Sometimes Blaine wonders what would have happened if Kurt hadn't stopped him on the stairwell. Would they be together now? Would Kurt have stayed at McKinley? His abuse would have continued if he had and who knows where he might be now. Blaine was grateful and just a bit selfish in thinking that he was glad Kurt had stopped him of all people that day. Now, looking at Kurt from where he sat while Kurt danced around singing I'm Not That Girl from Wicked, Blaine was more grateful than ever.

"He could be that- oh. Hello Mr. Anderson," Kurt said, smiling through the open door. A few moments later Blaine's father walked in, wearing a beige business suit. His and Blaine's looks were so similar that Kurt couldn't help fantasizing about Blaine years from now. Looking just as striking in a business suit.

"Hello, Kurt, Blaine," Mr. Anderson said stiffly through a forced smile. Blaine sighed a little and smiled at his father. "What are you two up to today?" He asked, perking Blaine's interest. His father never asked what the two of them were doing. Together. He set a briefcase he was carrying down on the table and leaned with his hands against a chair. He quickly changed position crossing his arms. Then, before Blaine could answer he changed position again putting his hands in his pockets.

Seeing that his father was…comfortable, Blaine answered, "We're waiting for Rachel and Finn to call so that we can meet them at the Lima Bean." Mr. Anderson nodded stiffly, still smiling. Blaine looked to Kurt who was stifling a laugh behind a fist. The tension in the room grew and a genuine smile lighted Blaine's face. It really was a bit funny to see how awkward relating to them was for his father.

"Good, good. Do you need any money?" His father asked pulling out his wallet and opening it up. Blaine protested, saying he had enough, but Mr. Anderson threw a twenty in his son's lap anyways. Blaine rolled his eyes and put it in his shirt-pocket. "Blaine, can-can I speak to you for a moment? Is that alright, Kurt? I just need a moment," He said addressing Kurt and looking in his direction, but, Kurt noticed, didn't make eye-contact for very long. Kurt nodded and skipped lightly out of the room humming Popular.

"What is it, Dad?" Blaine asked, suddenly nervous. Alone moments with his father weren't stressful or bad, just, unexpected.

"Blaine…I…I'm not sure how I feel about this press conference. I don't want people to have another reason to attack you verbally or physically again.

"I know it's important to you and I know why you feel like you need to do it, but there are other ways to get people to come forward," Blaine looked surprised at his father's interest and worry. "Now, I know I haven't been the most supportive of your…of your lifestyle, but I'm trying to understand, Blaine. I love you and I-I do kind of like Kurt, but I just don't want you to get hurt again.

"I need to do this, Dad. I need to come forward. Have you watched the news? They're slandering me and Kurt saying that it's our fault the attack happened. We need to get our story out," Blaine argued, he had a stern face on, but really he was elated that his father said he liked Kurt. His stomach was doing backflips, in fact.

"There are other ways to get your story out, have your lawyer do the press conference, just don't do it yourself," His dad was on his knees now, which made him eye-level to Blaine. Blaine shook his head.

"No. No, Kurt and I need to do this." Blaine said forcefully. His father sighed and stood. "Thank you, though."

"For what?" His father asked picking up his briefcase.

"For liking Kurt." His father smiled at Blaine before walking out of the room. Blaine heard the muffled sounds of talking before Kurt's head popped into the doorway. A smile on his face. He had his phone pressed to the side of his head.

"Yeah, we'll leave right now. See you, soon," Kurt hung up and skipped lightly over to Blaine, he leaned down and gave his boyfriend a peck on the lips. "Come on, we have to get to the Lima Bean."

"Alright, I'll be out in a second," Blaine said, he pulled the twenty out of his pocket and left it under the placemat on the table for the maid to find.

Later, at the Lima Bean, Kurt and Blaine sat together at a booth waiting for Finn and Rachel who had texted Kurt saying they'd be a few minutes late. They were talking about anything to avoid the subject of the trial and the looming press conference. They were both nervous, and even a little scared. Kurt wondered what the public's reaction would be and how he would be treated from then on. Everyone in Lima would know who he and Blaine were and not in a good, famous performance, kind of way.

"Hello, Kurt. Hello, Blaine. Sorry that we're late. I was interviewing my dads about having a relationship in Lima, Ohio. There are some interesting pointers that I'm sure you two could benefit from," Rachel said happily, while sitting down and removing her scarf. Kurt noted that Quinn owned a similar scarf in a different color.

"Rachel, while I do enjoy your company every now and then I do not wish to get advice from the people who raised you," Kurt said with a smile. Rachel glowered and Kurt winked.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Finn asked as he sat down carrying two coffees.

"Nothing really, we're just waiting to hear back from Julia about the date of our press conference," Blaine said, Rachel probably would have spit her drink out if she hadn't swallowed it before Blaine had said what he did for dramatic effect.

"Kurt! You're giving a press conference? Why didn't you tell me? This is incredible! You need to do so much planning we don't have any time-"

"Rachel! Calm down. It's just a press conference. Blaine and I don't want to do this, but it's a necessity that we're willing to face," Kurt spat angrily. Rachel looked a little hurt, but she understood now why they didn't tell anyone.

"Sorry, how about I just not talk until the subject changes?" They all agreed with Rachel that that would be the best option.

They went through their coffees shortly and it the visit went well as soon as Rachel learned to keep her mouth shut about the attack and the trial. They were leaving when Kurt's phone vibrated. He looked down to check it, expecting a text from Mercedes as they had been talking for the past hour via text.

You have one week faggot.

Attached was a picture of the four of them at the Lima Bean. They were standing up, the picture had to have been taken just moments before and was taken from inside the shop. Kurt looked around hurriedly. He didn't see anyone who could be the person who sent the text because he didn't know who it was.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" It was Rachel. He looked at her and then looked at Blaine. He handed Blaine the phone without saying a word to Rachel.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Finn was asking questions now. He looked over Blaine's shoulder and read the text. He looked at Kurt, not with sincerity or sympathy, but with anger. "Dude, why didn't you tell us about this?"

"What do you mean, Finn? Why didn't I tell you that I'm getting threatening texts from an unknown person? This is only the second one, and I didn't want to worry you about one meaningless text message," Kurt said, a single tear fell from his eyes.

"Wait, this-this is from inside the person who took this could still be here," Finn realized then, slow as usual. He was looking around frantically.

"Forget it, Finn, we have no idea of knowing who it could be," Kurt spat, "Let's just go. I don't want to be here anymore." They left The Lima Bean in a hurry. Rachel and Finn said their goodbyes to Kurt and Blaine and they departed in their separate vehicles. "How can this happen? Isn't there anything we can do?"

"Can't you put a block on the number? They can do that, right?" Blaine asked, he reached over with his good hand and set it on Kurt's knee. "It's okay, Kurt. No one is going to hurt you."

"They already have," Kurt replied, "by hurting you." Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand in his own, he kissed it before setting it down and turning on the stereo, one of Kurt's many CDs started playing Chip On My Shoulder from Legally Blonde; The Musical. They drove listening to the song without speaking.

There's a chip on my shoulder

And it's big as a boulder.

With the chance I've been given

I'm gonna be driven as hell.

This was a chance for Kurt and Blaine to make a difference, they could help people who identified as gay and were victims of abuse or attacks everywhere. This anonymous texter wasn't going to get Kurt down. Instead, he gave Kurt the chip he needed to fight harder to help fight with Blaine and to help other people everywhere. It would take more than threats and violence to change how Kurt felt about Blaine and how Blaine felt about Kurt, because what they had wasn't wrong at all. They loved each other and there was nothing anyone could do to make it otherwise.

This chip on my shoulder

Makes me smarter and bolder

No more whining or blaming

I am reclaiming my pride.

Kurt wasn't going to let these texts get him down. In fact, the bully who was sending these had better watch out, before Kurt Hummel gave him a piece of his mind.