Burt's Pov

After spending all of my time with Finn for the last few weeks, it's nice knowing Kurt is still reaching out hang out with his dear old dad.

But, then again, the notes usually say something creepy or mysterious... and he hasn't done one of these mystery nights in quite a while. Why now all of the sudden...

And this note is… very specific..

I walked down the stairs and into Kurt's room, and what I find confused the hell out of me...

What?

"Whoa... Am i interrupting something?"

Kurt started sitting up, pulling a GIRL off of his lap.

A girl!

"You sure are." he said.

Ok, no i'm not. what the hell is he doing? That looks like the girl who's behind he smacked when he was blasting music down here like, 6 months ago. Or did he smack the Asian girls behind... Ok, whatever. He's making out with a girl.

I guess the sign was accurate.

"Ok, i'm confused. I uh... came home to find this note on your doorknob. 'do not enter under any circumstances. i am making out with a girl.' I thought it was just the start of one of your murder mystery dinners."

He is still dressed like a trucker, something he started about a week ago, he's got his arm around a girl. Probably a cheerleader, and she must be insane to not know that Kurt like, flammable gay. And that's not insulting. it's fact. he says it about himself all the time.

But right now, he looks straight.

He really does.

"Dad, i really need you to respect my privacy. Brittany and i were just uh, having sexual relations."

This girl, apparently her name is Brittany, was smiling like this was normal for her to be caught in the act. I wanted to crack up. Not because i doubted him, but because that just sounds absolutely ridiculous. What 15-year-old tells their father that their doing inappropriate things with their girlfriend.

And is this his girlfriend now?

Ok. i am so lost. He came out to me officially 6 months ago. i knew all along, but still. I was so proud of him for having such courage, but... ok, the girl just waved at me.

"Hi." I breathed to her. Is she taking advantage of him?

I looked at Kurt and ushered him to come chat with me across the room for a bit. I need to know what the hell is going on.

"Kurt, I've uh. i've been sort of dealing for months with you being gay and everything... Now you're telling me that's not the case?"

He never faltered his face. his face remained somber, and he was using his lower register voice that he usually had reserved for when he was ill or making fun of me, or another male. "Dad, you and i have more in common than i would've thought. The flannel.. The Mellancamp..."

Ok. i get it now. I should've realized this last week when he started dressing like this and asking me about John Mellancamp. I thought it was just some assignment for that Glee club or something, but this seemed unrelated. Something else was going on.

"The ladies" he dragged out the last word.

I followed his squinted stare to look at Brittany.

Ok. sure. The ladies... What the hell are you saying Kurt? He has never once been interested in girls. not even a little. So i know he is not suddenly bisexual.

Ok screw it. I'm just going to play along. This phase will pass.

"Ok, well. You're free to be whoever you are. Just let me know when you make up your mind? I'm gonna do the best i can. But i'm good either way."

He truly looks straight. He looks like a teenage boy who wanted to be alone with his girlfriend would look. He's not cracking. But this boy is not Kurt at all. This isn't my son. Why is he trying to be straight? I don't understand this at all.

But whatever. i'll play along. i know they wont actually do anything. Hes putting up this front for some reason i don't understand yet but, ill play along.

I turned back to the couch. "Nice to meet you."

She waved back politely with a blushing smile, and then i turned back to Kurt. "You kids be... careful?" I can't believe i am saying this. "And you've got to respect her! OK, if things get serious, use protection."

Kurt seriously just smiled and looked like he was glad i was leaving.

Did i kind of just give my 15 year old son permission to have sex as long as he is safe?

No. No, there's no way he is actually going to be thinking of that. He and i hadn't even had 'the talk' yet. But we haven't because i know that he has never been interested in sex. He still rolls his eyes, and turns away when he sees Carole and i kiss each other.

I got to the top of the steps, and shut his door. I need a beer.

Kurt Pov

"Does he mean like a burglar alarm?"

I rolled my eyes at her... Oh she is so clueless. I don't know anything about sex, and i knew what my dad meant.

I went back to the couch to sit under Brittany again, and resume kissing. i guess if this is what my dad wants, i could get used to kissing Brittany It didn't necessarily feel bad. It just didn't make me feel any butterflies like i used to get when i looked at Finn. (and god i hated admitting that i ever liked Finn. that idea just seems creepy to me now that we are more or less, stepbrothers. It's happening soon.) Kissing Brittany was ok. I mean, if I imagine that this is a boy, it is okay.

Kind of.

"Do you have condoms?" She asked me biting her bottom lip, and her hand drifting back to my...

I didn't push her hand away like i did the first time she reached there, but i stopped it at the top of my thigh not letting it travel any further. Did she seriously think that my dad really meant for us to use protection? No, she couldn't think that. She didn't even know what protection meant a few seconds ago.

"Con- Britt, Were not actually gonna have sex."

She looked extremely confused. "Why not?"

I wanted to face palm, but Brittany was special. It's not her fault. I have to remain nice. "Because i don't have any protection."

Her hand started sliding towards my zipper again, as she said, "We don't need protection. We just need a condom."

I sighed, "Protection IS, a condom."

She just looked confused, and as i was about to start shaking my head, her hand landed to rest right on top of my...

Ok, that feels nice.

Nonono. I can't do this.

"Britt." I told her moving her hand again. "I've never done this before. And we don't have a condom anyway."

Brittany just kept coming closer until she was sitting on top of my, now growing problem since she was rubbing it a minute ago.

"We don't need a condom. You can just pull out before your Jimmy throws up. Guys do it all the time."

Did she just say my 'jimmy'?

I was in deep thought for a minute trying to figure out what the heck she was talking about. "My Jimmy throws up?"

"Yeah you know." She said, But i really didn't know, and before i could voice that fact, i once again, felt her hand on my... apparently my Jimmy.

Okay, That sounds ridiculous.

But i couldn't concentrate anymore. my brain was starting to go a little fuzzy as Brittany kept rubbing me through my coveralls.

I have never really done this to myself before because i just never felt comfortable, but right now, i felt like i needed Brittany to stop because i am getting too comfortable. My eyes being closed, and my imagination is playing tricks on me. I'm not seeing that It's Brittany doing this. I am just feeling it being done.

"Aren't i making you feel good?"

Oh. there's my reality. a girls voice.

I snapped out of it again.

"Wait, Britt, i don't know what i'm doing. this isn't right. I cant do this to you."

Brittany just dipped to kiss me again, and with one of her hands, she took off my cap to twine her fingers in my hair. I really didn't like her hands in my hair. Noone touches my hair! But I pushed my annoyance away for now.

"You don't have to do anything. I'll show you."

And once again, she was rubbing me through my overalls. But this time i wasn't going to push her hand away.

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Both of us were bare chested and bare backed now. Would it be gay of me to say that i am scared? Well. i am scared. I have never done this before, and i have never even thought about doing this. I'm not attracted to Brittany.

At all.

Shes not boyish, or guyish or manly, and that's what i like. I look at muscle magazines! I fantasize about kissing boys, I even asked her what boys lips taste like because that is all I could think about while kissing her!

She doesn't have a boys voice, she doesn't wear boys clothes, and she has long hair, and i never thought of wanting a girlfriend. but, now that she is peppering kisses along my body, and my eyes are closed, i don't see that she is a girl. I just feel that it is someone, and it feels nice.

Part of me though felt a little bit guilty, like i am using her because she's making me feel good. This isnt right. As i opened my eyes to try and stop her i noticed.

I didn't realize that her skirt came off. Or her- OH MY GOD!

I might've lost my erection a little bit at the naked lower half of Brittany's body. It wasn't gross or anything, just not... i dunno. All my mind thought of was, 'vagina' and i didn't find it appealing. It just didn't do anything for me.

"Are you ready to do it?" She whispered in my ear.

I felt like i was shaking. did she feel me shaking? surely if she feels that i'm nervous, she'll stop right?

right?

but do i even want her to stop?

i have no idea. i cant- i cant think straight with her hand palming me bringing my hard on back against my head's better judgement.

This is for my dad.

So i nodded.

She pulled me out of my boxers, and pulled them to my mid thigh.

"Be slow with me please? I'm kind of scared."

Her answer was just a big smile, with her cheeks a bright red that could even be seen in the faint candlelight in this basement. She slightly nodded her head before she attached her lips to mine, and sat her warm, midsection over my... warm midsection.

She grabbed my length in her warm and soft hand and pushed it into her oh so slowly.

I gasped a stuttered inhale.

This felt so much better than the hand that was just on it... It felt taut, tight, yet not tight enough, and wet.

I can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to be inside of a guy too. It was probably even tighter.

At the thought of that alone, i got harder, and let my eyes drift closed.

A warm tight blanket of space was moving up and down, up and down on my length, and it was 60% nice, and 40% uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable not only because her walls are hugging me snugly, and i was aching just a bit at the squeezing around me, but because this isn't right.

What am I doing?

This is a girl that I have no feelings for. I am not attracted to her. I mean sure she's pretty, but that's because she is a nice person. Not because she is a girl.

Brittany started to moan ever so softly, and I felt my length get softer at hearing the sound. It kind of turned me off.

Hearing a girl moaning. But still, I kissed her so she wouldn't make any more sounds. One, I'd rather finish this sooner, and 2, I didn't want my dad to come in here. I know he didn't really mean to give me permission to do this. He just didn't think that i would really do anything. And besides, even if he did, i wasn't doing either of the things that he said to.

Use protection, and respect Brittany.

I feel terrible doing this. I'm terrible and not respecting her at all doing this!

She brought my thoughts to a halt by kissing my bottom lip once fast, and then she breathed heavily. Without her moaning, and my eyes shut again, I noticed that it was anybody on top of me again. And not a girl.

At those thoughts consuming my mind again, combined with the tightness around my firm member, I felt warmth in the pit of my stomach. It was pooling in my lower belly, and I felt it.

Oh god, I have to pull out. I panicked a little as I felt it coming out a little and i knew that i had to stop, now. I remember enough basic human life science to know that sperm shouldn't be released inside.

"B- Brittany. Get off, I'm- I have to. i'm..."

Thankfully, she got what i was trying to say, even though i couldn't form a coherent word with my orgasm hitting me, and she lifted me out of her and then leant her head down to it. She grasped at it and started to pull at it, a little more roughly than before, and too soon, i felt relief, and wet strings of goo all over my stomach and groin.

Britt let my- thing go, and i softened right at the loss of contact. She kissed it and then she sat up next to me.

"You're really big Kurt. Really big. It's so hot."

Hmm. That's good to know I guess.

And then it hit me.

Holy sweet hell…..

Did i just lose my virginity?

To a girl?

I just had sex with a girl, and... and kind of liked it...?

But no, i was imagining it wasn't a girl the entire time... so, maybe not.

But still….

oh my god. I am gay, and I just slept with a girl to make my dad proud of me….

What did I do….?

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