A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC

What I Did for Love

Author's note:

Hello, Readers!

This chapter was directly inspired by the lovely and talented CP Coulter. Thank you, CP, for letting me mimic your Disney parallelism. If you have not read Dalton by CP Coulter, why are you reading my fanfic? You should be reading Dalton instead. I guarantee you will love it- I am an addict. CP Coulter is the ultimate for anyone who loves Klaine and the Dalton boys.

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*** I do not own Glee or a BMW convertible

CHAPTER 5: IN WHICH THE TRINITY INVADES THE HUMMEL RESIDENCE AND BURT OVERHEARS AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION

Warning: Wes and David, more Lion King

Friday afternoon found a black BMW convertible full of boys in Dalton blazers speeding toward Lima. 'The Boys are Back in Town' was blasting from the speakers and the four Warblers were singing wildly at the top of their lungs; Wes was shouting into the steering wheel and David dancing in his seat, tie flapping behind him in the wind. Blaine and Kurt were in the backseat harmonizing. Kurt was trying, and failing, to keep his hair tidy, laughing in wind-blown confusion. The four boys were glad to be done school for the week, and were looking forward to spending the weekend at Kurt's house, which they had never seen.

Wes killed the music as the BMW pulled up in front of the Hummel residence.

David leapt out of the car, crying "Yay! Someone else's house!"

Wes did a couple back flips on the lawn to let off energy, while Blaine hopped neatly over the side, then held his hand out in a gentlemanly fashion to assist Kurt's graceful exit from the vehicle. Burt was already standing in the doorway watching this sceptical with a raised eyebrow.

"Hi Dad!" chimed Kurt, walking over to give him a hug. "I'd like you to meet my friends. This is Wes," Wes, whose gymnastics had brought him closest, shook Burt's hand. "Hello Sir."

Burt was not used to being addressed as Sir but took it in his stride.

"And David."

David popped up behind Wes, and wrapping his arms around his friend and using his shoulder as his usual chin-support.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hummel!" beamed David, reaching out from under Wes' arm to shake Burt's hand.

"And this is Blaine."

Burt couldn't help but notice something different in his son's voice during the final introduction.

The handsome boy reached out to shake hands. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Hummel. Thank you for having us in your home." He said with a charming smile.

"Pleasure's all mine."

Burt watched carefully as the boys brought their over-night bags into the house, noting that Blaine carried Kurt's oversized luggage as casually as if he did it every day.

Finn and Carole arrived from football practice just in time for dinner.

"So how does this no bullying thing work?" asked Finn thru a mouthful of chicken and mashed potatoes.

Kurt spared his brother a disgusted look while Wes answered. "There is no tolerance for bullying or discrimination of any kind. Everyone's treated the same."

"So you're really ok?"

Kurt smiled at Finn's genuine concern. "Yes." He said firmly.

"No one picks on Kurt for being gay," Added David.

"No one picks on David for being black",

"Or Wes for being an Asian nerd"

"Or Blaine for being so ridiculously handsome."

"I get picked on all the time because I'm so handsome." said David, staring wishfully into the distance.

"Just smile and nod, Dad." Laughed Kurt at his father's confused expression.

Dinner passed very amiably; Burt, Finn and Blaine getting into an animated discussion on which team would win the college football championships, and Kurt, Wes and David discussing school details with Carole.

The evening passed with all five boys playing video games and listening to music in the basement.

At one point, Finn sidled up to Kurt "um, hey, Kurt, are those two... like...dating?" he nodded his head to where David was sprawled on top of Wes on the couch.

"No, they're just very close."

"They're hetero-sexual life partners," added Blaine with a wink.

"Ah."

Saturday morning involved lots of pancakes, made by Kurt, and lots of snowballs, made mostly by Wes. After their snow ball fight, the four Warblers debated what to get for lunch, since they didn't feel like making anything. David suggested pizza, but that idea was quelled by a lecture from Kurt about the effects of melted cheese on one's complexion. They finally decided to get take-out from the Green Mango and eat it watching Broadway shows on Kurt's' couch.

Finn passed the Warblers on his way out the door.

"Not staying for Thai food?" called Kurt.

"Naw; I'm going to Rachel's house for lunch. Her dads make really good Babka."

Finn left, soon followed by Wes and David, who volunteered to go get the take-out, telling Blaine and Kurt to decide on top priority musicals.

Burt usually didn't work on Saturdays, but on his way back from driving Carole to her friend's birthday party, He'd seen his buddy, Jim, having car troubles on the side of the road, and spent the morning fixing the car in his garage. Burt had driven to the nearby sandwich joint for lunch, and realized he didn't have enough change in his wallet for a meal.

Well I bet I can find some change down in between the seats. I know I've dropped some in here.

As Burt rooted around in the cab of his truck, looking for spare change, two boys walked out of the Thai place next door and sat down on a nearby bench in the sun to wait for their food. Burt took a second glance and recognized Kurt's friends sitting with their backs toward him.

That's Kurt for ya, getting Thai food when other boys would just go for pizza.

The two boys' voices floated thru his window, but Burt was not really listening until a raised voice caught Burt's attention-

"Ahg!" the shorter, Asian boy slammed his hand down, what was his name again, Winston? Wesley- yes, that was it "dad, this is Wes and David" he remembered Kurt saying.

The other boy, David, started and looked at his friend "What?"

"Simba and Nala! It's driving me to the brink of madness!"

Burt s eyebrows came together in confusion. He thought it was weird for a teenage boy to care so much about a Disney movie, but then again they were a strange pair.

The Asian boy continued in a rather distressed way;

"There's so much tension! The way they watch each other when they think no one is looking-"

"The starry-eyed gazes." The other chimed in.

"The stupid love-struck grins,"

"The obsessive texting,"

Texting? Burt frowned. He was pretty sure that Disney lions didn't text.

"The blushing," Wes continued

"The sighing"

"The sighing," Wes agreed.

"So much sighing." The tall boy shook his head sadly.

"The real Timone and Pumbah never had this problem."

"Yeah, well Timone and Pumbah were trying to keep them apart, not get them together."

"Plus the original Simba and Nala were all nuzzley and rolling around together in the jungle; Kurt and Blaine blush if they accidently touch each other."

Burt who had been listening lazily, jerked his head up, startled.

Did I hear that right?

"I wish Kurt and Blaine would nuzzle." David said dreamily.

Burt gaped, wide eyed.

"I don't understand why Blaine doesn't just ask Kurt out on a date or something; he clearly desires nothing more."

"Oh, you've heard Blaine, all the excuses: he doesn't want to push Kurt, he's gone thru a rough time, and is trying to adjust to a new school. Blah blah blah. He's probably waiting for Kurt to kiss him."

Wes groaned. "That's never going to happen; Kurt's too shy to make the first move, and he's convinced Blaine only likes him as a friend."

"We should have tape-recorded one of Blaine's pining sessions for Kurt"

"Yeah, one where he goes on endlessly about Kurt's eyes"

Wes leaned on David shoulder and waved his hand dramatically as they began another mock exchange.

"Are they blue?"

"Are they green?"

"Are they grey?"

"They're so beautiful"

"Sigh."

They're so expressive,"

"Sigh!"

"I think they're mostly blue."

Wes pummelled the bench again. "Why can't they just kiss already!"

"Hush, hush, my darling meercat," murmured David. "Simba and Nala are at Nala's house right now, all alone..."

"in the shadow lands?'" suggested Wes.

"No, that's McKinley- where Scar lives"

"Karofsky" Wes growled, cracking his knuckles "if I ever meet that kid, imma go all Krav Maga on his ass."

"The point is our little lions are alone in..."

"innnnn..."

"The jungle!" David looked pleased with himself.

"And we're missing it!"

"Timone! Calm yourself; they're probably not even going to do anything interesting; remember when we locked them in Blaine's room together for an hour? We came back to find them reading Vogue and singing along to Hairspray- they weren't even holding hands." David lamented.

"Why why why!" Wes yelled in frustration

"Wes, you seem a little tense today, would you like a massage?"

Wes pondered this. "I'd rather release my frustrations and yell some more."

David clambered up on the back of the bench and dug his fingers into Wes shoulders. Wes let out an inappropriate groan.

"No use getting all worked up," said David soothingly "Blaine's a gentleman; always was, always will be."

"Well, for two guys who are clearly bonkers over each other, they are taking a ridiculously long time. I think it's time for operation Lion King to commence."

"Hasn't it commenced already?'

"I have a plan." Wes checked his watch. "Our order should be ready now."

Burt watched the two boys retrieve their food in a stunned daze. He'd had an inkling about his son and Blaine, but he hadn't realized it was like that. For a second Burt wondered if Kurt wouldn't be better off back McKinley, then he remembered the death threats and considered that Kurt's new friends seemed very accepting and even more protective. And they did seem quite sure that Blaine was a gentleman. Burt had a lot to think about.

This turned into another Wes and David chapter. Sorry, they just have a way of monopolizing any scene they come across.

Author: *glares at W & D* This story wasn't even supposed to be about you two!

W & D: We can't help it if we're totally awesome.

Author: *huffs*