12 Days of Kurtmas fic - it's even late for Easter!
Once again I failed to post copies of comment fics that I wrote. These were for the 12 Days of Kurtmas - Day 8 on morethan4sides way back on December 20th.
Kurt/Puck: Snowflakes (No spoilers, but set with Kurt back at McKinley post-Dalton.)
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2386645#t2386645
Kurt and Puck had each had their time away for one reason or another.
When Puck came back from juvie, he found Sam and Quinn dating, Artie having hooked up with Brittany, been mean to her, and wanting to make up with her, and everyone seeming to have forgotten that he gave up his daughter only months before.
When Kurt came back from Dalton, he found Rachel and Finn broken up, Mercedes and Santana scheming to break Artie and Brittany up after Artie admitted he “like liked” Mercedes, and everyone seeming to have forgotten that the reason he left McKinley in the first place was because he feared for his safety.
It hadn’t even been more than a few months, but the western Ohio winter was fading into something warmer. Snowflakes fell and the ones that made it to the ground melted into a loose brown slush.
Snowflakes stopped being pretty when they hit the ground.
Kurt was already dressed for spring, shivering in a red pea coat and black scarf that served more as a fashionable garnish than as something keeping him warm. At Dalton he’d worn thermals under his uniform, but the jeans he was wearing now were too tight for them and when the wind blew it felt like it was brushing along his bare skin. It would make sense to go back inside to wait for rehearsal to start, but he felt so out of place. He’d missed everyone while he was at Dalton, but now that he was back he felt like a guest and it was worse than being the new kid because he knew the feeling of camaraderie that he’d lost.
The auditorium door squeaked open, hinges still frozen from the colder days, and boots crunched on the slush behind him. The footsteps were too heavy to be Mercedes or Rachel, too deliberate to be Finn, who was always hesitant when he thought something might be wrong. Kurt was expecting Mr. Schuester, so he was surprised when he saw the silhouette of Puck’s Mohawk out of the corner of his eye.
Kurt made a point of continuing to look forward as if Puck hadn’t appeared, but Puck’s own silence finally made him twitchy enough that he had to look over. Puck was looking contemplative, or at least as contemplative as Kurt figured he could look. Kurt was resting under an overhang, protected from the falling snow until the wind blew it his way, but Puck was a step ahead, face poking out just enough to catch a constant sprinkle of falling snow.
Kurt watched Puck, waiting for him to say something, whether it was to try to get Kurt to come inside or to declare that they should both get out of there. Kurt kind of hoped Puck would tell him that they should just get out of there. But Puck just stood there, snowflakes melting as they hit his forehead and his cheeks. He only had a sweatshirt on, but to Kurt he looked like he was burning up-like the snowflakes were smoldering as soon as they made contact with him.
Puck turned his head just enough to leer at Kurt as if he’d read his mind and Kurt snapped his attention back toward the desolate parking lot, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.
“Come on.” Puck tapped Kurt’s arm and nodded back at the auditorium door when Kurt looked his way. “Let’s get back in before they think we’re making out.”
Kurt snorted. “Right.”
Kurt and Sue: atheism at Christmas.
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2380501#t2380501
“I would, but I actually saw Mr. Schuester the other day and I haven’t even seen my dad that recently. I think I’ll just stay here with him and Carole.” Kurt had already heard about the impromptu glee club get together at Mr. Schue’s apartment from Finn, who was about to head out the door himself. Finn must have told somebody that Kurt declined the invitation because Sue herself had called him up and ordered him to attend.
“Lady-” Sue started, but Kurt interrupted her.
“You said you wouldn’t call me that anymore.” Kurt wasn’t particularly bothered by the nickname anymore, but there was a principle at stake.
“You’re right, Porcelain Pants,” Sue continued as Kurt mumbled under his breath that that wasn’t exactly the name they had agreed upon, “Take this from someone who knows, parents need a life of their own. You’re 19-”
“I’m 17. You do know how old high school students are, right?”
“When I was 17, I was a full time stunt double for Pamela Anderson and part time Navy Seal. And do you know why?” Sue asked then answered herself. “Because I knew I had to be self-sufficient.”
“I don’t understand what this has to do with me staying with my family on Christmas.”
“Then let me be blunt. From what I hear, your father and his new wife cancelled their honeymoon to pay your tuition at some second-rate prep school that doesn’t even have a cheerleading program. I know why they did it and it’s one of the few things anyone else has ever done that I can respect. So, why don’t you let them have some time alone together without you or that walking Christmas tree of a step-brother in the house?”
“Look, I’m really happy that you’re doing this for Mr. Schue, especially considering the thought he put into your gift and the fact that you seem more likely to set up an ambush in his apartment than a surprise party. But Christmas Eve isn’t really a day to spend with my old teacher. I’ve been away from my dad for weeks at a time for the first time in my life. He’s still sick and I’m all that he has-.”
“You used to be all that he had,” Sue pointed out, “But let me ask you this: is your father sad or lonely on Christmas?”
“What?” Kurt never noticed his father being especially lonely or sad on any holidays. The only day of importance to them were their Friday night dinners.
“You see there are people who put so much importance into a few days of the year that a few drops of rain hits them like a hail storm. Don’t know much about your dad, but he doesn’t seem the type to need a Christian-pagan ritual holiday to tell him to spend time with his kid.”
Kurt thought about Christmases past and although they had celebrated the secular aspects with the evergreen in the living room and some hot cocoa with classic films on Christmas Eve, it wasn’t as if they went to church or read scripture on the holiday. And it wasn’t as if they never sat around with a warm drink and an old film on dozens of other days throughout the Christmas season.
“You know who needs cheering up on Christmas?” Sue continued, sensing she was winning Kurt over, “The Will Schuesters of the world. Coming into the season with all of this hope that they’ll be surrounded by family, celebrating, singing, laughing. It’s even worse if they expect their God to make everything that’s wrong with their life magically better for that one special night.” Sue’s voice was distantly bitter, but it didn’t sound as if she were particularly passionate about what she was saying. More or less, she just seemed resigned.
“You’re saying that Christmas is a day for cynics and atheists?” Kurt asked, trying to understand how Sue thought anything she was saying would make him want to leave his home to celebrate Christmas Eve with friends instead of family.
“Well look at you and me. We don’t spend December expecting mankind to suddenly be any better than it’s been. We don’t cry over how Christmas has become commercialized because that’s what it’s always been to us. Christmas is a chance to get some gifts and maybe spend some time with people who you mildly tolerate. You can be with family anytime; why don’t you come on over and see who you can guilt into sending you a present?”
“They should miss me enough to get me something good…”
“Outstanding.” Sue declared before hanging up.
Burt and Kurt, Power Rangers A
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2380757#t2380757
Sometimes Kurt surprised him.
In 2001,when Kurt was about eight years old, he was suddenly obsessed with Power Rangers.
Burt had been aware of the show in passing, hell in the mid-nineties he and his buddies used to put the original incarnation on in the background as a joke while they played cards.
By the time Kurt started watching, the show seemed to be about time travel and it wasn’t long before Burt realized that what intrigued Kurt most was the idea of time travel.
It hadn’t been long since Burt lost his wife-since Kurt lost his mother-and a tiny part of himself that he didn’t want to listen to kept telling Burt to make sure that Kurt didn’t think time travel was really possible. That he wasn’t going to start thinking it was a way to get her back.
But just as he did when Kurt wanted sensible heels, and pink tassels on his bike, and bowties and tea parties, Burt buried the part of himself that wanted to ask questions and went along for the ride.
He was a single dad raising a little boy who until that year hadn’t wanted to watch anything but musicals, so Burt was more than happy to indulge Kurt’s newfound love of action adventure and superheroes.
Kurt always asked for the red ranger.
The first time, Kurt surprised him. As soon as they walked down the aisle of Toys ‘R Us and Burt saw those little plastic figures lined up on the shelves, he was just waiting for Kurt to pick up the pink one. The boy had picked pink cupcakes and pink dress shirts and pink roller skates before and Burt already saw him reaching for the pink Power Ranger before it ever happened.
Except it never did.
Kurt liked the red ranger and Burt was so relieved that he only briefly let himself wonder if it was because Kurt thought the actor was cute.
--
It wasn’t until October that the other shoe dropped. Kurt was describing the potential Halloween costumes that he wanted to chose from, and although he’d outgrown his days of wanting to be a princess, his choices were still pretty flamboyant. Pirates and cowboys and fairytale characters were accompanied with a list of dozens of classic characters from film and Broadway. Burt was sure he had the only kid who had asked for hairspray so he could brush his hair off of his forehead like Gene Kelly.
When Burt asked Kurt why he didn’t want to be a Power Ranger, Kurt informed him that it was because Burt was going to be the Power Ranger this year. After blinking a few times, Burt told his son that he didn’t think stores would have a costume in his size, but Kurt assured him that he’d seen them in a catalog. Burt looked down at the gut he’d been slowly growing ever since busting his knee and tried to think of a way to talk his son out of wanting him to walk around in a spandex body suit in public.
Burt still hadn’t made any progress by the time he and Kurt were in a temporary costume shop at the mall and Kurt walked up to him with an adult Power Ranger costume.
In pink.
Burt took the package from Kurt when it was handed to him and asked him gently if he’d grabbed the wrong one. When Kurt said ‘no,’ Burt said that he’d thought Kurt liked the red ranger. Kurt did like the red ranger, it was a pretty color, but the red ranger wasn’t the leader in Time Force, the pink ranger was. Burt had to be pink because pink was the leader.
Burt bought the costume and imagined how much fun his wife would have had wearing it.
It was the middle of the night, cold and windy when Burt found himself restless and unable to sleep. That costume was sitting there, the package shining out at him like it had a hidden message from his son that he just couldn’t read. Burt ended up online, using painfully slow dial-up that would have knocked him offline if anyone decided to call him at 2 in the morning. Anyone worth getting that call about was in that house now though, so Burt plowed on without worry.
In Power Rangers Time Force, the pink ranger is the leader of the Future Time Force Power Rangers. The pink ranger was made cold-hearted because of the apparent death of her fiancée (the former Red Ranger) in the year 3000.
Burt was at Kurt’s bedroom door peering in at his son sleep before he realized what he was doing. It took every bit of parental restraint to stop Burt from waking Kurt up and asking if he thought Burt had been made cold-hearted.
Even asleep, Kurt’s hair held its Gene Kelly part well. He snored lightly as photographs of his mother and father looked down on him, framed in antique frames that he had picked out.
Sometimes it was so easy to forget that the kid was eight years old. He was though, and to him the pink ranger was the leader so Burt was pink. Just like red was pretty so red was for him, and tea parties were fun and baseball was boring. Kurt was still young enough that he didn’t think about how embarrassing it would be to be seen with a giant Burt-shaped pink ranger.
And he would be seen with that Burt shaped pink ranger, because if there’s anything Burt wasn’t, it’s cold-hearted.
They’d definitely both have masks and do their trick-or-treating in another neighborhood though.
Burt and Kurt, Power Rangers B (Kurt/White Ranger brunet of your choice - NC-17)
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2382549#t2382549
Burt was a realistic kind of guy. When Carole had started spending nights over at his house, he didn’t get squeamish over a used tampon wrapped up in the bathroom trash. When he overheard Finn telling his mom about some party he wanted to go to, he expected there to be drinking and he took Finn aside and told him not to get in over his head. And when he had a teenage son-gay, straight, or bisexual-he assumed the kid was masturbating.
Yeah, Burt had a bad habit of walking into rooms unannounced, especially if Kurt was blasting his music or otherwise making more noise than a boy his size should make, but if he heard grunting or moaning then he was staying far away from there. He could probably count how many times that had happened on one hand if he hadn’t scrubbed each incident from his mind, but each time there was a part of him thinking God, I hope he’s in there alone.
It wasn’t even about Kurt being down there with a boy so much as it was the idea of his son with that same face he’d had since he was twelve years old getting naked and making O-faces around somebody else. No parent ever wants to face the day when they realize their kid gets someone off.
So Burt wouldn’t have walked in if Kurt hadn’t been drowned out by the sound of the television. Of course, Burt wouldn’t have felt the need to come down to the basement if Kurt’s television hadn’t been so loud. And Burt wouldn’t have been in such a rush to burst in if Kurt hadn’t been watching something so utterly random.
Burt knew what it was from the poorly dubbed villainous voices and the deafening sounds of a fight scene playing out. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, a DVD that Kurt had inherited from an older cousin on his mother’s side and that he’d kept in his collection for sentimental reasons. He hadn’t actually watched that thing in at least a decade, as far as Burt knew.
Burt was just about to reach out to turn off Kurt’s surround sound when he stopped short on the steps when he saw Kurt.
Kurt and the white ranger.
Burt knew his son would have sex one day, and that it might have happened already, but he hadn’t expected anything like this. Amongst the expanse of gray and white that made up the Hummel basement, sat a figure in white lycra, perched back in Kurt’s egg-shaped swingy chair-Burt didn’t know what it was really called and fuck if it mattered right now. His legs were spread open and Kurt was kneeling between them and right then Burt wished that the chair were facing him so all he could see would be Kurt’s head bobbing up and down. The chair was at an angle though, so Burt had a full view of his only son’s mouth stretched around some guy’s cock.
The guy’s hands were threaded through Kurt’s hair, pulling him back and pushing him lower and Burt thought that Kurt must really like this guy if he was letting him mess up his hair. Then he realized that he was thinking this while Kurt had a mouth full of the guy’s genitals, so maybe the hair mussing shouldn’t have been what really stood out. It was hard not to be hyper-aware of the way the guy was pulling Kurt’s hair though, especially when he pulled Kurt’s head forward with a rough yank. Burt jumped a little when Kurt choked loudly and dribbled into the guy’s pubic hair.
Kurt had some guy’s cock down his throat and all Burt knew was that the guy had dark hair. If he didn’t find out who this guy was, he’d never be able to look at anyone but Sam without wondering. And Kurt said even he probably dyes his hair.
Kurt/Puck: Snowflakes (No spoilers, but set with Kurt back at McKinley post-Dalton.)
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2386645#t2386645
Kurt and Puck had each had their time away for one reason or another.
When Puck came back from juvie, he found Sam and Quinn dating, Artie having hooked up with Brittany, been mean to her, and wanting to make up with her, and everyone seeming to have forgotten that he gave up his daughter only months before.
When Kurt came back from Dalton, he found Rachel and Finn broken up, Mercedes and Santana scheming to break Artie and Brittany up after Artie admitted he “like liked” Mercedes, and everyone seeming to have forgotten that the reason he left McKinley in the first place was because he feared for his safety.
It hadn’t even been more than a few months, but the western Ohio winter was fading into something warmer. Snowflakes fell and the ones that made it to the ground melted into a loose brown slush.
Snowflakes stopped being pretty when they hit the ground.
Kurt was already dressed for spring, shivering in a red pea coat and black scarf that served more as a fashionable garnish than as something keeping him warm. At Dalton he’d worn thermals under his uniform, but the jeans he was wearing now were too tight for them and when the wind blew it felt like it was brushing along his bare skin. It would make sense to go back inside to wait for rehearsal to start, but he felt so out of place. He’d missed everyone while he was at Dalton, but now that he was back he felt like a guest and it was worse than being the new kid because he knew the feeling of camaraderie that he’d lost.
The auditorium door squeaked open, hinges still frozen from the colder days, and boots crunched on the slush behind him. The footsteps were too heavy to be Mercedes or Rachel, too deliberate to be Finn, who was always hesitant when he thought something might be wrong. Kurt was expecting Mr. Schuester, so he was surprised when he saw the silhouette of Puck’s Mohawk out of the corner of his eye.
Kurt made a point of continuing to look forward as if Puck hadn’t appeared, but Puck’s own silence finally made him twitchy enough that he had to look over. Puck was looking contemplative, or at least as contemplative as Kurt figured he could look. Kurt was resting under an overhang, protected from the falling snow until the wind blew it his way, but Puck was a step ahead, face poking out just enough to catch a constant sprinkle of falling snow.
Kurt watched Puck, waiting for him to say something, whether it was to try to get Kurt to come inside or to declare that they should both get out of there. Kurt kind of hoped Puck would tell him that they should just get out of there. But Puck just stood there, snowflakes melting as they hit his forehead and his cheeks. He only had a sweatshirt on, but to Kurt he looked like he was burning up-like the snowflakes were smoldering as soon as they made contact with him.
Puck turned his head just enough to leer at Kurt as if he’d read his mind and Kurt snapped his attention back toward the desolate parking lot, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.
“Come on.” Puck tapped Kurt’s arm and nodded back at the auditorium door when Kurt looked his way. “Let’s get back in before they think we’re making out.”
Kurt snorted. “Right.”
Kurt and Sue: atheism at Christmas.
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2380501#t2380501
“I would, but I actually saw Mr. Schuester the other day and I haven’t even seen my dad that recently. I think I’ll just stay here with him and Carole.” Kurt had already heard about the impromptu glee club get together at Mr. Schue’s apartment from Finn, who was about to head out the door himself. Finn must have told somebody that Kurt declined the invitation because Sue herself had called him up and ordered him to attend.
“Lady-” Sue started, but Kurt interrupted her.
“You said you wouldn’t call me that anymore.” Kurt wasn’t particularly bothered by the nickname anymore, but there was a principle at stake.
“You’re right, Porcelain Pants,” Sue continued as Kurt mumbled under his breath that that wasn’t exactly the name they had agreed upon, “Take this from someone who knows, parents need a life of their own. You’re 19-”
“I’m 17. You do know how old high school students are, right?”
“When I was 17, I was a full time stunt double for Pamela Anderson and part time Navy Seal. And do you know why?” Sue asked then answered herself. “Because I knew I had to be self-sufficient.”
“I don’t understand what this has to do with me staying with my family on Christmas.”
“Then let me be blunt. From what I hear, your father and his new wife cancelled their honeymoon to pay your tuition at some second-rate prep school that doesn’t even have a cheerleading program. I know why they did it and it’s one of the few things anyone else has ever done that I can respect. So, why don’t you let them have some time alone together without you or that walking Christmas tree of a step-brother in the house?”
“Look, I’m really happy that you’re doing this for Mr. Schue, especially considering the thought he put into your gift and the fact that you seem more likely to set up an ambush in his apartment than a surprise party. But Christmas Eve isn’t really a day to spend with my old teacher. I’ve been away from my dad for weeks at a time for the first time in my life. He’s still sick and I’m all that he has-.”
“You used to be all that he had,” Sue pointed out, “But let me ask you this: is your father sad or lonely on Christmas?”
“What?” Kurt never noticed his father being especially lonely or sad on any holidays. The only day of importance to them were their Friday night dinners.
“You see there are people who put so much importance into a few days of the year that a few drops of rain hits them like a hail storm. Don’t know much about your dad, but he doesn’t seem the type to need a Christian-pagan ritual holiday to tell him to spend time with his kid.”
Kurt thought about Christmases past and although they had celebrated the secular aspects with the evergreen in the living room and some hot cocoa with classic films on Christmas Eve, it wasn’t as if they went to church or read scripture on the holiday. And it wasn’t as if they never sat around with a warm drink and an old film on dozens of other days throughout the Christmas season.
“You know who needs cheering up on Christmas?” Sue continued, sensing she was winning Kurt over, “The Will Schuesters of the world. Coming into the season with all of this hope that they’ll be surrounded by family, celebrating, singing, laughing. It’s even worse if they expect their God to make everything that’s wrong with their life magically better for that one special night.” Sue’s voice was distantly bitter, but it didn’t sound as if she were particularly passionate about what she was saying. More or less, she just seemed resigned.
“You’re saying that Christmas is a day for cynics and atheists?” Kurt asked, trying to understand how Sue thought anything she was saying would make him want to leave his home to celebrate Christmas Eve with friends instead of family.
“Well look at you and me. We don’t spend December expecting mankind to suddenly be any better than it’s been. We don’t cry over how Christmas has become commercialized because that’s what it’s always been to us. Christmas is a chance to get some gifts and maybe spend some time with people who you mildly tolerate. You can be with family anytime; why don’t you come on over and see who you can guilt into sending you a present?”
“They should miss me enough to get me something good…”
“Outstanding.” Sue declared before hanging up.
Burt and Kurt, Power Rangers A
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2380757#t2380757
Sometimes Kurt surprised him.
In 2001,when Kurt was about eight years old, he was suddenly obsessed with Power Rangers.
Burt had been aware of the show in passing, hell in the mid-nineties he and his buddies used to put the original incarnation on in the background as a joke while they played cards.
By the time Kurt started watching, the show seemed to be about time travel and it wasn’t long before Burt realized that what intrigued Kurt most was the idea of time travel.
It hadn’t been long since Burt lost his wife-since Kurt lost his mother-and a tiny part of himself that he didn’t want to listen to kept telling Burt to make sure that Kurt didn’t think time travel was really possible. That he wasn’t going to start thinking it was a way to get her back.
But just as he did when Kurt wanted sensible heels, and pink tassels on his bike, and bowties and tea parties, Burt buried the part of himself that wanted to ask questions and went along for the ride.
He was a single dad raising a little boy who until that year hadn’t wanted to watch anything but musicals, so Burt was more than happy to indulge Kurt’s newfound love of action adventure and superheroes.
Kurt always asked for the red ranger.
The first time, Kurt surprised him. As soon as they walked down the aisle of Toys ‘R Us and Burt saw those little plastic figures lined up on the shelves, he was just waiting for Kurt to pick up the pink one. The boy had picked pink cupcakes and pink dress shirts and pink roller skates before and Burt already saw him reaching for the pink Power Ranger before it ever happened.
Except it never did.
Kurt liked the red ranger and Burt was so relieved that he only briefly let himself wonder if it was because Kurt thought the actor was cute.
--
It wasn’t until October that the other shoe dropped. Kurt was describing the potential Halloween costumes that he wanted to chose from, and although he’d outgrown his days of wanting to be a princess, his choices were still pretty flamboyant. Pirates and cowboys and fairytale characters were accompanied with a list of dozens of classic characters from film and Broadway. Burt was sure he had the only kid who had asked for hairspray so he could brush his hair off of his forehead like Gene Kelly.
When Burt asked Kurt why he didn’t want to be a Power Ranger, Kurt informed him that it was because Burt was going to be the Power Ranger this year. After blinking a few times, Burt told his son that he didn’t think stores would have a costume in his size, but Kurt assured him that he’d seen them in a catalog. Burt looked down at the gut he’d been slowly growing ever since busting his knee and tried to think of a way to talk his son out of wanting him to walk around in a spandex body suit in public.
Burt still hadn’t made any progress by the time he and Kurt were in a temporary costume shop at the mall and Kurt walked up to him with an adult Power Ranger costume.
In pink.
Burt took the package from Kurt when it was handed to him and asked him gently if he’d grabbed the wrong one. When Kurt said ‘no,’ Burt said that he’d thought Kurt liked the red ranger. Kurt did like the red ranger, it was a pretty color, but the red ranger wasn’t the leader in Time Force, the pink ranger was. Burt had to be pink because pink was the leader.
Burt bought the costume and imagined how much fun his wife would have had wearing it.
It was the middle of the night, cold and windy when Burt found himself restless and unable to sleep. That costume was sitting there, the package shining out at him like it had a hidden message from his son that he just couldn’t read. Burt ended up online, using painfully slow dial-up that would have knocked him offline if anyone decided to call him at 2 in the morning. Anyone worth getting that call about was in that house now though, so Burt plowed on without worry.
In Power Rangers Time Force, the pink ranger is the leader of the Future Time Force Power Rangers. The pink ranger was made cold-hearted because of the apparent death of her fiancée (the former Red Ranger) in the year 3000.
Burt was at Kurt’s bedroom door peering in at his son sleep before he realized what he was doing. It took every bit of parental restraint to stop Burt from waking Kurt up and asking if he thought Burt had been made cold-hearted.
Even asleep, Kurt’s hair held its Gene Kelly part well. He snored lightly as photographs of his mother and father looked down on him, framed in antique frames that he had picked out.
Sometimes it was so easy to forget that the kid was eight years old. He was though, and to him the pink ranger was the leader so Burt was pink. Just like red was pretty so red was for him, and tea parties were fun and baseball was boring. Kurt was still young enough that he didn’t think about how embarrassing it would be to be seen with a giant Burt-shaped pink ranger.
And he would be seen with that Burt shaped pink ranger, because if there’s anything Burt wasn’t, it’s cold-hearted.
They’d definitely both have masks and do their trick-or-treating in another neighborhood though.
Burt and Kurt, Power Rangers B (Kurt/White Ranger brunet of your choice - NC-17)
http://morethan4sides.livejournal.com/42453.html?thread=2382549#t2382549
Burt was a realistic kind of guy. When Carole had started spending nights over at his house, he didn’t get squeamish over a used tampon wrapped up in the bathroom trash. When he overheard Finn telling his mom about some party he wanted to go to, he expected there to be drinking and he took Finn aside and told him not to get in over his head. And when he had a teenage son-gay, straight, or bisexual-he assumed the kid was masturbating.
Yeah, Burt had a bad habit of walking into rooms unannounced, especially if Kurt was blasting his music or otherwise making more noise than a boy his size should make, but if he heard grunting or moaning then he was staying far away from there. He could probably count how many times that had happened on one hand if he hadn’t scrubbed each incident from his mind, but each time there was a part of him thinking God, I hope he’s in there alone.
It wasn’t even about Kurt being down there with a boy so much as it was the idea of his son with that same face he’d had since he was twelve years old getting naked and making O-faces around somebody else. No parent ever wants to face the day when they realize their kid gets someone off.
So Burt wouldn’t have walked in if Kurt hadn’t been drowned out by the sound of the television. Of course, Burt wouldn’t have felt the need to come down to the basement if Kurt’s television hadn’t been so loud. And Burt wouldn’t have been in such a rush to burst in if Kurt hadn’t been watching something so utterly random.
Burt knew what it was from the poorly dubbed villainous voices and the deafening sounds of a fight scene playing out. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, a DVD that Kurt had inherited from an older cousin on his mother’s side and that he’d kept in his collection for sentimental reasons. He hadn’t actually watched that thing in at least a decade, as far as Burt knew.
Burt was just about to reach out to turn off Kurt’s surround sound when he stopped short on the steps when he saw Kurt.
Kurt and the white ranger.
Burt knew his son would have sex one day, and that it might have happened already, but he hadn’t expected anything like this. Amongst the expanse of gray and white that made up the Hummel basement, sat a figure in white lycra, perched back in Kurt’s egg-shaped swingy chair-Burt didn’t know what it was really called and fuck if it mattered right now. His legs were spread open and Kurt was kneeling between them and right then Burt wished that the chair were facing him so all he could see would be Kurt’s head bobbing up and down. The chair was at an angle though, so Burt had a full view of his only son’s mouth stretched around some guy’s cock.
The guy’s hands were threaded through Kurt’s hair, pulling him back and pushing him lower and Burt thought that Kurt must really like this guy if he was letting him mess up his hair. Then he realized that he was thinking this while Kurt had a mouth full of the guy’s genitals, so maybe the hair mussing shouldn’t have been what really stood out. It was hard not to be hyper-aware of the way the guy was pulling Kurt’s hair though, especially when he pulled Kurt’s head forward with a rough yank. Burt jumped a little when Kurt choked loudly and dribbled into the guy’s pubic hair.
Kurt had some guy’s cock down his throat and all Burt knew was that the guy had dark hair. If he didn’t find out who this guy was, he’d never be able to look at anyone but Sam without wondering. And Kurt said even he probably dyes his hair.