I am back with another chapter! This one is slightly shorter than the others. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Chapter Four

The doorbell rang at exactly eleven-thirty the next morning while Kurt was still down in his bedroom getting ready.

"Finn, can you get the door please?" Burt asked as he calmly placed his shotgun on his lap for maximum visibility. "It's probably Kurt's date."

"Kurt has a date?" Finn looked confused. "With a boy?"

"He says it's not a date, but I consider him being asked out to lunch by a boy I've never even heard of before now a date," Burt replied calmly. "Now please get the door."

Finn stood and clumsily made his way over to the door. Upon opening it, he was surprised to see a rather short teenage boy with slicked back hair standing on the doorstep.

The boy smiled brightly. "Hello. You must be Finn; Kurt told me you were really tall."

"Um, yeah," Finn replied, trying to figure out where the uniform the boy was wearing was from. "Do you want to come in? Kurt's not ready yet, and I think Burt is planning on threatening you."

The boy stepped through the door and followed Finn into the living room.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel," he said, heading straight for the man and holding out his hand. "I'm Blaine, a friend of Kurt's."

"Burt Hummel," Burt grasped his hand firmly for a handshake. "Kurt mentioned something about a Dalton Academy. You go there?" He indicated at the uniform.

"Yes, I do," Blaine replied easily. "I'm currently in my senior year."

"Why are you wearing a school uniform on a Saturday?" Finn asked suddenly. "Don't you have any normal clothes?"

"Of course I have normal clothes," Blaine chuckled softly. "I just have a glee rehearsal later, and by wearing this now I won't have to change when I get back to Dalton."

"Oh, so you're in the glee club there?" Burt asked.

Finn's expression immediately became suspicious, but the other teen didn't notice.

"Yes Sir," he smiled fondly. "That's actually how I met Kurt. I guess his glee club sent him to spy on us Warblers. He made such a terrible spy; it was endearing. We took him out for coffee afterwards."

"Wait, Kurt actually did go spy on you guys?" Finn cut in. "He never said anything!"

"Well, he might have forgotten to mention it," Blaine replied as he turned to look at Finn. "The conversation we had over coffee mostly focused on bullying because of being openly gay at school. He hasn't met anyone else who was out before."

"So you are definitely gay?" Burt asked in an almost menacing tone.

"Yes Sir," Blaine responded pleasantly, turning back to Burt. "Although, I can assure you that you do not need that shotgun just yet. Kurt Kurt just needs someone to talk to right now who actually knows what he's going through."

"I'll be the one deciding whether or not I need the gun," Burt growled protectively. "And I think that if an older gay guy is taking my inexperienced son out to lunch then I need it."

"Dad, Blaine's only a year older than me," Kurt said breezily as he rushed into the living room. "That hardly qualifies as being an 'older guy'. Sorry I took so long," he turned to Blaine, a shy smile lighting up his pale face. "I had a minor wardrobe malfunction."

"Don't worry about it," Blaine's eyes ran up and down Kurt's body subtly, taking in the simple converse, black skinny jeans and white dress shirt with a stylish black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. "You look beautiful."

A pale blush spread across Kurt's cheeks. "So I'll be back later; bye Dad!" He grabbed Blaine's arm and gently tugged him out of the room.

"How much later?" Burt called after them before they could get out of the house.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hummel," Blaine poked his head back into the living room. "I'll have him home by three."

Burt snorted when he heard the front door close after the two boys.

"Not a date, my ass," he muttered, settling comfortably on the couch to watch TV.

"Uh, I'll be right back," Finn said quickly, rushing out of the room without waiting for a reply. Once in the safety of the bathroom he pulled out his cellphone and dialled his girlfriend's number.

It took two rings for Rachel to answer.

"What is it, Finn?"

"We have a problem . . ."

"Please tell me my father did not threaten you with his shotgun," Kurt moaned pathetically as he slid into Blaine's car. "I tried to talk him out of it earlier."

Blaine just laughed faintly. "He didn't directly threaten me. You may have came in before he got around to it. He had it in sight the whole time I was there, though. Unless he regularly watches TV with a shotgun on his lap?"

"No," Kurt smiled softly. "He's just a little overprotective."

"There's nothing wrong with that. It just means he won't let anything anything happen to you. Have you thought about telling him what's going on with Karofsky?"

Kurt sighed deeply before frowning. "No. And I don't plan to."

"Kurt-"

"No," Kurt gave the older teen a very serious look. "He's recovering from a heart attack, Blaine. I don't want to add to any stress. He would just overreact. It's not that big of a deal."

"I think that if it gets to the point where you're calling me, almost in tears because you're getting sexually harassed by this guy, then it is a big deal!"

"Blaine, please," Kurt sounded broken. "There's nothing he can do to help. All that will happen is it will cause him unneeded stress. So please, can we just drop it for now?"

Blaine shot a concerned look at the younger boy before nodding.

"Let's go have some fun and cheer you up a bit then."

Kurt smiled slightly before nodding.