Author's Note: Wow, I couldn't remember if I gave Walt a last name *facepalm* So, if I did, please tell me and I'll change it to that when I use his last name. I hope you guys like the chapter. It's kind of sad though. : (

September Junior Year.

To: David Karofsky, Kurt Hummel-Anderson, Blaine Hummel-Anderson, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Lauren Zizes, Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez, Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike Chang, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, Dad, Mom, Mrs. Lilac Brown, Mr. George Brown, Emma Pillsbury, Sue Sylvester, Shannon Beiste.

From: William Shuester

Subject: Molly's arrival!

For those of you who don't know, Layla and I have been going through the long process of adoption, and as of yesterday, we officially have a new member to our family. Our daughter, Molly, is from Russia, and is a happy, healthy little girl. She's only about 3 months old, but we're already starting to get use to her and can't believe we have a child together. :D Even today, Layla was showing one of her friend pictures and she thought that we'd somehow managed to have a child. She looks a lot like Layla. Pictures will be on Facebook soon!

-Will.

To: Mr. Shue

From: Kurt Hummel-Anderson

Subject: Re: Molly's arrival!

Congratulations! You guys will make awesome parents! She'd better join glee club when she grows up!

To: Kurt Hummel-Anderson

From: William Shuester

Subject: Re: Re: Molly's arrival

Thanks Kurt! Her joining glee club might be a possibility, since we're reinstated glee club this year! I hope your school year goes well, and same towards Blaine. Tell him I said hi.

-Mr. Shue.

Kurt clicked out of his mail with a sigh. He was happy for Mr. Shue and Miss. Brown (even though now she'd be Mrs. Shue, she'd always be Miss. Brown), but he'd been hoping to get an email from Carole. Kurt and Blaine had spent their last weeks of summer in the hospital with Burt, until the day before school came, and then they had to leave. Carole said she'd email him if there were any updates, so it should be reassuring that there wasn't anything new and that his dad was stable. At least, that's what Kurt kept telling himself.

Blaine was in the bedroom, playing his trombone, which made Wallace bark, and made Kurt unable to concentrate on his script for the show he received a part for (as if the noise in his mind wasn't causing enough trouble). Kurt tossed his script on the desk, knowing he wasn't going to get any memorization done tonight. His dad was going into surgery this weekend. Maybe Kurt wouldn't be as scared if his dad hadn't acted like it was the last time he was going to see him.

All Kurt knew was that he needed a distraction, so he turned to what many young people turn to in order to be distracted. Facebook. He could facebook stalk his friends instead of worry about his dad. He opened up their internet program and typed in facebook, looking forward to seeing what everyone was up to.

Mercedes Jones: Let's hear it for Junior year! Half way there!

Santana Lopez: I hear ya. I'm ready to get out of school.

William Shuester: Pictures of Molly are up!

Kurt spent the next ten minutes looking at pictures of the cute little girl that the Shuesters adopted. She had brown hair and green eyes, and looked a lot like Miss. Brown. Kurt could see how she could look like she was blood related.

Walt Parker is engaged to David Karofsky.

Brittany S. Pierce: Yay, dolphin love!

Kurt stared at that and felt a grin fill his face. Well, it looks like one of them grew a pair and went for it. It was probably Walt. Yea, definitely Walt.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: Congrats guys! When's the wedding.

Walt Parker: Not for a looooooonnnnnnngggggggg timmmmee. David wants to wait until we graduate, and since he changed majors, it'll take even longer for him -_- I swear I'm going to lose it.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: Why?

Kurt heard his computer beep from getting a private message from Walt. Kurt clicked it open.

Walt Parker: This sounds absolutely terrible, but if I don't get laid soon, I'm going to die.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: WHAT?

Walt Parker: David can be such a prude. We almost did, but then his mom walked in on us and damn near hyperventilated in the hallway. That's made him even more prudish! He won't even let me push our beds together in our dorm.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: Just hang in there.

Walt Parker: Oh, sorry this is random, but I heard about your dad, how is he?

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: He's stable for now, but he's getting surgery this weekend. We're all pretty nervous.

Walt Parker: I bet. Just hang in there. David sends his best wishes too.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: Thanks. So, distract me. Did you ask him, or did he?

Walt Parker: I asked, kinda. It was the most unsuave moment of my life. Not all of us can be like Blaine ;) :P

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: lol! I know what you mean. I'm pretty surprised that Dave said yes.

Walt Parker: I was too... That's partly why I don't want to wait so long. I'm afraid he's going to back out.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: Whatever happens, happens. Just make the best of it.

The phone started ringing, making Kurt's heart jump into his throat. He grabbed the closet phone and answered it right away.

"Hello?" he said hurriedly, like if he said it faster, he'd get an answer faster.

"Hi, Kurt? This is Dan, your director," the man on the other line said. Kurt sighed in relief.

"Hi Dan. What's up?" Kurt asked, pacing a bit and hoping that this call wouldn't last too long because he wanted the phone to be free in case Carole called.

"I'm just calling to confirm that you'll be at rehearsals starting next week," Dan said, no nonsense. Kurt nodded, and then remembered that Dan couldn't see him.

"Yea, I'll be there," Kurt said. They said their goodbyes and Kurt hung up the cordless phone, putting it next to him at the computer.

Walt Parker: Do you think David would do that though?

Walt Parker: Hello?

Walt Parker: Kuuuurrrrrtttt.

Walt Parker: I g2g. ttyl. I hope your dad feels better!

Walt Parker has logged off.

Kurt logged off Facebook and checked his mail again, hoping for anything. His heart jumped when he heard "1 new message", but then instantly fell when he saw it was just a stupid Border's Books coupon. Suddenly, the trombone playing stopped and Blaine emerged from their bedroom, still carrying the giant brass instrument.

"Was that Carole?" Blaine asked, putting his trombone on the couch.

"No, that was my director. Don't worry," Kurt said, picking up his script and trying again. Blaine leaned against the wall near Kurt, watching him.

"It's all going to be fine. You know that, right?" Blaine said, watching Kurt. Kurt just nodded and waved him off like he didn't want to talk about it. He loved Blaine to pieces but any time he tried to tell him how afraid he was, Blaine just told him that it'd all be ok. That was comforting at first, but now all Kurt wanted was some insight to what Blaine thought about this.

"What do you actually think?" Kurt asked Blaine, staring him straight in the eyes so he wouldn't lie. Blaine sighed, crossing his arms.

"I think that everything will happen the way it's supposed to happen, and that we can't worry about it because worrying never solves anything," Blaine said truthfully. "I think that no matter what happens with your dad, we'll make it through it, because life goes on."

"You think he's going to die, don't you?" Kurt asked. Blaine didn't answer. He just picked up his trombone and went back into their room. To Kurt, that was all the answer he needed.

Walt closed his laptop once he had logged off facebook. The dorm room he shared with Dave was eerily quiet, since Dave was off doing some thing with the Christian Fellowship on campus and most people were out and about. Walt felt like a square to say the least. He use to love partying and hanging out with people. He still has tons of friends in the theater department, he wasn't one of those people who ditched their friends once they started dating or anything, but he tried to avoid going to their parties. In high school, people drank, people smoked weed, and Walt would be lying if he said he hadn't tried either of them, but it was different in high school. They were getting into the harder stuff, and Walt wasn't going to risk it, making him a square.

He flopped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to think. Kurt didn't think Dave would say yes either. Both of them knew Dave definitely had commitment issues. It seemed like when he did commit to something, it'd bite him in the ass and he'd regret it later. But, then again, why did Walt care about them getting married? It wasn't just because he wanted to get laid. That was just a good excuse to give people. He didn't have any religious reasoning really.

He groaned in frustration, sitting back up and putting on his high tops. Quickly, he left the dorm room and walked to the rec center to shoot some hoops and get out some of his anger over being confused. He was smart. He wasn't supposed to get confused… Or at least he wasn't really use to it.

Relief spread over him when he saw the normally packed rec center was almost completely empty. No one was on the basketball court at all. He grabbed the closest basketball and started dribbling it around, shooting a hoop every so often. Basketball was the only sport his parents would let him play. In high school, he wanted to join football, but his mom had a cow and said it was barbaric and that he'd get hurt (probably the first time in Walt's life that his parents weren't ok with him doing something he wanted to do), so he never learned it. At Dave's house on the fourth of July, every male in Dave's family was out playing football together. Walt just watched from the porch with the girls while they gossiped and stuff. When most of them went to the kitchen, Mrs. Karofsky asked Walt, "So, are you, like, the girl in the relationship?"

She didn't mean to offend Walt. He could tell that by the tone of her voice. She sounded more curious, like she was trying to be supportive and not offensive, so Walt chuckled and shook his head, trying to explain how there wasn't really a boy and a girl in the relationship. They liked each other because they both were boys, so there wasn't a need for either of them to act like a girl. All this did was confuse her, so Walt told her just to not worry about it.

He felt a smile creep on his face while he remembered that, tossing another ball into the hoop. Mrs. Karofsky reminded Walt a lot of Dave, with her oblivious tendencies and desire to avoid conflict. Speak of the devil.

"Hey, there you are," Dave said, he shoes squeaking on the wooden floors.

"Here I am," Walt said back, tossing another ball into a hoop. Dave walked over to him.

"Mind if I play?" Dave asked.

"I was actually planning on leaving," Walt lied, handing Dave the basketball. Dave paused, staring at Walt as he walked away, then at the basketball, then back at Walt.

"Did I do something wrong?" Dave asked, putting the ball back on the rack as he followed Walt out of the rec center.

"Do you think you did something wrong?" Walt asked, still not looking back at Dave.

"I don't know. You're acting bitchy though, so I must've done something," Dave said, sounding like Finn for a second.

"Actually, I am acting very very bitchy with no viable cause in the slightest," Walt said sarcastically as he opened the door to their dorm building and started climbing up the stairs. Dave narrowly avoided getting smacked in the face with a door and followed Walt.

"Ok, whatever I did to make you upset, I'm sorry," Dave said, following Walt back to their room and closing the door behind him so they wouldn't get a noise complaint like they did last time they fought, which had been last year.

"You don't even know what you did," Walt said, his arms crossed. Dave bit his lip, trying to think of what he might've done. Walt sighed. "We were at your house for weeks after I proposed to you and you still didn't tell your parents. You haven't told anyone. And every time I tell someone, you freak out, like it's a big secret or something. Can you just tell me what is up?"

"Yea," Dave said, staring at the floor, nodding. "I guess I should." Walt looked at him, now more confused than ever. He'd expected Dave to tell him that nothing was up and that he was just old fashion. "So, that day, when we decided to, you know, get married or whatever, it was early in the morning, and I was kind of acting on impulse."

Walt stared at Dave from where he was leaning against the wall, sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor. He wasn't really doing this was he?

"And, I don't mean to say this to hurt your feelings or anything, but I regret saying that," Dave admitted. "I've only two people in my entire life: you and Santana. I only dated Santana to try and cover up my sexuality, so that barely counts. What I'm trying to say," Dave said, rubbing his neck and looking for the best words. "I guess what I'm saying is that I think it'd be best if we saw other people for a while, just so we know we aren't making a mistake."

"You're breaking up with me?" Walt asked from his seat on the floor. "But I thought…"

"Walt, listen, it isn't that I don't like you. I love you. I just… I think it's fool hearted to think that you have a soul mate out there and that you're going to spend the rest of your life with the first person you actually date. I just don't-"

"Want to make a mistake," Walt answered, nodding to try and hide the hurt. He'd dated other guys. He didn't need a "break" to "avoid mistakes". "David, listen, I'm only going to say this once," he started, standing to his feet and looking Dave straight in the eye. "If this is what you want to do, I'm not guaranteeing that I'll be around once you're done with your 'break'."

"I guess I'll just have to risk it," Dave said. "I'm really sorry." Walt shook his head, grabbing his overnight bag off the floor and throwing his books and some clothes in it. "Wait, where are you going?"

Walt didn't answer. He just grabbed his toothbrush and anything else he'd need for tomorrow and left. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across. Not to Dave's face at least.

Walt Parker is single.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: What happened?

Jessica Jefferson: That dick! Need a place to stay? My room is always open.

Walt Parker: I'm staying with Alice actually. Thanks. Dave broke up with me Kurt.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson: WHAT?

Walt Parker: Yea… Actually Kurt, I'm thinking about transferring up to New York next semester. If I do, can I stay with you guys for a while? They won't have a dorm room ready for me.

Blaine Hummel-Anderson: Of course you can man. Just don't make any rash decisions. I'm really sorry about what happened.

Walt Parker: Me too.