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Disclaimer: I would have made Klaine get married as soon as possible or let Remus, Tonks and Fred live if I owned the Glee and Harry Potter franchise. But I don't, and I regret it every single day!
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Burt had noticed a change in his son's behavior lately. He knew that he was a bit of a slow coach, especially in trying to notice Kurt's feelings. But Kurt was a bit like Burt in the way that he kept his feelings really close to his heart. It was hard for him to decipher what Kurt wanted unless he specifically told him or was really close to breaking down. He missed Elizabeth as well but realized that he couldn't live like this all his life, having a shadow of her pass over every time some landmark event happened in taking care of their only kid. Especially once Kurt left for New York; it'd be really hard to get him to come back except for the usual Christmas or Thanksgiving holidays. Burt knew that he was slightly oblivious to Kurt's deep inner feelings, but even he felt guilty when he realized that the tradition he and Kurt had been following years after Lizzie's death was being modified without any proper time given for Kurt to adjust and assimilate. He didn't blame Kurt in the slightest for running away and seeking comfort in the coffee order Lizzie used to have.
What Burt was curious about was the person because of whom Kurt was so much happier nowadays. The New Directions girls were at his home for so much time that he knew it couldn't be Mercedes. The girl was quite adamant on the fact that a date who would take her skating would fall down just for the whole cliché that it was. He particularly didn't like Rachel because he was a man who could measure up a person in a short time and she, he was sure, was one who insulted people in a backhanded way, and Kurt would roll with it, not wanting to cause any issues, because that's how sweet his little boy was. Burt just wished he could tell him the truth, but they were at that part of puberty where trash talking about the kid's friends, even if he was right, was considered blasphemy. All he could do was try to impart important life choices between shop talk while they fixed cars together.
Burt had given Kurt the "you matter" speech when he found out at the garage through one of Finn's friends that Rachel had organized a party with booze in her house, and Kurt had refused to attend on the grounds of an online sale. He might not know much about Kurt's fashion style, but he knew when his credit card was being used. He knew no sales had been done that day, and he was proud of the fact that Kurt already knew the repercussions of alcohol as such. He hadn't given Kurt the "birds and the bees" talk yet and wasn't looking forward to doing it. However, if Kurt was actually meeting a guy, he might have to buy back the shotgun he sold when he read the dangers of a kid with a gun in the house.
Just then, Kurt entered the living room, saw the beer in his hand and tut-tutted. It didn't matter to Kurt that the seal was still on, he was still mad at his dad trying to sneak a beer when his heart was particularly weak. He took it, telling Burt that he'd make cocoa and put in extra mini-marshmallows just for him. Little did Kurt know, Burt wasn't gonna drink the beer at all. He knew that Kurt felt like he was doing something fruitful when he berated his dad, and he helped out, not minding that he was getting a scolding from his son for something he wasn't going to do.
He saw the little snowflakes falling down and asked Kurt, "Are you making something for dinner tonight or shall I order takeout?" Kurt burst out, "No, because you will want either pizza or Chinese, and with the grease on one and the MSG in the other… I'll make something delicious, maybe even potatoes, if you behave nicely, Dad." He put on the channel to a basketball match and gave the remote to his father, not realizing it wasn't his usual channel. Kurt went in the kitchen and started chopping up some stuff, while Burt changed back to his normal team kicking someone's ass. Just then, he heard a knock at the door. He shouted out to Kurt, "I'll get it!" and went out to the door.
Burt opened it, to find two boys standing on the porch. One was a black-haired guy, while the other had red hair bright enough to look like a carrot. He asked, "Can I help you?" The black-haired guy spoke in a British accent, "Is Kurt here? I'm a friend of his." Burt didn't miss the way the red-haired boy (he dubbed him Carrot Top) nudged the first one, and how the latter blushed. He then called out to Kurt, who came out, and his expression changed as fast as lightning, from a happy look, to a sad one, and then an indifferent pose as he said, "Hey Harry."
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