Hurt - Burt/Kurt (1/2)
Title: Hurt
Part: 1/2
Pairing: Burt/Kurt (implied Burt/Carole, Kurt/OMC)
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Burt faces some uncomfortable truths, in drabbles of 100-ish words.
A/N: Slight Supernatural crossover. Blink and you'll miss it.
***
Burt has seen Kurt do many unpredictable things; has learnt to keep out of his room when Kurt isn’t there, in fear of stumbling across things he doesn’t want to know about.
When he was younger, Burt was afraid of finding Kurt dressed in his dead mother’s clothes; the thought of finding him semi-naked and in the middle of a strip-tease never flashed across his mind.
When the other boy catches hold of Kurt’s swaying hips, Burt turns away. He follows the tried and tested method of firmly shutting the lid on his emotions, and leaves.
He needs a drink.
---
Three weeks later, he finds Kurt sobbing into a pillow, curled into a ball. Fury bubbles beneath his skin, but he pushes it aside, because that isn’t what his boy needs.
But he can’t pretend to deny the surge of joy as Kurt abandons the pillow in favour of curling up in his arms, wetting his shirt with tears. He rocks his son to sleep, burying his face into the hollow of Kurt’s neck, inhaling his pure scent.
Kurt trusts him, unconditionally. Burt promises himself he will never do anything to break that trust, even as his goodnight kiss lingers just a little too long.
---
“This isn’t going to work, is it?” Carole whispers, softly, her eyes thick with unshed sorrow. Burt merely nods, scraping a palm across his mouth, unable to find the words to convince her to stay.
Kurt looks at him with confusion when he tells him over their organic cereal the following morning. When his beautiful eyes cloud with guilt, Burt knows what he’s thinking.
“It’s not your fault. It’s nothing to do with you or Finn.” Burt gets ready to go, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s hairline. They both know it’s not the truth.
---
“But I don’t want to go!” Kurt shouts, irrationally angry. Perhaps he can tell from the tone in Burt’s voice that he isn’t planning on this being a short stay.
“We’re not discussing this, Kurt. It’s done. You’re spending the summer with your uncle in South Dakota, you better pack.”
Kurt lets out a scream of frustration, practically throwing himself down the stairs. The heartbreak in his eyes is almost enough to make Burt change his mind, but he knows it’s for the best.
Nothing he can say will take that betrayed look away; Kurt clings onto him right up until they get into the car.
---
The house is disturbingly empty without him. Burt fills his days with chores; when he’s busy he doesn’t remember why everything is so quiet.
He finds himself smiling as he bags Kurt’s favourite organic cookies- it isn’t until he sets the shopping on the table that he remembers Kurt is not here to eat them.
In the shop, he can’t bring himself to take part in the inane banter; he gets called out on moping, and dragged to the bar. He’s drinking a lot more these days.
He falls asleep in Kurt’s bed, and the sheets smell so much like him that it hurts.
---
He’s working in the shop after hours and flicks the radio channel, and immediately the room is filled with that blonde woman wailing about bad romances and disco sticks, and for a moment, Burt forgets to breathe.
When he finds himself crying and mumbling along to the chorus, he knows it’s time to bring Kurt home.
Kurt screams in delight this time, launching himself off the porch and into Burt’s strong arms. Burt’s brother-in-law looks on, amused, reading no more into it than there should be. Burt almost can’t bring himself to leave- under Bobby’s roof there would be no room to falter.
---
Kurt falls asleep in the car. Burt carries him into the house, and carefully tucks him into bed. He doesn’t waste time; just brushes his fingers through Kurt’s hair, and gets up to leave. Pale fingers curl around his wrist.
Burt can’t read the look in Kurt’s eyes, and he’s not sure he wants to.
“Dad,” Kurt whispers, and it sends a shiver down Burt’s spine. “Promise me you won’t send me away like that again.”
Kurt’s gaze is wide and vulnerable, but underneath it, he sees the hope, the trust. The love. How could he possibly say no?
---
Part II
Part: 1/2
Pairing: Burt/Kurt (implied Burt/Carole, Kurt/OMC)
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Burt faces some uncomfortable truths, in drabbles of 100-ish words.
A/N: Slight Supernatural crossover. Blink and you'll miss it.
***
Burt has seen Kurt do many unpredictable things; has learnt to keep out of his room when Kurt isn’t there, in fear of stumbling across things he doesn’t want to know about.
When he was younger, Burt was afraid of finding Kurt dressed in his dead mother’s clothes; the thought of finding him semi-naked and in the middle of a strip-tease never flashed across his mind.
When the other boy catches hold of Kurt’s swaying hips, Burt turns away. He follows the tried and tested method of firmly shutting the lid on his emotions, and leaves.
He needs a drink.
---
Three weeks later, he finds Kurt sobbing into a pillow, curled into a ball. Fury bubbles beneath his skin, but he pushes it aside, because that isn’t what his boy needs.
But he can’t pretend to deny the surge of joy as Kurt abandons the pillow in favour of curling up in his arms, wetting his shirt with tears. He rocks his son to sleep, burying his face into the hollow of Kurt’s neck, inhaling his pure scent.
Kurt trusts him, unconditionally. Burt promises himself he will never do anything to break that trust, even as his goodnight kiss lingers just a little too long.
---
“This isn’t going to work, is it?” Carole whispers, softly, her eyes thick with unshed sorrow. Burt merely nods, scraping a palm across his mouth, unable to find the words to convince her to stay.
Kurt looks at him with confusion when he tells him over their organic cereal the following morning. When his beautiful eyes cloud with guilt, Burt knows what he’s thinking.
“It’s not your fault. It’s nothing to do with you or Finn.” Burt gets ready to go, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s hairline. They both know it’s not the truth.
---
“But I don’t want to go!” Kurt shouts, irrationally angry. Perhaps he can tell from the tone in Burt’s voice that he isn’t planning on this being a short stay.
“We’re not discussing this, Kurt. It’s done. You’re spending the summer with your uncle in South Dakota, you better pack.”
Kurt lets out a scream of frustration, practically throwing himself down the stairs. The heartbreak in his eyes is almost enough to make Burt change his mind, but he knows it’s for the best.
Nothing he can say will take that betrayed look away; Kurt clings onto him right up until they get into the car.
---
The house is disturbingly empty without him. Burt fills his days with chores; when he’s busy he doesn’t remember why everything is so quiet.
He finds himself smiling as he bags Kurt’s favourite organic cookies- it isn’t until he sets the shopping on the table that he remembers Kurt is not here to eat them.
In the shop, he can’t bring himself to take part in the inane banter; he gets called out on moping, and dragged to the bar. He’s drinking a lot more these days.
He falls asleep in Kurt’s bed, and the sheets smell so much like him that it hurts.
---
He’s working in the shop after hours and flicks the radio channel, and immediately the room is filled with that blonde woman wailing about bad romances and disco sticks, and for a moment, Burt forgets to breathe.
When he finds himself crying and mumbling along to the chorus, he knows it’s time to bring Kurt home.
Kurt screams in delight this time, launching himself off the porch and into Burt’s strong arms. Burt’s brother-in-law looks on, amused, reading no more into it than there should be. Burt almost can’t bring himself to leave- under Bobby’s roof there would be no room to falter.
---
Kurt falls asleep in the car. Burt carries him into the house, and carefully tucks him into bed. He doesn’t waste time; just brushes his fingers through Kurt’s hair, and gets up to leave. Pale fingers curl around his wrist.
Burt can’t read the look in Kurt’s eyes, and he’s not sure he wants to.
“Dad,” Kurt whispers, and it sends a shiver down Burt’s spine. “Promise me you won’t send me away like that again.”
Kurt’s gaze is wide and vulnerable, but underneath it, he sees the hope, the trust. The love. How could he possibly say no?
---
Part II