Kurt walked into his house just two minutes shy of curfew and knew his dad would be awake waiting for him, despite probably being exhausted from work. "Kurt?" came his father's voice from the living room. He slipped his shoes off and poked his head into the living room to say goodnight.

"Hi, dad."

"Cutting it close aren't you?"

"Isn't that what curfews are for? Being back by a certain time? I'm two minutes early."

"You're right. Sorry." The two looked awkwardly at each other for a few seconds. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah."

"How's Blaine?"

"Blaine's good."

"Where'd he take you to eat?"

Kurt froze. "Oh. Um. Well."

"You did go out for dinner, right?"

"Please don't be mad at me."

"Ah. Jesus, Kurt. Just tell me you didn't have sex because it's really one thing I can't handle to think about. I don't want to start worrying about my son skirting around behind my back."

Kurt answered quickly. "No sex. Honest, Dad. Clothes stayed on the entire time." He looked at his father earnestly in hopes Burt would believe him. "Dinner was in the plans, but we really just wanted to spend some time together. It was nice to be able to spend time with someone who knows what I'm going through."

"Going through? Kurt are you having problems at school again? Cause if you are I swear to God I'll murder that Karofsky kid."

"No! Dad it's not that." Kurt sounded drained to Burt.

"Come on in here. Have a seat."

This wasn't a conversation Kurt wanted to be having, but felt that it might do him good to get it all out. Also, he was continually touched that his father cared so much. Kurt plopped himself on the couch and waited for his father to start the line of questioning. "What's buggin' you?"

"Nothing's really bugging me. It's just-" he thought for a moment. Did he really want to rehash a sex talk with his father? Perhaps I'll edit, he thought. "It's Blaine."

"What about him?"

"It's not even him. I don't really know how to explain it. I miss him."

Burt smiled. Kurt didn't understand why. "Ah. The distance is getting to you."

"Yeah! It's getting to both of us. I mean, we see each other on weekends and stuff, but it just seems like we never get any time for just us. Then when we finally have a night to ourselves, and we spend most of the night complaining about how we wish we had more time instead of actually making good use of the time we do have."

"Define 'good use.'"

Kurt wasn't going to fall into his trap. He knew Burt was waiting for Kurt to mention something sexual so he could freak out about it, but Kurt knew what to say. "I don't know, Dad. I'm seventeen. How about anything other than crying?" He shook his head involuntary. "I was with him for less than three hours and spend a large chunk of that time wiping away tears and apologizing."

"Kurt, can I ask you something? It' s something I've been curious about, since Blaine started coming around here."

"Sure," he answered slowly.

"I know you're an emotional person. You wear your heart on your sleeve and that's cool and all. Most guys have a lot of trouble expressing, but how does Blaine react when you, you know, cry?"

Kurt didn't have to think about the answer to this question. "He's very supportive. He's generally a positive person so he's good at calming me. It doesn't seem to bother him. What does bother him is when I apologize for being emotional. He hates that. Blaine's not always strong though. He cries too." Flashes of Blaine sobbing in the bathroom after the Sectionals party popped into his mind.

"Well, that's good. I know I've said it before, but I'm really glad you have someone like him in your life. I've never seen you so happy than when he's around."

"Thanks Dad." Kurt smiled a genuine smile. He stood up and started to walk to the stairs.

"One last thing, Kurt." Kurt turned back around and looked cautiously at his father. "The next time you wanna go to Dalton, just ask, okay? I don't wanna be thinking that my son is alone with another seventeen year old. A good looking one at that." Kurt blushed. "I mean it. You nabbed a good looking kid."

"Okay Dad, I got it."

"My point is that if something went wrong and I had to come get you, I don't wanna be surprised that you weren't at Rachel's house when you said you'd be. I'm just asking for honesty."

"Alright."

"I'll warn you that I may not always say yes, but I understand that it's harder for you to have a public relationship than Finn so I promise to try my best to be understanding. I want you two to have as normal a relationship as everyone else's."

"Even if that means your son is alone in a dorm room with a very good looking seventeen year old boy who has feelings for you son?"

Burt chuckled. Half of his chuckle was uncomfortable and the other half was genuine laughter. "You really like this kid?"

He wanted honesty, Kurt thought. "I'm in love with him." He couldn't help, but smile. Burt pondered what that meant for his son. He was happy for him.

Kurt was once so miserable and hated who he was. Now he has no fear. "That's awesome, Kurt." He meant it. Kurt knew he meant it. "And Blaine? He uh-" Burt waved his fingers between himself and Kurt to signify some form of connection.

"Yeah, Dad. He actually told me tonight that he was in love with me too." He paused and made a face. "Hence more crying."

Burt didn't know what to say to his son. He was happy for him and felt all the love a parent could feel at the thought of their child's first love. "You know, I love you too, Kurt."

Kurt smiled awkwardly. "Does that mean I'm not grounded?" Both men laughed together and said their good nights. Kurt walked up to his room and heard his father's footsteps dragging their way to Burt and Carol's room. He would be asleep in ten minutes, Kurt was sure.

An hour had passed since he'd been home and he finished his moisturizing routine and texted Blaine to tell him he got home all right and his father wasn't mad that he drove to Dalton. Blaine responded by texting: I love you.

Kurt wasn't really tired, but laid down anyway. He could see the starry night outside his bedroom window and the moonlight illuminated his room brilliantly. He momentarily thought of Blaine kissing him earlier that night and trying to take off his pants. He thought about how they'd never done anything below the belt before and wondered, had Blaine not stopped to tell him he loved him, how far things would have gone. Kurt felt himself tense involuntarily. He flexed his groin and lower abdomen muscles to release the tension and felt the warm sensation of arousal course through his body.

He tried to shake off the horny feeling and decided that he couldn't sleep because the moonlight was too bright. He got out of bed, adjusting his dick when he stood and walked to close the curtains. He looked out the window and saw his car at the end of the drive way. He puckered his lips as a thought popped in his head of driving back to Dalton. He could hear his father snoring, and he was positive that even if Finn was awake, he was probably laying in bed with his ear buds in. Carol took Ambien to sleep so a bomb could go off and she wouldn't wake up. No one would know he left as long as he came back early enough in the morning.

Kurt adjusted himself again, feeling a longing for someone to touch him there other than himself. "Fuck, I'm going to get in so much trouble if I get caught." He decided to act quickly if he was going to do this before he convinced himself not to. He grabbed the pants he wore earlier to see Blaine and an under shirt from his drawer. Fashion was not really the goal for this trip. He tiptoed down the hallway and skipped over the steps on the stairs that creaked. He reached for the car keys in the key bowl and clutched them tightly so they wouldn't jingle. He slipped his feet into the shoes he wore earlier that were still at the door and took a deep breath exiting the door, not believing he was actually going through with his idea. He closed the door slowly and exhaled when the door was closed. He jumped when he heard a car door shut. He whipped around and illuminated by the moonlight, wearing a grin and arms crossed across the chest, was Blaine.