Carole debated warning Kurt about what Burt was doing in the garage, but decided against it. Burt wanted straight answers out of his son. If Kurt knew about it beforehand he'd have enough time to craft a lie. Not that Kurt was a particularly good liar. His lies tended to have too many details and, for all his prowess in the acting department, he always sounded guilty whenever he told one. Finn was the only one who readily believed Kurt when he lied. Still, even with this, Carole didn't want to give Kurt the time to practice his story. Burt deserved a better chance than that.

So instead they made diner with idle chit chat, discussing this and that until Kurt let slip that Finn was now dating Rachel Berry.

"The one you have over for sleepovers?" Carole questioned. "The one who wakes you up at five in the morning and makes you run around the neighborhood with her because we don't have an elliptical and she doesn't want to be out alone?"

"The very one." Kurt nodded. He wiped extra onion bits off the cutting board and reached for a tomato. Carole got him the serrated knife he would need for it. "They apparently decided to give dating a shot last night. Finn's been texting her all day. I'm sure he would have been over there if she didn't have to go visit her grandparents. I think it's Hiram's mom... I'm not sure though." Kurt thanked her for a knife with a nod of the head.

"My son is dating her now?" Rachel was better than Quinn, that was for sure. But Carole wondered if Finn could handle someone so driven. Quinn had been driven, but not in the same way Rachel was. Rachel was almost manic with her enthusiasm at times. She wondered what it said about Finn that he liked that in a woman.

"Yup. Rachel's very excited about it. She's been basically relaying me their entire conversation all day. It's actually annoying. She's happy though, and Finn's surprisingly good at talking to her. I usually have to tune her out much quicker." Kurt shrugged. Then he pulled a contemplative face. "Actually i think he's employing the tune out, tune in method. You let her start, get the gist of the beginning, tune out all the useless things she's saying about her own talent, and then tune back in when she gets tot he point. I do that sometimes, but I'm not very good at it. I usually tune out too long and she gets mad."

"Kurt," Carole interrupted. "You're doing what she does now."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her. "I am not."
Carole just smiled at him.

So her baby was dating Rachel Berry. At the very least that meant she'd be seeing more of him.

Burt was kind of grossed out, but he powered through. He'd always known that sex was technically kind of gross (think of the OTHER use for those body parts, not to mention all the sweating and fluids), but seeing all these pictures and illustrations and warnings about disease, it was pretty much all Burt could think about. HE kind of didn't want to have sex again, let alone talk to his son about it.

Diner was quiet. Blaine kind of got the feeling he was being stared at from all sides. Finn he expected, Burt's glare was unexpected and made him sweat. Even Carole was staring at him unnervingly. Blaine spent the meal trying not to look at any of them, ESPECIALLY Kurt. Kurt's stare was kind of heated.

So uncomfortable. Blaine shifted in his seat and picked at his whole wheat tortilla. This was the most awkward dinner he'd had in the Hudmel house.

"Hey, Kurt, can I talk to you a minute, bud?" His dad put a hand on his shoulder and something in Kurt's stomach dropped. That tone, nothing good ever came out of that tone.

"Sure," Kurt held back his urge to swallow nervously. He couldn't show fear.

No, wait, that rule didn't apply to his dad.

Wow, he was nervous suddenly. Wonder what this talk was about?

He followed Burt to the garage. As the door closed behind him Kurt finally gave into that swallowing impulse. His dad didn't want anybody else to hear whatever they were going to talk about. If it wasn't private they would have just talked in the living room or waited until the kitchen was empty.
"So, you wanted to talk?" Kurt started, hoping the quaver in his voice wasn't that noticeable.

"Yeah," Burt said with a nod. He motioned to the lawn chairs already separated from the rest of their summer brethren and across from each other. Kurt sat, crossing one leg over the other automatically, and waited. Something in his stomach sank, his dad LOOKED more serious than usual.

"Alright, so, um... I kind of figured something out last night and I think we need to talk about it." Kurt's stomach DROPPED. Forget nervous fluttering, he no longer had the organ.

"What?" Kurt couldn't force more words out.

"You're growing up, as much as I don't want you too. And when you grow up things happen that you have to know about. So, we need to talk about it."

"Dad, what are you?"

"We need to have the Talk Kurt, as uncomfortable as it'll be for the both of us."

"No, Dad." Kurt shook his head quickly, blood rushing to his face.

"No, we need to do this. And we'll both be better men because of it." Burt nodded and rubbed at his head. "So, um... here." He pulled out something from under his chair. Kurt froze when he saw the cover of the top one. "I got you these at the free clinic. I want you to read them and then we can talk about what's in them. I already did so I'll know if you're just making it up, Kurt."

"Dad, we don't..."

"No, Kurt. You're growing up. And... and that Blaine kid. I know something's going on there. I don't know what, and I'm disappointed that you didn't tell me anything and I had to figure out by myself, but... Kurt, i just want you to be safe and do what's right for you. I don't want you throwing yourself around at the first guy who looks."

"Dad, I'm not." Kurt's voice squeaked horribly coming out of his throat. He'd never been so embarrassed before in his life.

"'Cause you matter, Kurt. I don't know what'll happen in the future, but I need to make sure you can handle it. I haven't and that wasn't all that good of me. So... here." He thrust the pamphlets at Kurt, who took them with a beat red hand.

"Dad, I'm not... I'm not throwing myself around." Kurt said as steadily as he could manage. His voice still came out like Mickey Mouse on helium, but at least he'd said it. "I'm not."

Burt sighed. "I hope so. 'Cause I meant what I said. You matter, kid. I don't want you to ever doubt that."

Kurt nodded. "And... Blaine and I..." Kurt floundered, breath coming in pants. How in the world was he supposed to explain Blaine? How... He couldn't just... He WOULDN'T tell his dad that... "We went on a date - about a week ago. We weren't - before." Kurt's heart was pounding. He was lying. He HATED lying. And he was kind of bad at it. But... He and Blaine sort of went on dates, so that was kind of true. And for the other part...

Burt sighed again. "Alright, kid." He nodded once. "You can go. We'll talk about the pamphlets tomorrow."

"Okay," Kurt squeaked and ran as fast as he could.