Chapter 57: Home Again

"I don't believe it! Kurt Hummel up and awake on a Saturday morning." Burt checked his watch. "And it's not even noon."

Kurt shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun shouting through the kitchen windows. He staggered over to the coffee maker. "I may be up, but I'm not awake. Not yet."

Burt grinned as he watched his son fill a mug with coffee, and join him at the table.

Kurt took a sip. "Where's Nigel?"

"At his sister's." Burt folded up the sports section of the newspaper. "I owe him $20. He said you'd be up before noon. I said you wouldn't."

Kurt smiled over the rim of his mug. "He cheated. He set the alarm on my phone, turned the volume up to max, and put it right by my head." He put his mug down on the table. "I may have to kill him."

"So, how was your summer?"

"Good. Really good."

Burt read Kurt's face. He would be okay with losing bets to Nigel for the rest of his life, if it meant Kurt would always be this happy.

"Looking forward to New York?"

"Yes." Kurt sighed. "And no."

"Nigel?"

"Yeah."

"You guys are strong. You'll get through this."

"Kurt!" Carole beamed as she entered the kitchen, throwing her arms out, and Kurt stood up to hug her. "I missed you!" She patted Kurt's shoulders and back, as if she had to reassure herself that he was actually there. Kurt looked over her shoulder, caught Burt's eye, and they both smiled.

"I saw Nigel this morning. He said your summer was good?" Carole drew back to see Kurt's face. The words were a statement, but the look in her eyes made it a question.

Kurt put the answer in his eyes, as he looked directly at the woman who had become his mother. "Oh, yeah!"

Carole smiled and took the seat next to her husband. "Tell us everything."

Kurt sat down, and wrapped his hands around his coffee mug, trying to decide where to start.

Burt watched his son as he talked, his words tumbling over each other, his hands flying, his eyes shining. He had been worried, even with their weekly Skype chats, he had been worried, but now the evidence was sitting right in front of him. Letting Kurt go to Boston had been the right decision.

Packing was surprisingly easy. He dumped the summer clothes out of his suitcase. He threw the Camp Wang stuff in the garbage and the rest in the laundry room. He chucked anything warm enough for winter, and casual enough for class into the suitcase. He didn't take any of his beloved designer clothes, not even his favourite Alexander McQueen jacket. He was going to one of the best design schools in the country. He didn't want to show up wearing someone else's talent. From now on, it was about discovering his own talent, creating his own designs. That thought had him smiling as he zipped his suitcase closed.

Nigel walked into his bedroom wearing a big grin and waving a twenty-dollar bill.

"Don't look so smug. You cheated."

The Sovereign analyst flopped down on the bed, next to Kurt's suitcase. "You told him!"

Kurt dragged his suitcase off the bed, and put his hand in the middle of boyfriend's chest. He pushed Nigel onto his back, and crawled over him. "Of course I told him. He was impressed with your creativity." Kurt knelt up, legs straddling Nigel. He smirked down at his boyfriend as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. "I, however, am impressed with other things." Kurt palmed Nigel's cock through his shorts.

Nigel's eyes slid shut as he arched into Kurt's hand. Kurt popped the button, and unzipped Nigel to find only rapidly hardening flesh. "Since when do you go commando?"

"Since I forgot to pack underwear for this trip." He reached out to slide Kurt's zipper down. "It's nice to not have to worry about Finn interrupting us."

"Boys!" Both men froze as Carole's voice called from the top of the staircase. "We're going shopping. Burt needs some new shirts before Congress goes back into session."

"I do not." Burt glared at his wife.

Carole glared back. "Yes, you do." She called down to Kurt and Nigel. "Do you boys need anything?"

Nigel pulled Kurt's shorts and boxers down. He grinned up at his boyfriend. "Some lube?" His voice wasn't quite low enough.

Kurt gasped and slapped his hand over Nigel's mouth. At the top of the stairs Burt's eyes went wide, and he tried to move past Carole at the top of the staircase.

Carole pushed her hand against her husband's chest stopping him. She grinned at Burt, eyes laughing, and then turned her head to call downstairs. "Any particular brand?"

"It's okay, Carole, we're good, thanks." Kurt's voice rose up to them, clear and composed.

Burt and Carole grinned at each other, when Kurt's growl at Nigel also carried up to them. "Dennison, you're a dead man!"

Carole whispered to Burt. "He sounds just like you when he growls like that."

Burt grinned and slipped his arm around his wife's waist. "Like father, like son."