"Kurt are you-"

"Blaine, I love you. But I swear to God, that if you ask me one more time, whether I'm okay or not... I will hurt you."

"Baby, I'm sorry it's just I didn't mean to be so... rough... I don't like the fact that you're in pain and it's my fault... I've never liked it." Blaine said his face twisting into a grimace as he thought of all the times he had to push Kurt into a locker.

Kurt paused in the middle of the deserted hallway he and Blaine were walking down. They had arrived at the hospital only moments ago and they were now heading to Burt's room.

"Blaine, trust me I'm fine... yes admittedly it burns a little but it was amazing when we were actually...umm... when we were..." Kurt started to blush he was searching for the right sentence but he couldn't think of anything that sounded mildly appropriate for a public place.

"When we having sex," Blaine said, turning to look his boyfriend in the eye.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed.

"What? We were having sex, you're allowed to say it," Blaine said with a smirk gracing his lips.

"That was not sex...we were umm..."

"If it wasn't sex then what was it?" Blaine asked looking faintly amused.

"It was...umm... pre-sex activities!" Kurt said proudly, he finally found a dignified way to say it.

"Pre-sex activities?" Blaine asked incredulously, his jaw hanging open slightly.

"Yes, that is exactly what it was."

"Kurt, we were lying down. Naked. Rubbing our cocks together. You had a fucking orgasm with my fingers up your ass! If that isn't sex then I don't know what is," Blaine said shaking his head.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed again, looking around but luckily the hall was still deserted.

"Listen Kurt, let's just forget it and go see your Dad, I bet he's wondering where you are," Blaine said and he started to walk down the hallway.

"Hey!" Kurt yelled, "I'm not done talking," he jogged to catch up with his boyfriend. He grabbed Blaine's arm and spun him around so they were once again facing each other.

"How do you define sex?" Kurt asked looking Blaine straight in the eye, he was determined to not blush.

Blaine held Kurt's gaze and answered, "I define sex- gay sex that is, to be when one male reaches and anal orgasm with the help of another."

"But if that's your definition then that means we've been having sex for a while," Kurt said.

"Yeah, so? I love you, don't I? And you love me. Why can't we have sex?" Blaine asked softly.

"Blaine, I do love you... but I define sex as when there is actual... penetration," Kurt said and he lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Kurt, look at me," Blaine said and he lifted Kurt's chin so he was looking him in the eye. "Kurt, if that's how you feel then don't be embarrassed. If you want our first time to be actual... penetrative sex... then it will be," Blaine said with a smile, he leaned in and tilted his head up slightly to place a very soft kiss on Kurt's lips.

"Now c'mon," Blaine said and he pulled Kurt down the hall, "Your Dad's waiting."

"Dad!"

"Kurt!"

Kurt dropped Blaine's hand and hurried to the hospital bed so he could embrace his Dad in a tight hug.

"Oh my God, Dad I thought I would never see you again, I was so worried! You have no idea! How are you? Are you okay? Do you know who I am? How many fingers am I holding up? Are you in any pain?" Kurt was asking questions at an inhumanly fast pace.

"Yeah I'm okay," Burt said ruffling his son's hair playfully and Kurt immediately tried to flatten it back down and he went to sit on the bed. When he sat down he shot straight back up, the pain in his ass felt like fire.

"Bud? Are you okay?" Burt asked concern filling his voice.

"Yeah I'm fine...I umm... I'm just so glad you're back!" Kurt said once again hugging his Dad tightly.

"Easy there, honey," came a soft chuckle from the other side of Burt's bed. Both Blaine and Kurt froze, they both know who this woman is and she knows who they are. They hadn't even noticed her until she had spoken.

"C-Carole," Kurt stuttered, he was clearly in shock. Neither he nor Blaine had thought of the possibility that Carole would be at the hospital.

"Hello sweetie," she said with a smile and a wave.

Burt looked between the two boys; he saw that both of them were scared. He didn't understand why, but then it all clicked into place.

Blaine and Kurt go to McKinley, Finn goes to McKinley, Finn knows Kurt and Blaine, Carole knows Kurt and Blaine, if Carole realises that the boys are dating she will tell Finn, Finn will tell the school and the boys will be ratted out before they have a chance to deny it. Suddenly the fact that he had just woken up from a coma didn't seem all that important.

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" Carole asked, puzzled.

"Well, I was just umm... I thought that... ah, well the thing is... Burt was...umm," Blaine was shifting on the spot wringing his hand together tightly. Kurt gave his Dads shoulder a gentle squeeze before he walked to Blaine and took his boyfriends hand and laced their fingers together. Carole's face twisted into confusion.

"Carole... can you keep a secret?" Kurt asked quietly.

"That is so beautiful," Carole wept into her tissue.

"Yeah, well it's what we had to do- it's what we still have to do every single day," Blaine said.

Carole was still sitting in the same chair as she was before but now she had several scrunched tissues in her lap. Burt was still in his hospital bed and occasionally he would extend one hand or the other to squeeze either Carole's or Kurt's fingers. Kurt and Blaine were snuggled together on a large arm chair, Kurt was sitting practically in Blaine's lap, Blaine had his arms wrapped around Kurt, and they were still holding hands.

"I never knew," Carole whispered, "Blaine I've known you since you and Finn first started playing football together... I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Burt said stroking her hand.

"Dad's right, you have no reason to be sorry... but Carole, you can't tell anyone and I mean anyone, not Finn, not... anyone," Kurt said seriously.

"Yeah, if this got out then the boys' could be in some serious trouble," Burt said.

"Yes, of course," Carole said looking at them, "Your secret is very safe with me boys, very safe."

"Thank you," Blaine said.

The room lapsed into a comfortable silence. The Doctor had come around when the boys were in the middle of their story and he had given Burt permission to leave. He said that Burt has suffered no brain damage, and he seemed to be well enough to go home, as long as he takes it easy for a few days. The Doctor also said that if Burt doesn't cut down on all the junk food immediately then he might be having another visit to the hospital. Kurt promised the Doctor he would look out for him.

"So I think it's time we get out of here, what do you think?" Burt asked to no one in particular, but everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

"Oh, but shouldn't we wait for your brother?" Carole asked Burt as he made his way to stand up.

"What brother?" Burt asked baffled, he has a sister but no brother.

"Your brother," Carole said slowly, as though Burt hadn't heard her properly.

Blaine and Kurt slowly stood in their chair, they knew where this conversation was heading and they thought that if they could escape now then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But things never work out that way.

"Carole, I don't have a brother," Burt said slightly frustrated.

"But if you don't have a brother then who has Kurt been staying with?"

Blaine and Kurt were almost at the door when Burt's eyes fell on them.

"Kurt? Blaine?" Burt asked in a hard voice, "What exactly is Carole talking about?"

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other then they turned to face a bewildered Carole and a Burt that was slowly turning red... from anger?

"Kurt answer me," Burt said his voice hard.

"Well... umm I didn't want to stay at home alone," Kurt whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that. What exactly did you say?" Burt asked through clenched teeth.

"I spent the two weeks with Blaine!" Kurt said so quickly, his words muddled together. Blaine's head dropped to look at the floor and so did Kurt's they both stood staring at their shoes waiting for what was coming next.

"You what?" Burt practically growled.

"I was with Blaine," Kurt said, not looking up.

"Were his parents there with you? Kurt look at me and answer. Were. His. Parents. In. The. House?"

Kurt raised his head and squeezed Blaine hand tighter. Blaine also raised his head but he was too terrified to look into Burt's eyes.

"No, we were alone." Kurt said quietly.

Burt's face was twisting between anger and fury, it finally decided on staying furious. The next questions he asked were all asked through clenched teeth.

"For two weeks?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

"You lied to Carole?"

"Yes."

"Did you share a room?"

"...yes."

"YOU WHAT?" Burt exploded.

"We shared a r-room," Kurt was shrinking away from Burt's gaze, his voice was starting to shake.

"Did. You. Share. A. Bed?"

There was once again, silence. Only this time it wasn't comfortable, this time the boys could feel the rage flowing from Burt's body.

"Kurt, answer me...Now!"

"Yes... we sh-shared a bed."

"How dare you? You shared a bed? Kurt you're only sixteen!" Burt said his voice was so loud that Blaine started to flinch at his words.

"But I'm in love!" Kurt screamed back at his father, shocking everyone with the intensity of his words.

"I don't care; I've been letting Blaine sneak in and out of your room for years! But this is crossing the line, you had no right to lie and then spend two whole weeks with your boyfriend, in his bed when his parents aren't home!" Burt said panting.

"Dad calm down you'll hurt-" Kurt was moving towards his dad trying to relax him but Burt suddenly stood, a little shakily.

"You!" he shouted pointing his finger at Blaine. Blaine was tempted to cower behind Kurt but he stood his ground.

"Y-Yes?" Blaine asked his voice quivering.

"Did you have sex with my son?" Burt growled.

"What? No! Of course not-"

"Then why did he flinch when he sat on the bed? Why did he wince when he sat on your lap? Why is he blushing right now? Why, Blaine why?" Burt asked holding onto an IV pole to steady himself.

"Technically... we didn't have sex but-"

"Blaine! He doesn't need to know!" Kurt said disbelievingly.

"He's right, I don't need to know!" Burt grunted as he sat back down on the bed taking deep breaths.

Kurt and Blaine stood in the doorway, watching Burt Hummel catch his breath. Carole, who everyone had forgotten about stood in the corner with her hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock.

"Dad?" Kurt asked timidly.

Burt looked up from the bed, he stared at the boys in the doorway for a moment, and he finally took a deep breath and started to speak.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you... but I hope you understand how incredibly inappropriate it was for the both of you to do that. I understand that you're in love and you respect each other, but Kurt you're still my son and I love you...Kurt, you're grounded. Until I see fit that means, no TV, no computer, no phone, no designer clothes and... No Blaine."

Kurt stood in the doorway shocked. His mouth hung open and he was trying to process what his dad had just said.

"What? No! You can't do-"

"I am you Father and I can do what I want and right now I want you to be grounded," Burt said calmly.

"For how long?" Kurt asked urgently.

"Until I say so!" Burt said. He stood and started to make his way into the bathroom that is attached to his room. "Carole are my clothes in here?" he asked Carole softly as he reached the door.

"Yes" she said quietly and nodded her head.

Burt walked into the bathroom and just before he closed the door he called out to the boys.

"Kurt makes sure you give Blaine a good kiss goodbye, it'll be the last one you to share for a while."

It has been a three weeks, almost a month, since Burt had been released from the hospital and Kurt had lost his phone, TV, computer, money to buy designer clothes and a three weeks since his Dad had put a freaking padlock on his window to stop Blaine from sneaking in. Three weeks of hell!

Kurt's sitting in class, one without Blaine, and he's thinking about whether his Dad is being too harsh or not. He agrees that there should be some sort of punishment, after all they spent two weeks together alone, but this is just crazy.

Kurt and Blaine haven't been able to spend a great deal of time together and not because of the whole I'm-your-bully-but-I'm-also-your-boyfriend situation, but because not only is there a padlock on Kurt's window but now he has a curfew, that's right a fucking curfew! He has to be in the house by four o'clock, school finishes at three! An hour is not nearly enough time for him to be with Blaine the way he wants to.

The past three weeks have caused Kurt to be so sexually frustrated he has resorted to jerking himself every night just to get some form of release. It hasn't been working so well, lately though he has been contemplating fingering himself... but he doesn't really want to do that without Blaine.

It's not as though they don't see each other at all, they still share quick kisses in the bathroom and Blaine still comes to Kurt's window of a night... even though he can't get in. But because Kurt doesn't have a phone or a computer he can't talk to Blaine as much as they used to. Burt has even cut off his morning coffees with Blaine and if the other things weren't pissing him off enough, this definitely is!

Every time Kurt thought about how unfair Burt was being he couldn't help but think about what he had done and how disrespectful he had been to his Dad. Kurt sighed in annoyance... he knew his Father was doing the right thing.

"Kurt? Earth to Kurt!" a voice called breaking him out of his daydreaming state.

"Hmm...What?" he asked Mercedes as she waved a hand in front of his face.

"The bell's gone." She stated, and so it had, Kurt's class was currently hurrying out the door trying to escape while they still have the chance.

"Oh sorry... I was just distracted," He said as he stood and grabbed his books, he then slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and started to walk out with Mercedes.

"What's up?" Mercedes asked when they were out in the hall heading to the cafeteria for lunch.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked searching for Blaine.

"Well lately you seem to be really... sad," Mercedes said quietly.

Kurt stopped his search and turned to look at his best friend.

"I'm fine 'Cedes I promise, it's just the whole 'broken phone thing' sucks." Kurt said, he couldn't think of any other excuse that would cause him to not have phone for weeks, so he just told everyone that he had broken it. He did not want to say that he was grounded because that would lead to questions. Questions he couldn't answer.

"Okay, if you say so," Mercedes said, her voice sounded a little worried.

"I am," Kurt said with a smile.

They walked the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence.

"Oh crap!" Kurt exclaimed.

"What?" Mercedes asked as she searches for the Tater Tots.

"I think I left my calculus book back in the classroom, I have to go get it, we've got a huge amount of homework tonight."

"Oh damn, want me to save you a seat?" She asked already walking away, she has spotted the Tots.

Kurt chuckled to himself as she walked away; He turned and struggled against the crowed to get back into the hall.

When he finally pushed his way through the students he found himself in an empty hallway. At least he thought it was empty.

Blaine and three Neanderthals were walking down the hallway behind Kurt, when Blaine's eyes landed on Kurt he immediately felt all the blood in his body travel south. Kurt was walking with a little skip in his step, his hips were swaying in his tight, black jeans just the way Blaine liked it.

"Hey Blaine?" one of the Neanderthals whispered into Blaine's ear.

"What?" Blaine hissed back, Kurt was still unaware of their presence.

"There's your little fag,"

That's right, he is mine, Blaine thought to himself.

"Yeah, so?" Blaine replied out loud, but still not loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"Well we haven't seen him cry in a while and his Dad's out of hospital, so you should remind him of where he belongs."

Blaine hated this part. It was times like this when he knew it was better to just agree with them, because if he didn't then they would get suspicious and start asking questions.

"Fine," Blaine growled and he surged forward heading straight or Kurt, keeping his eyes firmly on Kurt's back, not on his ass.

"Hey Fairy!" Blaine said when he was right next to Kurt's shoulder and he shoved him into the locker, Kurt feel forward, if he wanted to he would have been able to catch himself but after years of practice he and Blaine have learnt how to make soft little pushes, like that one just then, look a lot harder then they actual are.

"Ahhh!" Kurt screamed out in fake pain as he hit the floor, and his books spilled everywhere.

The three Neanderthals burst out into laughter and patted Blaine on the back. Blaine just walked away quietly. Kurt listened to the sound of their laughter die away as they travelled down the hall. When he stood up, he wiped down his clothes and made sure they were clean of dust before he started to collect his books.

"Shit!"

His music book had split at the spine and sheet music had spread itself all over the hallway floor.

Kurt grumbled to himself as he bent down and started to collect the loose paper, making a neat pile beside his knees, he had collected almost all the sheet music when his eyes came into contact with neat, cursive writing on a small, white card. It was a note, from Blaine.

"How did he even put that there?" Kurt wondered out loud to himself.

He pocketed the note and collected the rest of the paper; he stood up and made his way back to his Math room.

When Kurt reached the room it was locked.

"Perfect! The one room in this damn school that is locked!" Kurt growled in frustration.

Annoyed with the world he dug the note out of his pocket and decided to read it now to calm himself down.

My Love, I know that it's been a very long three weeks and we are both getting annoyed and frustrated but i promise you that we can make it. We are stronger than this Kurt, we are stronger than everyone! Our love cannot be broken; it cannot be hurt or harmed by anyone or anything. It is pure and powerful and we built it together so it is ours and only ours to share together for the rest of our lives. I love you. Blaine.

Kurt folded the piece of paper carefully and slipped it into his pocket; he used his sleeve to wipe away the tears that had just started to fall down his face. He loves Blaine so much and when his boyfriend did things like this he wondered what he could have possibly done to deserve him.

"Cheer up, Beautiful."

Kurt gasped and spun his head down the hall to see Blaine walking towards him.

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked running to hug him.

"Kurt, you're my boyfriend and I love you and right now I really miss you, I ditched those dickeheads and came to find you," Blaine said placing a kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Thank you," Kurt said, leaning his forehead against Blaine's.

"Anytime, babe."

"We should go, before someone comes," Kurt said suddenly. Blaine blinked in surprise but then he quickly nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand tugging him down the hall.

"C'mon, in here," Blaine said as he pushed Kurt into the nearby unlocked door. There room was almost pitch black but there was a steam of light that came in from the hallway and Kurt could tell where they were.

"Blaine, this is the Glee Club room... are you sure we-" Kurt was going to suggest they find another room but Blaine had pulled him closer by the hips and crushed their lips together.

Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth and his bag fell off his shoulder and landed at their feet, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's back as Blaine cupped his face. Blaine's hand travelled down Kurt's body eliciting another moan from Kurt, until it found his boyfriends back pocket, Blaine squeezed and guided Kurt by the hips over to the piano and pushed him up against it. Kurt broke the kiss gasping he started to trail kisses down Blaine's jaw and neck.

"Oh God," Blaine gasped as Kurt snapped his hips into Blaine's erection, "K-Kurt." Blaine whimpered and he started to thrust his hips in time with Kurt's. Kurt stopped sucking Blaine's collarbone and instead focused on rutting his hips, both boys were panting heavily, not caring that any moment one of the were going to come in their pants.

"Yes, Blaine, yes." Kurt moaned.

Blaine was just about to pull Kurt in for a deep kiss when the choir room door was flung open. Both boys stopped immediately, they were frozen, clutching one another.

"Rachel, why do we have to have this meeting right now?" asked a voice in the darkness.

"Yeah, its lunch time and I'm hungry, why now?"

"Because we are seriously unprepared for sectionals and I would like to win!"

"Okay, jeez," another voice said.

"Yeah Rach, just chill a little... and turn the lights on would you? I can't see a thing."

"Fine."

The Choir room lights were switched on and the boys were now standing alone facing Rachel, Finn, Puck, Sam, Quinn, Mercedes, Artie, Tina and Mike.

"Blaine? Kurt? What the fuck are you two doing?" Finn roared rushing up to them; he yanked Blaine by the collar and pulled him away from Kurt. Rachel and Mercedes rushed to Kurt pulling him into a group hug, rubbing his shoulders.

"What the fuck Is going on?" Puck asked coming up beside Finn. Kurt watched as his boyfriend was slowly surrounded by tall, muscular football players, he wanted to run and put his body in between Blaine and the other boys', but he knew he had to stay where he was.

"Well... as you all might know," Blaine said, a cocky smirk formed on his face, "his Dad is out of the hospital so that means, it's time to start enforcing the rules again." Blaine flashed them all a grin.

"Fuck off, you prick!" Quinn yelled, surprising them all.

"No, I'd much rather fuck you princess," Blaine said with a wink.

Both Sam and Puck rushed forward ready to swing at Blaine. Kurt broke free of Mercedes and Rachel's grasp and he ran to his boyfriend.

"NO!" He shouted when he was in front of Blaine.

Puck and Sam skidded to a stop.

"Kurt, what the hell?" Puck growled, "Move so we can teach this fucker a lesson."

"No you can't!" Kurt said desperately, he was trying to ignore the confused looks everyone was giving him and instead focusing on a lie that would save the both of them.

"Why can't we?" Sam asked glaring at Blaine, who was still grinning cockily.

"You'll all get into trouble."

"It'll be worth it," Finn said as he moved to join Sam and Puck.

"No its not," Kurt said, he then turned to face Blaine, but he spoke to the Glee club "he's not worth it, none of you should get in trouble over this," Kurt spat.

Blaine didn't move and the whole club was silent. Kurt could see he was thinking of what he should do next.

"Suck your cock Hummel, actually no, why don't you suck my cock? You Gays are supposed to be great at that aren't you?" Blaine said with another wink.

The whole club gasped and everyone lunged at Blaine but he was too quick, he grabbed Kurt by the waist and pushed him into Sam, Finn and Puck. While they boys were trying to catch Kurt, Blaine ran out the back door.

"Mother Fucker!" Finn yelled, "Are you okay Kurt?"

"Yeah I'm fine, nice catch." Kurt said straightening himself out.

"Listen Kurt this needs to stop," Quinn said, coming up to him and pulling him into a hug, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "He has been doing this to you for years and you just let him get away with it, we need to put an end to it, or better yet put an end to him."

The club murmured in agreement.

"What? No!" Kurt said quickly, he had a feeling that this was going to end badly.

"No Quinn's right! Nobody touches my baby and gets away with it," Mercedes said in agreement adding a finger snap for emphasis on her words.

"Yeah! He needs to learn that you can't keep messing with one of us and expect to get away with it!" Sam spoke up.

"Yeah!" everyone cheered in unison, and everyone began animatedly discussing ways of getting Blaine to stop.

Shit, shit, shit! Kurt thought to himself, he needs to stop this. Now.

"No! Don't touch him!" Kurt said franticly over their loud conversations.

"What?" Finn asked, as they all quietened down.

"You can't, please don't! Like I said you'll all get into trouble and I don't want that! Please!" Kurt begged them.

"Whoa, Kurt it's okay, we won't get into-"

"You will! And it will be my fault! Please I'm begging you! I can handle this! Please!" he said even more desperately than he was before, everyone was silent, looking at him with confused faces. They must think he's crazy but he can't let them hurt Blaine, he can never let anyone hurt Blaine.

"O-Okay... we won't do anything, but Kurt, if he hurts you again... I will hurt him, I fucking hate that dick," Finn said seriously and the rest of the club nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," he breathed, and pushed past them, he picked up his bag from the floor and headed to the door. "Thank you," he said again and he walked away from their puzzled faces.

"What the hell was that?" Puck asked, to no one in particular.

"I have no idea, but I swear to God if that Douche, touches Kurt again, I will kill him!" Rachel growled.

"I agree with Man-Hands," Quinn said, nodding to Rachel.

"Yeah, you're right," Mike said "he's a dick and he deserves to know it!"

"Oh, hell to the yes!" Mercedes said, and they all looked at each other, silently making a pact to protect Kurt from, Blaine Stupid Dickhead Anderson.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah Dad, it's me," Kurt called back to his father who was sitting in his chair in front of the TV. Kurt had just walked through the door and dropped his bag down, it had been a long afternoon but he had finally made it home.

"Could you come in here for a sec?" Burt asked, he sounded faintly nervous.

"Yeah sure, Dad," Kurt walked into the lounge room and sat down on the sofa. He twisted in his seat so he was facing Burt.

"Umm I need to tell you something," Burt said awkwardly.

"What? Are you okay? Is there something wrong with your heart again?" Kurt asked his mind racing through all the horrible things Burt could possibly tell him.

"No it's nothing like that... I actually have three things I need to say," Burt explained.

Kurt's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "okay then... What's up?"

Burt shifted a little in his chair; he dug his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a phone, Kurt's phone.

"You are no longer grounded," he said as he handed Kurt's phone back, "also... This here," he said bending forward and picking up a single small key from the coffee table, "this is for the padlock on your window... I think you've endured enough punishment and I trust you'll never do anything like that again." Burt finished gruffly.

Kurt was stunned, after everything that had happened today he had never expected to come home to this. Instead of replying and thanking his dad and swearing he would never do such a thing again, he nods his head once.

"Okay... Umm good... Okay next subject is... I don't really know how to say this..." Burt gave a frustrated sigh and he began digging around in the draw of the lamp table next to him. When his hand emerged it was clutching a brown paper bag.

"What's this?" Kurt asked when Burt tossed it into his son's lap.

"Open it," Burt said and Kurt did.

"Now I'm not saying you have to use them right away, but I realise that it will probably be happening soon and I just want you to be prepared and safe," Burt said watching his son carefully.

Kurt couldn't look at his Father instead he was staring at the items that had just fallen into his lap from the bag. There was a 150ml bottle of lube, a box of twenty-four condoms and at least five pamphlets on how to have gay sex.

"Dad... I...," Every time Kurt tried to look at his father he couldn't because a blush would creep up to his cheeks.

"Listen, Bud, you don't have to say anything... Just be safe. I know I went right off about what you and Blaine did but... I know that the both of you love each other... So be respectful and when the both of you are ready... Just...yeah..." Burt trailed off uncomfortably, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt put all the items back in the brown paper bag; he then stood up to embrace his Dad in a hug.

"Dad I love you so much... Thank you... I know this must have been hard for you," Kurt pulled away and sat back on the sofa, "I know that you probably dreamed of the day when you could teach your son about girls and all-"

"Hey," Burt said, holding a hand out to cut Kurt off, "Kid, I love you. I don't care if you're gay, straight, bisexual... whatever; it doesn't matter to me... as long as you're happy... And yes it was a little awkward but I have always been there for you and I'm not going to stop that now...okay?"

"Yeah, o-okay," Kurt said, he tried to hide back his sniffle as his eyes started to water slightly at his amazing fathers words.

"Okay... I then... number three," Burt said quietly. Kurt didn't think it was possible but his Dad looked even more nervous about item number three than he did when he we practically giving his son permission to have sex.

"Kurt... I have been thinking about it for a long time, a very long time... and I have decided that I want to ask Carole and Finn to move in with us."

"Kurt?"

Kurt didn't speak, he just stared blankly at his Dad.

"Kurt?"