Enjoy.

Will Schuester.

Burt knew something was wrong when he looked through the window, just in time to see Kurt slamming his car door closed with unnecessary force and a look of rage on his usually calm and happy face.

He took a deep breath and speeded towards the hall, stepping in front of Kurt before he could even reach the stairs.

Kurt frowned angrily and demanded him to get out of his way. Burt raised his eyebrows at Kurt's immensely rude behaviour, causing him to huff and look away, crossing his arms over his chest in a stubborn habit he'd had since he was only a toddler.

'What happened, kid?'

'Nothing.' Kurt said with a harsh tone, but a quiver in his voice gave away that he was upset, so something obviously happened.

'Kid.' He merely replied, but he made sure he used his 'Tell-me-or-I'll-find-out-myself'-voice.

Kurt sighed and took a deep breath, but this breath was very shaky and Burt was surprised to find tears in his son's eyes.

'Kurt, what's wrong?' He asked quickly, not even bothering to keep the worry out of his voice. His son looked down and sniffed, arms tightening around his own torso, as if he was trying to keep the hurt away.

'It's nothing.'

'It isn't nothing if it made you cry.'

'It's stupid.'

'So?'

Kurt raised his eyebrows at his father, unsure of his reaction. He bit his lip, but sighed eventually and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch.

Burt walked into the kitchen first. He made two glasses of warm milk before going back to Kurt.

As soon as Kurt had been given his glass, he smiled warmly at Burt, a smile Burt or anyone else for that matter rarely ever saw. Burt smiled back as he took a seat next to Kurt on the couch and watched his baby boy pull his knees to his chest, just curling up comfortably in the corner of the couch, once in a while sipping his milk.

Mollie was right, Burt thought. Sometimes he really is just like a kitten.

She may have died a long time ago, but she'd always known her son better than he did.

'It started yesterday, you know?'

Kurt's voice abruptly pulled Burt back to the present.

'What exactly?'

Kurt side-eyed his father for quite some time, as if he was trying to estimate his father's reaction and that action alone did absolutely nothing to make Burt less worried.

'Do you remember that I wanted to sing a song, but I wasn't allowed to sing it, only because the song was originally sung by a girl?'

'Yes.'

'…'

'… Again?'

Kurt merely nodded and started telling.

It had been a quite normal and thus utterly boring day at school and Kurt kind of hoped that Glee would bring at least a little fun with it.

So when he walked into the choir room and saw the assignment for that week on the board, he almost jumped and squealed with joy.

'A song from your favourite musical.'

He grinned and sat next to Blaine, who had an identical grin on his face. He'd clearly gotten the excitement from Kurt when it came to musicals. Last time they watched a musical together, Blaine had mentioned offhandedly how much he loved it when Kurt sang along.

Which was why Kurt was already planning on looking up the songs he thought would be good for his voice. Along with this, he tried to make a mental selection of the songs he really, really wanted to sing, but were either too high or too low and needed to be changed up a bit.

Either way, he loved the idea and was also just glad not to have to sing Journey again.

'Well, as we are going to do musical numbers, as you guys can read on the board, I want to make a list of possible songs you guys want to do.'

Everyone started talking at the same time, until Mr Schuester hushed them.

'All right, lets start from left to right. Kurt, what song do you want to sing?'

'Defying Gravity.'

Will didn't write it down. He just looked at Kurt sceptically. Kurt himself was a little oblivious to this, as he was busy sticking out his tongue in a rather childish manner to Rachel, who remained quiet, but was obviously jealous as she had wanted to choose that song as well.

'Um, Kurt. Why don't you choose another song?'

At this, Kurt's head jerked back towards their teacher, an unbelieving look in his eyes.

'Huh?' He heard his boyfriend say quietly.

And even though there had been a little chatter before, even if Mr Schuester had asked them to be quiet, everything now…

It was dead silent at Mr. Schuester's comment. No one could believe he did such a thing again.

'What the hell, Mr Schue?'

It was Puck who had spoken, but several agreements could be heard and everyone looked stuck somewhere in between surprised and offended, Kurt the most of all.

'Excuse me, Mr Schue? Why do I have to choose another song?'

'It may be better if you chose a song that was sung by a guy. You know, to practice other things.'

But everyone realized he just didn't want Kurt to sing a song that had been sung by a GIRL.

Kurt just stared at him and then turned his head to look at his boyfriend, who looked utterly confused. He frowned at Kurt and gave a little shrug that indicated that he had no idea why one Will Schuester had even said that.

Suddenly, a voice could be heard from somewhere on the other side of the room.

'Hey, lady over there might be a guy, Mr Schue…'

Santana waited a little until everyone had turned their heads at her.

'But you have to admit he can sing girl songs better than Berry over there. And that's saying something, unless you can't notice that with that ridiculous amount of unnecessary gel in your ever so ridiculous mop of hair. And it wouldn't even surprise me if you can't.'

Everyone stared at her wide-eyed, all except one completely surprised at the girl protecting Kurt.

'Santana, I think that's very rude of you to say-'

'Like what you just said to Kurt?!'

'SANTANA!' Mr. Schuester's voice boomed through the entire room.

'Kurt has to choose a different song, whether it's by a girl or not and that's it!'

Santana slumped in her seat and Kurt shot her a thankful yet sad look and he himself slumped in his seat as well, leaning against Blaine, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

'So, basically, I'm not allowed to sing Defying Gravity and I don't know why.'

Kurt hiccupped, tears silently streaming down his face, being soaked up in his father's shirt, where Kurt was hiding his face in his father's shoulder.

He really wanted to sing that song, Burt realized.

He gave a small kiss on top of his son's head and sent him upstairs, telling him not to worry about it.

Kurt sighed sadly and grabbed his bag and cell phone, making his way upstairs. Probably to call Blaine.

Burt scraped his throat when he heard the man pick up his phone after the third ring.

'Will Schuester speaking?'

'Burt Hummel here.'

'Hello, Burt! Haven't heard from you in a long time. How are you?'

'Not so good after my son telling me what happened in Glee Club today.' Burt said angrily.

Will Schuester did not reply.

'You do realize that not answering is an answer in itself, right?'

'Mr. Hummel…'

'Why is my kid not allowed to sing that song about gravity or something?'

'He's sung it before and couldn't reach a certain tone that someone else in the Club can… I mean…'

'It's that Rachel-girl, isn't it? What did she do? Did she find out the assignment beforehand and claimed the song?'

'How did you…'

'It's happened before. My point is that Kurt can sing the entire song perfectly clear, you hear me? You have no proper reason to deny him that one song, so don't you dare claiming you have a reason. You don't.'

'How did you know Rachel asked me to do the song before Glee?'

'Things like that happened before. And it's always Rachel who gets the things my son wants. Give him a freaking chance for once, otherwise you wish you would never have made me so angry, you understand?'

'I… I'm very sorry, Mr. Hummel-'

'You can be sorry all you want, but it's not helping my son anyhow.'

'… Kurt can sing the song if he wants to.'

'That's what I wanted to hear. And Rachel.'

'I'm sure she wouldn't mind picking a different song for once, I guess.'

'Good.'

'And I'm very sorry about this entire situation.'

'As you should be. Next time I find out anything remotely like this happened, you are most likely going to wish you were never even born. Have a good day, Mr. Schuester.'

'Excuse me, Mr Humme-'

But Burt had already hung up, mentally patting himself on the shoulder for terrifying Kurt's Glee Club teacher and taking a deep breath before walking upstairs.

'… I know, Blaine. I just don't get why he specifically said I should sing a GUY's song. Isn't that ridiculous?'

'It is.'

Burt smirked as he saw Kurt jump up from his bed, on which he'd been lying, on his stomach, while talking to Blaine.

'Dad.'

'Can I talk to you for a moment, buddy?'

'Uh, sure. Just a second.'

And with that, he told Blaine he'd call him back later, smiling as he whispered an 'I love you too' back. Burt smiled at this. His son really loved Blaine and Blaine really loved his son, that much was clear.

Then, his son's attention was back on him. Kurt had sat back on the bed, one leg tucked underneath him like he usually did when he was home and he looked at Burt with an expecting look in his eyes.

'I just called that shoe-guy.'

'Mr. Schuester? Why?'

'Just thought that rejecting you that song because of Rachel wasn't really fair.'

'Because of Rachel?'

'She'd claimed the song before the assignment was even told to the rest of you.'

'Again.' It wasn't even a question, but worst of all: Kurt wasn't even surprised about it.

He just looked angry.

'You get to sing the song, though.'

'… Wait, what?' Burt didn't know how, but Kurt managed to look excited, confused and still a little angry all at once.

'I guess being a father changed a lot in my attitude.'

'Why that?'

Burt just smiled.

'Just call your boyfriend. And practice the song.'

Kurt smiled and jumped up, almost hugging the life out of his father.

'Thank you, Dad.'

'Sallright, but you're kind of suffocating me.'

'Oh, sorry.'

'It's all right. Go call your boyfriend and practice the song. And don't forget homework.'

'Aww.' Kurt mock-pouted, but smiled when Burt laughed and ruffled his hair.

'Dinner's at seven, kid.'

'Okay.'

And with that, Kurt jumped back on his bed, on his stomach once again and immediately called his boyfriend while Burt made his way downstairs and decided to watch whatever game was on TV this time.

Please don't hate me. I just kind of always pictured Will to be somewhat afraid of parents and being an asshole and at the same time caring for people and that's just really weird.