Dad, Meet Nigel
Kurt keyed 'Bringing a friend home for dinner'into his iPhone and hit send. "Sure you want to do this?"
Nigel nodded. "Getting to know you means getting to know your family. So, yes, I'd like to meet your father."
"Well, sure, eventually, but there's no…" Kurt's phone buzzed with Burt's text.
From Dad: Good. Carole and Finn will be here too. 6 pm.
The Glee diva muttered a very sarcastic "Fantastic!" He typed 'k', hit send, and pocketed his iPhone. "You might want to reconsider your decision. My father's fiancé and her son, a classmate of mine, are coming for dinner too."
The economics student could see that the teenager wasn't thrilled about the extra dinner guests. "So?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's a long story."
Nigel didn't say much as Kurt filled him in on the whole "re-decorate/faggy blanket/get out" fiasco. Crushing on straight guys was pretty much par for the course. The future step-brother thing, that, he hadn't heard before.
"Sharing a room with your straight crush, who is going to be your new brother, that situation had disaster just written all over it! Could you have possibly arranged anything more wacked?"
Kurt stopped walking and just stared at Nigel, taken aback by what he thought was a flippant, insensitive response. The teenager had been wallowing in guilt and hurt feelings. He felt awful for causing a rift between Burt and Carole. He felt terrible for getting Finn thrown out. He was expecting sympathetic commiseration. The other man's casual, 'well, what did you expect', attitude felt like a slap in the face.
The economics student waited while the younger man processed his words. Kurt had a very expressive face. Nigel could literally 'see' him thinking it through. He watched as Kurt realized that he wasn't a horrible person who wreaked havoc among friends and family. He was just a normal human being caught in a tricky emotional situation. He saw the guilt and anguish flash across the teenager's face and disappear.
"It was ridiculous, wasn't it?" Kurt grinned sheepishly. "There was no way it was going to end well."
"No way." The young men resumed their walk. "Is your room still like that? I'd like to see this Bedouin tent/Indian bazaar creation."
Kurt pushed his shoulder into Nigel's, making him lose his balance and trip. The Ohio State boy laughed and fell back into step with the younger man.
"The room was perfect! It might not have been the best fit for Finn though." Remembering Finn's look of horror, as he stood among all the pillows and drapery, the McKinley teen started to laugh. "You should have seen Finn's face!"
"What, you think the football jock didn't want to live in an Arabian Nights bedroom?" Nigel's question set Kurt off again. Maybe it was just the release of all the guilt he had been carrying, but he couldn't stop laughing. As the almost hysterical laughter finally subsided, Kurt leaned against Nigel, wiping his eyes and trying to catch his breath.
"Thank you. That's the first time I've seen anything even remotely funny about that family implosion." Kurt took Nigel's hand and continued walking. "I want Dad and Carole to be happy again. I'm going to have to make this thing with Finn work."
"No problem. Finn will feel a lot better once he meets me."
"What do you mean?"
"Simple. When Finn sees that you're interested in me, he'll relax. He won't be worried that you're going to hit on him." Nigel turned to Kurt. "You are interested in me, right?"
The Glee diva placed his hand, open palmed, on the Ohio State student's chest and leaned into him. "I might be."
Nigel took that as a 'yes', and pulled Kurt into a kiss.
Kurt unlocked his front door and stood aside for Nigel to enter. "Dad, I'm home."
"In the kitchen, Kurt."
Burt had dinner just about ready. He opened the oven door to check on the roasted chicken. Hearing footsteps, he turned and smiled at his son and another young man.
"Dad, this is Nigel. Nigel, meet my Dad."
Burt and the young man shook hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hummel."
"Burt's fine, we're not a very formal family. Dinner's almost ready. Carole and Finn should be here any minute. You guys want to set the table?"
The doorbell rang. Burt hurried to answer it, not even trying to hide how happy he was about seeing Carole. Kurt walked over to the cutlery drawer. "This is your last chance to back out."
Nigel laughed as he scooped up knives and forks. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Setting the table, they could hear Burt and Carole talking, as Burt hung her coat in the closet. Kurt looked up from a place setting, and saw Finn standing awkwardly in the kitchen doorway, a bottle of wine in his hand. The McKinley voice took a deep breath and approached his soon-to-be brother. "Hey, Finn, here, let me take that." Kurt put the wine on the table, and waved his hand between Nigel and Finn, as he looked for a wine opener. "Nigel, this is Finn, he's going to be my step-brother. Finn, this is Nigel, a friend of mine." As Finn and Nigel shook hands, Burt and Carole appeared, Carole carrying a cake for dessert. Burt introduced Nigel to Carole, told them to find seats, and took the chicken out of the oven.
Dinner conversation flowed fairly smoothly for a while, Burt and Carole doing most of the talking, filling each other in on what they had done with their Sunday. Finn didn't say much but that wasn't unusual, he tended to see food as his priority at the dinner table. Burt eventually turned to Kurt. "So, what did you do today?"
"I met Nigel for coffee at the Starbuck's on Main St. and then we walked over to Kibby Corners Park."
Burt turned to Nigel. "Are you at McKinley?"
"No. I take economics at Ohio State, Lima campus."
Looking at both his son and this new young man, Burt asked, "How did you guys meet?" Burt caught Nigel's glance at Kurt, he was handing the ball to Kurt, and Kurt took it and fielded the question.
"Nigel works part time at a menswear store in the mall. I shop there a lot." Kurt shrugged. "We got to talking."
The young men smiled at each other, and a light bulb went off in Burt's mind. "You're dating?" Burt moved his gaze between his son and this new person. Once again, Nigel glanced at Kurt, letting him answer. The Glee diva stared into the Ohio State student's eyes for a few seconds before he turned to his father. "We're thinking about it."
Three pairs of eyes stared at Kurt, which he didn't even notice because he was smiling at Nigel. Finn's eyes were almost popping out of his head with surprise. It had only been a few weeks since the blow up between them. When had this happened? Finn knew Kurt had been crushing on him forever, and then there was that Dalton kid, but this, this he had not known about! Carole could see that Finn was just as surprised as she was. Carole was all for anyone who made Kurt happy, but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy for Burt.
Burt put his fork down and sat back in his chair. Every protective bone in Burt's body went on high alert. Who was this person who wanted to get waaay tooo close to his son? How well did Kurt know this guy? "Don't you think Kurt's a little young for you?"
Nigel looked Burt right in the eye and said with an absolutely straight face. "No. Kurt may be 4 years younger than I am but he is definitely the one in control."
Kurt choked on his drink and started to cough so badly that Burt jumped up and pounded him on the back. Once he caught his breath, Kurt shot Nigel a look that promised retribution. "Dad, don't worry." Kurt's eyes locked onto Nigel's. "I can guarantee that Nigel won't do anything I don't want him to do." Nigel lowered his eyes and smiled down at his plate. Kurt picked up his fork. Burt looked between the two of them. Obviously, Kurt thought he knew what he was doing but Burt wasn't convinced. His son had been picked on and bullied by boys his own age. Burt didn't want to even think about how much Kurt could be hurt by someone older.
Carole's hand on his arm stopped Burt from interrogating Nigel further. "Do you live near here, Nigel?"
"Not too far. I live with my sister near Lima Mall." The conversation turned to family, and holidays, and pets. Burt eventually relaxed and Finn got over his shock. By the time dinner was over, Burt had calmed down quite a bit but he still wanted to know more about this Ohio State kid. "Kurt, you and Finn clean up. Carole and I will entertain Nigel for you." Burt swept Carole and Nigel out of the kitchen.
Kurt wasn't happy. He stared after his father and then glanced over at Finn. His almost step-brother shrugged and started to carry plates over to the dishwasher. "It won't be so bad, man. Burt can't kill Nigel with my mom in the room."
"Let's hope." Kurt wrapped left overs while Finn stacked the dishwasher. They easily fell into the routine they had developed before the blow up. Finn pressed the controls to start the dishwasher, Kurt finished wiping the counters. Although, Finn had already apologized to Kurt at school and they had kind of worked things out during the Lady Gaga/Kiss assignment, they hadn't actually talked much since Burt had thrown Finn out.
"Kurt, we're OK, right? You know I never meant to hurt you, I was just really upset. I..."
"Yeah, I know." Kurt interrupted Finn. "Look, I'm sorry too. I should have asked for your input before designing a room for you." Kurt steeled himself and admitted. "And you were right. I did have a crush on you. Dumb, I know. You can't change who you are any more than I can." Before the jock could think of an answer to that, Kurt said, "Let's just forget the whole thing. We're going to be family. Anything else between us would just be too weird."
Finn's grin lit up his whole face. His stuck his hand out and grabbed Kurt's. "Deal!" They walked out of the kitchen together. "So… Nigel, huh?"
Kurt grimaced. "If he still wants to talk to me after Dad gets through with him."
"Kurt, Nigel's been telling us about this old clunker he's been driving since high school. You should take a look at it for him, it needs some work." Burt and Carole were all smiles as Kurt and Finn entered the living room.
Kurt looked over at Nigel. Smart boy! "Yeah, sure."
Finn and Burt settled in to watch a basketball game. "Nigel's not really into basketball, we're going down to my room to watch a video." Burt just nodded, caught up in the court action on TV. Carole smiled at Kurt, as she opened her book, and winked.
Kurt closed his bedroom door and locked it. He grabbed Nigel and pushed him up against the door. The McKinley teen planted his hands on either side of the economist's head, pinning him against the door, and glared at him. "Are you insane? You do not talk to my father like that!" Kurt's voice was low and threatening, his body language menacing. Nigel was upset, he really liked Kurt. He hadn't meant to insult him or his father. He had just been joking. Trying to find the right words to apologize, he looked up at Kurt and relaxed. Kurt's eyes were dancing. He was role playing.
Nigel sighed in relief. "I'm sorry."
Kurt grabbed Nigel's shoulders and shook him. "You're sorry! Kurt may be 4 years younger than I am but he is definitely the one in control." Kurt slammed Nigel against the door. "What were you thinking?"
The Ohio State student grinned at his lover. "I was thinking that you are the one in control, and how much I really like that."
The Glee diva laughed out loud. "Thank Dior you didn't say that." Kurt wrapped an arm around Nigel and lowered them both until they were sitting on the floor, their backs against the door, Nigel's head resting on Kurt's shoulder. "I don't think my Dad is ready to see me as sadist with a whip."
The economist raised his head and stared at the teen in curiosity. "Do you have a whip?"
"No, but I ordered a spanking paddle online. Should be here next week. Happy?"
Nigel snuggled into Kurt's chest. "Yes."
Kurt played with Nigel's hair. "I figure we have about 30 minutes, 45 minutes tops, until half time, or whatever they call it in basketball.
The economist worked his hand under the sweater that he had given the teen so many weeks ago, and caressed the pale skin. "So?"
"That's how long we have until my father sends Carole or Finn down here to ask us if we want more cake or chips or a drink." Kurt threaded his fingers through Nigel's hair and pulled until his head was forced back and he was staring up at Kurt. "We don't have a lot of time. If you want me to fuck you, it has to be fast and you're going to have to be very quiet."
Nigel squeezed Kurt's hand. "Yes."
"Do you want me to gag you?"
Nigel thought about trying to get through whatever Kurt was going to do without making any noise and realized he couldn't do it. He nodded.
Kurt disappeared inside his closet and came out tying knots into one of his ties. Not one of the Armani ties, of course. He gagged Nigel carefully, securing the tie at the back of Nigel's head. "You OK?" The Ohio State student found that he couldn't smile or talk around the knots in his mouth. This was a first for the economist and he was more than fine with it. His cock was rising and Kurt hadn't even done anything yet. Nigel nodded and trusted that the younger man could read the arousal in his eyes.
The McKinley teen searched the college student's eyes, and found what he was looking for. He kissed the other man through the gag, which felt weird and wild. Kurt pushed Nigel face first onto the bed, then unbuckled, unzipped and shoved the other man's boxers and jeans down. Reaching under the economist, Kurt curled one hand into a fist around Nigel's cock and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to the very cute ass beneath him. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the quiet room.
Kurt walked over to his iPod dock, hit play and raised the volume. Taking Nigel's cock in hand once more, he continued his efforts to turn Nigel's ass red. The part-time salesman was usually very vocal, and the Glee diva had always relied on this to judge his arousal level. This time, however, they had to find a different way to communicate.
The Ohio State student pulled himself to his knees, pushing his ass high. The McKinley teen took this as his signal, and reached for the lube. Preparing Nigel didn't take long. Pushing into Nigel, Kurt had to bite his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Nigel wasn't the only one who had trouble being quiet! The McKinley student leaned over the economist, brushed kisses across his skin and bit into his shoulder. Nigel put his hand over Kurt's, moving both their hands as one, over his cock. Nigel came, contracting around Kurt, which pushed the Glee diva over the edge.
The countertenor slipped out of the college boy, flipped him over, removed the gag and flopped onto his back beside him. Panting, neither one of them wanted to move. Eventually, Nigel reached for Kurt's hand. Kurt entwined their fingers, moving his thumb in little circles over Nigel's skin. Given a choice, Kurt would have preferred to pull Nigel close, and start the whole process over again, this time with his salesman astride him, riding him, so that Kurt could watch his face… but no time for that now.
The McKinley teen pulled the Ohio State student to his feet. Kurt threw the condom in the wastebasket. They rearranged their clothes and used the sink in the ensuite to wash the hardening stickiness off their hands. Nigel sat cross legged on Kurt's bed. He watched Kurt undo the knots in his tie and replace it in his closet. The Glee diva didn't want to chance someone, (read Finn) finding a tie knotted like a gag. The high school teen joined his college lover on the bed, pulled him onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Nigel curled into Kurt, rested his head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist.
Both heads jerked up at the sudden banging on the bedroom door. Kurt smirked at Nigel as he got off the bed and turned the sound down on his iPod. "Told you."
Kurt climbed the staircase and opened the door to a very apologetic Finn. "Sorry, guys." Finn held his hands up in front of him, in a 'don't blame me' gesture. "Mom told me to find out if you wanted any cake?"