Hi guys, thank you if you have decided to take a look at this. I have lots of things on the go at the moment but this is going to be short light hopefully sweet and funny chapters .

P.S. I am a brit chick and I can guess that there are no places to go ice fishing in Ohio, and I’ve never been ice fishing so.. a lot of artistic license going on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters and I am not making profit out of them.
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Kurt looked around the little hut. He could understand simplicity of design but this was just taking matters to far. The wood walls seemed to be lined with some kind of amber cooler sealant, a little like the color of Blaine's eyes. It was the only good thing he could find about the hut. There was no flooring just a few rubber mats on the ice, when Kurt breathed out he could see his breath dance about in white little wisps, though it was surprisingly warmer in the hut than on the ice. The furnisher consisted of two bunk beds on the far wall. A little table with a hot plate run on gas canisters there was a huge drill leaning on the far wall and a stack of folding chairs. Kurt crinkled his nose as he took it all in. He jumped as there was a loud thud behind him. Blaine, his simply gorgeous boyfriend had just come in and flung bag of tinned food on the floor. Kurt adverted his eyes, he did not want to think about all the additives in those tins.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt sighed and let himself sink back into the embrace for a moment.

"It's not that bad." Blaine whispered.

"I guess not, I suppose I do get to spend all weekend with you, even if the chances of us getting a single moment alone are the same as Tina getting a solo."

"Oh this is totally cool. I call top." Kurt turned to see Finn walk in closely followed by his dad.

"I don't mind bottom." Blaine replied stepping away to help Finn with his bags. He caught Kurt's eye and gave a wink that sent thoughts of warmth skin covering taut muscles. His cheeks grew hot and he looked down at the floor.

" What did I tell you boys. Kurt stop the bitch face."
Burt said looking around the hut his expression one of happy excitement.,

"I am not making a bitch face."

"Thank you again for inviting me Mr. Hummel." Blaine said with his most dapper expression.

"It's Burt and you're welcome. I couldn't leave you out of our male bonding weekend. Kurt wouldn't have come."

"I still don't know why we couldn't go to a spa?

"My dad used to take me ice fishing and I wanted to share the experience with my sons. And" Burt pointed to Blaine as he started to unpack various blankets, a board game and tins. "My son's boyfriend. Besides, new experiences are good for you. Opens up your minds."

"And Rachel's always saying new experiences are what makes you a better artist." Finn said then dropped his voice slightly to add. " But I think she just says that to make me watch girly movies and do …other stuff."

Kurt was looking around as Finn spoke.

"Not that that isn't very interesting Finn but can I ask a question? Where the hell is the bathroom?"

"Language." Burt snapped. " And to answer your question the toilets are on the edge of the lake we passed them on the way in. "

Kurt eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me?"

" If you're going at night wake somebody up to go with you that way If you slip or hut yourselves you have somebody to help you."Burt said obviously ignoring the ominous black cloud passing over Kurt's face. He crossed his arms across his chest and opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he were too shocked to speak. Finn and Blaine turned round to start undoing there bags. There eyes met and they shared a small nervous smile. There was a moment of silence before Kurt finally found his (even more than usually) high pitched voice.

"Dad! How am I meant to do my skin routine if there's no bathroom? You know how important it is to keep my skin.."

"Enough Kurt, you can go one night without your beauty creams."

"That's easy enough for you to say. You don't have this skin."

" Kurt, I think you'll be just as handsome if you miss one night of your routine." Blaine said gently.

"Blaine! Do you know how much this cold is going to dry out my skin?"

"You can still moisturize. I'll make sure you don't miss a single spot."

"Spot?"

Finn started laughing.

" Dude, he's even worse than Rachel."

"I seriously doubt that Finn, besides Rachel freaks out about none serious matters such as popularity, the condition of my skin is far more important than that."

"Kurt." Burt said sharply drawing attention of all three teens. "I'm sure you can do part of whatever it is you do in the public toilets."

"But.."

"End of conversation Kurt." Burt grabbed one of the folding chairs and with a smooth movement of his wrist had it unfolded and resting in the middle of the hut.
" We." He looked around to make sure they all had his attention before he continued. "Are going to unpack, eat bacon and beans and then we are going to sing songs, talk about out lives and have a drop of whiskey to keep us warm."

"Wait… Did you just say Whiskey?" Finn asked.

"Just a drop, you have parental supervision so no harm will come out of it. Right." Burt clapped his hands and stood up. "I'm starving. Let's see what we can manage."

He stood up and started digging through the bag Blaine had carried in. Kurt's face was growing more and more stern with every can and pre-packaged meat product that was removed. Finally when the bag was almost empty he pulled out a bag of apples, a bag of tomatoes, a bell pepper a head of lettuce and a pot of guacamole.

"You brought lettuce?" Finn asked sounding somewhat disgusted.

"I had to bring something your brother would eat."

"You've tried I guess." Kurt sighed.

"I was thinking good old Sausages and Beans on toast followed by Twinkies. "

"I'll have a sausage and some toast but there is no way I am touching beans or Twinkies, do you know how many calories they have. You're meant to be on a diet."

"I covered it with my doctor and he says that a few little treats now and then are not going to hurt me Kurt."
Kurt shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"If you say so."

"I do say so." Kurt stared opening up various tins.

"Can I help Burt?" Blaine offered.

It was difficult to cook on the little gas stove but Burt and Blaine(with the odd unhelpful comment from Kurt) eventually managed to serve up cold bread and beans and hot sausages. They all gulped the generous portions down without a word all being much hungrier from their long journey than they had realized. Finn and Burt finished the meal with Twinkies but Blaine showed Kurt some support by joining him with the apples.

The dishes were piled up ready to be washed in the morning when it was light and there stomachs were not weighed down with delicious sausages. They lighted gas lamps around the hut and as the sun set the warm golden light kept them at least feeling as if there was a little warmth left. Burt searched through the last of the unpacked bags and brought out a pack of cards. They happily played poker with plastic chips for an hour talking amongst themselves about inconsequential matters and laughing when their gloves caused some difficulty in picking up cards. Kurt only sung poker face through three times. The game ended when they had handed all their chips over to Finn, who had never actually played poker before and whose look of absolute confusion had actually served as a pretty efficient poker face.

Burt searched through the last unpacked bag and pulled out a square bottle of amber liquid. Blaine and Finn grinned widely but Kurt looked slightly nauseous. He had once spent three entire school days completely drunk. He had no idea how he had managed to hide it from his father for that long but when he had finally thrown up on Miss Pillbury's shoes his Dad had been more angry at him than he had ever been. Granted he was now two years older and hopefully two years wiser. He didn't have to drive, nor did he have to watch Blaine because how much trouble could he get into on the middle of a frozen lake. He also didn't have to impress Blaine anymore, they knew each other well enough to be past that.

"Finn can you get the mugs out?"

"Sure."

"Are you going to have a glass?" Blaine asked Kurt quietly as Finn found the glasses.

"I…"

"I'm just asking."

"I know you are. I..I think I will, it might bring up a
few different topics of conversation."

Burt and Finn both sat down in their chairs and Burt handed out the mugs and opened the bottle of whiskey.

"Well you have a responsible adult here, and it's one shot and I know you're going to promise me you won't take it as permission to drink on other occasions. This is a one off male bonding drink, it's not happening again until you turn twenty-one." Burt explained as he poured some of the amber liquid into each of there glasses.

"You are like the coolest step dad ever." Finn said taking a small sip of the liquid.

Kurt looked at it and gulped it down in one choking and spluttering as it burnt his throat.

"Hey, hey kid that's whiskey not water." Burt said
exasperated.

"Are you oaky?" Blaine asked gently stroking his back.

"God that's awful."

"I don't think it's so bad." Finn said. "Burns a bit but it makes me feel a bit warmer."

"So after drinking this acid what are we meant to do?"

"It's a male bonding so we talk about guy stuff." Burt said with a shrug.

"Please not football." Kurt said quickly.

"I like football." Blaine said.

"Yeah well, perhaps not football. Kurt doesn't like football. "

"I always though guy talk was football, girls and wrestling. And although wrestling is vaguely interesting to me I don't think it's for the same reason as most."

Blaine glanced at him eyebrows raised slightly.

"Wrestling really?"

"Wrestling is out." Burt said taking a gulp of his drink.

"What would you like to talk about Kurt?"

"Winter lines, vogue, Ashton Kutcher, Music."

"What do you think our chances at nationals are without the Mercedes, Brittany and Santana? I know everybody's avoiding asking that but.." Finn asked.

"Well.. we have Blaine this year."

"Glee's about the team, it's about all of us making the best use of our talents. It can't rest just on me."

"That's what I've been thinking all along." Finn agreed.

"It is all about team work." Burt cut in.

"I personally think we should be show casing Kurt's voice more. I mean, he sounds like and angel. It always tugs at my heart string, though I guess I'm a little biased."

Blaine said smiling across at his boyfriend.

"I don't know."

"What's wrong with Kurt's voice?" Burt asked.

"It's a little distracting for people that you sound like a girl yet look like a guy."

"Hey."

"No dad he's right. People in this area aren't that open to counter tenors. But perhaps if we make it to nationals
I can have a few lines."

"Definitely. You've been in New Directions from the start. " Finn agreed.

"You deserve your moment on the stage." Blaine added. " Everybody should have a chance to see just what a brilliant artist you are."

"I agree." Burt added. "You're voice is unusual but that doesn't mean it should be hidden. It should be shown even more because it's unusual it's special."

"Thanks for your support."

"Always Kurt. We will always support you."

Kurt smiled, he felt a warm feeling growing in his
stomach that he knew had nothing to do with the alcohol.

"And I'll always support all of you. " He felt a single tear slide down his face as he looked around at Blaine the boy he loved and was completely and hopelessly romantically in love with. His brother, the boy who he had felt a strange connection with from the start, he had thought it a crush (and maybe it was to start with) but now he likes to believe that he knew this boy was going to play a big part in his life. He had completely accepted him as a person and as his brother. And his Dad, the man who had raised him. Who had been his everything for the years between his mother's death and joining the glee club.

"You three are the most important people in the world to me."

Finn clapped him on the shoulder and the awkwardly emotional moment was over.

"Hey, I've got an idea for a new glee club song." Blaine said clapping and standing up.

"Yo, VIP, let's kick it!"
"Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right sto…oww."

Blaine had tried to do a small slide across the floor and had slipped on the ice landing heavily on his hip.

"Blaine! Are you hurt?"

"Just my pride." Blaine laughed getting to stand up. Kurt offered him a hand.

"Come on, let's get you warmed up in the blackest, it'll help the bruising."

"Mr. Shue already did that one with us two years ago ." Finn pointed out.

"Now he tells me."

Kurt pulled him over to sit down on the first bunk. The edge jutted out a few inches so they didn't have to bang there heads on the top bunk. He wrapped the blanket around the both of them . It just stretched so that they both could snuggle close under it. Kurt felt the slight thrill of being so close to Blaine, to that body he now knew so well. He reached down to hold the gloved hand. Blaine gave it a little squeeze. They listened quietly to Burt and Finn talking about plans for the shop and how they were going to have to find a new person now one of their team members was leaving. Kurt gave a little sigh and he nuzzled his nose into the rough material of Blaine's sweater. Blaine smiled and ran his hand down the back of Kurt's neck.

"Kurt, you okay kid? You're a bit quiet."

"Perhaps he's a quiet drunk?" Finn suggested.

"Yeah that whiskey's probably kicked in by now. Shouldn't drink it so fast."

Kurt nuzzled his head further into Blaine chest.

"Mmm.. Warm…Firm." He mumbled.

Blaine gave a short laugh and kissed him on the forehead.

"Or maybe he's that kind of drunk." Finn laughed.

"Hey no funny business." Burt said sounding somewhere between amused and annoyed. "You don't like the whiskey?"
He directed to Blaine.

"Yeah I'm just taking it slow. I don't think I'm a very sensible drunk."

"Well that's probably wise of you."

"He tried to have sex with me on the backseat of a car the last time he was drunk. The time before that he made out with Finn's girlfriend." Kurt mumbled his hand grasping firmly onto Blaine's jumper. Blaine felt his face grow hot with embarrassment and he looked away from Burt who had suddenly stilled.

"What was that?" Kurt's dad growled.

"It was stupid and irresponsible of me and we worked it out in the end. Honestly, I never meant to show that much disrespect. It was completely out of character and nothing like that will ever happen again." Blaine said firmly gesturing with his hand. "I regret it."

"Okay, okay, I'll trust you on that one." Burt said though somewhat reluctantly.

"He's actually very sweet. He's my sweet lover boy." Kurt muttered. "Such a sexy butt."

Finn laughed again.

"Dude your boyfriend is the worst drunk ever. He's one of those guys who say's anything when they're drunk."

Burt looked back and forth. It looked like he was reconsidering the wisdom of there little outing. He took a deep sigh and rested his elbows against his knees.

"Look, I can mind your privacy and all that but just tell me.. you two safe?"

Finn coughed into his drink but Kurt seemed to have
fallen asleep. Blaine blushed slightly but looked Burt straight in the eyes as he answered.

"Yes Sir."

"Good, Keep it that way."

Blaine downed the rest of his drink. He felt his chest grow tight as he looked down at the sleep softened features of his boyfriend. He was always most beautiful when he slept, though Blaine had only seen him sleeping on two occasion he felt honored to get to see him this relaxed and somehow vulnerable. He moved his body carefully trying not to wake Kurt until he was lying down on his side with Kurt in front of him. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around him despite the fact he knew it would result in him having a dead arm in the morning. He just wanted to hold his boyfriend his angel. As he laid there gently stroking his thumb across the back of Kurt's hand his head grew foggy and the conversation between Finn and Burt about college football started to fade. He fell asleep with Kurt in his arms.