Great balls of fire
Who: singslikeagirl and anyone who wants to be bowling on a Friday night
What: Father-son attempted bonding
Where: Bowlorama
When: Friday night
Rating: PG
Feeling slightly like Miss Pillsbury, Kurt pointedly squirted some more hand sanitiser into palm and rubbed it in roughly with a huff of annoyance. Friday night, and after the traditional Friday night dinner, Kurt had abruptly suggested to his Dad they go bowling when Kurt Hummel went to settle into to watch the game on TV. It was a desperate measure, some sort of attempt to spend more time with his Dad. He knew if he suggested the new Zac Efron movie at the cinema, his Dad would make some excuse not to be able to go. It had to be something worthy of Burt Hummel's attention.
Only now, a couple of Burt's pals from work had shown up and Kurt was left sitting in the bowling bay alone nursing a Diet Coke and staring blankly at the huge and grimy balls smashing into the pins at the end of the runway while his father had a beer up at the bar with his friends. This sucked. So much for father-son bonding. No way was Kurt picking up another one of those germ-ridden balls without having a vital purpose, being to keep his Dad happy. There had to be a better way to show his Dad he could be one of the guys too. The question was, what?
What: Father-son attempted bonding
Where: Bowlorama
When: Friday night
Rating: PG
Feeling slightly like Miss Pillsbury, Kurt pointedly squirted some more hand sanitiser into palm and rubbed it in roughly with a huff of annoyance. Friday night, and after the traditional Friday night dinner, Kurt had abruptly suggested to his Dad they go bowling when Kurt Hummel went to settle into to watch the game on TV. It was a desperate measure, some sort of attempt to spend more time with his Dad. He knew if he suggested the new Zac Efron movie at the cinema, his Dad would make some excuse not to be able to go. It had to be something worthy of Burt Hummel's attention.
Only now, a couple of Burt's pals from work had shown up and Kurt was left sitting in the bowling bay alone nursing a Diet Coke and staring blankly at the huge and grimy balls smashing into the pins at the end of the runway while his father had a beer up at the bar with his friends. This sucked. So much for father-son bonding. No way was Kurt picking up another one of those germ-ridden balls without having a vital purpose, being to keep his Dad happy. There had to be a better way to show his Dad he could be one of the guys too. The question was, what?