Chapter Two. Commence shit-fan-collision.

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Dinner was always awkward. No matter how hard everyone tried. Even though Kurt had adjusted to Carol and Finn had adjusted with Burt, it was just a matter of Kurt adjusting to Finn adjusting to his father. His father, whom Kurt had struggled to relate to for as long as he could remember. Having Finn just come in and destroy whatever kept Kurt and his dad together wasn't exactly part of the plan. Maybe I'm being overdramatic, Kurt thought, but he's my dad, not Finn's. And right now, they look like their enjoying themselves so much as they talk about… hockey or rugby or whatever.

Carol had made pork chops for dinner, which wasn't exactly part of Kurt's lean diet, but he politely ate on, and glared at Finn and Burt as they laughed about something. My dad never looks that happy when he's talking to me.

Kurt abruptly stood. "I have to go to the restroom," he announced, pausing the conversation.

"All right sweetie, it's just down the hall there," Carol said, pointing in the bathroom's direction. Kurt nodded and speeded toward the bathroom.

I can't believe this is happening to me. I should have thought this through more vividly before introducing our parents. All I wanted was to get closer to Finn, but this is doing everything but that.

He closed the door quietly behind him and stared at himself in the mirror blankly. This was harder than usual.

I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment. They're like a family out there. They're laughing. Just listen to them. From the dining room, Kurt heard a roar of laughter. I'm invisible. God. Sometimes, I just wish that… gah.

Kurt paced a little. I need to calm down. What's that song that mom used to sing to me? Ooh, happiness is happening, dragons have been bled…

"Gentleness is everywhere, fear's just in your head, only in your head, fear is in your head, only in your head, so forget your head, and you'll be free, yeah, writings on the wall," Kurt sang to himself quietly, "Free-yeah, and you can know it all, if you choose. Just remember, lovers never lose…!"

He danced slightly to the music playing in his head.

"'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure, and of thoughts unkind, gentleness clears the soul…"

Kurt stopped and then looked back in the mirror, quieting down.

"Love will clean your the mind…"

And make you free.

He stood up straight and left the bathroom confidently. Entering the dining room, he sat in his seat with his lips pursed and picked up a fork.

"Hey, Kurt," Burt said.

"Yes, dad?"

"We're thinking that you and I might spend the night here. Is that okay with you?"

Kurt dropped his fork, some of his confidence disappearing.

"I… I have school tomorrow."

"We can get your stuff in the morning. Finn can give you a ride."

Kurt glanced over at Finn, who was drinking some of his Sprite. He looked back at his dad and put on the fakest smile he could.

"Sure. That's fine."

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Kurt didn't know how it happened, but he was sitting right between his father and Finn, watching college football. He couldn't have been more bored, but his brain was too busy thinking at the speed of sound. The action happening around him was all muted significantly- he felt like life was going in slow motion. As Burt and Finn yelled at the television for somebody to "go, go, go," Kurt's self-esteem was dropping a percentage point each second. Not that it wasn't fairly low to begin with.

Eventually, the game ended. "We're off to bed," Carol said, with Burt following her, "you boys don't stay up too late."

"Sure mom," Finn said. Kurt just nodded.

"Finn, be sure to set up the pullout bed for Kurt."

"Okay."

And then, Kurt and Finn were alone. Kurt's back was straight, and he stared ahead into nothingness, full of anxiety and traces of loathing. Three weeks ago he would have adored to be sitting next to Finn, to be sleeping over at his house. But right now, Kurt slightly felt like dying.

"You've been pretty quiet today," Finn said. Kurt looked at him. They shared a moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes. Finn awkwardly looked around. And then…

Kurt was crying. He didn't know why. He hadn't felt the tears coming on. But there they were, dripping down his face pathetically, like some sort of brain faucet had just turned on.

"Holy shit dude… uh… um… are you okay?" Finn asked, panicking a little.

"No. I'm not okay," Kurt responded, emitting a sob.

"Uh… oh, Christ… um… what's the matter?"

"You don't know how hard this is for me, Finn. To see my dad so happy like that. With you. Discussing sports. Discussing so-called man stuff," Kurt stormed, trying his best not to be cut off by his tears.

Finn debated saying the next statement.

"So you don't like seeing your dad happy?"

An awkward pause commenced.

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, you said that it's hard for you seeing your dad happy…" Finn shrank as he spoke.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Kurt laugh-cried.

"Probably not. But I guess I just don't see why you wouldn't enjoy seeing your dad happy. I mean, you set them up together."

"I didn't think it through," Kurt whispered to himself.

"What?"

"You were supposed to help me break them up!"

"I meant to, until your dad changed my mind."

"Oh, with his football tickets?"

"No, Kurt! I…" Finn sighed, "He told me that he just wanted to see my mom happy. And I guess that's what I wanted to see too. He said he would love her and never hurt her."

Kurt gasped for breath.

"I've lived long enough without a dad. And yeah, I was used to it, or whatever, but…"

"So you think you can just come and take my dad?"

"Since when has this been about me?!"

"Since just now!"

"I'm not "taking" your dad, Kurt! And besides, I never even knew my dad. At least you have one."

"Well at least you have a mom!"

"You had your mom longer then I had my dad!"

"Hah," Kurt laughed, wiping away some of his tears, "You're really going to pull that one on me?"

Finn immediately felt bad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."

"Well you obviously did since you just said it."

Finn was getting frustrated with Kurt now. He stood up angrily and clenched his fists, towering over Kurt.

"Listen, Kurt…"

"Oh what, so you're going to beat me up now?"

"What? No!" Finn released his fists. "You're just really being selfish right now!"

"I'm sorry?"

"You're upset because your dad is happy. You're telling me that you've never been able to talk sports with him? Well guess what? I've never talked sports with my dad either, Kurt," Finn half-yelled, half-whispered.

Silence.

"I'm going to bed. There are pillows and blankets in the closet. Get them yourself."

Finn stormed upstairs to his room, leaving Kurt sitting on the couch, tears running down his face, unable to say anything. This isn't what Kurt wanted. Not at all.

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Oh sheesh y'all. I was slightly proud of myself in this chapter actually. I was always better at writing drama than humour. But I figure I'll get better eventually.

Also, the song that Kurt was singing was off one of the first albums I ever heard. It's pretty glorious.

Fill Your Heart is by DAVID BOWIE!!!!!!!!! Who's a BAMF!!!!!

I don't own Glee. But imagine how different it would be if I did, eh…?