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"To Regionals!" Finn toasted with a goofy grin, raising his root beer. Carol and Dad had laughed, letting out embarrassing whoops. I smiled, clinking my Shirley temple with Dad's lemonade.
Butterflies flew in my stomach, left over from earlier.
"You move me, Kurt,"
My grin grew huge with joy. Images flashed through my mind like a cheesy Disney couple montage.
Running my hands through his thick curls, holding his hand, agreeing to be his boyfriend, singing Candles-
"Earth to Kurt!" I jerked up, meeting three stares.
"What's up with you today, kid?" Dad questioned, "You've been spacey and smiley all day,
"Oh, yah know I'm just excited about Regionals,"
I wasn't ready to tell my dad about Blaine just yet. I wouldn't even know where to begin!
"Hey dad, my bird died, so Blaine got turned on and kissed me,"
Unfortunately, my dad wasn't buying my Regionals explanation. Time for Plan B.
"And of course, I'm just so excited about your drink choice," I teased, motioning to his beverage choice. He rolled his eyes.
"Yah zero-calorie, sugar free lemon flavored water," he grunted.
My distraction worked perfectly. Soon my strange smiles were long forgotten, replaced by jokes at my father's expense. I finished my salad and was ordering cheesecake when Mercedes Jones stormed into the restaurant.
"White boy!" she grabbed my arm, her body exuding annoyance.
"Hello to you too Mercedes. I'm great, how are you?" I quipped sarcastically. She glared at me, her claw-like grip tightening.
What the hell was her problem?
"Oh I'm sure your great," she snapped. "People that MAKE OUT with their NEW BOYFRIEND, and don't tell their BEST FRIEND normally are! And then they don't answer their phone so their best friend has to track them-"
"Mercedes!" I shrieked.
My family was gaping at me, their mouths open and eyes wide. I felt warmth rising to my cheeks. I stared at the floor trying to regain calm.
"I hadn't told anyone yet," I whispered angrily.
"Except for the freaking Warblers!" I made a mental note to kill David, the only Warbler with my girl's number. Mercedes set her hand on her hip, raising her pointer finger. Realization passed through her as she suddenly stopped. She took in Carol, Finn and Dad's expressions.
"Ohhhhh,"
"Yah, and for the record, the Warblers walked in on us,"
Dad sat up, his hands curling into fists.
"What exactly did they walk in on?" he growled.
I bit my lip, fighting a smile.

That's sort of a big question, I thought, adjusting the well-placed scarf on my neck.
"Oh, um nothing Dad. I mean, David is know for over-exaggerating. It was just a, ummm...prolonged kiss,"
He raised a eyebrow, leaning back in his seat.
"Hmph. When did this all go down?" I winced, preparing for Mercede's reaction.
"Three days ago,"
The belter gasped dramatically, putting her had on her chest.
"When were you planning on telling me!" she began. Finn interrupted her.
"Wait, Mercedes stop for a minute," The smirk on his face was profound, making my stomach squirm.
"You mean, three days ago when you suddenly got really interested in scarf fashion?"
My mouth popped open. Mercedes cackled, clutching her side. Dad's eyes raced from my face to my neck, horrified. Carol fought off giggles. Finn looked ridiculously proud of himself.
"Honestly Finn, you chose NOW to be observant!" I croaked, standing up. I glanced at my father, expecting the worst. His face was like a chameleon, changing colors every second. Pale, to red, to pink, to green, and finally settling on a strange glowing rose. I observed his eyes, looking for signs of a stroke.

"Look," He huffed, glaring at his menu. "I'm not… Thrilled about this. But… Three days ago…"

Tears were suddenly on the edge of his eyes. I gasped shocked.

"Dad-"

"No, I'm fine, I gotta get this out," he took a deep breath. " Three days ago, I noticed that my… my little boy was back. Really back. I mean, you've been doing a lot better since you first met Blaine, but the other day you just really… I mean, you were dancing around the house, smiling and singing and you just looked pretty… pretty damn happy."

My heart gave a squeeze and I fell into the booth.

"Oh Daddy," I whispered.

"Look kid, I love you. I just want you to be happy."

"Thanks…" I was unsure on how to respond. I had prepared many arguments, but no appreciations. I took his hand.

I wanna hold your hand,

He smiled, taking me back to a better time. A time of Power Rangers and The Little Mermaid. A time of baking cakes and waffles for dinner. A time when I was just as sure that I would find my prince charming as how sure I was now that I had.

"But we're still discussing the thing on your neck," Dad threatened.

I moaned, ignoring Finn and Mercede's laughter.

"Okay, I think I can deal with that,"

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