Kurt sped outside as fast as he could. He couldn't be more grateful to himself for not having taken his break yet. He needed desperately to get some air; his capacity to keep cool was running out by the second.

He was there, right in front of him. His father. His real father. The man who might have abandoned his mother when she got pregnant or who never even knew about his existence; Kurt couldn't know which was the case. Not until he talked to him.

But how do you talk to a stranger and tell them they're your parent? How was he even supposed to find him again? Find out where he lived?

Though he did seem like a nice guy, didn't he? A nice, regular, middle-aged guy with a nice loving wife, getting coffee together at lunchtime. That was nice, wasn't it? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Kurt told him they were father and son?

But now he had to find a way to even meet him again so he could tell him.

And he had to tell Blaine. Maybe Blaine would have an idea about that...

'I thought I'd find you here,' a familiar voice sounded somewhere just behind Kurt and he spun around to see Alan.

'Um- yeah- I had to get some air,' Kurt stammered.

Alan eyed him suspiciously.

'I don't wanna intrude or anything, but what was that about?'

With a sigh, Kurt leaned heavily on the wall next to the mall's back exit.

'I think,' he started weakly, 'I just met my biological father.'

'Oh, wow, that's- wow.' Alan exhaled with a whoosh. 'So- How do you know that?'

'The town, his name and age, some of his appearance, it just kinda adds up.' Kurt shrugged. 'I just don't know what to do with that. Right now, I just want to tell Blaine, and we're both stuck at work until later.'

Alan shifted awkwardly; it wasn't that he was homophobic. He was actually quite open-minded and thought gays should be allowed to marry. But somehow it made him uneasy when he heard his new colleague mention his boyfriend. He just wasn't used to people being casual about this kind of thing. (Little did he know that Kurt was far from casual; he was only putting on a casual face when he talked about it.)

'Don't you like, have cell phones?'

Kurt gave him a dubious look. 'It's not exactly a priority when you're a couple of homeless Amish runaways.'

An uncomfortable nod and Alan gazing at the ground followed.

'The guy you think is your father,' he began after a moment's pause, 'his name was Burt, right?'

'Yeah.'

'Bald, baseball cap, layers of flannel?,' Alan asked.

Kurt looked up abruptly. Where he had been, Alan couldn't have possibly seen the customers Kurt was serving that clearly.

'Yes. Do you know him?'

'I do. And I know where he works.'

***

Kurt couldn't stand still for the rest of the day. The thoughts of his father swirled in his mind, so that he could barely focus on his job. Burt Hummel, car mechanic, owner of Hummel Tires & Lube, married to Carole Hudson-Hummel, no kids of his own (ones that he'd know of anyway), stepfather to Carole's teenage son. That was all Alan knew, mostly from town gossip, and all he shared with Kurt, together with an address of Burt's tire shop.

A few minutes before Kurt's shift drew to a close, Blaine showed up at the Lima Bean. He could tell immediately that something happened, just by looking at his boyfriend's face, and as soon as Kurt noticed him, he sprinted out from behind the counter.

'He was here,' he blurted out.

'Who?,' Blaine asked inanely, before realising in another split second who the only person Kurt could mean was. 'Your father?'

Kurt nodded sharply.

'Yes. I'll tell you everything on the way home, okay?'

He squeezed Blaine's hand quickly and returned to his post at the cash register. It was a slow afternoon, and the next three minutes dragged on like three hours, while Kurt was banging his fingers nervously at the counter and watching the clock on the wall to the right till it struck six o'clock. And when it did, Kurt was immediately running to the locker room, leaving his apron and grabbing his things. He and Blaine were out the door within a minute.

Kurt's excitement came back in full force as he recounted the events of the day, together with all his fears and anxieties. At one point he had to stop for a moment to breathe in deeply to stop himself from hyperventilating and Blaine took his hand to stroke it soothingly.

'So what now?,' Blaine asked after Kurt had finished his story. They were just turning into the motel grounds.

'I'm not sure. Do I just say, "Hi, I think you're my dad"?' Kurt sighed heavily. 'What if I'm wrong? Maybe I'm just desperate and this is all just a coincidence, and his not my father?'

'You'll never know until you talk to him.'

They entered their dim-lit room, leaving their things by the door and dropped to the bed in sync. Kurt couldn't tell if his was more exhausted or excited by the events of the day. Perhaps it was both, with just a smattering of fear of rejection or disillusionment. He was only beginning to fully grasp how difficult his reunion with his father could turn out to be.

'I think I should go see him,' Kurt said after a moment of complete stillness.

Blaine shifted to his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

'Do you want me to come with you?'

'You know I do.' The reply was no more than a breath.

'When?'

Kurt closed his eyes and puffed the air out of his lungs, trying to think practically for a moment, without getting overwhelmed by the whirlwind of feelings he'd been feeling half of the day.

'Tomorrow. We both get off work earlier. We might still catch him at the tire shop. Alan gave me directions, it's close to the Lima Bean.'

'I'll pick you up after work, like today,' Blaine said, pushing Kurt's hair gently away from his forehead. 'Do you need me to do anything else?'

Kurt's eyes opened and focused on Blaine's hazel ones.

'Distract me,' he whispered.

They had never discussed being intimate with each other. They had shared a bed, they had cuddled, they had made out, but they had never really talked about what they wanted to do to each other. It wasn't that they didn't want to have sex at all. Because they were absolutely convinced they did, no matter what their thoughts about the sinfulness of the act itself were. It was just a subject that was taboo for them growing up, and it still remained so even now, if only for the simple reason that no one had ever made it seem like something to talk about.

And they didn't stop to talk about it. It didn't matter that they hardly knew what to do at all.

Kurt pulled Blaine down to kiss him deeply, while Blaine's hands instinctively grabbed Kurt's shirt and began tugging it up until finally it went off to be discarded somewhere on the floor. Their fingers intertwined, as their hands grasped at each other desperately on top of the covers. Blaine pulled away for a moment, taking in the unspeakable beauty in front of his eyes. The beauty that stole his heart and soul, and damned him to hell, but in that moment he couldn't care less. Kurt was there with him. Kurt loved him. Kurt was his. And it was all that mattered.

He began peppering Kurt's chest with a million kisses, going lower and lower with each one, and then he stopped. He looked up at his boyfriend's blissed out face.

'Kurt-,' he said uncertainly. 'May I-?'

'Yes,' was the short decisive answer.

'I love you,' Blaine said, and kissed Kurt on the lips one more time, before going back to undress him.