"Oh my God! Right there, Blaine, right there! Yes!"

Burt Hummel closes the front door, mortified. Hes gonna kill that bastard. He gets that they are a hormonal teenagers, he really does, he was a young boy himself.

But.

This Anderson kid. He had the balls to show up at Burts garage and tell him to give Kurt a sex talk. A friggin sex talk! Well, Burt is a father, hed expected to have "the talk" with his kid one day. But just thinking about two guys doing... that is weird, to say the least. Not that Burt isnt tolerating, no, and he really tries, but still he is a parent and Kurt is still his little boy and now hes doing God only knows what in his room and Burt tells him so many times that the door stays open when he has Blaine over and-

"Faster, Blaine, faster!"

"Ugh, thats enough!" Burt yells to no one. "Im gonna kill this kid. I fucking kill him!"

Burt starts to climb up the stairs. When he reaches the second floor, he stands, blinking rapidly. Kurts room door is open. He can hear soft music. No moans, no headboard banging on the walls. Burt steps closer and looks inside. Both boys are sitting side by side on the bed, Kurts head resting on Blaines shoulder. They both are looking at a phone in Blaines hands.

"Yes! Right there, honey! Kill that fuc- oh, hi, dad." Kurt looks up and sees Burt standing in door.

"Hey, boys. Whatya doing? " Burt asks, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Playing kill the rabbit, sir" Blaine answers, his eyes never leaves his phone. "Theres do many holes and this rabbit is really fast and just... ugh" he bites his bottom lip and shakes his phone, while Kurt puts a hand on his arm.

"Oh, okay, good. I just... I leave you two alone. Smash that thing, kiddo. Or something. Just dont be too loud, ok? "

The boys just nod, Kurt already taking Blaines phone, saying its his turn now, because Blaine is too slow. Burt returns to the living room to watch some game. Two hours later, he still hears Blaine yelling that Kurt needs new glasses, cause apparently hes blind and Kurt yelling back that his dead grandpa has better reflex than Blaine.

"Teenagers..." Burt sights, smiling fondly.