Author's Note: I really enjoyed writing this story, but it is now over. This is the last chapter. You all know what happens after this. Review if you feel like it. They make me happy : )

One Day

Blaine's POV

I peeled my eyelids open to see my brunette boyfriend fast asleep next to me. He was supposed to sleep on my trundle bed, but come on now; did they actually expect us to do that? I looked over at my alarm clock, which would be going off in 4 minutes.

"Kurt," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. He groaned and turned away from me. "Unless you want to wake up to obnoxious Pink music, you should open your eyes."

He did open his eyes, turning to give me an irritated look. "What time is it?"

"Almost five in the morning. We have to wake up this early if we want to get to school on time," I said, pulling myself out of bed and getting my things for a shower.

"You get up this early every morning? You're insane" He mumbled into my pillow.

"You use to get up this early to get to Dalton," I reminded him.

"I'm insane too, I guess," he kidded.

"Shield your eyes. I'm turning the lights on," I said, flicking on the switch. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom, got a quick shower, got dressed, and started doing my hair. Kurt peeked his head in, holding his face creams, hair supplies, toothbrush, and toothpaste. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt, which was a rarity for him. He got a shower last night so he wouldn't have to deal with it this morning.

"Hurry up. If you want to get to school on time, I need the bathroom for at least an hour," he said. I laughed when I turned to see his hair, which was practically standing straight up.

"Having a bad hair day?" I questioned while I gelled every curl into place.

"Yes, now move so I can fix that," he said, giving me a playful shove so he could look in the mirror. "Oh man, that is bad. This is going to require extensive amounts of hairspray."

"You have fun with that," I said, squirting toothpaste on my brush and walking out of the bathroom so he can get ready. My parents were already off to work by now, making the house really quiet. We really should get a dog or something, since I don't have any siblings or anything.

I walked downstairs and started making Kurt and myself some eggs. I don't know if he likes eggs, but I guess we'll find out.

"Hey, don't brush your teeth yet, unless you want toothpaste flavored eggs," I yelled, loud enough that he could hear me. I heard a faint 'ok' but his voice is so high, sometimes I can't catch it. I popped some toast in the toaster and started scooping scrambled eggs into bowls while the coffee brewed. Keeping a close eye on the time, I realized that we wouldn't make it on time if Kurt was going to take as long as he said, which knowing him, was probably the case. So, I ran him his breakfast while he was doing his hair.

"It looks fine," I said, fighting the urge to mess it up. He rolled his eyes as he shoveled eggs into his mouth. "We won't be able to stop at the Lima Bean today, so I have coffee brewing. Please speed up the beautification process as much as you can," I said with a wink as I ran downstairs to pour coffee into portable containers.

About fifteen minutes later, Kurt came running down the steps, almost tumbling a few times. We were definitely running pretty late.

"Can I just leave my stuff here? I'm probably staying again tonight," he said, nodding thanks to me as I handed him his coffee and we walked out to the car.

"Not a problem. Today's the big meeting isn't it?" I asked. He nodded, looking nervous as we got into my car and I started pulling out of the drive. "Don't worry about it. Karofsky will probably get suspended, if not expelled."

"They aren't going to expel him for kissing me Blaine. He's going to kill me," Kurt said, sounding pretty afraid.

"He isn't going to kill you. He only threatened you like that because he's afraid. It's an empty threat. You'll be fine," I said soothingly, making sure not to hit my mailbox, since that'd just freak him out more. "How about you pick a cd?"

I was thinking he was going to put in Lady Gaga or something, but then "Spinning" by Jack's Mannequin came on.

"I didn't know you liked The Glass Passenger," I said, pretty surprised.

"Some girl Artie likes is in love with this band. He's been doing extensive research on them during glee on my iphone, so I thought it'd be interesting to hear what they're all about… It seems pretty depressing," he said, probably hoping it'd be more upbeat.

"Well, the lead singer wrote this album when he had cancer. Its not supposed to be upbeat," I said, trying to focus on the road. "Put it on track 3. I think you'll like that one."

"I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn. Memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun. Crack in the armor, yeah. I swim for brighter days, despite the absence of sun. Choking on some water. I'm not giving in. I'll swim," my radio played. Kurt smiled, putting his hand on my lap, which made it really hard to focus on driving.

"Thank you Blaine."

Kurt's POV:

I've never been more afraid to come to school than today. Blaine has been spending all day, trying to make sure nothing goes wrong before this meeting, but of course he can't stop everything. We've already been slushied a few times, and we both had our lockers vandalized.

"Sticks and stones," Blaine muttered when he saw FAG written on his locker in red paint. "I'm just curious to how they did that between sixth and seventh period," he chuckled, putting his things in his locker. We had to go to the meeting. The day flew by way faster than I wanted it to.

"Did someone seriously do that to your locker?" a familiar voice piped. We turned around to see the library girl… Cassie or something.

"Yea Chris, someone seriously did that to my locker," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "Oh, is it true that you're quitting library?"

"Oh, uh, yea. Actually, I dropped it to join Glee Club! As of next week, I will be joining the New Directions forces," she said, putting her fists into her waist and striking a super hero pose.

"That's awesome! We always need new recruits!" I said happily. I may not know her well, but she seems to be nice.

"Yea, well, I've gotta get out of here… See you guys tomorrow," she said, pulling the strap of her backpack up and walking towards the door. My eyes followed her until I saw someone else walk in. My worst nightmare had returned to the school.

Chris's POV

I ran right into Dave Karofsky as I was walking out.

"Watch it!" he said angrily. I looked at his face though, and saw something else. He didn't look angry. Actually, he looked like he'd been crying.

"Ka- Dave, are you ok?" I asked, grabbing his arm to keep him from shoving past me.

"I'm fine. Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" he said bitterly, ripping his arm from my grip and trudging towards principal Figgins office. I nodded and headed out to my car. I was worried about Dave, even as I drove home I thought about him. People like him don't cry. They don't. It isn't who they are. He's supposed to be the bad guy. He's the one who bullied Kurt out of school. Why do I feel bad for him?
I got home, silently took care of my mother, who still refused to recognize me, and sat down in my kitchen for the little time I had before work. The thought hit me like a semi truck. Dave Karofsky might actually be human. Who knew something so simple would be so hard to comprehend?

Kurt's POV:

My dad and I sat in two of the chairs in Figgin's office while Blaine leaned against the wall. Even though I'd seen Karofsky in the hallway, we were still waiting for his parents. Meanwhile, I was in my own personal Hell. What if they made me give them a play by play of what happened? Would I even be able to do that? What if his parents don't believe me? What if Figgins doesn't believe me? I felt a firm hand rest on my shoulder.

"Kurt, you're fidgeting, a lot. Just calm down. Courage, remember?" Blaine said, his hand still on my shoulder. As if on cue, the Karofsky family came in the door. Ms. Karofsky looked completely upset while Mr. Karofsky just looked confused. Karofsky looked like he was ready to punch someone, preferably me more likely than not.

"Please sit down," Mr. Figgins said, gesturing to the three chairs in his office. They all sat down. "Now will someone please explain the situation to me?"

"I don't know why I'm here. I'm not the only person who picks on Kurt! Why am I being blamed?" Karofsky started.

"Because you kissed him Karofsky!" Blaine yelled, already starting to get angry.

"So what, the little fag jumped me!" he yelled back, standing to his feet.

"Don't you call my son that!" My dad yelled, also standing up.

"Don't you dare bully my kid!" Mr. Karofsky yelled, also standing up. I just wanted to disappear.

"Alright, everyone settle down. Since we have no proof of this occurrence, we cannot punish Dave for it," Principal Figgins said calmly. "However, we do have proof of his bullying and vandalism of school property. Starting next week, he will serve 6 Saturday detentions. That's it."

The meeting went way faster than I thought it would, but it didn't reach anything valuable for me. He was still going to be in school, torturing until I graduate. Blaine gave me a tight hug and kissed my forehead, making the older Karofskys cringe.

"Everything happens for a reason," he said, unhappy with what happened himself.

Karofsky's POV:

"You're gay, aren't you?" My dad asked as we drove home from the meeting at school. I sighed, staring at the back of his leather seat.

"I don't think this is the time to be talking about this," I said, knowing he'd probably run us into a ditch or something. We waited until we were home and sat down at a table in the kitchen.

"I- I think I am," I said, staring at my feet. I was waiting for an explosion from my dad. I didn't expect what happened next.

"You aren't gay David," my mom said, standing up from the table and going over to the counter to pour herself some coffee.

"Mom, I think I am," I said back. She threw her cup of coffee at the wall, shattering it.

"I am your mother. I know better what you are better than you do and that's not gay! I didn't raise a gay son. I took you to church every Sunday. We prayed at every meal, before bed every night. You are not gay! We'll take you to one of those… rehabilitation ministries. We'll get you better. That Kurt boy took advantage of you is all," she ranted, sounding like a crazy person.

"Mom, please listen to me. I… I kissed Kurt. He didn't take advantage of me… I took advantage of him," I said, feeling how each word tasted. So this is what it's like to tell the truth.

"No, no no. He's just tricked you into thinking that. He's with the devil David. You've just been deceived!" she yelled, pulling at her hair. My dad went over to her and gave her a strong hug.

"David, please go to your room. We… we can't look at you right now," he said quietly. I did go upstairs, but I stopped in front of his office and went in there instead.

"Great job Dave, you just made your parents hate you for life!" I yelled, throwing books off shelves. "Now what are you going to do? Huh?" I screamed. "You deserve it, you fag! You'll burn in hell for this!"

I paused, opening the drawer in my father's desk and seeing his gun. The cranks in my head began to turn.

"No, this isn't your fault Dave. You were deceived. You were tricked by those two Satan loving fags. Now you have to do what's right, and send them to hell where they belong," I whispered, slipping his gun and some bullets into my letterman jacket.

"Tomorrow, Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel will get what they deserve."