Early!Klaine is here at last! Enjoy!
Man
Kurt's lounging on the living room couch, on the phone with Blaine. It's only been two days since they started dating, and he's spent nearly every waking moment with or talking to Blaine.
He hasn't told anyone yet, with the exception of Mercedes- who bravely suffered through half an hour of babbling about Blaine's perfect smile and perfect lips and perfect hair and perfect voice and perfect everything oh my god oh my god!
Needless to say, she gave them her blessing, and helped Kurt analyze every second of their conversation prior to the kiss.
And now he's talking to Blaine and he couldn't care if anyone else even exists. It's just Blaine's beautiful voice asking him how did his day go (even though he was there) and what are his plans for the weekend (even though he know they have a date) and what does he think about the latest Vogue (even though they both obviously loved it).
He hears the front door slamming shut, and jumps.
"Hey bud!" calls Burt cheerfully.
"On the phone, dad!" he calls back.
"Do you need to go?" asks Blaine.
"Uhh…"
Burt's already in the living room, smiling at him. "Come on, I've got good news!"
Kurt swallows. He can't say Blaine's name and let his dad know he's talking to him, no way- that'll bring way too many questions. He can't just say 'sweetie' or 'honey' either; too many questions, as well.
"Uh, yeah," he mutters into the phone quickly. "Talk to you later, man."
Man? Man? Seriously, what?
"I'll talk to you later," answers Blaine on the other side, undisturbed. "Bye, sweetheart."
He hangs up, and Burt stares down at him, his smile replaced with a concerned expression, accompanied with a raised eyebrow. "Are you alright, Kurt?"
Kurt blushes, and curses himself for doing so. "Yeah, yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
Burt's eyes narrow. "You don't say 'man'. You laugh at Finn for saying that. Who was that on the phone?"
"No one," Kurt squeaks- and just like that, Burt knows, and Kurt knows he knows.
He sighs, his expression softening. "Alright, I get it, none of my business. Just know that you can bring him home for dinner anytime, 'kay? I swear I won't embarrass you."
Kurt shoves his face into a pillow, his face tomato-red. "Okay, dad."
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