It took Burt a little while to mull it over and figure what EXACTLY Kurt was talking about when they'd had their talk, but, by Sunday night, Burt had a pretty decent idea.
He'd also figured out that Carole must know. After Kurt got home from wherever he'd been all day she went to talk to him, INSISTED that she be the one to do it. Now Burt might not notice things sometimes, he might not be able to take hints, but this one was pretty clear. His wife knew something.
And since she was easier to crack than Kurt most of the time, Burt decided to just flat out ask her as they were getting ready for bed that night.
"Kurt told you what exactly happened with that Blaine kid, didn't he?"
Carole paused mid brushstroke. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then sighed. She put her brush down on her dresser and sat on the bed next to him. "Yes, but I promised him I wouldn't tell you if he didn't want me too."
Burt groaned. "It's bad isn't it?"
Carole let out a soft groan of her own. "It's not TERRIBLE. Honestly it's a bit of a good learning experience. I wouldn't have wished it on him, but at least he's not permanently scared or anything."
"Carole what happened?"
She rolled her eyes. "Burt, I know you're his father and your worried, but I PROMISED him I wouldn't tell. It's only been a year, I don't want to lose his trust. He's finally telling me things."
"Rock and a hard place." Burt tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. "Just tell me one thing, if that kid ever shows up again, what should I do?"
"Honestly, let Kurt handle it." Out of the corner of his eye he saw her shrug. "What happened between them really wasn't that bad. Not ideal by any means, but it really could have been worse. Blaine seemed like a good enough kid. If I'm right he'll prove it soon. If I'm not." He saw her shrug again. "If I'm not then we'll know that soon too."
"You know, all this talk doesn't make it any easier on me. I hate when he's mistreated." But it was so hard to get it out of him when he was. The kid was stubborn, something he'd got from his dad. The kid also had a tendency to bottle things up and not talk about them, also from his dear old dad. "I managed to pass all my worst qualities on to him."
"Burt, honey," Carole cooed and slid under the covers next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I never met your first wife, but I know you, and Kurt? Kurt has got a lot of things from you, a lot more than you realize. Yes there's the bad, but there's a LOT of the good. The good outweighs the bad, honey."
Burt smiled softly. "Thank you," he said. He turned to kiss the top of her head.
"Any time."
Blaine was jittery the entire drive to Lima. He couldn't calm his speeding heart and he couldn't stop the way his hands beat out random rhythms against the steering wheel. "Please let him take me back."
Kurt hated Mondays. Mondays were the first day back to the hell known as High School AND Mondays had no glee. Something about Mr. Schue's agreement with Principle Figgins said that the teacher needed to man detention on Mondays. It sucked.
Kurt spent most of his home room trying to figure out how to 'break up' with Chandler. He considered texting it, but that seemed mean.
But texting was the primary way they communicated. They'd never ONCE called each other in their week of knowing each other and they'd only gotten together the one time. Maybe it wouldn't be so weird to do it in text form?
It still seemed cold though.
Finally, as lunch was drawing to a close, he decided it'd be best to do it in person.
To Chandler:
Are you free to meet up in person some time this week? We need to talk.
Kurt hoped the last line was cliched enough to tip Chandler off to the reason.
From Chandler:
Sure, I'm free tomorrow after school. Where do you wanna meet up? :D
Apparently not.
To Chandler:
There's a coffee shop in between us, the Lima Bean? Do you know where that is?
From Chandler:
Yeah. I LOVE coffee. Though my mom says I don't need it, wonder why?
To Chandler:
Great, I'll meet you there around four then.
Kurt sincerely hoped Chandler didn't take this too hard.
Blaine arrived in Lima shortly after 1:00. He almost drove to the Hummel's house before he remembered Kurt would still be in school. He was too used to college already, he'd forgotten that high school still happened on Mondays.
Whatever. Finn talked about what high school he used to go to sometimes, and Blaine knew for a fact that he'd gone to the same one as Kurt. With a quick text to Wes, who was AMAZING at remembering all these types of things, Blaine had the name and the googled address. He map quested it and set off.
He found himself outside of a somewhat imposing, somewhat lackluster building. And inside that building was Kurt.
Somewhere.
Blaine had no idea where.
What if this wasn't the type of school that allowed visitors? Or that you needed an appointment for or...
No. Blaine shook his head. He couldn't let himself talk himself out of this. He needed to do this. He NEEDED too.
Blaine got out of his car and stalked up to the nearest door. It wasn't locked. "Success," Blaine murmured to himself.
He slipped inside the building, closing the door softly behind him.
Now what? He was in, but where was Kurt?
Blaine groaned, he really didn't have any way of doing this did he? Not without texting Kurt and possibly getting ignored and...
No. What did he JUST think about talking himself out of this?
Even though it was reluctant Blaine pulled out his phone.
To see a text from Wes.
From Wes:
Because you don't plan things at all, I figured you'd just break into the school without knowing where the boy is.
Now you're staring at your phone and wondering how I know you so well. The answer, my friend, is four years of boarding with you at Dalton combined with an additional one and a half years at college. I literally cannot know any more about you without being your boyfriend myself. And since I don't swing that way and you don't like Asians, we're out of luck on that front.
So, anyway, I did a little sleuthing for you (read texted Finn who texted his own high school lover) and found out that Kurt is currently sitting in his sixth period class, which is French, and that the room number is 206 A.
You can thank me later by leaving a sock on the door when you have him over, for once. I know WAY too much about your sex life already, and given the aforementioned boyfriend thing, I don't want to learn more.
Wes out.
To Wes:
You're a jackass, but I love you.
Thank you.
AN: Because I happen to love Wes. He stole the chapter right away from me.