Glee - Father of Seven - 3/?
Finn was playing Modern Warfare II in the living room when Kurt walked in. It was two in the morning, and he was waiting up, since Burt and his mom had gone to bed because they had work in the morning.
“What was so important at Puck’s?” he asked without looking from the screen, concentrating on shooting his enemies.
“Stuff.” Kurt dropped onto the couch, grabbed a controller, and demanded Finn turn on Black Ops instead. Finn killed one more guy and then shut it off, switching games. He knew something had to be up. Kurt rarely used one word answers like that, let alone start playing video games this late. Even on the weekends, he liked his beauty sleep. And Kurt only played first-person shooters when he seriously needed to vent some energy.
“What happened?” Finn asked fifteen minutes later.
“Stuff. It’s none of your business.”
“But-”
“Shut up and die!” Kurt growled, shooting Finn’s character.
“Hey! We’re on the same team, here!”
“I’m on nobody’s team right now. I’m just killing shit.”
Yeah, something went down at Puck’s. And Kurt clearly wasn’t sharing.
“Were you even at Puck’s? Or did something happen with Blaine?”
“Finn, I was at Puck’s. With Santana and Quinn. By the way, you’re dating her again? Really?”
“She told you that?”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh. She’s been trying to get me to ‘go public’ for weeks. If I keep holding off, I think she’s gonna dump me.”
“I think you shouldn’t have gotten back with her.” Finn frowned as his character died again.
“You think I should go back to Rachel?”
“Oh no. She’s just as bad in some ways. I think you need a chance to yourself. Find a girl you actually like, not one that’s just using you for her image. Which both of those girls have, are, were, and did do.” Finn didn’t quite understand that sentence, but didn’t say anything. He was pretty sure Kurt was saying Quinn and Rachel just wanted him to make themselves look better.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They were still playing when Burt came down at seven that morning.
“You boys are up early,” he commented, getting his coffee.
“Still,” Kurt threw out, button mashing.
“What?”
“We’re up still.”
From the silence, Finn was pretty sure Burt was staring at them and blinking. He practically heard the shake of his head as Burt muttered something about being young and not needing sleep.
“Dad, I need to talk to you tonight.”
“About what?”
“School. I won’t go into it now, since you’ve just gotten up and I’m so exhausted my eyes are grainy. I’ll wait until we’re both awake enough to have a proper conversation.”
“…Right.”
Burt went about getting breakfast and Finn finally declared that he couldn’t see straight anymore and was going to bed. Kurt finished his current line of enemies before following him up the stairs to his new bedroom.
~
When Quinn got home the next day, around noon, she knew she would have to tell her mother sooner than last time. She knew Puck wouldn’t come over singing a song about her being pregnant, so she knew it could never go as badly as last time, but she also knew that her mother had figured it out on her own, but she wasn’t sure when.
She didn’t say anything that day. She had to plan it all out carefully. It had to happen when she was ready. Not that she would ever be ready.
Santana came over with her, wanting to avoid home for as long as she could. They sat in Quinn’s room, talking. They had drifted apart since the pregnancy the year before, and if they were going to go through this, the four of them together, it was time to catch up and get back to being the friends they used to be.
“If I tell you something, you promise not to blab? We’re sisters in this, right?” Quinn was taken aback by Santana’s use of the word sister, but nodded. “I haven’t even slept with Sam.”
“Why not?”
“We only got together to make people jealous.”
“Who?”
“Well, you for one. He was pissed about that.”
Quinn looked down at the comforter on her bed. “I know.”
“Listen, this is the part I need you to Sister-Swear to secrecy.”
“Sister-Swear?”
“Yeah. Don’t you remember first grade?”
“Kind of. Parts of it.”
“You, me, and Britt, plus a couple other girls. We would always Sister-Swear. It was more than a pinky swear, because if we broke it, we weren’t sisters anymore.”
Quinn closed her eyes, thinking back. As she focused, a few memories came to her. The sharpest was when Brittany’s crush on a boy in their class was revealed by the other girls in the group. They were banished as sisters. Quinn smiled, opening her eyes.
“I remember. I haven’t thought about that in years.”
“So you Sister-Swear?”
“Yeah.”
“I was trying to get Britt’s attention.”
“What?” Quinn asked with a slight giggle. Was Santana finally going to recognize what had been obvious to Quinn since high school started?
“Brittany. I… I told her the week Ms. Holliday was back, but she basically told me I was second to Artie.”
“Oh, Santana. I’m sorry.”
“I mean, I know I’m kind of a bitch to people, and I might have told her some stuff to twist it around to make it okay for us to have sex while still dating the boys, but I just… I miss her, Quinn.”
“Have you talked to her since she turned you down?”
Santana shrugged. “She said she didn’t know why I wasn’t talking to her, and then Coach Sylvester interrupted us to watch the dirt fall out of our lockers.”
“Well, after Sam’s done throwing whatever fit he’ll throw, talk to her. Or something. San, I don’t know. Obviously, I’m no good at this relationship thing, or I wouldn’t have ended up where I am.”
“Yeah, well… Can I stay here tonight?” Santana asked, changing the subject.
“Don’t want to go home?”
“Not really. Mami’s just going to ask where I’ve been and Papi’s going to yell about me whoring around or something.”
“Think you’re going to get thrown out?” Santana nodded.
“Well,” Quinn said, putting her arms around her new sister, “if I don’t, maybe you can stay here.”
“What are the chances of Puck getting kicked out?”
“I don’t know.”
~
When Burt got home that night, he had nearly forgotten that Kurt wanted to talk to him. He was reminded quite bodily when Kurt dropped onto the couch beside him, nearly pressed against him, and turned off Deadliest Catch. Rather than complain about the loss of his program, Burt raised his eyebrows.
Kurt had always been affectionate, but he usually only got so close when he needed some sort of physical reassurance. So Burt put his arm around his son and asked, “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he answered, laying his head on Burt’s shoulder.
“About what?”
“Transferring back to McKinley.”
That was a surprise to Burt. “Really?” Kurt nodded. “How come? I thought you liked it at Dalton.”
“I do,” Kurt insisted, looking up at Burt from his shoulder. “But I miss New Directions and my friends.”
“Is this about going to Nationals? You know you can go and see them perform.”
“No!” Kurt exclaimed, sitting up. “It’s not about that. If I had to stay out of New Directions to get you to let me transfer back, I would! This is about my friends, Dad.”
“Well, alright. What is it that you think you need to go back for?”
“I…” Kurt leaned back into Burt, staring at his hands folded in his lap.
“What going on, Kurt?”
“I miss them, and stuff...”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Dad…”
“Kurt, what aren’t you telling me? Is it this boy you’re seeing? He not treating you right?”
“Dad, Blaine is a gentleman. It really is my friends. They need me home.”
Burt looked at Kurt, evaluating everything he saw and comparing it to everything he knew. Kurt was hiding something important, something he felt he couldn’t tell but he desperately wanted to. Burt decided to push.
“Tell me what’s happening, Kurt.”
Kurt blinked and swallowed. Then he ducked his head and whispered, “I got Noah pregnant.”
~!~
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