AN: So someone wanted an older Kurt seeking comfort from his dad at night and this is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy it. Set during Kurt's freshman year.
The dull sound of a car door closing drifted down to him, causing Kurt to jump.
"It's just a neighbor," Kurt told himself quietly, trying to convince himself of that. After earlier today he was having trouble.
He winced as something hard in one of the bags poked him in the ribs. Despite that though, there had been harder landings in the dumpster.
"Alright, Hudson. But time you stopped being such a wuss," he heard Puckerman say to the teen who had just tossed him in with the trash.
He moved to climb out of the big metal box.
"Unless you want me to toss you right back in there, I wouldn't move. Or better yet, maybe we'll come pay you a visit at home," Puck said, glaring at him over the top of the dumpster.
The screen door opened upstairs.
"Dad taking out the trash," Kurt muttered. The door reopening shortly later confirmed this.
Every little noise tonight was causing him to jump as he thought of Puck's threat. The teen was able to rationalize each noise until something hit one of the basement windows. In that instance Kurt bolted up the stairs and to his father's room.
"Kurt, is that you?" Burt asked at the sound of running footsteps.
"Yes," Kurt replied, coming to a stop in the doorway of his father's room. He blinked when Burt turned on the lamp beside the bed.
"What's wrong?" Burt asked, sitting up in bed.
"Can I sleep in here tonight?"
Burt looked at his son quizzically. "You haven't slept with me since right after your mother passed away."
"I know," Kurt replied nervously.
"What's wrong?" Burt asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Kurt said, not wanting to tell his father about the bullying he was experience. His Dad worried enough about him, he wasn't about to add anything to it. Yet the way his father was looking at him told him the answer wasn't all that convincing. "Guess, I'm just a little jumpy tonight," he tried instead, adding a shrug to the end of the answer.
Burt looked at his son critically, trying to decide whether or not to press the issue. Giving the time of night he decided to let things go for now. He did however pat the empty side of the bed. "Go ahead and sleep here if it'll make you feel better."
Kurt quickly crossed to the bed and climbed in on what use to be his mother's side of the bed. With the presence of his father providing security, Kurt soon drifted off to sleep all thoughts of the bullies at school out of his mind for the time being.