AN: Yeah. I know. I was a tease in the last chapter. Muahaha. :D Enjoy!

Chapter 96

"Hey. Wake up or you boys are going to be late." Burt said loudly, banging on the door.

Kurt groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head. Blaine laughed a bit at that, telling Burt sleepily. "We'll be down in a minute."

Burt left the doorway and Blaine turned to Kurt, poking him in the side. "Come on babe. Time to go."

Kurt poked his head up and glared. "Don't poke me." His head disappeared under the pillow.

Raising an eyebrow, Blaine sat up. "Up Kurt. Let's go." He got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, getting ready in there before leaving the room.

Kurt had burrowed further under the blankets in his absence. "Kurt. Let's go. Up." He pulled the blankets off of him.

Kurt groaned and rolled out of the bed. He shot Blaine a glare as he passed him to go into the bathroom. After he got ready, he exited the bathroom and headed downstairs with Blaine, not talking to him.

Entering the kitchen, he zeroed in on the coffeemaker. Which sat on the counter. Empty.

"Why is there no coffee?" He growled, shooting a glare at his dad who was eating at the table, drinking his own cup of coffee.

"Want to change the tone there bud?" Burt asked, not looking up from his paper.

Blaine watched as Kurt's nostrils flared and his face went pink with anger. Clearing his throat, he interrupted before Kurt could say something that would just make it worse. "How about you get breakfast while I make us some coffee?"

Before Kurt could respond, he gave him a light push towards the cabinets, going to make some coffee for the both of them.

Kurt grumbled a bit under his breath but went over to the cabinet and poured both of them some cereal. He sat and ate his, focusing on staying calm until he heard the coffeemaker finish. Shooting out of his seat, Kurt ran over to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup which he chugged down, barely registering the burn on his tongue.

Once he had it down, he poured himself another cup and grabbed one for Blaine before heading back to sit at the table, sipping delicately at his cup. Burt gave his son a weird stare before getting up to pour himself a refill.

"No. That coffee isn't for you." Kurt spoke up, still looking at his coffee like it was his savior. He missed the look Blaine shot him.

"I pay the bills around here. I'll drink the coffee if I want to." Burt said, turning to face his son.

"No. You won't. First off, you couldn't be bothered to make enough for the rest of the house this morning so I'm not willing to share my coffee. Second, that coffee is not decaf and that you are only allowed one cup of caffeinated a day. So drop the coffee. It's not for you." Kurt said, giving his dad a look.

"That is not how you talk to me. Knock it off." Burt said as he crossed back to the table and stood over his son. "But fine, I won't drink it. I forgot you don't like me drinking the caffeinated stuff. But you work on that attitude or we'll be having problems. Be ready to go in five minutes."

With those words, he left the kitchen. Blaine turned to stare at Kurt. "What was that?"

"What?" Kurt said defensively, lifting his cup of coffee to his mouth.

Blaine reached across the table and grabbed the cup out of Kurt's hands, setting it down in front of him. "Nope. No coffee for you. Not until you have apologized."

Kurt stared at Blaine for a moment. "But Blaine." He whined.

Blaine shook his head and gestured to the door with his head, waiting for Kurt to move. Kurt stared at Blaine another moment and looked at his coffee before sighing.

He stood up and walked out of the kitchen, heading to find his dad sitting in the living room. "Sorry dad." He said quietly, standing in the doorway, one arm hugging his body awkwardly.

Burt sighed. "It's okay. I just, you need to be respectful of me Kurt. You can't talk to me like that. I don't care if it's early."

Kurt nodded, ears a bright red as he stared at the ground. "I know. I'm sorry."

Burt rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I probably started it. I know how you are in the mornings. I forgot you were going to need coffee too this morning so I only made enough for me and Carole." He stood up and gave his son a quick hug. "Let's head in, yeah?"

Kurt nodded, giving his dad a weak grin as he left the room. His stomach twisted at the idea that his dad would make excuses for him like that. He had been out of line, regardless of what his dad had done. He headed back in the kitchen.

"Time to go babe?" Blaine stood waiting, having poured Kurt a travel mug with just the amount of creamer and sugar he liked. He handed it off, giving Kurt a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah." Kurt said absently, taking the coffee from Blaine.

Blaine gave Kurt a worried look and grabbed his free hand, getting his attention. "Hey, it's okay now. You apologized and your dad knows how you are in the morning. So let's just head in and have a good day okay?"

Kurt gave Blaine his best grin. "Yeah. Let's go." He followed Blaine out to the car, his smile dropping as soon as Blaine wasn't watching.

Trying to push the guilt out of his mind, he started a conversation with his dad about the cars that were in the shop. When they got there, Blaine was relegated to doing oil changes and tire changes since there was a surplus of those.

"I need you to work on the oil changes too bud." Burt said, pointing to the line of cars waiting in the driveway.

Kurt sighed. "But dad, that's so boring. Do I have to?"

Burt laughed. "I know it's boring. Why do you think I'm not doing it?" Kurt just glared at his dad before pursing his lips and heading out to the next waiting car, getting the keys from the owner and pulling it into the shop.

The three worked together for a few hours, everything going well until Kurt had a run-in with a customer.

AN: I am just being so mean to you all. Have at it with the guessing at what happens with the customer. And review. Reviews make mean authors nicer. True fact.