So I think this is my first completly AU "Perfect Moment" :P tell me what you think!
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Or do I?
But seriously, I'd rather not get sued ;)
Silence. It's probably the most akward, but comfortable state between me and my newly come out gay son. Okay, not newly, it was five months ago, but still. It's not that I don't want to talk to him cause of his sexuality. I just don't know what to say. Like when we were sitting at Breadstix, stuffing our faces. In silence.
"So how's school goin?" I tried. Kurt stabbed at his ceasar salad with a shrug. "Good, I got an A on my History test yesterday,"
I beamed with pride, "Kurt, that's great! You got your ma's brains, I'm telling you," I clapped my hands on the table in triumph. Kurt stared at me dully, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just a test Dad," he shoved a bite of salad into his mouth, looking down. I glanced to the door, taking in a group of boys in private school uniforms entering the restaurant. Kurt's eyes widened as he saw them and slouched into his seat.
"Do you know them?" I asked.
"No," Kurt breathed, staring down his plate.
"Then why you acting all wierd?" I motioned to his frozen frame, concern dotting my face.
"It's just..." I wait, eyebrow raised. "Boys like that tend to think they know me pretty well just by looking at my clothes or hearing my voice,"
At his words, my heart broke. Damn kids and their labels and crap.
After a few minutes of staring the kids down, I noticed two things. One, they didn't seem to be paying much attention to my son. And two, some of them were pretty...Goodlooking.
Let's give this a go, I thought bracingly.
"Yah know, it doesn't look like they're gonna bug yah," I began. Kurt nodded, attacking his salad once more. "Any of them..." My voice trailed off. My countertenor son frowned, setting down his fork.
"What?" he asked. I took a deep breath.
"Do you think any of them are like, Uh, cute?"
Heat rises to Kurt's cheekbones and he busies himself, grabbing his napkin. "Oh, Dad, I appreciate it, but we really don't have to do this-"
"Yah, we do," I interupt. "All the other dads talk...Romantic interests, with their sons, I wanna talk with you." I choke out the words, wanting so bad not to say them, but knowing that it's was best for me and my boy. Kurt glanced to the mob of teens, blushing even more.
"Dad, none of them are-"
"Oh come on, kid, I may not yah know, play that way, but I can spot attractive people," I took a bite of my burger, chewing and swallowing before continuing. "Tell yah what, if you talk to me about one of them, we can get dessert."
Kurt glared at me, his blue eyes burning wildly.
"Are you seriously trying to be bribe me with cheesecake to tell you which boy is cute?" he growled. I grin wickedly.
"Oh no, ice cream for identification, cheesecake if you give a description of why you like them," I laughed at the expression on the teens face, enjoying my new weapon. Cheesecake was that kids kryptonite.
Kurt gnawed on his lip, eyes flashing to my right a few times.
I glanced over. "Which one?"
A small smile flew across his face.
"The short one, with the gelled hair and the eyes," he whispered. My eyes danced to the boy in question. He was small, with hazel eyes and dark hair, gelled back.
"Hmmmmm," I muttered. It was strange, seeing my son like a boy like that. Not because they were both boys, but because the boy was a boy. And boys are mean and cruel and can hurt people. People like Kurt. Girls are so non-threatening, so small and sweet. This boy was small, but as I watched him fake punch a blonde boy next to him, I knew he was threatening.
"He's pretty good-looking," I agreed, biting back my worries.
"Are you kidding?" Kurt laughed, seeming to forget he was talking to me for a minute. "He's gorgeous!"
I raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Red painted my porcilian teen and he bit his lip. "I want cheesecake," he muttered.
Later, we pulled on our coats, both of us aware of the step we had taken. As we reached the door, Kurt gave me a quick hug.
"Thanks Dad," he whispered. I grinned, squeezing his frame.
Before we could reach the car, a startling noise caught our attention.
"Hey!" a voice called. We spun around, facing...
Hazel Eyes.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I just realized were I recognized you from," He was out of breath, grinning as he pulled on his blazer sleeves. Kurt's eyes were wide and he glanced at me, his expression begging me not to embaress him. "You're on Mckinely High's cheer squad, right? The Cheerios?"
Kurt smiled hesitaintly, "Yes, yes I am," The boy looked ecstatic by this news.
"I saw you at Nationals last Saturday! My cousin was on the Carmel High squad," he explained. Kurt looked terrified.
"Oh my god, are you here to beat me up?" he croaked, taking a step back. Eyes widening, I curled my hands into fists, glaring at the boy.
"What!" he stuttered. "N-No! I just.. You-It's just that- You're Uh," The boy's expression had grown significantly nervous and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Spit it out, kid," I grumbled.
"You're really talented!" the teen burst, blush coloring his cheeks.
Kurt looked like he was going to pass out.
"What?" he choked. The boy gazed at my son through long lashes, his eyes like honey.
"Yah and ummm, your kind of really really cute-" His face contorted, becoming horrified. "Oh god, pretend this is me being really smooth and cool and oh god you're probably not even gay," At this, Kurt and I exchanged comical expressions and for the first time in a while, Kurt giggled. Really giggled. Like when he was little and his mom used to dance around singing along to Under The Sea in a hula skirt. Meanwhile, the kid in front of us looked like he was going to pee himself from worry.
"And oh god, this is probably your dad!" he cried, eyes growing to the size of plates as he took in my form. "Look, I'm in too deep at this point and Jeff said I had to at least try and so, ?"
Aw to be young and terrified.
"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt gasped.
"Could I have your number, so I could take you out some time?" This time, the kid said each word slowly and presicly, finally finding his marbles.
Just as Kurt lost his.
He stared at the boy in confusion, mouth gaping open. He had accidently dropped his to-go bag and his coat was half-pulled on, forgotten in the madness. I sighed, reaching down and grabbing the bag
"What's your name, kid?" I grunted, turning to the teen.
"B-Blaine, sir. Blaine Anderson." he stumbled forward, holding out a hand. I shook it carefully, ignoring the fact that it was shaking. Kurt began to awaken.
"I-yes-I mean, no, I mean, my number, it's,"
I took a deep breath, grabbing a pen from Kurt's satchel and a napkin from the bag. Scrawling out my own son's number, I handed it to Blaine, staring him down. Then, without a word, I grabbed Kurt's shoulder, pulling him torwards the car. Buckling us in, I started the car, pulling out the space. Blaine Anderson still stood, confused, in the middle of the lot. I rolled down my window.
"You better call!"
Aws. So, I'm a firm believer that everything happens when it does for a reason, so that's why this Klaine meeting wasn't all perfect and non-akward. :P I feel like both of our boys needed to get more confident until they could meet and be adorable and perfect together. But I love me some Burt Hummel Magic, so this is what I believe would have happened if they had met earlier :)
Hope you liked it! Feel free to review and alert and all! And please, give me prompts in the reviews!