Who: Just kurtsdad
What: Getting informed
Where: Free Clinic, Lima
When: A couple of hours after his visit from Blaine at the shop

Burt pressed his lips together in a tight line as he stood in the free clinic waiting for some help. There were pamphlets all around the place, but most were on the contraceptive pill and getting pregnant. Seriously not even in the ball park of what Kurt was needing here. He was promised by the young girl at the reception desk that someone would help him out soon, but if she didn't come in the next couple of minutes, Burt was pretty sure he was going to chicken out on this and leave. He wouldn't, though. Not deep down. Kurt needed the information. Hell, he had asked for the information in a veiled way and his short little pushy mate had just emphasised that for Burt that afternoon.

Kurt was home from Dalton and in bed with the flu. But Burt being a typical protective father, he had assumed Blaine's presence was because something was wrong with Kurt. And apparently there was, but just the last thing Burt expected it to be. It had to have probably been one of the most awkward conversations of his life, and he was still stunned the kid came to him to talk about sex. It was beyond recognition for Burt, at least until the confession came that he didn't have a good relationship with his own father and suddenly it made a little more sense to Burt. The kid was reaching out to him - via Kurt - and Burt knew he had to listen or it could be one of those moments where his relationship with his own kid might explode. That was the last thing he wanted.

( Still, there was something about the way Blaine approached him that he couldn't shake... )

I feel like I've been bitchslapped by a snot monster.

Dad, I'm at Kurt's. We're talking about some stuff and he's not feeling well, so I might be a bit late home. I won't make dinner, I'm sorry.

Who: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: That awkward moment where you've been a jerk to your best friend
Where: Hummel Home, Lima
When: Follows Blaine's realisation he's "100% gay"

It had been a hell of a week for Blaine, and he mostly spent it locked away in his room in Pittsburgh with his music turned up loudly while he laid on his bed staring at the ceiling trying to figure his head out, or throwing himself into school work so he didn't need to think about the fact he had a fight with Kurt. Or the fact he had gotten drunk and his dad still hadn't actually confronted him about that yet, or even said anything about Kurt. It had to be coming, Blaine knew that. His dad wouldn't just let the issue slide... would he?

But then Blaine had to go back to Dalton, and he had gone the whole week avoiding Kurt because - if he got down to the nitty gritty of it - he was hurt because Kurt was the only one he had confided in for a long time and suddenly it felt like that was gone. He wanted to be upset with Kurt but honestly, he just missed him and felt like too much of an idiot suddenly not being sure of his sexuality. What if his father was right? What if Blaine wasn't gay and it had just been confusion this whole time? He felt ashamed for telling Kurt he was gay if he wasn't, and then he just thought himself in circles. As soon as Rachel kissed him sober, though, he just... knew. There was nothing in that kiss. It felt stilted, awkward, and there was absolutely nothing in it. He expected that, when he kissed someone, the world was supposed to feel like it moved underneath you. He was gay, and now he had to crawl back to Kurt and apologise... which is what he was going to do first, because it meant he could procrastinate about going to his dad to tell him anything. The 'Hey, Dad, I kissed a girl and I didn't like it' really wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to, to say the least.

So, here he was. Friday afternoon after Warblers practice, but instead of driving home to Pittsburgh, he took a detour to Kurt's place in Lima and was now standing on the doorstep of the Hummel home, ringing the doorbell. He was fully expecting Kurt to tell him to shove his friendship where the sun didn't shine, and suddenly, he was so nervous his belly was doing little flip-flops he couldn't control.

What does SHE have that I don't?!

I'm way prettier than she is.

He doesn't even know I exist.

I miss him.

Shut UP, Quinn. You do not MISS him. He's terrible for you.

It really is his fault you don't have abs anymore.

You don't need him.

You don't need ANY man. Not even the gay guy picked YOU to snog.

That party sucked.

I hope all you bitches are hungover and suffering epically.