When Kurt had asked him if he could have a friend over, Burt wasn't sure just what to expect. He was used to dealing with Finn, who usually only needed a stern reminder not to break anything or eat all the food in the fridge.

Kurt, however, was a different story, and honestly, he was a bit worried about it, two gay teenagers left unsupervised in the same room for several hours alone. And considering the eyes that Blaine kid had been making at his son last time he was over, Burt would bet there'd be things going on in that room.

He'd been prepared to give the kid the whole interrogation the moment he walked in, make sure he knew who he was messing with and what he was ready to do if the prep-boy hurt his son. He even had the shotgun at the ready, case he walked in on the two doing anything less than appropriate under his roof.

That's why he had been surprised, to say the least, when Kurt came in, dragging along some Asian kid that he'd never seen before.

"Dad, this is Wes," Kurt spouted cheerfully, "Wes, my Dad."

The boy raised an eyebrow at him for a moment before turning to Burt with a slight smile, nodding politely at him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel. I'm Kurt's roommate from school."

He wasn't being the overly-respectful guest that the Blaine kid had been upon meeting him, trying to force awkward conversation the way someone trying to make the best impression possible would. The way a future boyfriend would.

He preferred the kid immediately for both this, and the way Kurt seemed surprisingly comfortable with him, more at ease than he ever had with the preppy-boy.

He didn't voice this thought, of course, deciding instead to give this Wes a hard time, see how he'd hold up. "Thought you were bringing that Blaine here," he stated, eying him intimidatingly.

Kurt seemed to pale at this, staring down at his hands at the words. This instantly brought Burt's guard up. So, something had happened with the Anderson might have to have a little chat with him next time he saw him.

Wes put a hand on Kurt's arm, offering him a reassuring look.

His son's head came up at that, giving Wes a smile before returning his attention back to him.

Well, shit. The kid was looking at Kurt, his boy, in a way that spoke more than an impressive meeting with him ever could. And while Kurt had never really returned Anderson's affections, he was most definitely responding to this Wes'.

Wonderful. His Kurt actually had some sort of feelings for a boy, a boy who seemed to have the same sort of feelings for him too.

Too early to give Boyfriend Talk-Kurt would kill him, and he didn't want to scare off any of Kurt's friends...

He was stuck watching this unfold, seeing if it crashed and burned or worked out for his son and there was nothing he could do about it. This was going to drive him insane.

Calm down, Burt, you might've just overreacted. You don't even know if the kid's gay or not.

Kurt spoke, stopping his inner self-scolding. "Blaine's been pretty busy lately, Dad. Couldn't make it."

Wes gave him a look that clearly said cut the bullshit and Kurt threw him a glare before continuing. "Wes and I'll be in my room, Dad. Call us up when dinner's ready."

Kurt grabbed Wes' wrist and tugged him downstairs, a gesture that wasn't unnoticed by him.

Burt's eyes narrowed. "Door halfway open, kid, you know the rules!" He was given only a slight confirmation from Kurt, and sat back in his chair with a sigh.

Burt paused at the base of the stairs, deciding to listen for a moment before barging in.

"Stop moving!" That was Kurt's voice, there.

"Well, if you'd stop waving those things around-!"

"Unless you want me to mess up, hold still already! Wesley Alexander Hughes! Give those back!"

"Stop shoving them in my face and maybe I would!" He felt his eyes widen.

"If you hadn't waited a few months to do it, we wouldn't be having this problem, now, would we?" His blood boiled. The boy had waited until he was directly under Burt's roof to steal his boy's innocence, a way to mock him openly, a sort of big fuck you thrown right in his face.

Burt threw open the door, eyes blazing. If he saw so much as one unwanted appendage from the Wes kid, he wasn't about to stop himself from chopping it off with the axe he kept out in the yard.

The sight that met his eyes was an entirely different story from the one he was expecting. Wes was on his back on Kurt's bed, Kurt leaning over him, the boy's hand resting against Kurt's chest.

Had that been the full story Wes most definitely would have found himself missing one major organ, as Burt had internally promised. As it was, though, the rest of the picture spoke differently.

The main thing, he noticed with great relief, was that the two were fully clothed, only their shoes and socks kicked off.

The second thing, saving Wes from complete damnation, was the pair of scissors he gripped in one hand, holding it as far as possible from Kurt as he warded him off with the other. Kurt was currently reaching for them, the heel of his palm sunk into the sheets next to Wes' face, legs in a wide straddle around his waist.

They froze as they caught sight of him, both faces in front of him blushing at the compromising position they were in.

"Hey, Dad!" Kurt sat back on his feet, trying to cover up his embarrassment. "I was attempting to give Wes here a haircut. He's grown scruffy." He flicked a lock of said boy's hair.

Wes, gasping slightly, propped himself up on his elbows, scowling darkly up at Kurt before tilting his face apologetically at Burt.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I do not trust your son with scissors." Burt just shook his head, still flabbergasted, before near sprinting out, collapsing onto the couch with deep, shuddering breaths.

"Something wrong, dear?" He didn't say anything, just staring off absentmindedly as threw his head back and forth emphatically, panting.

"So, this-this Warbler beach trip," he said gruffly, reaching for the potatoes, "what's all this about?"

The boy shifted a bit in his chair, clearly a bit uncomfortable.

Good. A normal response.

"Well, sir," he said primly, spearing a bit of meat on his plate, "we take about an eight and a half hour long bus trip to North Carolin, including meal and bathroom breaks. All the expenses are covered by several of the parents, including the owner of the house itself."

He cleared his throat. "That's what I was wondering about. I'm not quite sure I'm fond of so many boys your age, rooming together in the same building."

"Dad!" Kurt hissed at him from across the table.

The kid was nodding at this, seeming to agree. "Of course, sir, I can't say I blame you-the idea is a bit skeptical, I admit. However, as it is, it's a fairly large house, enough rooms that the most we have in one is four Warblers, and that's usually the exception. Most rooms just have two, and we figure that, what with the rooming system at Dalton, the boys are responsible to handle it."

"What's the point of this?" Finn asked suddenly through a mouthful of food.

"Swallow before speaking, Finnegan," Kurt reprimanded him.

Wes gave him a nod before talking again. "It's a good question. More than anything it's just a way for the Warblers to bond, become more friends than acquaintances, and to have fun together in the summer. We do a few performances at the public beach, of course, but mainly it's just pure fun." He finished this off with a pleasant smile.

"Sounds gay," Finn stated from across the table.

"Finn!" Kurt and Carole scolded simultaneously.

"Sorry," he muttered, shoveling more food in.

"I'm sorry," Kurt was apologizing to the kid, "we're still struggling to teach Finn proper etiquette. We've only just recently gotten past house-breaking him."

Wes actually laughed at that, Carole joining in. He waved a dismissive hand. "I've dealt with Jeff and Nick on a daily basis for the past several years. It's fine." Kurt beamed at him.

Time to regain control. "And you said this thing goes on for two weeks?"

"Yes, sure."

He glanced at Kurt. "I'm not sure, kid. A long time to be away from home."

"Dad, I'll be fine!" He complained.

"If you do come," Wes said, addressing his son now, "you'll need to bring the usual necessities: Clothes, toiletries, etc. Bring your own sleeping bag."

He gave Kurt a pointed look at that. "And buy a watch with an alarm for the bus ride, I am not carrying you into the restaurant this time."

Kurt rolled his eyes at this, all the while tinging red. Carole was cooing at the two, clearly finding them adorable.

He grimaced. "Alright, kiddo, you can-" Kurt leapt at him, throwing his arms around Burt's neck.

"Thank you so much!" He gushed.

"Don't make me regret it," he warned. Over Kurt's shoulder, he gave Wes a look. That means you too.

Too his satisfaction the kid gulped, looking worried.

Finally.

"Too. Early." Kurt groaned, stumbling his way out of the car. Behind him, Finn yawned, whining something about the time.

Because, of course, what with how long the ride was, they had to leave early. 3:00 a.m. early.

"I'll miss you, dude," Finn muttered, hugging him for a moment before driving off.

"Warblers over here!" And there was Wes, in the center of the parking lot next to their bus, looking chipper as ever. Kill me now.

Heaving up his many bags, he tripped his way over, arms aching. Breathing hard, he dropped the stack down beside the bus, pausing to regain his energy.

"Here, man," Flint said, helping him place all the bags, excepting his backpack, in the side compartment for luggage.

"Just how much did you pack?" Flint asked, stretching out his back.

He didn't reply, calling, "Here!" as Wes read out his name from his clipboard.

"We're off, then, Warblers!" Wes said loudly, boarding the bus. Muttering under his breath, Kurt climbed in, settling down in one of the chairs. Thankfully, there were enough seats for everyone to get their own two side by side, allowing them to spread out as they fell asleep.

The bus started up, the lights above them flickering off as they left the lot. Sighing with relief, he dug out his sleeping bag, squirming into it and laying down on the seats with his head against the pillow.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep, beginning the long journey to the beach.

Not technically a beach chapter, but they're on their way!

And you get Burt Hummel action here! Yay!

Next chapter...we shall see.

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