So... Yet another rather half-assed story, but I really felt like writing this.
Enjoy ;)
Burt.
It was a relaxed, quiet evening. Carole was still at work, Finn had gone out with Rachel or Quinn or whoever he was dating this time. Honestly Burt had lost track of Finn's constant switching between girlfriends a long time ago. And Kurt was boarding at Dalton. He'd be home the next day, though, seeing as it was already Thursday and Kurt always came home when it was weekend.
Burt sighed, thinking about the reason Kurt had to transfer. He had known Kurt was being bullied, if the bruises on his arms and shoulders were any indication of this. But he also knew Kurt was strong and smart enough to survive this and not let it get him down. He had this from his biological mother.
Still, Burt thought, he should've noticed Kurt becoming more and more closed off, just like he did when his mother just died when Kurt was barely eight years old.
Eventually, he'd found out that one of the people that had bullied Kurt all this time had gone as far as to threaten his son's life.
Burt still felt his blood boiling when he thought about that moment he'd heard Kurt tell him about the guy threatening to kill him.
Sighing, he looked back at the TV, where one of the games from the last weekend was repeated, knowing it was no use to start feeling guilty about the past.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Groaning, Burt got up out of his chair and walked over to the hall, where the phone stood.
'H'lo?' He almost growled, only then realizing just how tired he actually was.
It didn't surprise him, though. He'd been working at the garage the entire day and had a lot of cars to work on, not to mention all the paperwork and that one annoying woman that kept coming back to him to complain that it took so long. He wasn't sure what it was she'd done to her car, but it took him at least an hour and a half to figure out what he had to fix and how to fix it. And while that in itself wasn't all that bad, the fact that he had to spend at least another half an hour trying to get the woman to shut up so he could do his work was. Especially some of the rude comments she made about how he was less than her. Which didn't even make sense. She was just spoiled.
'Hey, Dad.' A high, cheerful, male voice on the other side of the line could be heard. Burt smiled. Even though he got a call from Kurt pretty much every night, he missed the kid around the house. It was too empty for Burt, even with Carole and Finn in it.
There was no high voice singing the Beatles, no jabbing at his eating habits, no one hogging the bathroom for half an hour in the morning, just to get his hair just right.
Okay, he didn't always miss that last one, but still…
'Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?' He asked, trying to sound casual, instead of happy to hear his son's voice again, especially when he sounded happy. Apparently the school was doing him good.
'I'm doing great. Everything okay at home?' Although the concern about Burt, Carole and Finn was so obvious, there was something else in his voice. Something Burt could only describe as giddiness.
'Yeah, we're doing fine, Kurt. How about you?' Burt chuckled as Kurt began to rant about schoolwork, the Warblers, a boyfriend, teachers and singing a duet for the next competition…
Woah… Wait…
'Kurt…' Kurt immediately stopped mid-sentence.
'Yes, Dad?'
'What was this about a boyfriend?'
'…'
'Kurt.'
'It's Blaine…'
'Isn't that the guy who told me to talk to you about sex?'
'Wait, WHAT?'
'Never mind. Anyway, that Blaine-kid's your boyfriend now.'
'…Yeah…'
'You should bring him over for dinner sometime. Maybe tomorrow?'
'Really?' Kurt's voice went up a lot higher halfway through the word, as if he was really surprised.
'Really. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then.'
'Yeah. I'll send you a text to tell you if Blaine's coming with me tomorrow.'
'Okay kid. Goodnight then.'
'Night, Dad.'
With that, Burt smiled and hung up the phone.
His smile faltered as he realized something.
His son had a boyfriend.
'Oh dear God, help me.' Burt thought.