playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or something since they have the perfect number. Melody is asleep already. I guess she's just as tired from last night as we are."

I chuckled. Of course she was tired too, but she got to sleep whenever she felt like it.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling the coffee was ready. I started to get up to go pour myself a mug but Elizabeth stopped me.

"I'll get the coffee," she said and I immediately sank back into the couch. Did I mention I was tired? Because I was.

Elizabeth was back in a minute with a steaming mug of coffee in each hand. She gave one to me and settled herself in an armchair a little ways across the living room.

"Kurt said something funny today," Elizabeth said, sounding strangely careful.

"Oh?" I said, closing my eyes and massaging my temples.

"Yeah, earlier today after you left for work he said that you should move in here with us," Elizabeth said casually, leafing through a fashion magazine.

Well, that woke me up. I was lucky I was drinking any coffee at that moment because I would have choked on it. In fact, I sat up so quickly I nearly did spill my coffee.

"What?!" I exclaimed.

Elizabeth didn't even look up from her magazine. In fact, she still looked as calm and casual as ever, as if this sort of thing happened everyday. "Kurt said that you should move in because there's no point in paying for two houses if we could all just share one," she said.

I laughed in spite of myself. "That's such a Kurt thing to say," I said.

"The boy isn't wrong," Elizabeth said, still annoying indifferent, still looking at that damn magazine.

"Wait, do you want me to move in?" I asked.

Elizabeth sighed and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. "I don't know. It would be moving fast wouldn't it?"

I took off my baseball cap and ran a head over my head, thinking. "yeah, I mean I've dated girls for twice as long as I've dated you and I had never even thought about dating them. But..." I trailed off.

"But?" Elizabeth prompted.

"But I've never felt the same way about other girls as I feel about you," I said quietly.

Elizabeth smiled at her coffee. I could see a light dusting of pink across her porcelain cheeks. God, how was it that we could turn each other into a couple of blushing teenagers?

"I love you," I blurted out and immediately wanted to punch myself.

Elizabeth looked up at me, an expression of surprise on her face.

"You...What?" she said.

"Why the tone of surprise?" I mumbled.

Elizabeth sat her coffee mug down on the table and ran to sit next to me on the couch. "Oh no, no, God no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just- I mean-" She sighed. "I love you too."

The two of us just sat like that for a few moments, grinning like complete idiots. I leaned forward and kissed her. I always saw fireworks whenever I kissed Elizabeth. I felt like a teenager again, making out with my first girlfriend in the back of my dad's car. I ran my fingers through her hair.

Everything was perfect, until Gerard found us. "Mrs. Davis? I'm hungry can I have a- HOLY CRAP!"

We broke apart and turned towards Gerard who was looking like a deer in the headlights.

"S-sorry," he stammered.

He sprinted away and ran into Frank in the hallway. I could hear them talking.

"Gee, did you get the snacks? I'm starving!" Frank complained.

"No, I tried to go ask Mrs. Davis but she was sucking face with Burt!" Gerard answered. Next to me Elizabeth groaned and hid her face in her hands.

"Holy crap!" Frank yelled. He started cackling like a manic. "Holy crap. We should to tell Kurt! Burt and Elizabeth sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

The sining faded as Frank ran up the stairs, his twin brother in tow. Elizabeth uncovered her face. "Is it safe?" she asked.

I shook my head and laughed dryly. "Far from it," I responded.

"I feel like my younger brother just caught me making out with my boyfriend," Elizabeth groaned, "and I don't even have a younger brother."

I grinned because that's pretty much exactly how I was feeling. Except I really do have a younger brother.

"Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I'm a stupid teenager with his girlfriend," I confessed.

"Same here. I think that's how it's supposed to be with love though," she said.

I was sure we were going to kiss again when Elizabeth saw the time.

"Crap, I have to get to work," she exclaimed and then she was off, grabbing her keys and coat.

Just before she ran out the door, Elizabeth ran back and planted a short kiss on my lips. "I'll see you after work," she said, "I love you."

And after she was gone, I may or may not have done a small victory dance.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked from behind me.

I jumped and spun around. "What? I was, I don't know, dancing. People dance when they get happy."

Kurt gave me the superior look of his and said, "Are you happy because you were kissing my mom?"

I had no idea what to say to that. "Um, maybe?" Great response Burt, I bet he'll totally love that one.

Kurt just snorted like I was an idiot and walked towards the kitchen. "Frank and Gerard are demanding snacks," he explained.

Just before entering the kitchen the small boy turned around. "Just for the record, I give you my blessing," Kurt stated and continued on into the kitchen.

I'm about 99.9 percent sure I just stood in the hallway in shock for the next ten minutes. It wasn't until Kurt came back, his arms laden with junk food and snapped his fingers in front of me, laughing when I jumped in surprise, that I moved again.

The rest of the night was peaceful and uneventful. I wrestled the kids into bed, watched TV, and not even Melody waking up at three in the morning and refusing to let me sleep again was enough to ruin my good mood.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez