Burt/Blaine outtake from Can I Stay with You Till the Morning
Rating: PG
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): Episode #3x11 "Michael"
Warnings (if any): none. unless you count really cracky Blaine :)
Word Count: 951
Summary: High!Blaine and Burt talk on the phone.
“Honey, Kurt can only stay if his dad says it’s okay,” Blaine’s mom tells him.
“Oh, he will. Kurt’s dad loves me! Kurt, let me talk to him? Pleeease?” Blaine begs.
Kurt laughs - he’s been doing a surprising amount of that today. “Okay. Let me talk to him really fast, and then I’ll give the phone to you, I promise.” Kurt dials his dad’s number, and Burt picks up on the first ring.
“Hey kiddo, how’s Blaine doing? You guys back at his house yet?”
“Yeah, we just got here. He’s doing great, but he’s totally high right now. They gave him some really strong sedatives for his surgery,” Kurt tells him.
Burt chuckles. “Wouldn’t I love to see that…”
“Well you might not be able to see it, but you certainly can hear it - Blaine wants to talk to you.”
“Oh, this is gonna be great. How mean would it be if I put him on that speakerphone thing so Carole can hear too?”
“It’s not mean if both of us do it,” Kurt says with a grin, holding out the phone and hitting the speakerphone button. He holds the phone out for Blaine. “Here, talk to my dad, okay?”
Blaine grins and leans close to the phone. “Hi, Burt!” he says. “Burt. Burt and Kurt. Your names rhyme! Did you plan that when Kurt was born?” he asks, swaying a bit.
“Here, you hold this,” Kurt instructs, handing Blaine the phone. He grabs onto Blaine’s waist and leads him into the house, planting him on the couch.
Burt’s laughing on the other end of the line. “We didn’t plan it, but if I had a nickel for every time somebody’s told me that, I could close the tire shop.”
“No! You can’t do that - you’re so good at cars. Not like me. I’m bad at cars - but I like to watch Kurt. Kurt is good at cars too.”
“Yeah, that’s ‘cause he learned from the best,” Burt says. Kurt can hear him smiling.
“Yeah, the best. You know what else is the best, Burt?” Blaine asks, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down Kurt’s thigh.
“What’s that?” Burt asks.
“Kurt. Kurt is the best.” Blaine beams at Kurt as he says it and Kurt can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, kiddo, I know.”
“He’s just so - so - he’s like a rainbow. He’s so pretty and he wears lots of colors and even when it rains, he still manages to shine at the end, you know?”
“I love you,” Kurt mouths happily, and Blaine draws a lopsided heart over Kurt’s chest with his fingers.
“Like today,” Blaine continues, “today started out so sucky and we were both so scared but now he’s happy and I’m-”
“High as a kite?” Burt supplies.
“Am I? They gave me stuff in my IV. It made me sleepy and then they woke me up and I was scared so they asked me things and I told them all about Kurt.”
“All about Kurt, huh? What’d you tell them?”
“That I love him,” Blaine says, grinning at Kurt again. “Burt - I love him so much! Can he stay? Not forever, I want him to stay forever, but he says maybe eventually. He says we should just start with tonight, and he’s always right. And them my mom said something about me and the stairs and my dad’s out of town and please, Burt? Can he stay?” he begs.
“Blaine-” Burt starts hesitantly.
“Dad, Blaine’s mom actually asked me to. I don’t know if she can manage Blaine by herself all day, and she said she has a case tomorrow - she said she’d talk to you if you want,” Kurt pipes up, trying to build a more rational case than ‘Kurt’s always right.’
“Pleeeeeeease?” Blaine begs.
“You know what?” Burt says. “I think it’s okay, but just for tonight. But Kurt? No funny business. I don’t want anything inappropriate going down over there, alright?”
“Yaaaaay!” Blaine practically squeals. “But Kurt, what’s he mean by inappropriate - ohhh, like my dream, right? With you and the lilacs and-”
“Oooookay, bud,” Burt says quickly, “Why don’t you stop while you’re ahead?”
“That is an excellent plan,” Kurt says, snatching the phone from Blaine and taking Burt off of speakerphone. “So you’re really letting me stay?” he asks into the receiver.
“Yeah, but you better not take advantage of that boy,” Burt warns. “He’d probably try to walk on the ceiling if you told him he could right now.”
“Yeah, I know. We’ll be good, I promise. Thank you so, so much, Dad, you don’t understand-”
“I do, actually,” Burt says. “I watched your mom have surgery after surgery and even if we’d been seventeen and it was supposed to be something minor like Blaine’s? I still wouldn’t have left her side.”
“Oh,” Kurt says quietly.
“You wouldn’t sleep if you were home anyway, I know how you get. But seriously Kurt, just for tonight,” Burt stresses. “You’re not moving in over the weekend, so don’t get your hopes up. I expect you home for dinner tomorrow night as long as Blaine’s mom is home, deal?”
“Deal,” Kurt says with a smile as Blaine flops over in his lap. “Thanks, Dad. Love you.”
“Love you too, kiddo. Keep that boy in line, okay?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Kurt hangs up the phone and Blaine grins up at him. “I love your dad. He’s, like, the best dad,” he says, then yawns.
“Okay Sleepyhead, you ready to tackle the stairs?”
“Ready ready, Kurt. My Kurt. Love you,” Blaine says, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s torso.
Kurt bends and presses a kiss to Blaine’s cheek. “I love you too.”
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): Episode #3x11 "Michael"
Warnings (if any): none. unless you count really cracky Blaine :)
Word Count: 951
Summary: High!Blaine and Burt talk on the phone.
“Honey, Kurt can only stay if his dad says it’s okay,” Blaine’s mom tells him.
“Oh, he will. Kurt’s dad loves me! Kurt, let me talk to him? Pleeease?” Blaine begs.
Kurt laughs - he’s been doing a surprising amount of that today. “Okay. Let me talk to him really fast, and then I’ll give the phone to you, I promise.” Kurt dials his dad’s number, and Burt picks up on the first ring.
“Hey kiddo, how’s Blaine doing? You guys back at his house yet?”
“Yeah, we just got here. He’s doing great, but he’s totally high right now. They gave him some really strong sedatives for his surgery,” Kurt tells him.
Burt chuckles. “Wouldn’t I love to see that…”
“Well you might not be able to see it, but you certainly can hear it - Blaine wants to talk to you.”
“Oh, this is gonna be great. How mean would it be if I put him on that speakerphone thing so Carole can hear too?”
“It’s not mean if both of us do it,” Kurt says with a grin, holding out the phone and hitting the speakerphone button. He holds the phone out for Blaine. “Here, talk to my dad, okay?”
Blaine grins and leans close to the phone. “Hi, Burt!” he says. “Burt. Burt and Kurt. Your names rhyme! Did you plan that when Kurt was born?” he asks, swaying a bit.
“Here, you hold this,” Kurt instructs, handing Blaine the phone. He grabs onto Blaine’s waist and leads him into the house, planting him on the couch.
Burt’s laughing on the other end of the line. “We didn’t plan it, but if I had a nickel for every time somebody’s told me that, I could close the tire shop.”
“No! You can’t do that - you’re so good at cars. Not like me. I’m bad at cars - but I like to watch Kurt. Kurt is good at cars too.”
“Yeah, that’s ‘cause he learned from the best,” Burt says. Kurt can hear him smiling.
“Yeah, the best. You know what else is the best, Burt?” Blaine asks, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down Kurt’s thigh.
“What’s that?” Burt asks.
“Kurt. Kurt is the best.” Blaine beams at Kurt as he says it and Kurt can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, kiddo, I know.”
“He’s just so - so - he’s like a rainbow. He’s so pretty and he wears lots of colors and even when it rains, he still manages to shine at the end, you know?”
“I love you,” Kurt mouths happily, and Blaine draws a lopsided heart over Kurt’s chest with his fingers.
“Like today,” Blaine continues, “today started out so sucky and we were both so scared but now he’s happy and I’m-”
“High as a kite?” Burt supplies.
“Am I? They gave me stuff in my IV. It made me sleepy and then they woke me up and I was scared so they asked me things and I told them all about Kurt.”
“All about Kurt, huh? What’d you tell them?”
“That I love him,” Blaine says, grinning at Kurt again. “Burt - I love him so much! Can he stay? Not forever, I want him to stay forever, but he says maybe eventually. He says we should just start with tonight, and he’s always right. And them my mom said something about me and the stairs and my dad’s out of town and please, Burt? Can he stay?” he begs.
“Blaine-” Burt starts hesitantly.
“Dad, Blaine’s mom actually asked me to. I don’t know if she can manage Blaine by herself all day, and she said she has a case tomorrow - she said she’d talk to you if you want,” Kurt pipes up, trying to build a more rational case than ‘Kurt’s always right.’
“Pleeeeeeease?” Blaine begs.
“You know what?” Burt says. “I think it’s okay, but just for tonight. But Kurt? No funny business. I don’t want anything inappropriate going down over there, alright?”
“Yaaaaay!” Blaine practically squeals. “But Kurt, what’s he mean by inappropriate - ohhh, like my dream, right? With you and the lilacs and-”
“Oooookay, bud,” Burt says quickly, “Why don’t you stop while you’re ahead?”
“That is an excellent plan,” Kurt says, snatching the phone from Blaine and taking Burt off of speakerphone. “So you’re really letting me stay?” he asks into the receiver.
“Yeah, but you better not take advantage of that boy,” Burt warns. “He’d probably try to walk on the ceiling if you told him he could right now.”
“Yeah, I know. We’ll be good, I promise. Thank you so, so much, Dad, you don’t understand-”
“I do, actually,” Burt says. “I watched your mom have surgery after surgery and even if we’d been seventeen and it was supposed to be something minor like Blaine’s? I still wouldn’t have left her side.”
“Oh,” Kurt says quietly.
“You wouldn’t sleep if you were home anyway, I know how you get. But seriously Kurt, just for tonight,” Burt stresses. “You’re not moving in over the weekend, so don’t get your hopes up. I expect you home for dinner tomorrow night as long as Blaine’s mom is home, deal?”
“Deal,” Kurt says with a smile as Blaine flops over in his lap. “Thanks, Dad. Love you.”
“Love you too, kiddo. Keep that boy in line, okay?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Kurt hangs up the phone and Blaine grins up at him. “I love your dad. He’s, like, the best dad,” he says, then yawns.
“Okay Sleepyhead, you ready to tackle the stairs?”
“Ready ready, Kurt. My Kurt. Love you,” Blaine says, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s torso.
Kurt bends and presses a kiss to Blaine’s cheek. “I love you too.”