Pairing: Burt/Kurt; Carole/Kurt and probably Kurt/Blaine at some point
Rating: M, of course...
Disclaimer: Not at me...
Summary
One day, Kurt has told his father to educate himself. And he did...with pamphlets... But a few months later, as he had totally forgot about it, Burt takes the next step in his education...
The Burt Hummel's Sex Education- part 6
Kurt gasped, not even having the reflex to cover them. His dad was there, at the door, staring at them oddly.
-Dad... whispered Kurt.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. As he was putting himself together- he didn't wanted for his dad to see his embarrassment- he heard a soft noise behind him: Blaine was letting slip some whines out. Kurt bit his lip, just ignoring him.
But Burt has heard too. His gaze slid from his son to the boyfriend of the latter. The urge of kicking him out of the room only grew harder. He remembered Carole and what she has told him about the pain. He remembered that time when his cock was amazingly buried deep in his wife's ass and how great it felt. He remembered how hard it would have been to stop if she has asked him. And yeah, all Burt wanted at that time was to kick that kid out of his house and threatening him to kill him if he touched a single hair of his precious son.
Kurt saw his father slide back on him. He swallowed, closing his fingers in a fist, before talking as if there was nothing abnormal...
-Hi dad. What are-you doing there? I thought you were out of the house until dinner.
-I see that.
The tone was cold. Not especially mad but cold. And for Kurt, it was the worse. He didn't know what to say. Or what to do. He was inclined to only stay there, silent and looking at the floor until he die. But strangely, he knew better than that.
-Do you need me for something, dad? I can...
-I will wait you in the kitchen, Burt cut.
He made one step back before looking at Blaine one more time.
-I will wait BOTH of you in the kitchen.
He corrected himself, putting the accent on the 'both'.
And then, he left the room, not closing the door behind him. Kurt waited until he heard his steps in the stairs before sighing. He rolled out of the bed and get on his feet.
-God, he said with a bit of exasperation. I really don't want to have that conversation again. I still remember that one we have had a few months ago. This one will surely be as awkward as the latter was if not more.
As he bent to pick up his shirt on the floor, he froze. It's only now that he understood that the whines haven't stopped at all behind him. In fact, it wasn't whines; Blaine was sobbing.
Carefully, Kurt turned around, looking at his boyfriend's wet face.
-Blaine? He hissed uncertain.