This, of course, confused the hell out of Burt and the other workers. From what it seemed, he and Blaine were beginning to become good pals. And Burt, of course, wasn't one to just let things slide right under his nose.

Kurt was sitting in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal when Burt found him.

"Hey, Kurt."

"Hi, dad."

"So, any plans for tonight?"

"Aside from staying home, locked in my room, and reading until I pass out, no."

"Oh." They were silent for a moment. "I just would've figured you'd go out and do something. You know, with like Blaine or someone."

Kurt pushed his bowl away, sighing. "Is there something you'd like to say?"

"Well, that depends, is there something you'd like to talk about?"

"No, not really."

"You sure?" Burt pushed. "Not even why you and Blaine have mysteriously stopped speaking and how you've been avoiding him at all cost?"

Kurt stood, rinsed his bowl out, and placed it in the dish washer. "I haven't been avoiding him."

"Ernie told me he had to take a leak out back, because you locked yourself into the bathroom for twenty minutes, which just so happens to be the amount of time Blaine spent at the shop."

"Look, Dad, Blaine . . . He's just not the type of person I wanna be around, okay?"

Burt was silent for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. "Did he say something to you? Call you a name or something? Cause if he did, just say the word, and I'll make me take his business elsewhere."

"What! No, dad. Not like that. Besides, with all the money he's making us, it would be pointless to turn him away." Kurt sighed, hanging his head. "He's gay."

Burt made an expression, something caught between confusion and understanding. "Oh." He said. "And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes." Kurt answered quickly. "No. I mean, I don't know. Look! We both know I'm not a people person-"

"You used to be!" Burt cut in. "You used to love people. Loved being around them, and talking to them, and bossing them around."

"Things changed, dad. I've changed. Look, I like Blaine, but after what happened . . . I don't know if I can handle that type of friendship anymore."

Burt sighed, making his way to the opening between the kitchen and the hallway. "Alright. I'm not gonna say anymore . . . After this." Kurt rolled his eyes - like he hasn't heard this a million and one times. "You say you're not ready the that kind of friendship. Alright, I can understand that. But time has passed, Kurt. Now I'm not saying to go jump this kid's bones or anything, but I think it's time you go out and hang with people your own age. Live a little, ya know? Just think about it."

Kurt sighed angrily, tossing one of the dish towels beside him into the sink. Why did his father always have to make sense?