Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't even own the idea. My friend MissMarauder93 gave me this idea to write, and she is writing a similar story.

This is my first Klaine fic. I hope I live up to their (and your) expectations.

Burt whispered tunelessly as he put Kurt's clothes away. His son was out with Blaine, so Burt had decided to be nice and do Kurt's chores.

He grabbed Kurt's underwear and opened the top drawer of the dresser. He stopped whistling and froze, dropping the underwear.

There, behind Kurt's undershirts, was an open box of condoms.

Burt grabbed it, the words strawberry flavored sticking out. Only a handful were missing, but that didn't stop Burt from bringing the box downstairs and slamming it down at the head of the table. Burt sat in front of them, waiting for Kurt to come home with Blaine.

Burt straightened when he heard Blaine's car pull into the driveway. Kurt and Blaine chatted while walking to the house, and Burt's blood boiled at the sound of Blaine's voice.

That boy stole my son's innocence.

The door opened, and Kurt called out, "Dad?"

"In here, Kurt," Burt answered pleasantly.

Kurt appeared in the doorway, Blaine's hand linked in his own. Both boys wore soft smiles and stood closer together than before. Burt had noticed this over the past week, ever since the day after the premiere of West Side Story.

Now Burt knew why.

The smiles immediately vanished as Kurt and Blaine saw the box of condoms. The boys paled.

"Uh…I have to…go," Blaine stammered, making to leave. Kurt glared at him.

"Oh, no you don't," Burt said in a voice that made Blaine freeze. He gestured to the chairs on either side of him. "Sit."

"Dad-" Kurt began as he sat across from Blaine.

Burt held a hand up. "Save it, Kurt. Don't try to deny it."

Kurt closed his mouth, and Burt turned to Blaine. "You."

What color was left in Blaine's face disappeared. "Y-yes?"

"Do you love my son?"

Burt could tell that that wasn't what Kurt and Blaine had been expecting. They looked confused, but still very nervous.

"Of course I do," Blaine said, smiling at Kurt, who blushed. "I love him so, so much."

"Well, good," Burt said gruffly. "So…it was special for you?"

"Dad!" Kurt cried, blushing again.

"Kurt," Burt said, not looking away from Kurt. "Let me talk."

Blaine's eyes flickered from Burt to Kurt and back. "Yes," he said simply, looking straight into Burt's eyes.

Burt nodded. "Good, because my son matters, Blaine." He sighed. "And so do you." Burt turned to his son. "Kurt?" The question in his voice was obvious.

Kurt held his head high as he answered Burt. "It was special, Dad. No, it was perfect. I love Blaine."

Burt started to feel a little uncomfortable at the way his son and Blaine were now staring at one another. Their smiles were huge, and their eyes held so much love that Burt had to look away, feeling like he was intruding. He coughed, and both boys turned back to him, blushing.

"Okay, it's obvious to me that the two of you are serious about this relationship. I just don't want to see either of you get hurt."

Blaine spoke before Kurt could even open his mouth. "Mr. Hummel-"

"Call me Burt."

Blaine nodded. "Burt. I'm in this to the end. Like I said, I love Kurt. And…I hope to be with him forever. I want to marry him, and have a family with him." Burt could see tears forming in both boys' eyes. "And I would never hurt him."

Tears now pouring down his cheeks, Kurt stood up out of his chair and moved around the table to Blaine, wrapping his arms around him. Blaine curled his arms around Kurt's waist, nuzzling his face into his neck.

Burt bit his bottom lip, debating on whether or not to break them up. After all, this was not what Burt had called them in here for. But on the other hand, he had never seen Kurt look so happy before. Before he could decide, Kurt and Blaine pulled apart. Kurt took the chair next to Blaine, lacing their hands together.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered to him. "And I want all of that, too."

Blaine smiled. He leaned over and pecked Kurt's lips before the two boys turned back to Burt, once again blushing dark shades of red.

"Well," Burt said, a smile on his face. "I'm glad to hear that." He gestured to the condoms, somewhat awkwardly. "And I can see that you're being safe, so…"

At that point, Burt heard the door slam open, and a few seconds later Finn ran into the dining room.

"Burt! I-" Finn stopped at the sight of the condoms. His eyes widened. "Did you go in my room?"

Burt stood up. "What?"

Finn grabbed up the box. As he read the label, a look of confusion spread over his face, which was typical for Finn. "Wait…these aren't mine." He then looked at Kurt and Blaine, a huge grin on his face. "Strawberry flavored?"

If it was possible, Kurt's and Blaine's faces turned an even darker shade of red. "Shut up, Finn," Kurt mumbled, his eyes fixed on the table.

"They actually taste like medicine," Blaine muttered.

Burt snapped his head over to Blaine. "What?"

"What?" Blaine squeaked, wincing as Kurt elbowed him in the ribs as he glared at him.

Finn burst out laughing, doubling over and setting the box of condoms back on the table. Burt closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he counted to ten slowly.

You know they…do that now. Just let it go.

When Burt opened his eyes again, Finn had stopped laughing, and Blaine and Kurt no longer had red faces. Though the two boys did still look a little awkward.

"You know, Rachel said that the blueberry flavored ones actually taste like blueberries." And cue two blushing boys.

Burt sighed again, before realizing what had just been said. "Finn…have you and Rachel…?"

Finn paled. "Uh…"

Kurt and Blaine brightened. "Does this mean me and Blaine are free to go?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"Yes," Burt said. "Just leave the door open."

"We're not going to have sex with other people in the house," Kurt mumbled. Did Blaine look disappointed?

As Kurt and Blaine hurried out of the room, Burt told Finn to sit down, bracing himself for another talk. Suddenly Blaine appeared in the doorway again.

"Uh, Burt…can we have the condoms back?"

Awkward Blaine is awkward :)

Soooo, how did I do on my first Klaine fic? I would really like to know. (That means to review )