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Make Me Over: Chapter 12


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 36/36 - Created: Dec 16, 2012 - Updated: Jun 03, 2013
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Burt awoke the following morning to find the house quiet. Finn had left the night before, Carole had had an early shift at work and Kurt and Blaine were still in bed. Burt sighed in content as he sat himself up slowly, careful not to move too fast. He made his way out of his bedroom and stopped outside of Kurt's, he pushed the door open, just to check that everything was ok, he told himself as an excuse to spy on his son, and smiled at what he saw.

Kurt was curled up against Blaine's chest, their fingers interlocked and their arms were wrapped around each other. Burt smiled at the fact that both men were still clothed in their pyjamas, he liked that Blaine wasn't forcing Kurt into doing things that he wasn't mentally ready for and he was proud of Kurt for not doing things only because he thought that that was what Blaine wanted.

He smiled again as he quietly shut the door behind him and made his way downstairs, going to read the morning paper.

It was around a half an hour later when Burt heard a set of footsteps making their way into the kitchen, he lifted his head from the sports section to see a sleepy Blaine enter through the door.

"Morning Blaine,"

"Morning Burt," Blaine yawned, covering his mouth with his right hand, "Sleep ok?" he asked as moved over to the jug and switched it on.

"Yeah, thanks. Hey this arrived for you about fifteen minutes ago," he said, gesturing to the small package sitting on the table.

"Oh thank god," he laughed at Blaine's sigh of relief and watched as he quickly moved to unwrap the package, "That's so much better," he smiled when he had pushed his glasses on, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the new and better focus.

"You forget them?" Burt asked.

"Yeah, Kurt was at my place when he got the call from Finn and we left in such a hurry that I didn't even think to get my contacts, and I thought my spare pair of glasses was in my bag, but I'd obviously taken them out at some point and so yesterday my eyes and head were killing me, but now I can see," he grinned as he poured himself a coffee and sat back down at the table with Burt.

"What you did for my son kid, not many other men your age would just drop everything," Blaine shrugged.

"Like I said the other day Burt, I wouldn't have left him alone. Not coming with him didn't even cross my mind. I knew when I booked the tickets that I would be booking two. I would have been so ashamed of myself if I'd left him to come here alone. He was so scared," Blaine finished quietly. Burt nodded and reached across the table to clap Blaine on the shoulder.

"Thank you Blaine," Blaine just nodded in response before Burt carried on, "Now I don't want to sound like the overbearing father, but what are your intentions with my son?" Blaine smiled at Burt as he shook his head.

"It's fine Burt, you can ask me anything and I'll answer honestly, but really, I like being with Kurt, I like being around him and spending time with him. I know it's not love yet, but I can feel it building and I'm excited. I know that everything seems to have moved kind of fast, but honestly, it's the fact that we're taking everything slowly, that's my favourite part," Burt nodded.

"So you're not sleeping together?" he asked, clearly protective over Kurt after how Jackson had treated him. Blaine shook his head as he took another sip from his coffee.

"No, actually the first time we'd ever stayed the night together was our first night here after we left the hospital," Burt stared at Blaine, almost in disbelief, "I know that there is a preconceived notion that all young gay men are just in it for the sex Burt, but I promise I would never do that to your son. He went through a lot in his previous relationship and I don't want to drive him away by doing something that will hurt him, I respect him too much to treat him like that," Blaine finished.

"There's just something I don't understand Blaine," Blaine gave Burt a quizzical look and Burt took that as a sign to continue, "I don't understand how you turned out to be this perfect gentleman, so polite and kind, when it sounds like you're parents have done nothing but give you hell," he paused before quickly adding, "I hope I'm not overstepping," but Blaine shook his head.

"No, I can see why you would think that," Blaine nodded, "Yes I didn't have the most supportive upbringing, but I think that's what drove me to be better. I didn't want to end up like my parents. I always vowed to be better than them, I knew that when I have kids someday, I wouldn't want to treat them like that. Also I had thankfully had a very supportive Grandmother, she was always so proud of everything I did and who I was. She was always so ashamed of my mother for how she treated me. I think that without her, I would have been a lot more shy, I wouldn't have known how to express myself as well as I do now,"

"I think she'd be very proud of you Blaine,"

"Thank you Burt,"

Kurt remained where he was, standing out of sight from the two men talking in the kitchen. He had always feared that his Dad would try and find the opportunity to drill Blaine, but Kurt was very proud of how well Blaine had held his own. He smiled to himself when their conversation ended and made his way through the door and into the kitchen.

"Morning," spoke to the two men in the room, "Are you feeling better today Dad?" he asked as he leaned over to press a kiss to his Dad's head before moving into the kitchen to make himself a coffee.

"Much," Burt replied, "Although it's weird not be able to have as much liquid in a day as  I normally would, but I feel better, my head doesn't feel as foggy," Kurt smiled at his Dad as he sat down next to Blaine.

"Morning," he said quietly before turning and pressing a quick kiss to the side of Blaine's mouth, "I see your glasses arrived," he finished as he took a sip of his coffee and his eyes flicked up to Blaine's.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, "Thank goodness,"

"So what do you two have planned for today?" Burt asked, breaking the silence that had washed over Kurt and Blaine as they stared at each other. Burt could tell that they were already in love, they just hadn't realised it yet, simply by looking at the way that they looked at each other. Kurt shrugged at Burt's question.

"I don't know, maybe a bit of sightseeing, show Blaine around?" Kurt questioned, silently looking at Blaine to ask if that was ok?

"Sounds good," Blaine smiled back at Kurt in reassurance.

"Will you be ok by yourself Dad? I mean, we won't mind if you want us to stay,"

"Kurt," Burt cut his son off by raising his hand, "I'll be fine, I have everyone's numbers on speed dial just in case, go and have fun," both Kurt and Blaine smiled in thanks at Burt as they stood to move upstairs and get ready for the day ahead.

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"Thank you for today Kurt," Blaine smiled across the centre console as Kurt drove them home. They had just finished dinner at Breadstix after a day of visiting old spots that Kurt grew up with.

"It was my pleasure," Kurt grinned back as he pulled into his driveway. Blaine met him in front of the car and they automatically took each other's hands again and made their way back inside, "Dad? Carole?" Kurt called out as they went from room to room, looking for his parents. When they entered the kitchen they found a note stuck under a magnet on the fridge.

Hey boys, hope you had a good day. Your father and I have gone out for a quiet dinner together. We'll see you tomorrow xx Carole.

"Ok then, movie time?" Kurt asked, Blaine nodded in response, following Kurt back into the living room. Just as Kurt was pressing play on the DVD remote, Blaine's phone began to ring.

"Sorry, Kurt, I'll just be a minute, it's probably Wes," Kurt nodded, his eyes following Blaine out of the room, "Hello?" he asked.

"Blaine," Blaine winced at his father's stern voice coming from the other end of the line, he knew he should always check to see who's calling.

"Father," Blaine replied, trying to keep his voice strong so as not give away the fact that he was terrified at what his father had to say to him.

"Where are you? You're mother tried to call you earlier and your roommate said you had gone away for a few days,"

"I'm in Ohio,"

"Blaine, you're Grandmother is dead, she does not live there anymore," his father replied, his voice still sounding forceful.

"I'm not here because of Grandma, I'm here with Kurt," he decided to just bite the bullet and tell his father the truth, it was better it came from him anyway and not one of his mother's gossiping friends.

"Who is Kurt?" Blaine could hear his father becoming angrier by the second.

"He's my boyfriend," Blaine stated.

"What?" his father yelled down the line, Blaine had to hold the phone away from his ear, the shout was so loud.

"I said, Kurt is my boyfriend," Blaine replied, his eyes flicking to the doorway into the lounge, hoping that Kurt couldn't hear him.

"I'm putting your mother on, I'm too angry to talk to you right now Blaine," Blaine sighed and hung his head, he could hear rustling and hushed whispers down the line, signalling that his father was handing the phone to his mother.

"Blaine, where are you?" his mother asked, straight to the point.

"In Ohio with Kurt," he replied, not hesitating.

"And who is Kurt?" Blaine sighed, did he really have to do this again?

"Kurt is my boyfriend Mother,"

"Oh," she replied, clearly not expecting that answer.

"His Dad collapsed and was put in hospital, so I flew out with Kurt to make sure he was ok,"

"I want to meet him," his mother stated, Blaine almost dropped his phone in shock.

"What?"

"I want to meet him,"

"Why?" his mother didn't reply and Blaine knew the answer, "You want to make sure he's not an embarrassment just in case one of your friends see us don't you? Because if your son is gay then you at least want his boyfriend to meet your standards. God forbid I embarrass you Mother," Blaine almost yelled down the line, "You know what, fine. We'll come to dinner, but you have no right to judge him, he means everything to me and if you, so help me god, make him feel like he doesn't deserve me or doesn't belong with me, I will never speak to you again. I'll call you when I'm back in New York," he hung up. Blaine sat there for another five minutes, his head in his hands, trying to get his shaky breaths under control before he went back out to Kurt.

"Blaine," Kurt beat him to it, "Blaine are you ok? I heard shouting. Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked gently as he crouched down in front of Blaine and placed both of his hands on Blaine's knees.

"That was my parents," Kurt's mouth opened slightly in understanding, but he remained quiet, waiting for Blaine to continue, "They called earlier today and Wes told them I was away, I told them I was in Ohio with you and my Dad went nuts, then Mom came on the line and told me that she wants to meet you. I have to organise dinner with them when we get back to New York,"

"She wants to meet me?" Kurt sounded confused, Blaine knew it was because his parents didn't approve of him being gay, so why would they want to meet his boyfriend?

"Mom wants to make sure that you fit her standards, just in case one of her friends see us. She doesn't accept that I'm gay, but she at least wants to make sure that she approves of you in case people start gossiping," Kurt just nodded, "I'm sorry Kurt," Blaine sighed, finally lifting his head from his hands, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, "I'm sorry that you have to be dragged through all of this. I don't care what my mother's friends think, but-,"

"Shh, Blaine, it's ok," Kurt cut Blaine off by pressing a finger to his lips, "We'll go to dinner and I'll charm her fancy designer shoes off," Kurt smiled. Blaine chuckled lightly as he leaned forward to kiss Kurt softly, "Do you want to skip the movie?" Blaine nodded, "Ok," Kurt took Blaine's hand in his as they made their way back up to Kurt's room. Each showering and changing before sliding back into bed.

"Thank you Kurt," Blaine whispered, as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's clothed chest. He was lying with his head resting in the crook between Kurt's neck and shoulder, enjoying the feeling of Kurt's arms wrapped around him.

"It's no problem," Kurt smiled, moving his head to press a kiss to Blaine's hair before bringing one of his hands up to start running his fingers through Blaine's curls, "I'm standing by what I said the other day though,"

"What's that?" Blaine asked as he raised his head, his eyes meeting Kurt's.

"You still need a haircut," Blaine laughed quietly as Kurt pushed his hair off of his forehead.

"I know. I promise you can do it when we get back to New York. Right now we have other things to worry about, your Dad and Carole need us more than I need a haircut," Blaine smiled.

"I don't know about that?" Kurt replied, "Your hair has begun to expand at quiet an alarming rate,"

"I warned you about that," Blaine grinned, "But no haircuts for me in Ohio, you know how kissy you get after one and we don't need your parents bursting in on you straddling my lap like Wes did," Blaine laughed again as Kurt slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Fine, you win. I'll cut it for you when we get back to your place," Blaine nodded.

"And then I have to do Rachel's,"

"Oh god, I admire you for your bravery Blaine," Kurt exclaimed.

"She's not that bad, we met briefly while you were packing," Blaine explained when Kurt gave him a confused look.

"Oh," he replied, "But that was different, she wasn't getting free hair care out of you then,"

"Kurt, I'm sure she'll be fine," Kurt snorted in response, "Fine then, it can be my way of thanking you for doing such a good job with my hair,"

"But I haven't cut it yet, how do you know it won't be a disaster?"

"If it is, then just be prepared to look like Jake Gyllenhall in the movie Jarhead after the next time I cut your hair," Blaine grinned back up at Kurt.

"You wouldn't dare," Kurt gasped. Blaine just shrugged.

"I know how much you secretly love the feeling of my clippers moving through your hair, so who knows," Blaine grinned with a glint in his eye as he looked at Kurt.

"You're such a tease," Kurt replied.

"Am I?" Blaine grinned again.

"The biggest tease I know," Kurt leaned down to press a final kiss against Blaine lips before he moved and switched off his bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Blaine,"

"Goodnight Kurt,"

End Notes: Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took me a little longer than usual to post this, I've been sick and haven't been able to di much without wanting to be sick, so it hasn't been fun. On the plus side though, I had a lot of time to think about the upcoming chapters.So before I crack into them is there anything that you really want to see? As I've said before, around 90% of this fic is based on what you guys want, so please don't hesitate to let me know. I'd rather write something that you guys wanted to see than something you didn't.Anyway, thank you again to everyone who has reviewed, it really does mean a lot to me :)

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i love angst how about kurts ex gos and sees him then kisses kurt then blaine walks in kurts house?