Steamer Trunk Adventures

 

Burt Hummel had arrived home to any number of surprises over the years, but the sight of Blaine chasing Kurt while brandishing a large gold gift bow had to rank somewhere near the top. Kurt had on a fancy frock coat like Burt had seen in old movies, and Blaine was wearing a cloak. A huge old steamer trunk was open in the center of the room, and the coffee table was shoved into a corner.

As he watched, Blaine caught up to Kurt, wrapping one arm around him while sticking the bow into Kurt’s hair. Burt winced knowing that shouting – or kissing – was soon to follow. He didn’t particularly care to witness either.

“There you are,” Carole greeted him cheerfully, giving him a knowing look as he entered the kitchen from the hallway rather than by his usual route. “Blaine’s here.”

“I saw.” Burt leaned in for a quick kiss, definitely not thinking about the lack of shouting in the living room. When he pulled back from Carole, he noticed there were five place settings ready to be carried to the table.

“Don’t think of it as Kurt having a boyfriend. Think of it as another teenaged boy to feed,” Carole teased as she handed him two of the settings and gathered the rest herself.

“Compared to our grocery bills, college tuition will seem like a bargain,” Burt replied dryly, setting the dishes and silverware in their places. There was a burst of laughter from the other room and Burt decided it was safe to peek in. The boys were kneeling side by side in front of the trunk, heads together as they examined something too small for Burt to see.

“What’s with the trunk?” he asked Carole when he rejoined her in the kitchen.

“It was a gift. Blaine surprised Kurt with it this afternoon.” Carole gestured toward two wine glasses and a can of diet coke near the sink. “No flowers; apparently he spent all his money on the trunk.”

“Kurt has wanted one of those for a long time,” Burt confided.

“I gathered that. I thought the windows were going to shatter when he saw it. He and Blaine have been playing dress up all afternoon.” She paused before grinning wickedly and adding, “among other things.”

Burt laughed and shook his head, gathering her up in his arms. They indulged in a little kissing of their own until the oven timer interrupted them.

Fifteen minutes later, they all sat down to dinner, Blaine in his cloak and Kurt in his fancy coat, the gift bow half-tucked into the breast pocket. Kurt’s hair was mussed, and even Finn could tell they had been kissing, but they were so happy, and their eyes were so bright that Burt didn’t say a word.

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End notes: I had intended to start this series with the story of
Blaine giving Kurt the trunk, but thought a different POV might be
more effective introduction - hopefully, more overview with less
detail to pique interest.

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