Oh man, oh man, oh man I am so sorry I didn't post yesterday! I got bogged down by college submissions and was happy to sleep in over the weekend!
Anyway, happy update day! Hope you like this update! Some Kurt/Carole bonding time!
Thanks to CrazySue05 who does such a stellar job of editing the chapters for me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Glee or any of their characters.
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Kurt decided that he would go home and change into overalls before he went to the shop, meaning that he would take over and send his Dad home. He was supposed to have a half day today, seeing how it was the weekend, which meant his Dad was working around 7.30 pm even though shop was supposed to close by five. This had never happened before and Kurt silently wondered if someone had done a Puck ala last year and punctured all the tires from some big group with lots of fancy cars.
He reflected over Harry and their friendship as he drove back to the house. He saw the shocked look on Ron's face when he had referenced the Dursleys and Kurt had commented like he was always a part of the group when in reality, he had known Harry for just under three weeks. It was Mid-January and they had met on Christmas. He knew there were some things that they found totally comfortable to share, and some secrets they kept hidden inside. Like Kurt had never shared the fact that his first kiss was by a brutal Neanderthal, nor had he spoken about the time he realized that he had been called the f-word by his own paternal family when he was about five years old. He was sure that there were plenty more anecdotes from Harry's life that he wasn't sharing as well. He just wished that they would be friends long enough that they'd become that kind of duo who almost read each other's minds because of the synchronicity of it. In all this reminiscence, he had reached home. He parked in the driveway, knowing that he'd be leaving in twenty minutes, accounting for the time that he would wash his face but not put anything on for fear of grease sticking to it, and put on his coat for cleaning.
As he walked into the house, he saw Carole in the kitchen, chopping some celery. And seeing how neither Finn nor dad would eat it willingly, he concluded that it was for him. He did realize that over the past few weeks, he had been short with her. Frankly, he loved her and she was an amazing person. However, letting someone in while trying to retain the memories of another was not an easy job. She smiled as he hung his keys on the hook and walked into the kitchen. He found all the fixings for a salad ready and realized that Carole herself was trying to acclimate, and maybe, he needed to walk two steps forward in their relationship.
Kurt looked down as he started, "After my mom passed away, Dad didn't know how to handle me during my bad moods. He was the one who tickled my foot and made airplane noises while putting food in my mouth or told me to eat the peas while Mom was the one who consoled me because the boys didn't like me playing with Barbies rather than football. So whenever I cried and he didn't know what to do, I'd go to my mom's dresser and open one of the shelves. The perfume in it smelled like my mom and that was enough for me to feel better for a little time. Then Dad learned how to make me feel better in his own way and we got a rhythm, you know?"
She tried to start talking, but he interjected, "I'll probably never say this again, so can you let me finish please?" She kindly nodded and starting chopping the stem of the cherry tomatoes as he continued, "The reason I was most happy for you and Dad was because, frankly, he needs someone. Especially after the whole heart attack incident and the fact that I might go to New York for college, you are certainly a gift." Carole just extended her hands for a hug and as Kurt hugged her back; her apron might just have been getting wet. She wouldn't tell him about how his couture might have been getting salt water on it because of their emotional natures. Then she said, "Do you have time to talk or are you going out? I made some cookies." Kurt looked tempted, then said, "I promised Dad I'd help out at the shop for some time. But I'd love to get a rain check on that talk. There are some things you just can't talk about with your Dad." They both giggled and Kurt ran up to change into his messy clothes.
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At the shop, he could see his dad rolling out tires to fit onto the car, but he knew how tired his dad could suddenly become. He sternly told his Dad to stop working and go back home and rest while he finished the cars. Burt said, "There's an oil change, and one engine needs to be looked at, and…" Kurt finished, though not in the way his father wished, "And your son will see the log and complete the work and come home for dinner. Love you!" Burt rubbed his head, put on his cap, and left the shop, though he kept glancing back at his son.
Kurt removed his I-pod and put it on the dock he had kept there for times like these. He put on the Garage playlist and started working. There was something nice about being alone and singing at the top of your voice as you repaired a faulty engine. And that is how Santana found him, twenty minutes later, singing "Some People" at the top of his voice.
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