I AM SO SORRY I JUST REALLY THINK FINN'S A BIT OF AN ASSHOLE. But maybe he's different in season 4, I don't know. Haven't seen a single episode of S4 so far.

Kurt bit his lip as he ran up the stairs. He sighed loudly, voice wavering as he stomped into his bedroom and closed the door.

He groaned as he let himself fall face-first on his bed, thinking about what had just happened for a few moments.

Finn and Kurt had come home. It was almost Father's Day.

'Hey, Kurt?'

'What is it, Finn?' Kurt sighed, being a little more than sick of having to hear Finn rant the entire day to him about Rachel and football and all kinds of things that he just really couldn't bring himself to care about.

'What're you going to do for Father's Day?'

'Probably bake my father something. I'm sure he appreciates being allowed to eat something else than what he deems 'rabbit food'.'

'Cool. I'll help you make something!'

At that, Kurt stopped just as he opened the closet, where he always put his shoes when he got home. One pair of his enormous collection of shoes.

'Wait, what?'

'Yeah. I want to do something for Burt too, you know. Like, make something, so I'll help you!'

Kurt frowned.

'I'd rather you didn't, actually.'

Within a millisecond, Finn's happy-go-lucky expression had changed to a confused, slightly angry one.

'What the hell, dude? He's kind of my father too, you know.'

'He's not your real father, he's my father, not yours. If you want to get him a present, fine, but find your own.'

'Boys, what's going on?'

The two boys standing in the middle of hallway turned to see that Burt had come through the doorway of the kitchen and was currently staring at them with a slightly annoyed yet very curious expression.

'Kurt's being selfish.'

'I'm sorry?!'

'Kurt, calm down. Finn, care to explain why you think my son's being selfish?'

'He refuses to share something.'

'Because it's from me, not you!'

Burt merely looked on at the other two glancing angrily at one another.

'At least I'm not as selfish as you, Kurt. Thank God for that.'

Finn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in a very childish way. Burt's eyebrows had risen to almost reach his kind of non-existent hairline and his eyes had widened, not having gotten any further in understanding the situation happening right in front of him.

Kurt's mouth had fallen open and he had a hurt look on his face. He knew his voice would waver, but he honestly couldn't really care at that very moment.

'That's very rich coming from you, of all people.'

And with that, he'd run off upstairs and had ended up on his bed, having thrown his door closed, and having ignored Finn's 'Hey' and his father's calls of his name.

But then, he heard Finn's voice coming closer quickly. Another voice he recognized as his father's followed very closely.

'No, just let me…'

'Leave him alone, bud.'

'But he was rude to me…'

Finn sounded all high and mighty, which did not surprise Kurt all that much, because, as stupid as Finn could be at times, he always seemed to think he knew better than everyone around him, no matter who that other person was.

'I don't care. Just go to your damned room and let me handle my son, alright!' His father had raised his voice and for a moment or two, he heard nothing but silence on the other side of his door, only broken by a small sob coming from himself.

Then, he heard another huff and someone stomping through the hallway and a door being slammed close so hard Kurt was surprised his father didn't have to prepare himself to fix a broken door.

Three knocks on his door.

'Come in.' Kurt said, not sounding happy about any of it at all.

The door opened, but instead of looking up, Kurt buried his face in his pillow as deep as he could without suffocating himself. He felt the mattress dip under the weight of his father sitting down on the edge.

A hand was placed in the middle of his back.

'Kiddo?'

Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath and sat up, not daring to look his father in the eye, suddenly feeling incredibly childish.

'What just happened?'

'Finn was being an ass.'

'… I got that much.'

Kurt snorted, but quickly grabbed the tissues that laid on his bedside table to save his clothes from being covered in disgusting snot.

Burt smiled at his son, probably reminiscing the days when he was the one who had to grab the tissues and force them into his baby's hands.

'But seriously, scooter. What happened?'

'It's stupid.'

'I don't give a damn if it's childish or stupid or anything like that. Just tell me.'

'Finn asked me what I was doing for Father's Day. I told him, and now it won't be a surprise anymore, that I was planning on baking you something like a cake or anything. And Finn immediately expected he was allowed to help me but I want it to just be MY present to you. Oh God, that really does sound stupid.'

But Burt was smiling at him. Before Kurt knew it, his father's arm was wrapped around his shoulder and he was pulled into his arms. He sighed and wrapped his own arms around his father.

'You just bake the cake, alright, kid? I'll talk to Finn.'

'Um… Okay?'

'Good. Now go do your homework or listen to music or go prepare something for Glee, alright?'

'Okay, Dad.'

Burt smiled at him, gave him one last squeeze, ruffled his hair (much to Kurt's half-hearted protest) and got up.

Kurt took a deep breath.

He knew his father understood what this was about. The guy might not always have noticed what exactly Kurt's problems were, but this was one of them that they'd had before and Burt wasn't about to fail his own son again.

With that thought, Kurt fell on his bed on his belly, head on the end of his bed, peering into his bag and searching for his geography textbook.

Half an hour later, Kurt was almost finished with his Geography homework, when a knock on the door could be heard.

'Come in.' This time, he sounded much more cheerful than he had before. He'd felt better after telling his father about the reason why he didn't want Finn to help him with the cake.

The door opened to reveal Finn rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

'Hey, dude.'

Kurt smiled, choosing to ignore the 'dude' he despised so much.

'Hi, Finn.'

'I just talked to Burt… and… Yeah… I was wondering if you could help me think of something to make or do or buy for Burt… He's been like a father to me. Not that I mean he's actually my father! Not at all, but… You know… I'm not really, like, good at thinking of gifts or anything, so… yeah…'

'Finn.'

'Yeah?'

'It's alright. I'll help you find a gift for my father, as long as you leave the cake and stuff completely to me.'

'Deal.'

They just smiled.

I have no idea why I always see the fault in what I write.

Oh well.

I have fun writing it, so whatever :)