"So, that Blaine kid's nice." Kurt looked up at his father from across the dinner table.

"Yeah I guess." Kurt shrugged, not really sure where this conversation was going. Burt went quiet for awhile, simply gaping at his son, face not giving away any form of emotion. 

"You two make a cute couple."

Kurt choked on his pasta, coughing searingly at the words of his father. "WHAT?! Dad, he's straight, and he has a girlfriend at that." Burt's eyes seem to widen a bit, processing what Kurt had said about Blaine's sexuality. "He's straight? But....but why is he so nice to you?" Burt asked. "Dad, not all straight guys are homophobic jerks. They're rare, yes, but not non-existent." Kurt said, matter-of-factly. "You're living testament to that, dad."

"Yeah, but I'm your dad. That's different."

"How is it different? You're straight and you accept me, like Blaine, I think." Kurt said. "I don't know, dad. I barely know him anyway." 

"Exactly. You barely know him and he barely knows you, yet he carried you bridal-style from your school's hallway all the way to the infirmary when you fainted, helped you walk all the way back to my truck when you couldn't even move an inch & on top of that, delivered your homework to your doorstep for being absent from school." Burt said.

"He carried me- what?" Kurt asked his dad, who seemed to be getting to a conclusion.

"Bridal-style, Kurt." Burt responded.

"What are you trying to say, dad?" Kurt asked, though he knew what his dad was getting to. "I'm saying, I think he's in the closet." Burt said. "And", looking into Kurt's eyes, smiling at him. "I think he likes you."

Kurt widen his eyes & blushed hard. "Wh-what makes you s-say that?", he had never stuttered when talking to his dad, but he did this time at this particularly topic.

Burt laughed at his son, which made Kurt blush harder. "Jeez Kurt, I just spelled it out for you, you're honestly telling me you didn't catch on?"

"Dad, that's ridiculous. You're ridiculous. He's a nice person, that's all. And I'm done with this conversation." Then continued eating his pasta with his dad still laughing at him.

"Deny it all you want kiddo. You know I'm right." Burt said as he picked up his plate, leaving Kurt to his thoughts.

That night, Kurt laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the words of his father. "I think he's in the closet." "I think he likes you." Was it really true? Kurt realized Blaine gets a little flirty with him but Kurt assumed it's because he finds Blaine attractive so everything that came out of his beautiful lips sounded like a flirt. He then remembered how Blaine had wanted to avoid the conversation about his girlfriend Quinn. Was there a possibility that Blaine was gay? And that he liked Kurt?

With that last thought, Kurt slowly drifted into slumber.

"Wake up kiddo. Someone's at the door for you." Kurt felt his dad's hands grasp on his shoulder shaking him hard enough to wake him up. He groaned because his body still felt weak. He always felt weak.

"W-what dad?" He asked, sleepily with his eyes still closed. "Someone's at the door for you. I'm sure you're gonna be glad who it is." Burt said with a laugh. Kurt got up and dragged himself off his bed & ascended the stairs with the help of his dad. 

When he got to the living room, his eyes fell upon a boy wearing a tight white tshirt that outlined his should-be-illegal rock hard chest, with dark denims that wrapped around his toned legs, unruly curls gelled down & cinnamon, golden eyes shining with kindness. "Hi sleepyhead, nice PJs." Kurt's cheeks grew red with embarrassment when he looked down and realized he was wearing his silk pyjamas, and probably had a really bad bed head. "OMG!" Kurt turned around and descended the stairs down to his room, fighting the pain all around his body as he descended in a faster pace. He pushed his own bathroom door open and look at himself in the mirror. "Yuck."

"Why are you here so early?" Kurt asked after he showered, did his morning skin regiment & put on his clothes. "Early? Kurt it's 1.30pm. You slept till noon." Blaine said with a laugh. "I did? Dad, why didn't you wake me up?" Kurt shouted to his dad, who was in the kitchen. "It's Saturday. Thought I'd let you sleep in." Burt came out of the kitchen, "Anyway, I'm going down to the garage. You two boys be good now." He winked at his son before leaving. "Bye dad." Kurt shouted to him.

"So, shall we get started?" Blaine said, as the door closed.

"Yeah sure", but just as Kurt said that, his stomach growled."Omg. I'm sorry." He said, again feeling the heat in his cheeks."You skipped breakfast 'course you're hungry. C'mon, I'm sure you have something in your kitchen," he said. Then he felt Blaine grasp his wrist. He shuddered & pulled away instinctively. Blaine turned around and looked at Kurt's wrist where his hands was then entwined to, before looking at Kurt. "Sorry. I was just-" Blaine hesitated for a while, "Why do you do that?" Kurt seemed taken a back for awhile, "Do what?" he asked. "Flinch every time I I touch you, intentional or not." Blaine said. Kurt frowned at him, "I don't like being touched. Sue me." He said, getting pretty annoyed. He had never been questioned like that before. 

"Fine. Whatever." As Blaine walked into the kitchen. 
"What's the suppose to mean?" Kurt said, following behind him.
"If you don't wanna tell me just say so, okay?" Blaine said uninterestedly.
Kurt stared in disbelief. He didn't even know Blaine that well either and when he had refused to talk about Quinn, Kurt had respected Blaine's decision but now that he didn't want to tell Blaine something personal, Blaine got upset over it.

"I don't have to tell you anything!" Kurt shouted, making Blaine turn around to look at him in shock. "I don't even know you & you expect me to confide in you my secrets? You're kidding, right?" Kurt couldn't help but to get angry.

Blaine stared at him at first, then crossed his arms and leaned back to the kitchen counter. "Okay. Then ask me." Kurt looked at him confusingly. 

"Ask you what?" Kurt asked."Ask me what you wish to know, Kurt." Blaine stated."Okay fine." Kurt said infuriatingly. He didn't even take a second to think.

"Are you a closet gay?" Kurt asked.