Best line I heard while waiting for my coffee "Girl, you do not understand, she needed dick like a bakery needs flour". I love going to the Village.

Hnnnever drinkin ber again ever.

Who: rockstarwarbler and kurtsdad
What: Fatherly advice
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: A couple of nights after THIS
Rating: PG


Burt found Blaine in the living room with the ironing board out and a pile of clean laundry balanced on the end chair of the sofa. He couldn't be sure if the kid heard him come in and he was just ignoring him (high chance), or if he really was just meticulously ironing pyjama shirt. Either way, ironing should be the last thing on his agenda, and Burt sighed a little as he walked over to his son-in-law and held out a bottle of beer to him that matched the one clutched in his other hand. "C'mon, kid. You and me are gonna sit down and have a talk," he told him in that calm, yet no-nonsence fatherly way he had to use on Kurt so many times in the past.

"I'm busy," Blaine murmured stiffly with only the briefest of glances up before his eyes were back on the iron in front of him. "And I can't drink," he added pointedly as he turned the shirt to move onto ironing the sleeve. He had only been awake a couple of hours at the most after the sleeping pill knocked him out for near twenty-eight hours. He had no idea how he slept that long, but he felt almost hungover and ridiculously groggy and hazy, that he really did not want to do the sleeping pill thing again. Twenty-eight hours was absolutely ridiculous, not to mention that no one woke him up for Kurt's final chemo session of that round.

( But Burt had dealt with Kurt time and time again in the past so he was well-versed in stubborness, which was a trait both Kurt and his husband shared without really realising it... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

Who: rockstarwarbler and kurtsdad
What: Fatherly advice
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: A couple of nights after THIS
Rating: PG


Burt found Blaine in the living room with the ironing board out and a pile of clean laundry balanced on the end chair of the sofa. He couldn't be sure if the kid heard him come in and he was just ignoring him (high chance), or if he really was just meticulously ironing pyjama shirt. Either way, ironing should be the last thing on his agenda, and Burt sighed a little as he walked over to his son-in-law and held out a bottle of beer to him that matched the one clutched in his other hand. "C'mon, kid. You and me are gonna sit down and have a talk," he told him in that calm, yet no-nonsence fatherly way he had to use on Kurt so many times in the past.

"I'm busy," Blaine murmured stiffly with only the briefest of glances up before his eyes were back on the iron in front of him. "And I can't drink," he added pointedly as he turned the shirt to move onto ironing the sleeve. He had only been awake a couple of hours at the most after the sleeping pill knocked him out for near twenty-eight hours. He had no idea how he slept that long, but he felt almost hungover and ridiculously groggy and hazy, that he really did not want to do the sleeping pill thing again. Twenty-eight hours was absolutely ridiculous, not to mention that no one woke him up for Kurt's final chemo session of that round.

( But Burt had dealt with Kurt time and time again in the past so he was well-versed in stubborness, which was a trait both Kurt and his husband shared without really realising it... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

That amusing moment where Blaine is drunk on two beers #justlikeoldtimes