Kurt sighed and handed his father a rag to clean off some of the oil that painted his hands and parts of his face black. They had been in his father’s shop fixing up an old ’67 Chevy Impala. Burt wiped at his cheek absently as he looked up at his son from his place beside the left wheel of the car. “So, Kurt,” his father began, “how was your date last night?” Kurt raised a brow at him and studied his dad’s face for a moment. Burt was still a little uncomfortable when talking to Kurt about relationships, but he could tell that he was trying really hard to be there for him, and that meant the world to Kurt.

“It was nice,” Kurt said as images from the previous night played in his mind. He found himself smiling at the thought of the doofy grin displayed on Blaine’s face through most of the night. He imagined the way Blaine’s nose scrunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed. And the way his hand seemed to fit perfectly into Blaine’s.

“So tell me again why last night was your ‘first date.’ Didn’t you and that Liam kid go out?” Kurt diverted his gaze back to the Impala at the mention of his ex. It wasn’t that Kurt still had feelings for the boy, but he did feel a little guilty about the break up. Kurt let out a sigh and looked back down at his father, staring at a spot of oil above his left brow rather than looking him directly in the eye.

“I told you, Dad,” Kurt said and found himself unable to stare in his direction anymore. He looked over at the table of tools beside him and fingered a rusty wrench. “I’m…old fashioned. I think a date should be a guy coming to pick me up from home and taking me out somewhere.” Kurt shrugged lamely and he saw his dad shake his head in the corner of his eye.

“You’re not old fashioned, Kurt, you’re just a romantic. You got that from your mother.” Kurt smiled at his father softly and Burt returned the look. He put down the dirty rag that was in his hand and grabbed the lug wrench off the floor beside him to work on loosening the slider bolts that held the caliper in place. “So, Blaine,” Burt grunted as he slid the old brake pad out. “Is he a good guy? I mean, can you see yourself with the kid for a while?” Kurt felt his cheeks burn and he coughed slightly. “What? We can’t talk about this stuff?”

“No, no it’s fine,” Kurt reassured with a slight shake of his head. His father really was trying. “Um, yes, I- I can see myself with him. He’s great, Dad.” Burt made a noise of contentment. He was now retracting the pistons so he could lower the caliper into place.

“And, are you two…together?” Kurt bit his lip to try and hide his smile.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Good,” Burt grunted and looked up at his son. “Hey, Buddy, can you check the cylinder reservoir?” Kurt let out a soft ‘sure’ before making his way to the front of the car and checking under the hood.

“You’re good,” he called back to his father when he saw the line of the brake fluid. When Kurt walked back over to Burt, he caught his father retightening the slider bolt. Once he had the tire back on, Burt stood up and stared at Kurt.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Bud. It’s good for you to- experience things. While you’re still young. Just promise me you’ll be careful.” Kurt’s eyes widened and he felt like his flesh was going to melt off his face.

“Okay Dad, I will,” Kurt said a little too loudly as he turned away from his father and began walking away from the Impala.

“Now, don’t give me that, Kurt. I just want to make sure you’re being safe and taking precautions in whatever decisions you decide to make.”

“Dad, I get it,” Kurt said, his face growing redder by the second and Kurt thought his head might actually explode.

“I’m not na�ve; I know what it’s like to be a teenager, Kurt. You’re hormonal and you have…urges.” Kurt gasped loudly and tried to walk away from his father, but he knew that if he didn’t get this over with now he’d have to live in fear with the fact that his dad was going to tell him at some point and he didn’t want to live without knowing when it would happen. Kurt turned around hesitantly and braced himself for his dad’s no doubt embarrassing and awkward words. “And it’s worse because you’re dating another boy. Sex is different to guys, and both of you are going to have those- urges, and you’re going to want to act on them.” Kurt was sure he couldn’t get any redder until that moment. His mind traveled back to thoughts of himself and Blaine and god- Blaine’s mouth.

“But sex is more than just the physical, Kurt. I want you to be careful because I know that you are into romance, and love, and I don’t want to see you getting hurt because your urges got the better of you.” Kurt’s stomach flipped and he felt like he was going to cry. Even though Burt had trouble talking about this stuff with him, Kurt appreciated his father so much. Burt always put aside his feelings and made Kurt feel accepted and loved and wanted and he was always surprised by how much Burt cared for him. It was a good feeling.

“Don’t throw yourself around like you don’t matter, Kurt. You’re special, and if a guy can’t see that, then he’s not worth your time.”

“Dad, you’re talking like I just got dumped.” Kurt smiled at his father. “And you have nothing to worry about. Blaine’s not…pressuring me in any way. He cares about me.”

“And?”

“And we’ll be safe,” he choked out as one long word. Burt nodded his head in approval.

“Good. Now that that’s over with, help me change the other side’s brake pad.” The other side took a little bit longer, since the brake fluid began to overflow in the cylinder reservoir. It had taken Kurt a few minutes to suck some of the fluid out with a turkey baster, but eventually the job got done.

Kurt wiped the back of his hand over his forehead and mentally scalded himself for all the oils and chemicals he was rubbing into his skin. He’d have to extend his moisturizing regime to make up for it.

Once Kurt was back in his room, he went straight to his bathroom and jumped into the shower, more than happy to watch the dirt and grease disappear down the drain. He took extra care and scrubbed his skin with exfoliates and washed his hair, getting deep into his scalp when conditioning it before standing under the stream of water and letting the hot liquid pour over his shoulders and relax his muscles.

Once he got out he glanced at the clock on his bedside table; 3:42. Kurt sighed. It was too early in the afternoon and Kurt felt unsure of what to do with himself. With a sigh he grabbed his phone off his desk and walked down stairs and into the living room. His father was in the kitchen making an ungodly sandwich, to which Kurt scolded him before grabbing the remote and falling onto the sofa. Kurt fumbled through the channels, and after going through about two hundred, Kurt decided there was nothing on. With a sigh he chucked the remote away from him and grabbed his phone. Blaine, help! He txted.

He lay back and waited for a reply as he stared at the television. There was a weird show on that looked like it was from the seventies. Kurt raised an apprehensive brow at the screen. “Is that Robin Williams?” Kurt squint his eyes to get a better look. “Oh my god,” he gasped. One second, he was staring at the screen in horrified confusion and the next he was laughing loudly. “Who does that?” Kurt asked the empty room.

After a long time of laughing in delight Kurt looked away from the rolling credits on the television screen and grabbed his cell phone. Oh my god, Blaine. I have gone to the point of no return. He sent the txt as he saw that another episode of the show was beginning. Once it began, Kurt found out that the show was called Mork & Mindy. “What even- oh my god!”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Burt called as he came running into the living room. Kurt was in the middle of a fit of giggles and he simply pointed to the screen. Burt looked at the T.V. then back to his son. He nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll be in my office. Have fun, I guess.” Burt backed out of the room as Kurt re-glued his eyes to the television.

Kurt’s phone vibrated into his side a few minutes later and Kurt sighed as he dug it out from underneath him. New message from Blaine. Kurt! Are you okay? Kurt began to txt back when his phone buzzed in his hand. Kurt? And once more. KUUUUURT!!!?!?

Calm down! I’m fine!! Kurt replied as he smiled. He looked back at the T.V. to see Robin Williams talking to an egg. “What is this show? Honestly.” His phone vibrated again and he saw another message from Blaine.

DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I *AM* CALM!

Clearly. I’m fine Blaine. I just wanted to talk to you.

So you made me think you were getting attacked by Orcs?!

Seriously, Blaine, you have got to stop watching Lord of the Rings. And don’t worry, I’m nice and safe in the Shire. Kurt glanced back up and now saw Mork sitting on his head at Fonzie’s house. He then began to talk about how he basically got turned on whenever someone touched the inside of his wrist. “Who came up with this?” Kurt said aloud. Just then his phone buzzed again.

:) I’m glad. But don’t scare me like that! I was about to call the police.

Really? The police?

Yes the police! But only because I lost Tony Stark’s number. Kurt rolled his eyes.

What’s Iron Man going to do? Blaine didn’t txt back for a few minutes, but when he did, Kurt laughed out loud at his reply.

IRON MAN CAN DO ANYTHING KURT! DON’T YOU DOUBT HIS ABILITIES! HE IS A GOD AMONGST HUMAN BEINGS!

Blaine, sweetie, I think you need to take a deep breath. Besides, Iron Man isn’t a God, Thor is. Kurt was sort of proud of himself for knowing a little bit about comic book heroes, even if he only knew what he retained from seeing the Avengers with Finn.

BUT ROBERT DOWNEY JR.

Yes?

I don’t need to explain, Kurt. It’s Robert Downey Jr.

Fair enough. How’s visiting Cooper going? It was another few minutes before he got a reply.

It’s going good. It’s nice to see him. I’ve missed him a lot. It’s been…interesting though. I’ll tell you more when I get back. I’ve got to go right now though, we’re about to have dinner and then I’m driving home.

Okay. I’ll talk to you later. Drive carefully! And I’m glad you’re having a good time. Cooper seems like a great guy from what I’ve heard from Rachel. Kurt slid his phone away and looked at the clock. 5:55. He sighed to himself. Why was time going by so slowly?

Just then Kurt heard the front door open and a second later Carole strode into the kitchen with a couple of grocery bags in her hands. “Hey, Kurt,” she said sweetly when he got off the couch to help her unload the bags.

“Hi, Carole. Need any help?” Carole smiled at him.

“I’d love that.” Kurt smiled back at her and helped her put away the groceries before offering to help her with dinner. She graciously accepted and Kurt busied himself with cutting vegetables and while dinner was in the over, preparing dessert.

Once dinner and dessert were finished, Kurt began to help with the dishes until Burt told him he was off the hook since he helped cook. Kurt thanked him before going up to his room and sitting down at his desk. He flipped open his laptop and began surfing the web for a while until he deemed it late enough to get ready for bed.

When he was finished with his moisturizing routine and his teeth were brushed, he crawled into bed. He propped his head up and stared at the ceiling, suddenly feeling wide awake. He stared at the cracks through the darkness when a sudden light blared on his desk and bathed the room in a soft blue light. He got up and softly padded across the room before picking up his phone and squinting at the ungodly brightness of the screen. It was a message from Blaine. Just got home. Hope you had a nice day. Goodnight, Kurt :) Kurt felt a smile tug at his lips.

Goodnight, Blaine. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Kurt sighed and slid back into bed before closing his eyes and hoping that he could fall fast asleep so he would be closer to seeing Blaine again.