[A/N] It's a bit short, but I thought it needed updating, so here we go. Enjoy!

When Kurt woke up he felt warm and comfortable. He blinked his eyes open, confused at his extreme comfort, and went to sit up, but something was weighing him down. He gently turned his head to the side to find a mop of curly hair buried into his back and an arm wrapped around his waist. Blaine must have moved into his bed during the night and, as Kurt knew, he was a cuddler. Kurt chuckled as he wriggled out of Blaine's grip.

Blaine murmured and grabbed after him in his sleep and so he took his pillow and lay it out in Blaine's arms. Blaine automatically hugged onto it and nuzzled his face into it. Kurt couldn't help but smile at his best friend.

Kurt tiptoed up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible in order to not wake anyone. Once he reached the top, he made his way into the kitchen to put the coffee machine on, but paused at the door when he noticed his father was already awake and sat up at the breakfast bar. Before he could even try and tiptoe back downstairs, Burt looked up from his paper and smiled at his son.

"Kurt," he greeted. "I put the coffee machine on already. Grab yourself a cup and come and sit with your old man."

Kurt nodded shyly and padded across the kitchen to pour his coffee. Once he'd got his mug of coffee, he sat down beside his father at the breakfast bar, who closed his newspaper and slid it to one side. Kurt took a sip of his drink, staring straight ahead at the counter.

"So, we need to talk, huh?" Burt said. Kurt didn't look up from the counter; he just nodded and hummed in agreement. "What's going on Kurt? What you said yesterday in the hospital..." He trailed off, leaving the floor open for Kurt to pipe up.

"It's really not anything to worry about," Kurt said.

"Kurt," Burt said sternly. "Look, I know we've never really talked much. I know that growing up it was always your mom who dealt with problems like school and friends. I know you'd rather talk to her than me about this, but she's not here now. Please, Kurt, it's killing me that you won't talk to me about this. I'm your dad, you know you can tell me anything."

"It's worse than middle school," Kurt piped up, his head raising to finally look at his father. Burt stayed silent, prompting Kurt to elaborate. "Kids were mean in middle school. They used to push me around and call me names. Now that's a good day. In high school, they prefer to hurt my physically. Throw me into dumpsters, push me into lockers, throw slushies at me. Blaine receives something similar, but it's not as bad for him."

"Why not?" asked Burt.

"Because he's not like me. He's a little short, yeah, and he dresses nicely which is apparently a sin, but I'm much more..." Kurt paused. He shook his head before speaking again. "He's just different."

"What have you done wrong? Why do they treat you like that, Kurt?" Burt questioned.

"I can't..." Kurt stopped, sniffing furiously as tears sprang to his eyes. "I can't say."

"Kurt, you can tell me anything," Burt assured him.

"You'll hate me," Kurt whispered.

"I will never hate you, Kurt. You could tell me that you'd murdered someone and I couldn't hate you. Heck, you could be a mass murderer and I still couldn't hate you. You're my son, I love you no matter what." Burt raised his hand and gave Kurt's shoulder a tight squeeze.

"I-I.." Kurt couldn't stop the tears falling down his face. He wiped at them furiously, trying to stay strong, but he couldn't help a sob escape from his throat.

"Kurt, please tell me," Burt begged.

Kurt took a deep breath, calming his tears. "I-I'm gay," he whispered, his voice shaking and his body going rigid. He couldn't meet his father's eye; he just stared down at the counter. Burt was silent and Kurt immediately regretted his admission, thinking that his father's silence was because he was disappointed or even disgusted. He jumped a little when his dad squeezed his shoulder again.

"Kurt, look at me," Burt instructed.

Kurt wiped his tears and peered up at his father. Instead of seeing disappointment, he saw hurt. "Kurt, you're my son. You really think I'd hate you for something like this? You're my boy, you're my world. My job is to love you for who you are, no matter who you are. This changes nothing, okay? I'm still your dad and I still love you."

Kurt let out a sob as he dived into his father's arms, burying his face into the crook of his dad's neck. He cried as Burt held him, whispering reassuring words to him as the sobs slowly began to calm down.

"Does Blaine know?" Burt asked. Kurt shook his head.

"No, and I don't want him to find out. I can't lose him," he sobbed.

"I don't think you would lose him, Kurt. Blaine is a good guy. I don't think he'd judge you like that Kurt,"Burt assured him.

"Please don't make me tell him dad. No one can know, please. They only assume as much at school, but if it was official, life would be hell. I don't think I could deal with it. Please, dad," Kurt begged, hugging his father tightly.

"Okay," Burt said. "I won't make you do anything. But I think it would help a lot if you had someone other than me to talk to. Not that I don't want you to talk to me, but you're not always gonna want to come to me and I don't want you to feel alone Kurt."

"I'm fine," Kurt insisted. "I'm fine."

"If you insist. Look, I'm gonna start cooking breakfast because I'm sure Blaine will be up soon, but try and think about what I said. You don't have to be alone in this, Kurt," Burt reminded him. He gave his son another tight squeeze.

"Thanks, dad. I love you," Kurt said.

"I love you too, kid," Burt replied, before letting go of his son to start making breakfast. Kurt sat still, sipping coffee and thinking about the conversation that had just occurred. He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps his dad was right.

Blaine woke up not long after and joined the Hummels in the kitchen for breakfast. He could tell that something had happened, but he didn't like to pry. He assumed that Kurt and Burt had had a conversation they wished to keep private.

"Okay, boys, tomorrow we need to go into your school and talk to the principal. And Blaine, do you want me to talk to your parents?" Burt asked.

"No," Blaine answered sharply. "I mean, it's okay, I'll talk to them."

"Dad, you can't talk to the principal," Kurt interrupted.

"Yes, I can," Burt insisted. "I'm not going to let you two suffer at school. Those bastards deserve to be punished."

"It will just make it worse," Kurt insisted.

"No Kurt, we're going to talk to your principal tomorrow and that's that!" Burt stated.

Kurt knew that there was no use arguing with his father anymore. He just hoped that talking to the principal wouldn't make things worse and that Blaine wouldn't find out his secret.