AN: Time goes faster in this chapter than it has been. Klaine is apart though and my typing fingers want them reunited soon. Enjoy!

Chapter 38

Kurt went downstairs and stood in the doorway of the living room where Burt was watching Deadliest Catch. After a few minutes of watching, he cleared his throat. "Hey dad?"

Burt startled a bit before reaching to mute the television. He turned around in his seat and faced Kurt. "Oh hey bud. What's up?"

Kurt moved into the room a bit, twisting his hands together a bit. "I'm-I'm sorry about dinner."

Burt sighed and patted the couch next to him. Kurt hurried over and sat, Burt putting an arm around his shoulder. "It's okay son. You get that temper of yours from me."

Kurt smiled at that. "Yeah?"

Burt nodded. "Oh yeah. Used to get me into all kinds of trouble back in my teen years. But your mom, she wouldn't have any of that. She was good at calming me down." Burt sighed as he reminisced.

Kurt moved closer to Burt, trying to come up with memories of his mom. "I remember how calm she always was. Like that time I emptied a whole jar of glitter on her dress, I was so sure I'd be in trouble for that."

"And she just laughed and shook off the excess and then put the dress on. I remember that. Called you a fashionista. She was hard to anger. I always envied that quality of hers." Burt laughed, squeezing Kurt's shoulder. The two sat in content silence for a few minutes.

"Blaine seems to have a good effect on you." Burt said, breaking the silence.

Kurt blushed. "Yeah. He has a temper too but we balance each other pretty well."

Burt nodded. "I'm glad you have him. He's much better than I pictured you would find here in Ohio. He has a good head on his shoulders."

Kurt smiled. "He's better than I pictured too. And he is a good guy. He can be a little slow sometimes but he's a good person."

Burt chuckled a bit. "You don't have to sell him to me. If you're happy and he's not hurting you, then I'm good. But if he ever does something you don't want, you tell me and I'll get my shotgun."

Kurt smirked at that. "You don't have a shotgun. And you don't need one either. He's perfect for me."

Burt smiled at the adoring tone of Kurt's voice. "I know how that is. You're lucky to have found it so young."

Burt's show turned back on and he turned the volume back up. Kurt stayed to watch an episode with his dad, enjoying getting to spend time with him before he went upstairs to get ready for bed.

He went through his moisturizing routine and headed to bed, resolving to spend the next few days at home spending time with his family and getting ready for the holidays.

Thursday was spent decorating the inside of the house. Despite still being upset with Finn for throwing the party, he decided not to be mean for the sake of Xmas. The two boys worked together to decorate the house. The tree that had been sitting bare in the corner had ornaments put on it and stockings were hung. Kurt was touched when his dad pulled out a stocking for Blaine.

Blaine was speechless when they Skyped and Kurt told him that. He felt warm that Burt didn't appear to have any bad feelings towards him and it was clear that Burt already considered him part of the family.

Kurt went to bed Thursday night exhausted from decorating. He woke the next morning and spent a good portion of the day wrapping the presents he had bought for people and putting the finishing touches on Blaine's gift. When he was chatting with Blaine later that day, he got reminded of something he had forgotten to do.

"Have you finished your lines yet baby?" Blaine asked after listening to Kurt talk about his day.

Kurt made a puzzled face before remembering what Blaine was talking about. "Oh, um, not yet." He said uncertainly.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Have you at least started yet?"

Kurt gave a sheepish smile. "No?"

Blaine shook his head. "Babe, you need to get that done before tomorrow. Okay?"

Kurt huffed. "I will. No worries."

Blaine agreed and let it go, moving on to talk about what one of the Warblers had sent him.

Kurt logged off Skype later to go to dinner. He helped with the dishes then came back up to his room. He pulled out the paper that had the line on it and sighed. He set down to work, knowing Blaine would be checking it in the evening.

As he worked, he felt his hand start cramping. He felt bored and decided he really didn't like writing lines as a punishment. He had to admit it was effective though as he never wanted to do it again. He finished a little over one hundred before deciding to stop. His hand was beginning to hurt and he was really bored. He told himself he would take a quick break and come back to finish when his hand stopped hurting.

He went downstairs to take a break, watching a movie with his family. He ended up staying downstairs watching Finn play a video game and he drifted off to sleep on the couch.

AN: Uh-oh. Whatever will this mean? Haha please review. Love to hear people's thoughts.