Later That Evening- Hudson-Hummel Residence

Burt stands in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Carol and Kurt together. They were washing and drying the dishes from dinner. Finn had already left to go see Rachel.

He smiles as he sees Kurt laughs at something Carol says and he flicks some water at her.

As Carol starts to put a couple of the dishes away, Burt moves over from his spot, and joins them. He takes one dish from Carol, earning a smile. He kisses her cheek, and puts it in the cupboard.

"Good day today?" He asks Carol.

"Always," She kisses him softly. "You?"

He nods, and then glances at his son who was putting away the dish soap. "How did today go? Nothing earth shattering I hope?"

"We're talking about Glee Club here right?" Carol asks dryly.

Kurt grins and shrugs. "As far as I know, nothing has happened.. well.." He pauses. "Dad, I need to talk to you."

Worry starts to build.

"What happened?" He inwardly winces at the sharp tone.

"Everything's fine," Kurt says quickly. "Just need to talk to you about something Dad, that's all. You need to stop instantly worrying like that, your heart-"

"Is fine," Burt interrupts. "I should be allowed to worry without getting told not to."

"Do you need to talk to me to, Kurt, or this just a you and Burt thing?" Carol asks gently.

"A Dad and I thing," Kurt says just as gently, but with his usual honesty. The sharp brutal honesty that Kurt tends to use towards people tends to disappear around Carol, Burt notices, although he has noticed it come out once or twice in the past but that was when both he and Carol were figuring out what the boundaries were for their respective step children.

"All right sweetie, will you be able to tell me about it later?"

"Of course, just need-"

"I know," she smiles, and pats his arm. Burt leans down and kisses her again and then watches his wife walk out of the kitchen. He turns back to Kurt.

"What is it?"

Half Hour Later

Burt wasn't sure he liked what he was currently hearing about from his son. Then again he'd been having a hard time hearing about anything involving Kurt and leaving Lima. He has Carol, he has his step son, but his boy... he knows his boy is turning into a man. And he's about to graduate soon. He knew Kurt has been wanting to leave Lima for years, and he doesn't blame him a bit. He blames this damn fucking town. He loves Lima, but Lima doesn't love his son, and because of this town his son is leaving him. Burt is trying to handle it. He thinks he's doing a good job. Just times like this, conversations likes this, make it hard. "So... they head-hunted you?"

Kurt nods, putting the milk jug back in the fridge. "It's an intriguing offer."

Intriguing. That means Kurt is actually thinking about it.

"And an alternative from NYADA," he adds.

Once again, Burt wishes he could storm into Pillsbury's office and ream her out for this NYADA or nothing thing. Then ream out Rachel Berry. But he can't do that. Well he could.. it wouldn't be the first time he stormed into that school, determined to make sure his kid got what he was right to have. But in the end, it was also his son's decision to focus on just NYADA. He has to let Kurt do this. As much as it sucks to do so.

"Have you talked to Rachel about it?" He asks curiously, knowing that the friendship between the two of them had started all of this, but he's also noticed that something... odd has happened in that friendship.

Kurt grimaces. "I only talk to Rachel if need be now. When she's here, or at Glee club."

"I thought things were on the mend after-"

"No."

Burt wants to ask, wants to press, to find out what made Kurt finally decide to end the friendship with Rachel, or if Rachel ended the friendship. Instinctively, he knows it was Kurt though. But the tone in how Kurt responded told him it was best not to push. He'll eventually find out. Kurt will tell him when he's ready.

"So what do you think?"

Burt blinks. "What do I think?"

His son's eyes meet his. "Yes. It's important."

"I think..." Burt didn't know what to say. He tries his best to say the right thing to his boy, but he knows his advice is crap at times. He sighs. "I would prefer college," he admits.

"I will. But I think Ms Derringer is also right. I need the experience. Blaine has tons of it... he plans on using it when he applies to colleges next year. I never went about getting the experience."

Because there was no way to get it in this fucking town. Christ. As much as he loves Lima, he really really hates it sometimes.

The Next Day- Hudson Hummel Household

Kurt swallows the last of his orange juice as he hears Finn upstairs, running around, and of course trying to find all his stuff.

The usual morning chaos of Finn getting ready for school.

"Mom!"

"It's in your bedroom."

"But I can't-"

"In your bedroom, Finn."

Kurt shakes his head as he hears Finn continue to argue with his mom on where his things are. When things get quiet again, Kurt finally takes out his cell phone, and dials the number Ms Derringer gave him as he puts his plate and glass in the sink.

He gets the voicemail though.

"Oh hi, Ms Derringer. This is Kurt Hummel. I don't know when you'll hear this, but just wanted to ask if it was possible I could stop by and visit your group. I'll be at school but you can call me when during glee club today. I hope to hear from you." He ends the call and grabs his bag just as he hears Finn stomp down the stairs, apparently finally ready.

It was his dad's idea that he sees the actual group, meet others, get a longer feel, before he made a final decision. So hopefully Ms Derringer will agree to that.

Later That Day-Choir Room

Blaine watches as Kurt hangs up his cell and then sits down next to him. No one's in the choir room yet, and the doors are closed. Their hands find each other with ease. They have a few minutes before everyone comes in. "What did she say?"

"She's up for me stopping by the theater tomorrow. Which is good, it's a Saturday. We don't have practice either," Kurt says in his quiet voice. Their knees bump against each other, and Kurt's leaning into him. Blaine always likes these moments that they can have in school. They don't get them often, and Kurt's usually quite reserved, (although sometimes that reserve breaks) so he treasures them. "Are you coming?"

Blaine raises an eyebrow. "You want me to?" Kurt gives him a look. The Of-Course-I-Do- look. Blaine knows all of Kurt's looks particularly well. "Okay."

"Good." Blaine checks the hallway, even with the doors closed, people still go back and forth. He doesn't see anyone going by so he presses a quick kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"You talked to your dad, right?"

Kurt nods. "He ultimately said it's my choice."

"Are you going to tell the others?"

Kurt stays silent for a minute, his green eyes darkening a little, but then shakes his head. "Not right now. It's not definite. It's just maybes, and we'll see's. I don't want anyone to know, and I asked Dad not to mention it to Finn yet." He pauses. "Especially if it all goes wrong. No point in letting people know now."

Blaine understands. While he's been able to integrate with New Directions pretty well(he's still leery about Finn... he accepted that apology, but he still thinks there was more to it), and he's careful around Rachel. He likes the girl, but she is quite insane at times. Plus there's the tension between Kurt and Rachel. His boyfriend still hasn't entirely forgiven Rachel, and Blaine is beginning to think he won't. As it is, that friendship was currently dead in the water. Kurt doesn't trust easily. When he does, he lets you in entirely. You give him any reason to lose that trust, he won't trust you again without a good reason. Blaine thanks God (While Kurt doesn't believe, he does) that he never lost Kurt's trust, especially in those stupid months in Dalton... The door opens and Kurt straightens in his chair.

While they are still close, they aren't as close as they were before the door opens. They still hold hands though. Quinn comes in first, flashes the both of them reserved smiles, then Tina and Mike come in, Puckerman comes in, grins at the two of them. He socks Blaine in the shoulder, calls him Dude, and then sits behind the two of them.

Blaine likes Puck.

Everyone else comes trickling in soon after that.

"All right," Blaine hears Mr Schuester exclaim coming in. "I believe it's Finn, Rachel and Kurt's turn for their songs. Who's up first?" Rachel instantly stands up (Of course) and Blaine notices a little movement. He glances over to see Kurt now has earbuds in his ears. He scowls at him. Despite everything going on, he should be polite. But Kurt doesn't look at him. Blaine knows if he does, Kurt will relent.

Blaine sighs but feels his hand squeezed. He settles in his chair as Rachel starts in on her song.

Parking Lot

"Hey Hobbit." Blaine glances at Kurt, who rolls his eyes at Santana's call. They stop by Blaine's car. His baby. A 1967 dark red chevy impala. His mother got it for him his sweet sixteen.

"Yes, Santana?" He asks as he opens the passenger door to put his satchel in. He turns to face the Cheerio as Kurt puts in his satchel.

"I need to have a minute with Hummel."

"No you don't," Kurt says sharply.

Santana just rolls her eyes. "Did that woman find you?" She asks, her stance almost fight like, as if she's expecting a fight. Then again Santana's gotten in a couple since she came out. Well since she was forced out. The hockey guys haven't quite figured out it's not the guys of New Directions breaking their arms and legs.

"How do you know about that?" Kurt asks casually.

"Because she asked me where she could find Kurt Hummel." Santana shrugs. "I wasn't going to tell her anything at first, but my bullshit sense wasn't going off, so I figured she wasn't going to cause trouble."

"Ah. Well then, that was nice of you to direct her to me." And as expected in regards to the word nice, Santana scowls.

"I hadn't done my good deed for the month yet. Any problems with her?"

Kurt raises an eyebrow, and Blaine wonders why Santana would care. She hasn't been as defensive towards the two of them lately (She even shockingly apologized to Blaine a few days later.. at least he thinks she did. He didn't hear the word 'sorry', but the way she talked to him seemed like an apology.), but she still is the way she is. Plus, she's now not talking to Finn. Again. Something had happened AGAIN after their talk, only Kurt doesn't know and neither does Blaine. And neither boy plans on pressing the issue.

"No problems," Kurt says easily. "She just needed to talk."

"Right." Santana nods and then hurries off, calling out Brittany's name.

Blaine's heart aches as he watches how careful she is with Brittany, how she still has to fight in school, how he knows she's been stressed lately, and wants to help. But knows she won't want his help and will probably make cracks about his crappy record when it comes to helping. Look what happened when he tried to help Kurt. It ended up making him transfer to Dalton. Although deep down inside, where there is a selfish part of him that he rarely indulges, he's glad Kurt transferred during that period. He was able to help Kurt heal. He got a best friend, and he knew he annoyed some of the other Dalton boys by monopolizing Kurt's time there.

Which.. well was true.

"Blaine?" His thoughts scatter the moment he hears Kurt's voice. Then notices Kurt's in the passenger seat, looking like he was quite amused.

Kurt smirks. "I got your attention quick."

Blaine chuckles, then kisses Kurt, knowing they're blocked by a few cars and can afford the private moment. "You always do."