So Hi guys! sorry about the time it's taken me to update!
so this chapter starts from the Hudmel household and there is Burt/Kurt fluff. It needed to be done as pointed out by a reviewer so let me know what you think!
"Kurt, is there something you wanna tell me?"
The man's voice was stern as he spoke to the mute boy who was sorting out his clothes he had brough back from Dalton, readying new ones to take away with and unloading his various lotions and moisturisers onto the vanity. His room was filled with whites and creams with lovely wooden furnature and the belongings' organised neatly. Kurt looked up from his vanity to look at his father through the mirror before breaking eye contact and looking down at the bag he was currently emptying.
Burt Hummel wasn't the wisest of men but he was a father, he knew when his son was keeping things from him so well that it was like reading a children's book. He wasn't too tall and wore flannel shirts and a cap atop oof his head to hide the lack of hair, he had a slightly chubby face and from looking at him you could see how he and Kurt were related, despite the fact that Kurt looked more like his mother.
Burt sighed as he walked into the room and sat on the neatly made bed, creasing the sheets as the matress sank under the weight. "I know there is something Kurt, the fact that you can't speak to me isn't an excuse..." he was stern and looked at his son who tensed up in his seat before putting the back on the floor and swinging his legs to the side of the chair, swivelling to turn and look at him.
"Finn told me you were doing well at your new school...you wanna tell me who this 'Blaine' kid is?" he kept asking questions' knowing Kurt couldn't answer but so many people had treated him so differently that when his son begged him to treat him no differently himself he agreed. He watched Kurt bite his bottom lip slightly before huffing in attempt to say something before stopping and grabbing a notepad from his vanity and moving to sit next to his Dad.
"He's a friend from Dalton, he's apart of the Warblers'- the Glee club there..." Burt read the sentance and nodded as Kurt played with his fingers and bit his lip once more, the pink turning red.
"Is he...?" Burt couldn't finish the sentance. Kurt rolled his eyes leaning back and huffed before scribbling something down once more and passing it back to him.
"Yes Dad, he's gay..." Kurt's cheeks tinted a rosy pink as he looked away, not seeing his dad smile slightly to himself and nod looking at his son's head before he got eye contact. Burt was a protective parent but even he could tell from the text messages and the way Finn spoke about how well he was doing that Dalton had done Kurt the world of good, eyeing up a painting Kurt had brought home he chuckled knowing that Elizabeth would have been proud at how strong their son was. Burt wasn't insanely smart but he knew the stuff that mattered, he remembered Ellie telling him years ago about how colours and movement within a painting expressed feelings' and after years he could tell what mood she was in by how she painted or sang. The painting was light pastel colours of blue and yellow with peach tones, sweeping finger marks for movement as it created a scene. After the accident Kurt hadn't wanted to paint and if he did the colours were dark.
"Well hurry up and get ready, dinner's in an hour and Blaine's joining us." Burt got up and smiled as he watched Kurt's blue eyes widen in shock, his lips parting in shock before he closed the door with a soft click. Burt stopped and chuckled from outside his door.
Kurt was livid. Blaine was coming for dinner? and he didn't tell him?
It had been at least 10 minutes before Kurt's mouth snapped shut in a frown before storming out and slamming his fist on Finn's door three times. His taller brother opened the door with a goofy grin on his face. "Heard the good news!" He was taken aback when Kurt grabbed his shirt and pushed him back into the room, slamming the door and loking at him accusingly.
"Dude, seriously...I thought you would be happy!" Finn exclaimed loudly as he sat down on the bed before sighing, "Blaine phoned me the other day and when Burt asked who I was speaking to he took the phone and asked him, I swear!" Kurt raised and eyebrow and sighed before he heard the doorbell ring and hurried out the room with Finn right behind him, Carole had answered the door and Blaine was stood with a grey argyle sweater on with blue diamonds, bright blue skinny jeans and a wite shirt underneath, the collar poking out and being held together by a baby blue bow tie. He took off his pink Rayban's and extended his hand to Carole.
"Kurt! Hi!" The short curly-haired boy exclaimed happily as he opened out his arms, clearly for a hug. Burt stood in the entrance to the kitchenn watching his boy hug the guest with a questioning look on his face.
"Hey Kid, name's Burt, none of that rubbish. Put your bag down, dinners' ready." he smiled at Blaine who shook his hand with a big toothy grin, turning to smile at Kurt when he let go and following everyone into the kitchen to sit down at the dining table. They passed around bowls of vegetables, potatoes, stuffing and gravy as the prepared to eat.
"This is a lovely home you have, all this smells delicious too." Blaine complemented as Kurt poked his food with a fork, refusing to look at his dad who still had a smile on his face. Kurt hated this, his dad was trying to make a point but at this stage he had no idea what it was.
"All Carole's work kid, have as much as you like. Tell us, how did you meet Kurt?" Burt asked whilst shovelling a fork full of potatoes into his mouth and Kurt sighed, he knew this would happen. He couldn't help but smile though, Blaine as always was a perfect gentleman and spoke well with his dad and Carole. "So Blaine, you're gay right?"
Kurt nearly sprayed his water across the table, choking a little which earned Blaine to pat him on the back and Burt to get a death glare from Kurt. "Yes Sir, I moved there after I came out and it's been the best thing for me. The no bullying policy meant that I could be out and proud and no one passes judgement." he explained and Carole took Burt's hand on the table giving him a knowing look.
"Have you come out to anyone at school yet Kurt?" That was it. He knew what the point was. He immediately looked at Finn who's smile faded when he saw Kurt glare at him awfully. He dropped his fork and got ready to stand up, seething and Blaine pulled him down as Kurt began to cry in frustration. "Kurt, it's not his fault, I phoned him the other day. I just wanted you to know that you can feel safe at Dalton, that's why I spoke to your dad..."
Kurt's chest heaved before he snatched his arm away, feeling betrayed he stormed out and the door to his room could be heard as it slammed shut. Burt wiped his chin and nodded to the two boys in reassurance before leaving to again have a chat with his son.
Kurt was curled up in tears on his bed, choking out a sob. Burt enetered with a sigh and sat down on the bed once more as Kurt's body faced the other way from him.
"Kurt, I don't know what you're going through right now, after the attack- you have been a shell of yourself. I can see this 'Blaine' kid has made you happy even if you haven't spoken to me about him. Puck, Finn, the girls- they have all said about how well you have been doing. These kids' at Dalton are your friends' and not everyone is going to snap at you for being who you are, but you can't lie to them- or yourself." his voice was stern but caring, he leaned over to brush back Kurt's chestnut locks when he began to calm down. "Blaine is staying tonight so get the spare matress out and stick it over there, you two should talk but I don't want you both in the smae bed k?"
The door shut and opened again and Kurt knew his dad had left, he had a pretty good guess about who had entered. "Kurt? I'm sorry, I know I overstepped..." Kurt looked over with red-rimmed eyes, sitting up and smiling a bit befoore grabbing his notepad again and writing and handing the paper to him.
"No, you were right...thanks..." Blaine held it to read then kneeled on the bed to pull Kurt into a hug, both boys sighing at the contact in contentment.
So Blaine is staying over for the weekend and Burt knows about Kurt's time at Dalton. What do you guys make of it? Review!