After an awkwardly silent dinner, Blaine decided it was time to go, and bid the Hummels a fond farewell.
Kurt and his father waved to Blaine as he started walking, and Burt closed the door.
"So," he started, "how did you and Dalton-boy Blaine meet exactly?" Burt was somewhat smiling, looking a bit stressed or tired, Kurt couldn't tell.
"Well," Kurt sighed, "Puckerman made fun of me a few weeks ago when we were trying to decide on outfits for our last mash-up assignment for glee club, I suggested more feminine outfits to go with the songs-" Burt raised an eyebrow, "-the assignment was boys do girl songs, and vise versa."
"Oh." Kurt's father had to think for a minute. "Go on?"
"Well, when I suggested feather boas--the scarves with feathers on them, Dad--Puck said I should go to the Academy and spy because I could wear all the feathers I wanted and blend right in."
Burt was shocked at the words coming out of his son's mouth. "Well, did you stick up for yourself?"
"No," Kurt grimaced, "I instead went to spy like was suggested. When I got there, Blaine was the one I asked what all the hullabaloo was about with most of the school running one way..." He began to smile, remembering fondly his first visit to the Dalton Academy and first encounter with Blaine.
"Kurt?" His father tried to snap him out of it. "KURT."
Kurt shook his head and continued.
"Where was I? Oh, right. He said it was their glee club, which is basically the cool kids there, and he took me by the hand to go see their performance. Turns out Blaine is the lead singer of the group." Kurt smiled again. "After that, he and I had coffee, and he had helped me through some things at McKinley."
Burt finally asked, "Soooo... Is he, well, your... boyfriend or something now?" He had a sympathetic smile, knowing Blaine was gayer than his own son.
Kurt blushed, and hugged his dad. "Yeah, Dad, he is." He was so happy for himself, finding someone else to share with besides friends and his father.
"Well," Burt sighed, still smiling, "if he makes you happy, and if he's good to you, I approve."
Kurt looked up at his dad, tears beginning to form in his eyes, still smiling. "Really?"
The two hugged even tighter, Kurt beginning to sob into his father's shoulder. "Thank you, Daddy."
"No problem, son."
The next day seemed to drag on forever to Kurt, wanting to spread the happy news to his friends, and texting Blaine all day.
In the cafeteria, Mercedes finally broke the silence. "Alright, Kurt," she laughed, "what the hell are you so happy about today?"
Artie spoke next, "Yeah, and who've you been texting all day? I mean, I've never seen someone so attached to their phone."
Kurt just gave them a smug look, "If you must know, I'm seeing someone."
Mercedes' eyes widened and Artie couldn't find any words.
"You mean, like," Mercedes lowered her voice, getting more excited, "you have a boyfriend!?"
"That, my dear friends," Kurt stood, grabbing his lunch tray, "is for me to know, and for you to find out." He winked, turned, and said behind him, "See you at glee later!"
"Mercedes," Artie could finally speak, "do you think someone at the school came out to him, or do you think this is fake like with Brittany?"
Mercedes watched Kurt carefully. "Nah, I think this is for reals. I haven't seen him this happy since I've known him, have you?"
Artie shook his head. "I just wonder who it could be?"