#barole

GLEE

love them (my favourites)

cute (it’s a fun time but not a favourite)

fine (more neutral on them)

plot reasons (couples just there for #plot)

where’s the flavour? (couples that really lack that something)

First round of the Favorite Ships bracket! We have 32 contenders, who will win?

by coffeegleek

Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D

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Chapter 6: Friday Night Saturday Night Dinner

Chapter Summary: Friday night dinner on Saturday with the fam. (The beginning of it at least.)

AN: Look what I learned while looking up the lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” and then the nursery rhymes I hadn't heard horrors about. I am just as devastated as Kurt. Didn’t think this chapter would start out this way, but I got the idea in my head for the song when I saw the word “grey” and just rolled with it.

(grey)

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away.”

“I love that song. Don’t know what made me think of it. Guess I’m just happy.” Kurt gave a coy grin over his shoulder as he let Blaine into his house. His flirting was so spot on. Blaine wouldn’t be able to resist asking to be his boyfriend. Or maybe he would ask him. All was fair and equal when you were in love and gay.

“Did you know there are other words to the song?”

“What? No, there’s not. That’s the song. You just repeat it a bunch of times. My mom would sing it to me all the time when I was little. She told me I was her little ray of sunshine and made her days brighter.”

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I bowed my head and I cried.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, You'll regret it all some day.”

“Blaine Anderson, you have officially ruined my childhood.”

“There’s one version with an additional verse about the woman leaving him.”

“I would too if I were her because she clearly has her reasons.” Blaine’s scrunchy, apology face was not helping. How was he supposed to flirt now with this kind of material to work with? Maybe he should go change into tighter pants. Pretend he spilled something on them. Something sexy and soothing like warm milk to remind Blaine of other things that were white and came from a place hidden by pants.

“I don’t think it was meant to be interpreted that way, Kurt.”

“You boys both sound great.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt hugged his dad as he and Blaine entered the kitchen, surprised to find Officer Hudson there as well this early. He didn’t think she was supposed to come over until Finn got out of football practice. He glanced around for any signs that the two adults, who should know better, had been defiling the countertops or kitchen island; relieved when he didn’t find any. Thankfully, they seemed to be keeping it to his dad’s bedroom where such things belonged. Things that weren't fully cancelled out by the headphones his dad had bought him.

“Absolutely lovely.”

“Thank you, Officer Hudson.”

“Kurt, I told you, when we’re in private, it’s Carole.” Carole returned Kurt’s ready smile. He was a sweet kid. Burt had done a great job raising him. And in cleaning up the evidence of what they’d finished doing only minutes before the boys arrived home earlier than expected. Thank the gods she’d worn only denim jeans and a blouse today. Having to put back on all of her gear that quickly after Burt had lifted her up onto the countertop and thoroughly debauched every inch of her favorite erogenous zones wouldn’t have been possible. She couldn’t wait to return the favor with her own talented mouth and tongue.