A/N: I know I've been publishing out of order, but I was looking over my timeline for the story and I realized that there needs to be a chapter about why Kurt transfers back to McKinely…and why he feels safe enough to try and go to Prom with Blaine. So, a little bit late, here is the official first chapter to "The Judgment of Prom." Enjoy!

Prom is the dance of the year. Gay couples have always been excluded from this pivotal event, and the same treatment ensues at McKinley High.

I could never own the genius of Glee.

Reunited

"Alright, everyone, that's it for today," Mr. Thomas called out just as the bell sounded. Blaine snapped his notebook quickly, gathering his books and heading for the door. If he was lucky, he'd be able to catch Kurt outside of his last class, and yet, of course, Kurt was already there.

"You try too hard," Kurt laughed at Blaine's crestfallen face.

"Why can't I be the one to wait for you after class? Besides, I like waiting for you after class."

"Well, so do I," Kurt teased, linking his hand with his boyfriend. His boyfriend. It hadn't even been a full month since Regional's…despite the loss at Regional's, the month of March just whizzed by in happy moments…their first date, hanging out intermintelly with the New Directions, and Kurt's family. Kurt still hadn't met Blaine's parents. It was always a sore subject when it came up.

"Do you have time for coffee?" Blaine's voice cut through Kurt's thoughts. Kurt nodded.

"Not too long. I need to get home for –,"

"- Friday night dinners. C'mon, let's get going."

Kurt was whistling when he stepped inside his house. No one was home yet, and Kurt decided to try and tackle some homework. Once he finished his book for English (a total of 150 pages of complicated prose) did Kurt look up at the clock on the wall. It was past seven. He was sure that he'd gotten home at five…and dinner was always at 6:30…where was everyone? Walking into the kitchen, Kurt spotted a note taped to the fridge.

Kurt,

Finn's choir coach called – was saying something frantic about a basketball game gone wrong. I know that Finn and his team were playing today during the school day. We headed over around four. Hope to be back by 6:30. Call when you read this. Love you, Dad and Carole

What the -?

A basketball game gone wrong? And why was Mr. Schue calling his dad, anyway? Wouldn't that be a Coach Beiste call? But then again…Mr. Schue was always sticking his neck out for the New Directions, in a big way. Even though he didn't help Kurt much during the Karfosky incident, Kurt always knew that Mr. Schue did care about him. But still, what was going on?

The ringing of his cell made Kurt jump, "Hello?"

"Kurt! Why haven't you called me?" Burt was on the other line, sounded slightly agitated.

"Hey Dad. I just read the note. I just read for class while I was waiting for someone to come home. What is going on?"

"Um, hang on a second, Kurt," Burt said quickly, muting himself. Kurt paced the length of the kitchen, trying to keep his mind calm, "Kurt? I think you should come over here."

"And where's here, exactly?"

"McKinley."

When Kurt pulled into the student lot, there was a small congregation of people near the front doors. Kurt couldn't make out any faces, or even distinguish voices until suddenly, someone ran from the group towards him.

"Kurt! Oh my goodness!" Mercedes threw her arms around her best friend, crying out happily, "You should have seen it! You would never believe what happened!" Kurt took in his surroundings, realizing that the entire New Directions were there, along with Mr. Schue, Coach Beiste, his dad and stepmom.

"What is going on?"

"Hey, man," Finn was there, sporting a black eye.

"What the hell happened to your face?"

"Karofsky."

"What?" Fear and anger rose up in Kurt. He knew the glee club were still receiving crap from that nedanderthal…but on the basketball court?

"I should've pulled him from the game," Beiste began, "He was already acting out before the game even started."

"Will someone, please, tell me what happened?" Kurt was looking over everyone, seeing that Puck sported a swollen lip, Sam's knuckles were cut up and most of the girls looked visibly shaken.

"Okay, okay," Finn responded, "It all started about a week ago. We were at practice, getting read for our first game and everything. Karofsky hadn't really been himself, you know, picking on people. I decided to talk him about trying out glee again. He'd really enjoyed himself during the championship game. Karofsky didn't like me talking about glee. This black eye isn't nearly as bad as it should be. The one from last week was finally healing when he gave me this one tonight."

"Finn told us guys on the team that he'd talked to Karofsky," Puck continued, "So, we just let it be, that is, until tonight."

"The guys failed to tell us about all of this," Rachel cut in, more angry than scared, "We went to go tell them good luck on the sidelines when Karofsky was there, shouting about how glee club was losers and he couldn't believe how a bunch of pansies were there to give luck."

"That's when Coach stepped in to lay it out for Karofsky," Sam spoke up, "She told him that she wouldn't tolerate anymore bullying, especially with the glee club or anything to do with homophobia. From there, well, Karofsky went crazy. I was just nodding to what coach was saying and he tried to throw a punch at me. I'd gotten to him pretty good, though, by the time Puck and Finn could get in."

"We had to forfeit the damn game," Beiste growled, "The kid's messed up. Figgins was there, on the court, as everything went down. Puckerman, Evans, Hudson, Karofsky and I all went into Figgins's office, where everything was talked out. Karofsky's been expelled indefinitely. It was only a matter of time, right Will?"

Kurt's head spun. Karofsky was expelled from McKinley? But something was still off from the story. Something Karofsky had said to his friends that had gotten everyone so riled up.

"You aren't telling me everything," Kurt said boldly.

"They aren't, Kurt," Burt looked directly at his son, "Because they're hurt. You didn't tell them everything. You didn't tell me everything. When Karofsky was being escorted out of the building, his dad kept asking why Karofsky was acting out. He shouted it all out.

"What – what are you talking about?" Headlights filled the parking lot. The car stopped in front of the school, the door opening quickly, footsteps clicking towards the group.

"Karofsky's gay, Kurt," Finn said quietly, "He told us that you knew."

"I heard what happened on the radio," Blaine was there, standing next to Kurt, "What's going on?"

"He told you?" Kurt choked out, not even acknowledging Blaine.

"Not us, exactly," Mercedes said angrily, "Just the whole school that he'd kissed you."

"What the hell?" Blaine said loudly.

"Oh, good," Burt snapped, "This isn't new information for everyone, then. Here I would've thought that you would know about this." Blaine shifted uneasily under Burt's gaze.

"You have got to be kidding me! Kurt! You tell some kid you've just met about Karofsky – about everything that's happened – but you don't tell your own father?"

"It's not that simple, Dad," Kurt exploded, "You don't know what it has been like for me! Karofsky terrorized me for months on end, only because I am gay. He used me to hide himself so far in the closet. Who else would I talk to about this, Dad? This kind of harassment, this kind of bullying, is directed straight at my identity, one that you don't have."

"This isn't about that!"

"Yes, it is, Dad," Kurt was close to tears now, "Do you think it was easy for me to face being gay alone? And in high school? So, yes, Dad, when I met my first gay guy, I told him everything about Karofsky because he had been there, too."

"Having to hear about this, now, after everything that's happened, hurts me Kurt. I feel like I haven't been there for you, that someone is taking my place."

"Blaine could never take your place, Dad. He couldn't take anyone's place in my life," Kurt said firmly, "I alienated myself from all of you. After the semester I'd had, I didn't want help. I was too proud…too stubborn to tell anyone what was going on. I thought I could take care of myself – even when Dad was in a coma – but then, when Karofsky kissed me, and I met Blaine, I stopped trying to understand. I was at the end of the line. I needed to talk to someone, someone who hadn't been a part of the hell. That's why I told Blaine."

Burt studied his son closely, tears brimming. After a few long seconds, Burt pulled his son against his chest.

"Um," Blaine cleared his throat awkwardly, "I know I'm always late to everything, but what exactly happened?" Mercedes bit down on her lip, exchanging a glance with Rachel, who let a small giggle escape her lips. Soon, everyone was laughing, breaking the tension easily.

"Why don't we go somewhere?" Mr. Schue said once the laughter died down, "Maybe the pizza place down the road. No one's eaten yet." Kurt, Burt, Carole and Finn all looked at each other.

"I think Mom would be okay if we didn't have our Friday dinner tonight. You know, considering the circumstances?" Kurt said timidly. His dad nodded.

"You aren't always late," Kurt leaned over to Blaine later on during a break in the conversation. Everyone had either gone to get even more pizza or became engrossed in their own conversations, "Actually, you have impeccable timing."

"Oh really?" Blaine moved closer to his boyfriend, "Like now?" He slipped his hand under the table to squeeze Kurt's knee. Kurt jumped in his seat, a blush overtaking his face. Kurt just nodded.

"Pretty dramatic night, huh? I didn't think I'd see you till Sunday."

"I know, right?" Blaine laughed, "So…what happens now?"

"What do ya mean?" Kurt said lazily.

"Kurt, Karofsky was expelled," Blaine emphasized, "You can go back to McKinley now."

Kurt sat back in his seat, deep in thought. There were so many perks, now, about going back to McKinley…he could be in his favorite environment, being with the New Directions, and competing for solos and singing and dancing during rehearsal…and being with his friends, his friends who loved him and were actually working on taking care of him…and they were going to National's…but then there was Blaine and Dalton…the place that challenged him…the place with the enclosed Warbler's and their small thinking…

"You still have a choice." Blaine's words were right there in Kurt's head from the party a month ago…when his friends decided to throw a party to meet/threaten Blaine officially.

"You still have a choice," Blaine was there now, saying it again, "I'll always be here for you, Kurt, no matter what you decide." Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, nodding.

"Well, you know, unlike Dalton, McKinley is infamous for their Prom's…"

"Are you asking me Prom?"

"I guess I am, since, you know, I'm going to be a student at McKinley again," Blaine smiled at Kurt and gestured for Kurt to go talk to his Dad. After a short, slightly heated talk with his dad, Kurt approached Mr. Schue, who was at the far end of the table.

"Mr. Schue?" Kurt said superiorly, "I would like to audition back into New Directions." Mercedes squealed loudly, nearly knocking her friend over, causing the rest of the club to realize what was happening, engulfing Kurt in hugs, with Blaine watching and laughing at the sight. Kurt was going back to where he belonged.

A/N: Like I said, I hadn't planned on having this chapter at all. Now, I'm glad I have it. It resolves some broken storylines between Burt and Blaine. It'll be interesting when all of the Karofsky/Kurt drama does come out, and how the New Directions and Burt take it, especially since Blaine did know, right as it happened. Anyway, please review!