So... I'm epically sorry for the fact that this took so long, i got cought up in other fic and then RL decided to smack me over the head a little, but hey, here it is. Hope you like it anyways...

And i apologise in advance for any and probably lots of spelling errors, i tried to catch them but i was typing half of this at 4am and well, it wasn't pretty.

Anyway, enjoy!

Over and out x


Four words.

Four words and he could already tell that his whole life was about to change.

Because she was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at him, hey eyes getting narrower and narrower as he continued to stand, frozen, in front of her.

And it was all he could do not to uproot himself from where he was stood and run, bolt out the front door and just sprint into the night and not look back, because he was pretty sure that he knew what she was going to say. He had seen that look in her eyes before as she had spat out harsh words about people she disapproved of, those who she didn't think deserved her respect or even her silence. She would mutter things at the television when celebrities she didn't like were on screen, and he remembered her being very vocal when Barack Obama was elected President. He had secretly thought that she was an idiot and had decided that if he ever got a chance to vote for or against him he would vote for, because supposed he'd liked the guy anyway and he hated it when he had to suffer through his mom's predjuces, even though his dad would normally chide her about it, or change the channel and tell her to be quiet and not talk about it.

However, he wasn't going to be scared of that look. He wouldn't run, because he wouldn't ever get the chance again if he did, and even though he knew the way it was going to go, he couldn't help holding on to the little bit of hope that she would be understanding.

Without uttering anything else she simply turned on her heel and storde back into their living room, inviting him to follow. He somehow regained the use of his legs and trailed after her on autopilot, eyes trained on her back as he stepped through the doorway and into the room, all the furnishings and knick-knacks looking so familiar and yet so different.

It was as if he was already seeing it as their house, their things. Not his, not any more.

His mother took a seat on the couch and motioned with a hand towards the chair that faced the front window. He gave a tight smile as he sat down, at first leaning back into it and folding his arms across his chest and then, under her malevolent gaze, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees, his palms facing upwards as they cupped his chin.

"David, I'm sure you know why I want to talk to you."

He looked up at her and met her eyes, noticing for the first time the steely glint of malice in them as she levelly held his gaze.

"I'm pretty sure I do, but why don't you fill me in? Make sure we're on the same page."

He said the last bit with sarcasm, expression darkening as her glare intensified. He had no idea what had made him get cheeky with her, but he supposed that seeing as she already hated him it wouldn't really matter much. It was fun to do, which soother the ball of nerves in his stomach a little.

A few seconds passed and then she was digging in her purse as she started to speak again, her words taking on an edge as they went on.

"Well David, one of your friends was kind enough to send me a photo message today, and I was... extremely concerned with its contents."

As he closed his eyes and mentally thought of about a million ways that he could kill all the members of the team who had his mom's number because of the stupid football phone tree thing, he could hear that her rustling had stopped, and he parted his eyelids to see her expression turn to one of disgust as she held out her phone towards him, a surprisingly detailed picture on the screen.

It was one of him and Kurt, obviously, from when he had started properly responding to Dave's kiss, his arms wrapping around his back as hie had gasped into Dave's mouth, and it was a pretty good representation of the moment that he knew, for sure sure, that he was not only gay, but completely in love with Kurt Hummel.

And even when it was being shoved in his face with agression and anger he couldn't help smiling as he remembered the sensations and how good Kurt had fekt in his arms.

With the memories of his determination swirling around in his brain, he looked up from the phone that his mother was brandishing in his face and fixed her with a look of tenacity, because he knew that he wasn't going to back down.

"Yeah mom, I'm pretty sure I know what you're talking about now. So go on, what did you want to say?" He riased an eyebrow like he had seen Kurt do, but he was about 99% certain that it wasn't as effective by half.

His mother's eyes narrowed even further as she pulled the phone back form in front of him, tossing it onto the couch as she leaned forwards and practically hissed "So it's definitely you in that picture then?"

At that he rolled his eyes and just nodded, trying to keep his cool, as he heard her grind her teeth together and resisted the urge to tell her it was bad for the enamel like she alwas had whn he was a kid.

"What were you doing David, you're kissing that... that abomination!"

He saw red at that point, only just staying in his seat as he practically yelled "Kurt is not an abomination. He's a fucking human being and he's actually one of the nicest, kindest, nost supportive people I've ever met."

"Oh, I'm sure he was kind and gentle and sweet when he was turning you into a-a-a freak like him. Corrputing my poor innocent little boy, how dare he spread his perversion like that!"

"Mom, what are you suggesting? That he did some voodoo ritual and suddenly I want in his pants? I don't believe you're actually that stupid mom, I've always been like this! I'm gay, I like boys, and nothing you say to me is going to change that. It had nothing to do Kurt, and it still doesn't, he didn't make me gay." He scoffed scornfully, his arms coming up to emphasise is point as he finished speaking.

He saw indecision flash in his nother's eyes for a secoond and then she was wearing a mask of stern kindness as she clasped her hands together on her lap and smiled at him.

"Dave, sweetie, you can stop playing now, you've gone a bit too far okay? I know it might have seemed like a fun joke when you and your friends decided to play it in school, but you're at home now and you should just drop it."

It took him a moment to comprehend that she was actually seriously insinuating that he was messing around, that he had been playing some sort of elaborate and crual joke or prank on Kurt at school, and that him coming out to her was just an extension of the ridiculousness.

He nearly growled it out as he said "Mom, listen to me! It wasn't a joke or a trick and that's really me in that photo and that's really Kurt, no one had photoshopped it or anything like that. I. Am. Gay. I kissed him and you know what? I want to do it again!"

At that his mother's serene expression melted away as if her last hope was gone (and he thought maybe it had) and she leapt up from the couch, his feet stomping on the floor as she shook her fist at him, her brown, curly hair flying everywhere as she shook with what he presumed was rage.

"You are NOT gay! No son of mine is a fucking fairy faggot, you hear me? You're gonna grow up and get a nice job and marry a nice, Christian girl, give me and your father grandchildren to play with and look after. Not prance around in tights and... and sing and fucking kiss guys!"

He had never heard her swear before and it was that that nearly got him springing to his feet to confront her, but it was when she used that word, the f-word, the one that made him feel like a thousand knives were tearing at his gut, that pushed him over the edge, his rage propelling him forwards as he sprung across the room, all but screaming into her face as she finished her rant, her eyes hectic and hands flailing.

"I don't give a shit about your pretty little white-picket-fence views of my life, I'm gonna live it however the hell I want, with or without your permission!"

He had been yelling, but as he stepped closer his voice grew soft and quiet and dangerously low, as he spat out the words "And if you ever, ever use the word fag again, you're going to have to watch out, because it's disgisting and sick and hateful and spiteful, and makes you a lot of the things that you seem to think something perfectly natural makes me and Kurt."

He leaned away from her face in time for her to blow up at him like he knew she would, and he was glad he had done when the spit started flying from her mouth because she was so enraged.

"How dare you threaten me in my own home young man, and call your perverted feelings natural! You're a sinner and I hope you burn in hell David, I can't even bear to look at you right now." She paused for a few deep breaths before she continued, her chest heaving up and down as she said "You and your deviation won't be staying under my roof even one night longer, get your ass out my house NOW!"

Seeing that she would probably start throwing things if he didn't move, he shot her a glare so cold it could freeze penguins and walked towards her, his hands clenching into fists as he walked. He was close to her before he spoke, leaning in like she had to him.

"Fine. I don't want to be in the same house as someone who won't accpet me for who I am anyway. Bye mom."

And with that, not looking back at her, he walked out the door, breaking into a sprint up the stairs towards his room as his carefully controlled mask of anger and determination broke down, the cracks showing through as tears started to make themselves known.

Before long he found himself standing in the centre of his room, a bag at his feet as he threw clothes haphazardly into it, not caring about the items which fell short or overshot, ending up on the floor. His tears were streaming thick and fats and he could hardly see through them, chocking back sobs as he tried to calm himself down, to no avail.

It seemed to have hit him, standing in the room he had called his own from birth, spent seventeen years in, decorated the walls of with posters and pictures, that he was actually being thrown out. His own mother was kicking him out the house for being gay, for being something that he had only recently come to accept that he couldn't change.

His legs gave out beneath him and he sat down on his bed with a thump, face falling into his hands as heleant forwards, the tears drying up slightly but only giving way to heart-wrenching sobs that wracked his whole body.

He didn't know how long he spent there, curled up on his sheets as he sobbed, but it seemed like hours had passed when he heard raised voices again, argumentative and loud, until they were shouting at each other and he could hear what they were saying clearly.

With a jolt he realised that it was his mother and father's voices, that his dad had got home from work early.

"He's our son Mabel, our son! What do you mean, you can't live with him?"

His head rose at his father's question, wondering what he meant by it, daring to hope that he was defying his wife.

"Paul he's gay!" She screeched it with an inflection that made it sound like some sort of disease, the disgust in her tone obvious, "How can you stand there and defend him?"

"I know he's gay, I have for a while, and I don't care! He's my son and I'm not letting you throw him out of our home for something he has no control over, whether you and your christian friends like it or not. I can't believe I ever actually thought you could change, I should have done this years ago!" His father let out an aggrivated sigh and from his perch on the bed he could he stomping footsteps and the click of a door opening.

It was his mother's voice that he heard next, ringing through the house.

"I don't care what you say, I an not sleeping in the same house as that abomination, so you'd better get him out or go with him!"

With that, he heard a door slam, the crash resounding throughout as he grabbed his bag, tear tracks drying still on his face as he threw his own door open, dragging it down the stairs and towards his father.

The older Karofsky looked up as he heard footfalls, and met the eyes of his only son in dispair, Dave's pain showing even through the mask that he had struggled to pull back up.

"I'm proud of you you know. Not many people would have stood up to her like she said you did. And I'm truly sorry it's come to this. I do't think there's any way to change her mind, and she's set on wanting you out, but... Dave, you are NOT going to have to leave. Not forever. There's no way I'm letting her throw you out into the street like this and just leave you."

The rest of whatever he was going to say was cut off as Dave dropped his bag and lunged at him, wrapping his arms tightly around his father as he hugged hhim, the mask breaking once agan as tears threatened, though he was thankful none came.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, and for believing in me and for... How did you know?"

He pulled back, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt as he did so.

His dad reached out to touch his shoulder and looked at him kindly, saying "A father always it was they bullying Kurt that really gave it away. I hated seeing you like that, knowing you were hating yourself and becoming so self destructive, as well as hurting an nnocent and wonderful young man. But the way you've turned things around, that's another reason I'm proud of you David."

As he removed his hand, stepping back to look over his shoulder at the still closed door of the living room, Dave realised that even with his father in his corner, she wouldn't let him stay in the house.

"Dad, I'm still going to have to go. Somewhere, anywhere, because you know she meant it."

Closing his eyes, Paul said "I know son, I know. But I meant it when I said you're not leaving forever. Go to a friends house for tonight, find somewhere to sleep, and phone me tomorrow. I'm filing for divorce as soon as I can, and the house is in my name, so she can't touch it. She's the one who's going to have to move out, you just wait. But... for tonight there's nothing I can do."

He wrapped his arms softly around his dad, not squeezing him tight like the last time but just holding him as he mumbled "Thank you Dad." into his shoulder, too upset to say it to his face.

Then, releasing his grasp, he turned backwards and grasped the handles on his bag, wrenching it up and hauling it onto his shoulder as he turned to face the doorway, his father moving aside so he could reach it.

"I'm so sorry Dave, I really am. I'll talk to you in the morning."

With one last look at the hallway, Dave moved to the door, grasping the handle tightly and pulling it open. He stepped through, casting his eyes backwards, and then nodded to his dad as he sthut the door, before running down their driveway and onto the sidewalk, his heels clacking on the concrete slabs as he went.

He wrenched open the door of his truck, throwing the bag inside, before climbing in himself, telling himself that he couldn't break down, couldn't cry again, because at least now he knew he should have the home to come back to.

Starting the enine, he pulled away from the kerb, deciding he could decide where to go later on.


He'd been driving around Lima aimlessly for about half an hour before he recognised the street he was on and realised that his subconscious had directed him to Azimo's house. The place where he'd spent quite a few middle school nights lounging about and then high school nights playing computer games and talking football and hockey, eating Mrs Adams out of house and home at the same time.

As his truck pulled up to the kerb outside his best friend's house he could see the drawn curtains and the light streaming through them from the inside, making the whole house glow. That was what a proper family house should be like, happy and warm. Not cold and echoing with shouts from their last fight.

It was then that he realised that the tears had never properly stopped, merely declined to a much more snail-like rate, leaking from the corners of his eyes every so often as he thr=ought about everything that had happened that day.

He scrubbed furiously at the traitor tears, his sleeve still damp from the last time he had excecuted such a move, and then reached for the handle, grasping it firmly as he swung the car door open, stepping down from thew cab and then reaching back in to grab his bag from the passenger seat.

Hauling it out, he slammed the door shut, hoping that the loud noise wouldn't wake anyone, though he didn't really think it was that late, and then locked the truck. Glancing around him, he started to make his way up the driveway, past Az's car and his parents', before stepping into the glow pooling at his feet as he came in line with the windows, somehow feeling warmer himself as he was bather in golden light.

Reaching the door he closed his eyes tight, breathed in and out once, twice, and then reached out a hand and rang the doorbell, nearly falling over a plant pot as he jumped backwards, scared by its loud chimes.

Footsteps sounded on a wooden floor, Az's mom's pride and joy (he remembered her telling him the first time he was over after they'd had them done 'Don't scuff the floors Davey!') and then the door was flung open and he found himself staring down at the woman herself. He towered over her, and it had always puzzled him how someone so short had ended up producing Az, but he just put it down to the fact that his dad was about ten feet tall.

However, he didn't care at that moment how small she was, because she had always been wonderful to him and all he wanted at that moment was just to throw himself into her arms and hig her like he should have been able to hug his own mother.

"Davey honey, what's wrong?"

But he couldn't answer.

All he could do was stand and watch as her face went from mildly concerned to distressed as she wached Dave's face crumple.

She immediately did what he had been hoping for all along and stepped over the threshold, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside as she closed the door behind him and then wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him into one of her tight hugs that he had loved so much in his childhood. Even though the top of her head only came up to his chin she had a grip that would make grizzly bears jealous and he was suddenly sobbing in her arms, his teard falling into her hair as yet another set of footsteps sounded on the wooden floor.

He looked up and saw Az jog into the hall, his friend taking one look at him and runnign over to them as Dave turned his face away, ashamed that Az had seen him crying. He had sworn that he wasn't going to again and then here he was, bawling in Azimio's hallway like a little girl.

"Dave man, what the hell?"

It wasn't said with anger but concern and he breathed in a deep breath, forcing himself to control his emotions before he looked up at Az again.

"She knew."

Detatching himself from Mrs Adams' arms he stepped back and shook his head, trying to make himself look less of a crybaby and more of the guy who he was supposed to be, the one who could terrify the bejesus out of random freshmen with one look.

When Az just walked towards him and then stood a few feet away, the look on his face like he wasn't really sure what to do, he repeated himself, for want of anything else to do.

"She knew. Went mental. Man, it was like I didn't even know who she was anymore."

At that Az had to do something, so he pulled Dave into a 'bro' hug, one hand slapping him on the back before stepping backwards, yet closer than before and looking possibly more murderous than he had that afternoon when he had stood up to Sanderson and those assholes.

He ran a hand through what little hiar he had and then said "How the hell'd she know man, who told her?"

At that Dave had to grind his teeth, his hands curling into fists again without him noticing.

"Some dickhead on the team had sent her a fucking photo! They've got her munber because of the stupid football phone tree shit, and one of them fucking took a picture of me kissing Kurt and sent it to her. It was like they knew she would go off on one like that." He said, closing his eyes and reminding himself that the Adams' probably wouldn't thank him for smashing any of their pictures of furniture.

It seemed Az had the same response as he practically growled out "Fuck them. I'm gonna find out who it was tomorrow Dave, you'd better count on that."

Nodding his head to show his appreciation, he felt a small hand on his arm and looked around to see that Mrs Adams - god, he really should remember to call her Nora, she always told him off for calling her that - smiling softly at him.

"Dave, honey, I've got to get back in there before they start to tear each other apart, but you can stay and talk to Azimio if you want, okay?"

Then she was gone, a small, sympathetic smile on her lips as she flitted back through the first door on the left off the hallway, the one he knew from mulitple visits was the living room.

"They?" He asked Az weakly as he realised belatedly that they had company.

His friend nodded, saying "Yeah, my cousins are up for the weekend."

Before Dave could say anything else Az stopped smiling and rested a hand on his shoulder again, saying "What the hell happened after you went home though dude? You said she went mental, she throw you out or some shit? What about your dad? I thought he was pretty cool."

That was when Dave had to sit down. He leaned against the wall and let his legs give out, sliding down it with his back in contact with the cool wallpaper, until he was sat on the wooden floor. It only took him a few seconds to realise that Az had sat down with him.

"Yeah, she screamed at me that I was an 'abomnation'," He spat out the word harshly, just as she had, "And then said that she wouldn't be in the same house as me any more, and that I should get out."

"Oh shit Dave, I knew she was a bitch but that's... that's fucking harsh!"

He just looked over at his friend and shrugged, saying "Yeah, but it's just the same as Sanderson and all those guys think isn't it? I couldn't live with lying to myself and everyone else any more, I wanted to be strong, to be proud just like Kurt, and I still do, but there's still about half the county out there who think's I'm a sinner, that I'm going to hell."

It seemed like Az didn't really know what to say to that, so he looked down at his hands as he continued, "My dad came home just as I was packing," He indicated the bag at their feet, near the door where he had dropped it as he was dragged in the door by Nora, "and ended up in a row with mom. He was actually defending me, I can't tell you how glad I was to hear that, how much I love hm for standing up to her over it."

"But... you're still here." Az said, confused.

Dave chuckled humourlessly, looking up again.

"Yeah, she was still insisting that I had to leave, and then she stprmed off into the licing room and all but fucking barricaded herself in. He... he didn't know what to do. He asked me to go stay with a friend while he tried to get things sorted. Said he was filing for divorce in the morning, and that I'd be back in the house as soon as he could manage, but she was being stubborn. It was just easier to go. So here I am."

As Az stiffened slightly beside him he noticed the apologetic look in his eyes and heard the ruckus start up again in the other room, much like it had been when he'd been stood on the porch outside. He knew that there was no way, no room for him to stay while Az's cousins were over, he's met them before and knew just how many of them there were. Hell, he doubted if they could all fit inside the small house, let alone with him there too.

Patting Az on the shoulder he eased himself up off the floor and then stuck out a hand to help his friend up, yanking him up off the floor as they both staggered back slightly. Laughing for the first time in what felt like forever, he smiled at Az, nodding his head towards the closed door.

"Dude, I know there's no room. Don't feel bad about it, there's no way you could have ever planned it like this or anything, you had no idea. And they were here first. Az, I can go somewhere else."

He nearly missed the flash of pain in Az's eyes as he too looked towards the door, but he was sure it was there.

"Dave, I'm really sorry y'know? About all of this, those guys at school and your mom and then not having room for you to stay here. I really wanna help, but there's just so many of them and... Where are you gonna go?"

Knowing that Az wouldn't let him go if he knew that he actually wasn't sure, he lied, hoping that his friend wouldn't see through it.

"I think my dad's friend might let me kip on his couch or something, he's a pretty good mate to dad and I've known him for years. I'll be okay."

He sighed quietly as Az nodded, knowing that he'd fooled him sufficiently, and then just wrapped one arm awkwardly around him, saying "Thanks dude. And tell your mom that too, okay? She's pretty cool."

Okay, so she was more than pretty cool, but spilling his guts about how she was the mom he'd never really had was too far in the cryfest that the night had become. So he just smiled as Az promised to tell her, and then picked up his stuff, exchanging one last look with his friend before he sayd a quiet "Bye man." And opened the door, stepping outside into the dark evening and heading down the path.

He knew without looking back that Az would be at the door, but he didn't want to ruin anything so instead of running back and hugging him properly he just got back into his trck and waved faintly as he drove off.


He hadn't been lying when he had said that he didn't know where to go.

Anyone on the football team was out really, and the hockey guys were even worse and would probably be waiting for him with slushies as soon as he stepped in school the next day, so they were one huge big nono.

He supposed the only people he could really see being anything like supportive to him were the Glee kids. Which was an... interesting thought but he'd have to run with it.

Berry was out even if her two dads would probably be okay with it, because she annoyed him quite a lot and he'd been pretty much a dick to her anyway, so he didn't feel like she'd welcome him with open arms.

Chang and Puckerman probably wouldn't shut the door in his face but he didn't fancy tangling with Mike's mom and he knew that Puck didn't really have room. He didn't really feel like he could go to any of the girls houses either, because he didn't really know any of them.

Apart from Santana.

Thinking that maybe he'd had a breakthrough he pulled out his phone, punching in Santana's number and praying for her to pick up while he listened to it ring.

"Hey bitch-"

"Santana thank god-"

"If you don't know what to do after the beep then I really can't help you."

"Shit!"

He'd got her voicemail and he knew what that meant. She was either with someone, or Brittany had finally realised what she was missing and let Santana be happy for once.

Because sure Santana was a bitch, and she had probably earned the moniker 'Satan' ten times over, but she had been nothing but great to him and he had found that their pseudo relationship had actually turned into a proper friendship. If he wasn't gay and she wasn't a lesbian then he totally would have been in love with her.

Y'know, instead of Kurt.

Shit! Kurt!

Of all the people in Glee, he had completely forgotten the one person that he knew would let him stay the night, kip on the couch, whatever, because his mom had kicked him out. Because he knew Kurt, somehow, and had kinda become his friend, and he was sure that he wasn't the kind of person who shut the door in people's faces.

He stuck his truck in reverse, driving arounf the streets over the speed limit as he treid to remember where to go, knowing that the large house that he had - and he hated himself for it - egged and teepee'd in the past was somewhere nearby.

He spotted it down the street he had turned onto and smiled slightly as he coasted to a stop outside it, sure then that it was definitely the right one.

Now all he had to do was get out of the truck.

Which was proving difficult.

He was having a hard time convincing his body to get up and out the cab, to walk up the drive to that house, to knock on the door and possibly have that boy answer it.

But, closing his eyes and counting to ten, he took a deep breath and flung open the door, practically running up the path as he dragged his bag with him. He reached the front door and raised his hand to knock, only to have it hover in the air, frozen, as if he had just realised who else might answer the door.

Burt.

The guy who slammed him into a locker and scared the complete shit out of him and made him think that he should probably run if he ever did anything that made him that angry ever again. He definitely reminded him of a bear. And not the teddy kind.

But he knew, in his heart, that he had no where else to go. And he hoped that Kurt would stand up for him too.

So he swalloed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat and knocked, loudly, on the door.

And for the third time that night he heard footsteps on a wooden floor and then the door was being swung open and golden light was pouring out from the within, creating an aptly glowing halo around the figure silhouetted with in it.

"Hey Kurt."


A/N: Yeah, i know, cliffhanger again, but the next chapter will be the rest of Kurt's day up to this point, so you'll have to wait a while for the next bit anyways...

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