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“Bye Dad!" Kurt called over his shoulder as he darted out the door.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, get your butt back in here kid,” Burt grabbed the door before it could shut, then ushered Kurt back in.
“Dad,” Kurt huffed, smoothing the drape of his scarf: mist grey shot with silver to make his eye pop. Hopefully Blaine would notice. If he didn’t, Kurt might kill him. ”I’m going to be late!”
“Late for where exactly?” Burt asked.
Kurt flicked his eyes away and swallowed. “Just, you know,” he gestured, “out.”
“Out with who, exactly?” Oh god his dad was using that tone.
“What is this the third degree?” Kurt had to bite his lip but it was too late. Being sassy had touch and go results in Kurt’s life, and yet he could never seem to help himself.
“It is now,” Burt crossed his arms. Kurt did too, meeting his stare. They looked at each other for a long, silent minute.
“Okay, okay,” Kurt threw his hands up. “I’m going out to dinner with Blaine.”
“Huh,” Burt looked away and seemed to be trying to suppress a smile.
“...so?” Kurt finally asked when he couldn’t take it any more.
“So is this a date kind of thing?” Burt asked. Kurt clasped his hands and tried not to smile too big when he nodded. He wasn’t sure how his dad might take the whole Blaine from best friend to Blaine to boyfriend thing, but that glimmer of a smile had told him everything he needed to know.
“But I don’t want to be late and--”
“Yeah, nope,” Burt took him by the arms and turned him away from the door, then set him down on the couch. “If this is a date, we have to talk.”
“Dad,” Kurt groaned, feeling his stomach clench. “Please do not tell me we have to have one of those talksright now.”