Burt feels hollow. His son's words really hit him, and they hit him hard. How did he not notice his son's obvious pain? And this has been going on for weeks. He seriously doubts he'd be winning any Father of the Year Awards any time soon.

Even after hearing his son speak what has been dragging him down, Burt still doesn't know what to do.

What do you say to your son when he's so upset, so angry and it's at you?

He looks into his eyes, so much like his deceased wife's, and asks him with a small and lost voice, "What can I do?"

He can see his son so close to crumbling as he says in a voice, equally as small, "Look at me, see me for once. Don't forget that you have a son that exists and be a father."

Burt thinks he's going to cry, but he knows he has to say this before he breaks down as well,

"I promise."

And Burt Hummel doesn't break promises.

His son is over to him in a shot, clinging to him as if his life depended on it, and Burt will never take that for granted again. He's already lost his wife, he doesn't want to lose his son too. He wraps him up in probably the most bone crushing hug and kisses into his soft chestnut hair, never wanting to let go. He can feel his son's tears leaking onto his flannel shirt but he really doesn't care because his boy, his baby boy, is back in his arms, hugging him.

Burt knows this doesn't fix everything, there's a long road ahead but this is the beginning, and the fact that Burt was given that chance, he will forever be grateful.

Blaine watches, leaning against the doorway with a sweet smile on his face, as Burt clings that little bit tighter to Kurt, not willing to let this moment past just yet. He's sure there will be more tears, some good, some bad, and there'll be times where Kurt will throw this at his Dad in anger and probably regret it, but now, at this time, things look a little brighter for father and son.

And maybe Blaine should feel a little jealous that he doesn't have this with his own Dad but somehow he knows, somewhere along the line, Burt will give him hug just like that, and worry and love him as if he was his own son. Sure, this wasn't the best way to meet the boyfriend's parent but hey, at least it's one heck of a story for the kids one day!

Okaaaaay, rain it in Anderson. You've only been dating this guy for a couple of week, marriage and babies are far off from now, but… weirdly enough it doesn't scare him. Huh. Maybe Kurt's it. Well… Blaine hopes so. He wouldn't mind staring at that ass for the rest of his days.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Oh my god, Dad! You don't have to do this every birthday, it's eight in the freaking morning! I'm 27 now, I forgave you years ago."

Kurt was happily asleep in his comfy king size bed, in his suburban house on the outskirts of New York, when his Dad plonks himself on the bed, yelling in his face. And of course his husband is completely dead to the world, peacefully sleeping next to him, his curls flying this way and that on top of his head. Kurt rolls his eyes.

He looks at his Dad's happy face, and normally that would make him forgive him for the horrible hour but he's been up half the night with their baby girl, Carly, and he really needed the sleep. Blaine hardly gets up when she cries because he doesn't hear it when he's fast asleep so Kurt usually does the nightshift and Blaine gives him a well-deserved lie in, but obviously his Dad has other plans.

"Dad, I'm exhausted Carly-"

"-is fed, changed, dressed and Carole is playing with her right now trying to teach her how to say Papa."

That makes Kurt smile, of course her first word had to be Daddy, which Blaine loves to boast about, so they've been adamant to try and teach her to say Kurt's name. It's sweet that his Dad has gone to all this effort but if he doesn't let him sleep, even for just a few more hours…

"Okay, okay, okay… I get it, I'll let you sleep. Happy birthday son." He kisses his forehead before leaving the room, and Kurt sinks back into the mattress happily, turning on his side to face his husband. He shuffles closer and kisses his mouth, ever so softly and what he hears next makes him snort.

"Sex?"

"I thought you were asleep Mr Hummel-Anderson!"

Blaine peeks one eye open, a mischievous grin gracing his features, "I want sex."

"You always want sex. But I'm too tired right now honey… sex later."

Kurt closes his eyes and relaxes back into his pillow, but he doesn't miss the feel of his husband's hand trailing down his back, into his pyjama pants to squeeze his ass.

"I'll hold you to that."

Fin.