"Really. He's not that bad." Finn nodded his head, the irritating smile that indicated he really was trying to be helpful etched across his face. Taking Matt's disbelieving silence as an indication his words were actually helping, Finn placed his hand on Matt's shoulder and continued. "Honest. Just don't mention that you like Duke."

Finn tilted his head, considering the idea for the first time. "You don't…you don't like Duke do you?"

"I've never really considered it." Matt shrugged his shoulders. He may be classified as a jock so far as McKinley was concerned but it didn't mean he spent his every waking second consumed with all things sports. The sports related conversations he had were mainly relegated to the pro leagues, not college. "But don't like Duke. Got it."

"Then you'll be fine. " Finn nodded, apparently pleased with his work. "Burt will totally love you."

He knew Finn meant well, he really did. But if Finn didn't stop talking about how much Burt wasn't nearly as terrifying as the rest of the rational thinking being in Lima realized, then Matt was going to shove the nearest item he could get his hands on down Finn's throat. Followed by a phone call to Rachel all about how Finn needed her help and her help alone to help him recover from his little "accident". Matt might have had a lot of changes thrown at him in the past few weeks, but one thing he was positive of was this conversation with Burt Hummel was in no way going to be "fine" by any stretch of the imagination.

It was going to be painful, awkward and most of all, supremely uncomfortable. Matt had seen his own father give a variation of the speech to the boys who showed up to take Leah out a few times before his sister got wise and stopped brining every date she had to the house. And while Burt Hummel and his father had vast differences, the one trait Matt was willing to bet on them sharing was an ability to make the unspoken threat to kill you if you hurt their child completely believable.

There really should be a law about this little scenario not happening until after the first date. After all, why waste the big guns on someone who might not make it past the previews in the movie? Alright in this particular situation, considering the winning of their current bet was control of the second date, that would seem a little ridiculous, but still. It would be nice, that was all he was saying. At least level off the nerves a bit.

He could almost hear Quinn and Leah snickering at his mention of nerves. Yes they were betting on control of a second date before the first one had even been completed. Yes they had done most of the first date awkward getting to know you chit chat weeks ago. But he was still nervous damn it. At least nervous enough to give in to Quinn and Leah's fashion demands. Someday, someone was going to explain to him why suddenly everyone hated his clothes and why they were not appropriate because he seriously did not get it.

Finn glanced down at his watch and let out a low whistle. "Dude. I gotta go."

Matt could feel his eyes widen. Finn was leaving? Leaving him alone with Burt Hummel and that shot gun he didn't care how much Kurt swore it didn't' exist, it so did damn it? He had honestly thought he and Finn were friends. Clearly he was wrong. Epically wrong.

"Rachel made me promise to pick her up on time." Finn continued, either ignoring or not noticing Matt's panic. "If I don't leave now I'll be late and then she'll give me the responsible boyfriend lecture again. I really hate that one."

Finn stood up and grabbed his keys from the peg near the door. "You'll be fine. I'll see you later."

And with that, Finn left.

"That Finn leaving?" The current object of Matt's nightmares, Burt Hummel himself stood in the entranceway to the kitchen. Oh great, they were so going to have this conversation now weren't they? Matt managed to nod, hoping that Kurt would come running from the basement and save him.

"Good." Burt nodded his head, sitting down in the large recliner on the side of the couch. "Wanted to talk to you for a minute."

Talk. So that's what they were going to call it. Personally Matt would have preferred to go with "I need to scare the hell out of you". It would be much closer to the truth.

"So. You and Kurt." Burt nodded his head slowly, adjusting the ever present faded baseball hat. "Going out tonight I hear."

"Yes sir."

"Seems that's all I been hearing about this week. I understand this is a pretty big deal."

"I don't know about big deal." Matt started, before he caught Burt's eyes. "I mean, not that it's not a big deal. It's just not a huge production or anything." Someone please make him shut up, Matt pleaded. Now he was close to babbling and the older man had barely said two words to him. This was not a good sign. Not at all.

"Anything that has Kurt spinning this much is a big deal." The older man leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "And I know my kid. He tries to hide it but he can never really hide when he's excited about something. And he's excited. So I have to ask a few questions."

Oh goody. Questions. These had no potential to make him squirm. Matt took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. It would do no good to act like an idiot right now. He could feel like one all he wanted. "Yes sir?"

"I know I don't know all the details, but all this is fairly new for you. Am I right?"

"Sir?" Matt wasn't exactly sure what he expected exactly, but that wasn't one of the many questions he imagined all week.

"This isn't one of those experiment things is it?" Burt asked bluntly. "Because if it is…."

"No. No. "Matt said quickly. "I really…I know….I mean I know this is a shock to everyone else but I've known for awhile now. I told my sister last year. You can call her and ask her if you want. She'll tell you."

"When you came around because of football and glee, you seemed like a good kid. Quiet maybe but you didn't do anything like that Puck kid almost burning down the garage. "Burt paused to shudder at that particular memory. "So you haven't given me a reason not to trust you. Yet. But I've got eyes all over this town. Kurt likes to think he knows every last one of my friends but I've got tricks up my sleeve yet. If you even think about hurting my boy…."

"I wouldn't. " Matt interrupted quickly.

"If you even think about it, I'll know. And trust me; you will know when I know."

"Yes sir." Matt said softly, sighing as he spotted Kurt coming through the kitchen with Carole close behind him.

"Sorry I was running late Matt." Kurt apologized with a smile before rolling his eyes. "Tina and Artie decided they really needed to give me a speech via three way phone call."

"It's fine. You ready?" Matt stood up quickly, really not wanting to spend a second longer with Burt than he really needed to. So far it hadn't gone that badly considering but Matt really didn't want to see if it, in fact, could mutate into his nightmares.

"Yes." Kurt turned towards his father. "I'll see you later. You two don't act like the teenagers in the house."

"Funny." Burt rolled his eyes as the two teenagers made their way out the door. He glanced up at Carole, who wore a suspicious look on her face. "What? I was nice to the kid. Just like I promised."

"Sure. That's why the poor boy was ready to bolt the second we came up." Carole nodded. "Honestly Burt, you can't scare them all away."

"I can try."