But Burt had always hoped that Elizabeth would be here to give their boy this talk. Burt had no idea what he was doing. This was as new to him as it was to Kurt. Burt and Edward had gone to the clinic together to get pamphlets and learn about it as much as they could so that if their boys had any questions they could help them out.

Burt eyed the pamphlets again and sighed. Elizabeth would know what to say, make the inevitable talk much less awkward than Burt was bound to make it. He wasn't famed for his smoothness.

Burt heard the front door open and took a deep breath. He could do this. He had to, for Kurt.

"Hi Dad," Kurt greeted, coming into the kitchen. Kurt was still in his Dalton uniform, Annie having dropped him off. Both Kurt and Blaine had been surprised when they had been told that they couldn't see each other this afternoon but didn't object.

"How was school?" Burt asked, trying to buy time before making the afternoon decidedly awkward.

"Good," Kurt beamed and Burt was happy to see Kurt smiling about school for once instead of being close to tears. "We are learning a new song in glee club."

"That's great, kid," Burt smiled. "I need to talk to you."

Kurt frowned and leaned against the kitchen sink, eyebrow raised. "Is everything OK?" He asked, his face a picture of concern.

"Everything's fine," Burt assured him. "We just need to talk."

"About what?" Kurt asked, frowning.

"Sex," Burt said bluntly and Kurt choked on his own saliva, face going from its beautiful porcelain tone to beet red in seconds.

"What?" Kurt spluttered.

"You and Blaine are getting serious," Burt said, ignoring Kurt's protests, "and even if you weren't, we would have had to have this conversation sooner or later."

"Why now?" Kurt whined.

"Just, come sit down," Burt jerked his head to the living room and turned on his heel, striding in.

Kurt followed him at much slower pace and settled himself on the couch while Burt sat in his chair. Burt cleared his throat and Kurt brought his knees up to his chest, curling in on himself which Burt knew to be a defence mechanism.

"I went and got pamphlets for you to read over," Burt told Kurt, shifting awkwardly, "and I want you to read them."

"You went to a clinic for me?" Kurt asked, eyes wide and his face red, "and learnt about...?"

"Course I did," Burt grunted.

"Thank you," Kurt said quietly and Burt smiled.

"Now, I would prefer it if you saved sex until your 30th birthday as a present to yourself but I know that's not going to happen. Not with how you and Blaine are made for each other," Burt told his son, "but I don't want you to be pressured into anything."

"Dad!" Kurt cried, indignantly. "Blaine would never!"

"I know he wouldn't and you wouldn't pressure him," Burt amended hastily. "But I want it to be when you are both ready and it's special for the two of you."

"It will, Dad," Kurt's flush deepened.

"I know you may be progressing in your relationship –" Burt continued but Kurt cut him off.

"Oh my god, Dad!" Kurt cried, eyes darting around the room as he desperately tried to avoid his father's gaze. "We really aren't there yet."

Burt looked so relieved that Kurt would have laughed if he wasn't feeling so awkward. "Good," Burt grunted. "Now – er, if you have any questions, just ask."

Kurt nodded and took the pamphlets that Burt was holding out to him. "Thanks, Dad," Kurt blushed. "I'll be in my room." Kurt fled from the living room and down to his basement. He dived onto the bed and shuddered. Though he was scarred for life, he couldn't help but feel impressed with his dad. He had gone out and learnt about gay sex just for him, so that Kurt could ask questions if he needed it. Kurt looked at the pamphlets and began to read. He supposed he owed his dad that much.

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Blaine watched Kurt walk into his house before Annie pulled away from the curb. "Blaine," Annie said, breaking Blaine out of his Kurt–daydream.

"Hmm?"

"When we get home, your dad and I need to speak to you," Annie told him.

"Oh, what about?" Blaine asked, head cocked to one side.

"You'll see," Annie smiled mysteriously and Blaine was definitely curious. Annie asked about his day as they drove, easily distracting him.

They pulled up to the house and jumped out. When they got in, Annie led him to the living room and Blaine was surprised to see his father waiting for him. "Hey Dad," he grinned, flopping on the couch next to him.

Edward smiled and Annie sat on Blaine's other side. "Did your mum tell you we wanted to talk to you?" Edward asked.

Blaine nodded. "She didn't tell me what about, though."

Edward looked to Annie, who nodded. Edward cleared his throat and handed Blaine some pamphlets. Blaine looked at them and the tips of his ears instantly turned crimson, a clear sign he was embarrassed. "Is this – is this a sex talk?" Blaine asked, voice hoarse.

"Kurt's getting the same talk," Annie smiled. "We just want to make sure that you boys are safe and understand what you are doing."

"We aren't doing anything," Blaine protested.

"Not yet," Edward interrupted. "But you boys are serious and you're both teenage boys."

"We aren't ready yet," Blaine told them quietly.

Annie smiled at him. "We just want you to be prepared when you are."

"If you have any questions, just ask," Edward said to Blaine. "We don't want you to feel that you can't talk to us."

"Thanks," Blaine lifted his head to look at both his parents. "I'm going to go read these." Blaine smiled at them before jumping off the couch and hurrying to his room.

Edward scooted closer to Annie and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her cheek sweetly.

"You did good honey," Annie beamed at her husband. "Thank you for going with Burt to get the pamphlets."

"I just hope his talk went as well as ours," Edward chuckled.

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Upstairs, Blaine flopped on his bed and looked at the art on the front of pamphlet sceptically. He opened it with shaking hands and glanced over it. Blaine quickly pulled out his phone and hit speed dial number one, holding it to his ear.

"Hi, Blaine," his boyfriend's beautiful voice floated into his ear.

"Hi," Blaine grinned. "Guess what?"

"What?" Kurt asked.

"I just got a sex talk," he said bluntly and Kurt gasped.

"You too?"

"Mum said Burt was giving you one," Blaine chuckled.

"He gave me pamphlets," Kurt told him.

"I got them too," Blaine assured him. "I'm looking at them now."

"Me too," Kurt whispered and Blaine could picture how Kurt's cheeks would be adorably flushed.

"What do you think so far?" Blaine asked, curious to hear his answer.

"I trust you," Kurt answered and Blaine heart sped up, "and I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine beamed. He would never tire of telling Kurt this or hearing it in return. "We should read these together some time."

"We should," Kurt agreed. "Soon," Blaine grinned and hugged his pillow. "Blaine? I'm sorry but I have to go. Dad's calling me."

"No problem," Blaine smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Love you," Kurt told him.

"Love you too," Blaine replied and waited until Kurt had hung up before putting down his phone.

Blaine finished reading the pamphlets and put them safely in his bedside drawer before starting on the homework he had been assigned. Blaine couldn't help but glance over at the drawer occasionally. He loved how open his relationship was with Kurt, how they could talk about anything with each other.

He knew that Kurt had never been truly comfortable with the idea of sex, not with all the hateful slurs thrown their way and the filthy limericks that were written on the bathroom walls about him at Westerville High but they were slowly making progress.

Blaine was perfectly happy with the pace they were going. He wanted Kurt to be comfortable with whatever they did so they could both enjoy the pleasures of sex. Blaine finished his homework and pulled out his guitar, strumming an unfamiliar tune as he thought about his beautiful boyfriend.

Kurt finished the pamphlets later on that night after dinner and put them away safely. He leaned back on his pillows, sketch book in his lap. Sex didn't seem that threatening after reading the pamphlets and Kurt knew that Blaine would be loving and gentle, not at all like the limericks suggested.

With Blaine, he had nothing to be afraid of. Kurt knew that he was ready. He was ready to move forward with Blaine, ready to give him everything.