Discovery
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #14: Neon
A/N - Takes place during s4e10 (Glee, Actually).
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Burt trudged from the bathroom to the kitchen, set the coffee to brew and sat himself down at the table. He checked his phone and read the text from his wife that had been sent twenty minutes earlier. His thumb hovered over the call button but hesitated. He should make sure he wasn’t going to wake Blaine on the couch so Burt ambled into the lounge to check.
The undisturbed bedding laid out on the sofa and the shut curtains around Kurt’s bed were a blazing neon sign that buzzed, ‘You don’t even want to know what they got up to last night, but good for them’. With a grin, Burt took a seat on the blankets and dialled home.
“Good morning, honey. Merry Christmas,” Carole whispered through the phone line.
“Morning, love. Trying not to wake Finn, huh?” he whispered back, still smiling.
“Uh huh. I need to get the last batch of cookies iced before he gets up otherwise, well, you can kiss the cookies goodbye. How’s it going there? Are they still getting on?”
“Considering they slept in the same bed, yeah, I think that’s a safe bet.” Carole squealed at the revelation.
“Ooooh! Do you think they’re back together?”
“Dunno. Guess I’ll have to wait until they get up and see if they have something to say,” Burt said playfully.
“They’re not up?” she whispered excitedly. “Go over there! Tell Kurt I want to wish him a merry Christmas,” Carole insisted.
“No, that’d be-”
“Burt,” she said seriously.
“Carole,” he warned.
“Honey.” Burt sighed in resignation. “Please take the phone to Kurt.” He grumbled as he got up.
“Fine, but I’m not taking the fall for this. It’s all on you.” Carole simply laughed while Burt stood outside the curtained room and cleared his throat. “Kurt?” he called softly. “You awake? Carole’s on the phone.”
“Dad?” Kurt replied in a scratchy voice.
“She wants to talk to you.”
“Don’t come in here!” Kurt whispered furiously. “Uh…pass the phone through?” Burt slipped the cell phone through the curtains without looking and handed it off with a smile. Whatever trouble he’s about get in, it’d be worth it.
“Hi Carole.” Burt heard rustling as his son greeted his step-mom. “Shh, go back to sleep,” Kurt whispered. Sheets, perhaps? “Yeah, merry Christmas. Oh my god! Carole!” Kurt sounded scandalized as he whisper-shouted. His feet hit the floor and he stumbled around for a moment before ducking through the curtain clad only in pajama pants. “So much for being a lady,” he groused into the phone and then held it away from his ear as a loud laugh echoed from the earpiece. His son made his way to the kitchen with him in tow. While Kurt plopped into a kitchen chair and listened intently, Burt fetched the cups and set about pouring a hot drink.
“No, it’s not like that. Honestly. We’re just friends.” Kurt paused as she spoke. “You’ve been hitting the eggnog too early,” he said with a giggle. “Ohmygod!” Kurt squeaked and stretched his arm out to Burt. “Talk to your wife. It’s too early for that many double entendres and I need to shower.” Kurt handed the phone back and walked away stiffly. With a laugh, Burt put the mobile to his ear.
“I’m guessing that’s a no.” Carole hummed noncommittally.
“They’ll get there. Oh, gotta go, Finn’s up. Call us after you’ve all had breakfast.”
“I will. Happy Christmas, Carole.” Burt clicked off the call just as Blaine staggered through Kurt’s curtains and tugged his pajama top over his head. Burt set a hot cup of coffee on the table and smiled as a bell dinged in his head. Spanish inquisition: round two.
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