Chapter 6

When Kurt arrived home he carried his bags through the front door and set them down to hang his jacket up. "Hey," he called, addressing the whole house as a way of letting them know he was back. "Hey buddy," he heard his dad call from the kitchen, "how was your day?" he asked his son as he entered the room and opened the fridge. "It was great," Kurt replied while taking a bottle of water out and swapping it with the can of coke in his dad's hand. It was a second nature action now so Burt had stopped protesting a while back and just rolled his eyes instead. "There was a sale on at Banana Republic so I was able to get the jeans I wanted at half off," Kurt said as though this was the best news he could get and his dad smiled at seeing the amount of glee on his son's face. "Err that's great Kurt," he said, not wanting to know how much they had originally cost. He never really got why people paid more for certain clothes than others, most of them looked the same to him. But if it made Kurt happy then he wasn't about to take that away from him. It wasn't like he was the one paying for all of this anyway; Kurt used his own money, which Burt was grateful for.

"That thing came for you Kurt," his father said gesturing at the item on the kitchen table wrapped in black delivery plastic. "Ok, thanks," Kurt smiled again as he picked it up, "I'm gonna go and do some work that I have for Monday," he said, "I'll be down to make dinner in about two hours so don't eat anymore." Burt shook his head at his son. "Honestly Kurt, you don't have t-", Burt began.

"Na-ah, not gonna happen dad, we all know exactly what you eat when Carole or I aren't around," Kurt said firmly, looking at him from the doorway.

"Fine, fine, I just don't like the fact that we always eat green stuff," his father said, exasperatedly.

"Well I like the fact that you're alive even if you're complaining so it's not changing." Kurt only had his dad's best interests at heart. Burt sighed and then nodded in defeat.

Kurt was just finishing his Chemistry when Defying Gravity began playing through the room. He reached over to his phone and checked the caller id. Mercedes. He knew exactly what she would be calling about. He took a deep breath and press 'accept'.

"Well hello Mercedes," he greeted her chipperly.

"Hey white boy."

"So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I think you know exactly why I'm calling."

"Just to hear the sound of my voice, I'm flattered," he joked.

"Oh ha ha. Now spill."

There was a pause in the line as Kurt bit his lip.

"Kurt, you promised..." she warned.

"I know, I know," he said sighed.

"So what's the deal then?" she inquired eagerly.

"Well... I err... I don't really know," he felt like an idiot for being clueless about the situation.

"You didn't do a nasty, did you?" she said in a voice that was somewhere between firm and curious.

"Oh God, no, no we didn't go that far, no way," Kurt babbled, embarrassed at the thought.

"Whoa, hold on a minute, what do you mean you 'didn't go that far'? What the hell happened?"

Shit. He didn't really choose the right words there. Oh well, he was going to tell her at some point anyway.

"We just kissed, that's all."

"Just one innocent peck? Or is there more than you're telling me?"

"It was totally innocent," Kurt said adamantly.

"Describe it then," She stated bluntly.

"Huh, what, NO!" Kurt almost yelled into the phone.

He heard Mercedes chuckle at the end of the line.

"I guess it wasn't all that innocent then."

Kurt hung his head even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Anyway, I've gotta go now, but I'll see you on Monday, boo. Love ya."

"Love you too Cedes."

After Kurt replied he heard the click of the line being cut off and put the handset down. He glanced at the clock mounted on his bedroom wall and decided it was about time to start preparing dinner before his dad got too hungry and started eating all kinds of junk.