The Singer And The Musician - Klaine [DISCONTINUED]

8

Kurt was home. Home to his father. He had just been kissed. Kurt Hummel had just been kissed. By a cute boy. Kurt Hummel was home after being kissed. Blaine had kissed him. Blaine had kissed Kurt. Kurt was home after being kissed by Blaine.

Kurt should stop his thoughts from raging and listen to his father, who was speaking from his spot on the couch. "Did you have a nice day?" There was no 'kiddo' or 'son' to end the question, but it was progress.

"Yeah. It was very... Eventful."

"That's good, I guess. You want to join me for tonight's game?"

"Actually, I can't. I have a date." Burt opened his mouth to speak, so his son quickly added, "With my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend? Since when?" The man bore a proud expression. It made Kurt feel warm inside but it disappeared when he thought of the day's earlier events.

"Yesterday."

"Huh. I'm proud of ya, son. Why didn't I hear about this sooner?"

Well, I recall you not wanting to talk to me at all recently so it didn't cross my mind to tell you. "I guess I just haven't found the time. I'm going to get ready now. Enjoy the game!" And with that, Kurt went to his room and mentally clapped himself on the back for not snapping at his dad; it would only have pushed back the improvement they'd just made.

Once in his room, he took a second to look through his closet at the now smaller selection of clothing. He huffed at the lack of variety (and the lack of scarves) but pulled on jeans that didn't fit his form perfectly and some odd shirt with a year and a name of something patched on to it. He decided to forgo the hat this time because earlier it took him ages to get his hair to look right again. Kurt did want it in the way that it made him feel more normal.

The teenager was reminded of a time just a short while ago; he'd been dressing in a nice outfit and thinking about his place in the school, in life, really, that was so different from all the others. At the time he didn't care all that much but explicitly told himself he'd never go changing to try to please people. It's a crazy thing how people can change. Maybe his father was just the catalyst, or the breaking point but either way it worked, for better or for worse.

Kurt finished changing into his clothes and made his way to the front door, not missing the smile he received as he got his keys.

Progress.

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"Hi!" Emma smiled brightly as she closed her front door gently; Kurt had just arrived at her house to pick her up.

"Hi. You, uh, you look great." Kurt smiled awkwardly, holding out a hand for Emma to take.

"Thanks! So do you." She blushed lightly when Kurt held open the passenger side door of his car for her.

"So, where're we going?"

Her smile fell, "I thought you were taking me somewhere."

"I, uh, I've been a bit busy." That wasn't exactly a lie, he had been busy. Thinking about Blaine.

"Oh, well that's okay! I know a place. Can you follow directions?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Can I follow directions? What kind of person do you take me for?"

Emma giggled at that, nudging him in the shoulder gently before beginning to direct him to a small Italian restaurant which they arrived at in no more than 10 minutes.