Burt Hummel made sure he got home before Kurt that day. He wanted to make dinner for his kid for once, not the other way around. And he wanted to spend rest of the day with his son and talk like they did once. Because they used to talk about everything.
But he didn´t know how to start the conversation, and when he saw Kurt enter the front door with a tiny smile on his lips, he could feel a warmth settling in his heart. Oh, how he had missed that smile.
It gave him hope, but the smile didn´t quite reach Kurt´s eyes so he knew he still had a job to do. He needed to be a real father again. So when Kurt asked him if he was home already, he answered: « Yes, I thought you and me should spend some time together. I already made dinner. I made that lasagna your mother used to make, the one you loved when you were a kid.»
«Oh…thanks dad. Eh… can´t wait…» An awkward stutter was Kurt´s answer. «I´ll just put this in my room first.» He nodded towards his bag, the one he left on the floor when he took of his jacket and boots when he got inside.
«Sure» Burt said, and went into the kitchen to do the finishing touches on the family dinner.
Once they were seated by the table it was an awkward silence surrounding them. This shouldn´t be like this, Burt thought. When did the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere change into this, this cold and uncomfortable tension. This is not what a family dinner is supposed to feel like. How could I let this go on for so long? Burt could almost feel his eyes begin to water. But he took a deep breath and prepared himself for what to come.
«Kurt? You know I love you right?»
«Yes… I know, dad» Kurt´s eyes never left his food. The fork in his hand never left the food either. It just twisted and turned in Kurt´s hand, almost like Kurt wasn´t capable of lifting his hand towards his mouth.
«Are you ok, Kurt?» Burt looked at his son with worry.
«Yeah…I´m fine» Kurt continued to play with the lasagna in front of him. Burt knew he was lying to him. Everyone who took one look at Kurt could see he was not fine. Burt could see that now. He felt so ashamed that he hadn´t seen it before. He just prayed that it wouldn´t be to late.
«Why are you lying to me, Kurt? I can see that you´re not fine…» Burt´s voice was calm and he was not accusing his son of anything. He just really wanted to help in some way. But his inside was trembling and he was trying very hard to not scream and shout to get Kurt to tell him what was wrong. He knew that would only make things worse. But he couldn´t stand to see his little boy so small and sad and secluded.
«I´m fine!» Kurt stood up and showed his food away. He was shaking and Burt could see tears in his eyes threatening to fall. Kurt didn´t wait for his dad to say anything, he just rushed upstairs and run into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Burt was left alone in the kitchen. Silence overwhelming him. He fell back in the chair and let out the breath he was holding. That did not go as Burt had hoped. But he was now even more sure that Kurt was anything but fine.
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