Hummel House

Kurt was asleep the second his head hit the pillow when he arrived home at 2:30 in the morning. Before he left, Kurt had to force Blaine to stay in his room instead of walking him to his car. It'd be one thing if Kurt was caught. But quite another if the Warbler's lead singer was caught out of his bedroom after curfew. Kurt asked Blaine if he wanted to go to the Spring Carnival with him and Zach on Friday. It took some convincing because Blaine was still in the mind set that he didn't like Zach. He explained it away as "Old habits die hard," but promised to go and give Zach a chance because it meant so much to Kurt. They kissed each other goodbye and Kurt snuck out of the dorm house undetected. He had to crawl through a window to do it, because a security guard was doing his rounds at the same time as Kurt's escape, but he made it out unscathed and unsuspected.

He'd become an expert at walking in his own house while everyone was asleep so getting away with that was a piece of cake. The one thing Kurt didn't expect was his Dad waking him up at 6:00 AM. "Kurt come downstairs and have breakfast with me please." Kurt heard the tone in his father's voice. He didn't have an option. He rolled himself out of bed and grabbed a pair of pajama pants because he was too tired when he got home to change his clothes so he went to bed in his underwear.

He somehow made it downstairs and into the kitchen where a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice was waiting for him on the kitchen island. Burt Hummel had the same lay out with a bowl of fresh cut fruit that sit in the middle of the island between them.

"Good morning," Burt said with a piece of pineapple in the side of his mouth. His eyes were stern.

Kurt rubbed his eyes and scratched his head. He was sure his hair looked like a mess. "Good morning." He sat down across from his father and took a sip of orange juice. He swallowed it and yawned.

"You wanna tell me why you weren't in your bed when I went to say good night to you last night?"

Kurt was too tired to be shocked that he was caught. "Because I drove to Dalton to see Blaine."

"And you didn't think it wasn't something that could have waited until today?"

"I wasn't really thinking clearly so it didn't occur to me that it could have waited."

"You're lucky Finn is an awful liar."

"You knew where I was?"

"Yes. That's why I didn't have the cops out looking for you. Don't ever do that again Kurt. I saw you go up to your room and when I look in on you, you're no where to be found and no one knows where you are… that's terrifying for a parent."

"If you knew, why did you ask me where I was?"

"I wanted to know if you'd be honest with me."

"I'm too tired to lie. I was at Dalton. I'm sorry for making you worried. I know I should have asked permission first, but I'm not sorry I did it."

"What happened?"

"I sort of had a revelation about Blaine and I and I needed to talk to Blaine in person about it… I was a little overzealous."

"So are you two back together?"

"Yes."

"And Zach?"

"Straight and just a friend."

"Will he be here for Friday Night dinner this week?"

"I don't know. If he comes can you promise me that you won't treat him any differently that you used to?"

"I can promise that."

"Thank you."

"When did you get in?"

"Some time after 2:30." Kurt took a bite of his cereal, starting to wake up a bit more.

"You're grounded."

"What?"

"You're grounded."

"But I was honest with you."

"You still snuck out of the house and broke curfew. Hell, you shattered it. Curfew is ten o'clock and you were, oh, four and a half hours late. If a worker of mine showed up four and a half hours late for work, I'd fire him on the spot. So you're grounded this weekend."

"But the Spring Carnival is this weekend. I have to go."

"Not any more you don't."

"New Directions has a booth that I'm signed up for. We all have to help."

"I'm sure Mr. Sheuster will understand."

"Dad. I'm seventeen. You've never grounded me."

"You've never done anything this stupid. What if you'd gotten into a car accident and I didn't even know you were out of the house? If you don't like being grounded then let's hope it's your first and last. I mean it, Kurt, Blaine can come over on Friday, but you're not going out."

Kurt huffed and stood up, abandoning his breakfast. "I'm going back to bed."

Burt was grinning, happy with his parenting skills and thinking Kurt's adolescent reactions were funny.

Kurt had the last laugh when he turned before exiting the kitchen and saw his father's expression. He was annoyed. "For the record, I don't regret sneaking out. The make up sex was AWESOME! Totally worth being grounded over." Kurt smiled at Burt's reaction. His smile went away and he dropped his spoon in the bowl. Kurt kept grinning all the way back to his bed and fell back asleep.

Burt had lost his appetite at the thought of his son having sex. He wasn't sure if Kurt was serious or not, but something told him that his son wasn't joking. He pushed his bowl away and put his head in his hands. It could be worse, he thought. He could be straight and impregnating a girl. He put all the dishes in the sink and thanked whatever higher power there was for small miracles like having a son who wasn't impregnating other teens, or throwing himself around at too many people to count. Instead, Kurt was a well mannered young man, who is only now developing an attitude. Yes, it could be worse. I could have Puck for a son.

McKinley High

B- So no carnival after all?

K- No. Grounded. You can still come over though. If you want.

B- I want.

K- Good. We can have really loud sex until he makes us leave.

B- I think he'd make ME leave… in a body bag. You will most likely be kept in your tower, princess.

K- *pout* yep. Totally worth getting grounded over.

B- What should I tell James about Saturday?

K- What do you mean?

B- His and I's "date" *vomits*

K- Go with him. He promised no touching, right? He did you a favor.

B- Didn't think that would be your answer. I really don't want to go.

K- What's the worst that could happen?

B- Famous last words.

K- Here's what you can do. Ask him to postpone and reschedule it as a group thing for the following weekend.

B- That's the weekend of the concert.

K- We'll go out Friday night for glow-bowling or something.

B- You bowl?

K- I had to get my own shoes, but yes.

B- Are you any good?

K- Not really, but I don't try very hard either. I care more about not ruining my manicure than knocking down pins.

B- I love you.

K- I love you.

K- I have to go. Mercedes is threatening to throw my phone in the toilet if I don't start paying attention to her for at least ten minutes during lunch.

B- Give my apologies to her for me. See you at rehearsal today?

K- Yep. See you then.

B- Can't wait.

K- Love you

B- I fall deeper in love with you every time you I read or hear you say that. I still can't believe I got so lucky to have you… twice

K- I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

K- We're both lucky. Now I'm getting death threats. I really have to go.

"So, the make up sex was that good, huh?" Zach asked before taking a bite of salad.

Kurt sent him a wide eyed look and blushed. He hadn't told him anything, but Zach knew that Kurt spending all day on the phone meant that he was talking to Blaine.

"Make up sex?" Mercedes asked. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Blaine and I are back together."

"When did this happen?"

"After you bitch slapped some sense into me. Thanks by the way."

"I will gladly yell at you anytime." Mercedes took a sip from her snapple bottle.

"Oh, that reminds me." Kurt turned to Zach. "I can't go on Friday."

"Why?" Zach looked concerned. "Don't tell me you're dumping me now that you have your boyfriend back."

"God no! I wouldn't do that. I'm grounded for breaking curfew."

"What time did you get back?" Zach took another bite of salad.

"After 2:30."

"Damn, Kurt!" Mercedes exclaimed.

"So the make up sex really was good, then?" Zach winked.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Good is an understatement. Sex with Blaine is always incredible." He smirked. "And his dick is bigger than yours." He winked.

"Aaaannnnd I'm not hungry anymore." Mercedes pushed her tray away from herself. "How would you know?"

"Wanna get together after school and find out?" Zach flirted.

Mercedes stifled a giggle. "No. If I wanted a femme boy, I'd go after Kurt again."

"What is it with people thinking I'm gay?" Zach asked. "Do I give off gay?"

Kurt smiled and spooned yogurt and granola into his mouth. "Well, you were holding my hand for a few weeks. That could have done it."