Wow! What a response! You guys are so great for reading and reviewing. I've decided to keep going with story, but I'll warn you now that it's going off on a bit of a tangent. If you were content with the fluffy simple first chapter, you can feel free to leave it at that and not read on. However, I'm excited to see where this story goes.

Kurt set his messenger bag down on the floor of his bedroom with a thud. He sighed happily and threw himself face down onto the bed, spreading his arms and legs out. He hummed quietly into his pillow, totally content with the world around him. Nothing mattered but his friends, his family, and… Blaine. Oh, Blaine. Even thinking his boyfriend's name sent shivers down Kurt's back. They'd be an item for a week now, and already he felt like he could spend the rest of his life with the beautiful dark haired boy. The two had spent nearly every afternoon together since, eating junk food, watching crappy movies and listening to show tunes, yet Kurt enjoyed himself thoroughly. He couldn't believe how compatible they both were, how much they had in common. Kurt was halfway through compiling a mental list of Blaine's perfect traits when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He reluctantly rolled over onto his back and blinked rapidly at the sunlight streaming in through the curtain.

"Come in," he answered. The door swung open slowly and his father's head peered around it. Deciding it was safe to enter, Burt took a couple of steps down the staircase into his son's room. Kurt sat up on the bed and straightened his bowtie.

"Hey, buddy," the bald man greeted his son. His voice was cheerful but he sounded tired. After all, he had had a heart attack mere months ago and was still getting his strength back up.

"Hi Dad," Kurt replied easily. He was glad to see his father up and about around the house; he had been couch-ridden for weeks. Burt climbed the rest of the way down the stairs and leaned against the banister.

"How was school today?" he asked, perhaps a little awkwardly. Kurt shrugged.

"Fine, I guess," he replied. Burt nodded to himself, satisfied with that answer. He paused for a second before continuing.

"So, Carole and I have been thinking," he started, and Kurt cringed. This couldn't be going anywhere good. Burt gave a half-hearted smile.

"Relax, it's not anything bad. We were just thinking about going on a camping trip up to the lake this weekend," he explained easily. Kurt's eyes widened and he stood up.

"Not anything bad? How is camping 'not anything bad'?" Kurt nearly shouted, looking mortified. Burt took a step back, surprised at his son's outburst. He rubbed his palms against his overalls.

"Well, I just figured that it'd be a good bonding experience, you know. Carole thinks you and Finn would become closer because of it," he paused again, thinking hard. "But not that close," he corrected. Kurt rolled his eyes and scoffed. He took a step towards his father, a serious look on his face.

"Dad, I don't care what you say. I am not going camping. Do you realize how many bugs are out there? How many ways my hair could be ruined? No way Dad, forget about it," Kurt turned and sat back down on the bed angrily. Burt's eyes narrowed and shook his head.

"Kurt, I don't ask a lot from you," he started, ignoring his son's sigh. "This weekend will be fun, honestly. You can bring as many hair products as you like, you'll have a tent to yourself," his father finished. Kurt winced at the word 'tent'. He turned his body so he was facing his Dad straight on, a look of determination set on his face.

"No," the boy said simply. Burt's lips pressed into a thin line. He straightened up and took a few steps up the staircase.

"I'm not allowing for arguments. While you live in my house, you follow my rules. You're coming camping with us this weekend. End of story," he climbed up the rest of the staircase and slammed the bedroom door behind him. Kurt stared at the door for a second before falling back down on his bed. He rubbed his forehead in frustration; there was no way his father would get away with this. How could he go camping? He hated the outdoors; the wind dried his skin out and messed with his hair. And as for the tent – oh God, the tent! Kurt let out a low groan. Just then, he heard a beeping noise coming from his messenger bag. He scrambled off of the bed and rummaged through the bag, finally finding his phone. New Text Message from Blaine. Kurt could have squealed. He unlocked his phone and opened the message.

Hey babe, was just watching tv. How sick does the new harry potter movie look? – B

Kurt chuckled. Blaine was so easily amused. He was in the middle of texting back when he had an idea that nearly made him drop his phone. He erased the start of the text and started again.

Yeah, it looks awesome. What are you doing this weekend? – K

Kurt pressed 'send' and crossed his fingers. He needed only wait about 20 seconds before his phone buzzed again in his hands.

Absolutely nothing :) why? – B

Kurt nearly tripped as he bolted up the staircase. He slowed his pace down to a walk and strolled casually into the kitchen, where his father was sitting at the counter reading the paper. Burt glanced up to see his son panting and smiling. He was taken aback by this sudden change of mood. He set the paper down and interlaced his fingers.

"Change your mind, I take it?" he guessed. Kurt grinned deviously and sat down next to his father.

"Okay Dad, I'm willing to go camping with you." His father's face lit up but Kurt held one finger up to silence him. "However, I have some conditions." Burt's face fell and he sighed.

"Of course you do. Go ahead, then," the man allowed. Kurt straightened up in his chair.

"Rule number one. I need there to be room in the car for at least 3 bags to carry all of my things." Burt started to interrupt but Kurt shot him a look and he closed his mouth.

"Rule number two, my privacy is essential. Just because we'll be living like cavemen doesn't mean we can act like it. No one enters my tent without my permission." His dad rolled his eyes but nodded. Kurt hesitated for a moment; his hands trembled slightly as he thought about how to word the final rule. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Rule number three…" he began, his stomach was doing little flips. "I'm allowed to bring a friend." Burt raised an eyebrow and Kurt tried to steady his breathing.

"A friend?" Burt asked. Kurt nodded. "Who? Mercedes? I didn't think she'd be the camping type." Kurt swallowed hard.

"No… Not Mercedes. They're from a different school. You haven't met him yet." If Kurt hadn't been so nervous, he probably would have laughed at the way his father's eyes widened on the word 'him'.

"You want to bring another boy along?" He asked, as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth. Kurt nodded again. Burt closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This boy… He's… Your boyfriend?" Burt asked, cringing at the last word. Kurt sucked in a breath. The word even sounded amazing coming from his dad's mouth. But, he knew that if his plan was going to work, he'd have to lie. He shook his head.

"No, he's not my boyfriend. He's not even gay, actually. We're just friends, totally platonic," he assured, even though the words sounded completely wrong. Burt seemed to calm down a bit, mulling over his son's words.

"So, why do you want to bring him along?" he enquired. Kurt pretended to think about it, even though he'd had the answer worked out in his head minutes ago. He gave a non-committal shrug.

"Oh, I don't know. He's a fun guy. Plus, he loves the outdoors so I figure it'd be the kinda thing he'd enjoy." In actual fact, Kurt had no idea how Blaine felt about the outdoors, but he hoped he liked them; otherwise this whole idea was just going to blow up in his face. Burt stroked his chin stubble thoughtfully. Kurt pretended to be interested in the front page of the newspaper, but his insides were churning with anxiety. After what seemed like an hour, his father spoke.

"I don't see why he can't come along, if you guys are just friends." Kurt beamed and kissed his dad on the forehead before heading towards the staircase again.

"Kurt, wait." The boy turned around slowly, afraid that Burt might have changed his mind.

"I'm placing a lot of trust in you here, so don't do anything irresponsible, okay?" Kurt smiled and nodded, even though he felt guilty for lying. It wasn't like he was going to be irresponsible though. He just needed an excuse to spend more time with his boyfriend, and what could it hurt if Blaine met his family anyway? He turned and walked out of the kitchen, but broke into a run as he started down the stairs. He closed the door behind him and grabbed the phone from his bed, excitedly dialing the number that he already knew off by heart.

I hope you guys aren't mad with the new plot! I just thought it'd be fun idea to explore Blaine and Kurt camping together ;) I'm not entirely sure yet, but I may just have to up the rating for later chapters. Anyway, I'd love to hear what you think of the story now, and any critiques are more than welcome!