Summer was different.

First, he came out to his dad. His dad told him he knew and accepted him. After that, he officially came out. Most of his friends weren't surprised.

Second, well…

“Bud, sit down for a minute,” his dad eyed the couch.

“What's up, dad? Are you okay? Did something happen?” “Just sit down, Kurt, please.”

So he did. His dad twirled his thumbs nervously.

“I am in love,” he said after a long silence.

What.

“What.” Kurt didn't know what to say. Everything went numb.

“Her name is Carole Hudson. Her car broke down and I helped her. We've been dating since you left after your Christmas break.”

“What.”

“I'm sorry I never wrote you.”

“What.”

“Is that the only thing you're going to say?”

“What,” Kurt said again, but this time he was joking. He shook his head to himself and snapped out of his numbness. His dad smiled and let himself fall next to Kurt.

“What.” “Okay you can stop now,” his dad said and Kurt chuckled, “But… no hard feelings involved?” Kurt sighed.

“Dad, look,” he started, “I love you and I want you to be happy and less lonely.” “I am not-” “Yes you are,” Kurt cut him off, “Especially with me in Scotland.”

“That brings me to the next point, but go on.”

Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. “I guess I have too…”

What does he have to do? He never really expected this!

“I guess… I just have to get used to it,” he finally said. His dad gave him a peck on the forehead.

“Thanks, kiddo.”

Kurt smiled softly. “You're welcome, dad. But you said there was a second point?” “There are two more, to be honest.”

Kurt looked surprised.

“She, eh, she has a son.”

“That is point two?” Kurt nodded to himself, “I can live with that. Is he okay?” His dad shrugged. “Don't know.”

Wait, what.

Kurt looked at his dad with a puzzled expression on his face. “You don't know?”

“Guess what, he goes to a private boarding school. I guess Dalton or something,” his dad explained, “He's home for summer now and that leads to point three. Carole invited us over for dinner. We agreed to tell both of you today. Of us.”

Kurt choked.

“And I said yes, to the dinner. That brings us to the final point: you.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Don't tell me you ‘accidentally' forgot to tell her that you have a son,” he sighed and his dad shook his head, laughing. “No, she knows about you.” Kurt sighed again, but this time it was from relief.

“But of course, she doesn't know you're a wizard.”

Oh.

Shit.

“I totally forgot about that.”

“So what are we going to do?” his dad asked him, “It's pretty serious.”

Kurt honestly didn't know, but he still answered. “We'll see, dad,” he said, “We won't tell her unless you, don't know, marry her. Or something.”

His dad nodded.

Kurt called Blaine that day and told him everything. Blaine was very understanding. “Just go to the dinner, Kurt,” he advised, “Go to the dinner, meet her and her son and then you'll see.”

“Thanks,” Kurt said, “Breadstix with Quinn on Thursday?”

Kurt knew Blaine was smiling on the other side of the line. “Yes, can't wait.”

So the next day, Kurt was dressed for success. For his dad's success.

His dad's girlfriend's house wasn't big or small. It was ‘normal.' His dad bought flowers and he looked really nervous.

Kurt held his hand and squeezed. “It'll be okay, dad. Just ring the bell.”

His dad nodded, still looking like he was about to die, and rang the bell.

“Coming! Coming!” they heard a sweet voice. The door opened and a woman was standing there. She looked very fashionable, but also awfully familiar.

Kurt couldn't place why.

“-for me, oh how lovely, Burt!” Kurt snapped out of his thoughts. The woman, Carole, smiled sweetly. “Oh please, come in. Don't mind the mess. My son is at home.”

Kurt stepped inside after his dad and shook Carole's hand. “Oh, you must be the infamous Kurt,” she said, “Your dad talks about you all the time.”

“Pleasure,” Kurt said and he meant it.

He liked this woman. She seemed like a real mother: nice, sweet and caring.

“And this is- uh,” Carole looked behind her and rolled her eyes when she didn't see her son. “One minute please.”

And she was off.

Kurt chuckled when he heard her talking with someone else. Probably the son. “-- -- to do -- --. He's really nice and --.“ “But, ma, I -- -- -- meet --I'm --.” “You -- ? Don't – me laugh.” And then he heard a very telling sigh. “—stop playing -- -- tie, it -- -- expensive!” Another sigh.

A few seconds later, Carole re-entered the hallway. “Sorry about that,” she apologized, “He's in a bad mood, but I swear, he's a real gentleman.”

A boy entered the room. He looked down and slumped. He was tall and his shoulders were hanging.

He finally looked up and forced himself to smile.

“Hi, I'm- ”

Kurt almost shat himself.

“Finn?”

Finn looked as stunned as Kurt. “Kurt? Your dad is dating my mom?”

Carole's gaze went from Kurt, to his dad, to Finn and back to Kurt. Kurt's dad looked impressed.

“Wait, you know each other?” Carole asked bewildered. Finn nodded, not taking his eyes off Kurt. Kurt smiled.

“Dad,” he chuckled, “I think we can skip the whole ‘oh by the way, my son's a wizard' part.” Finn smiled too and nodded. “Yeah, mom, no worries. I've got this.” “We've got this.” And then Kurt did something he'd never done before. He high-fived someone.