"You want to explain to me how we just got out of there with our lives?" Sam asked as he and Kurt left for school.

Burt Hummel had stared at Kurt, but he hadn't answered him for quite a few tense minutes. Kurt had glared back at him after making the declaration that Sam was sleeping in his room tonight, and his boyfriend was not backing down from it. Sam had felt like escaping the room, but when he made an effort to leave, the look Kurt had shot him had him sitting right back down.

So much for escaping. He'd had two options. Stay in the kitchen and suffer the wrath of Burt Hummel or leave the kitchen and suffer the wrath of the younger Hummel. The one he loved who could deny him sex for the remainder of his life.

Yeah, that had been a no-brainer. So he sat back down and waited for the Hummel men's powers of mind control to cancel each other out.

Sam had let out a breath of relief when Burt looked at Kurt, nodded, and said "Okay, you do have a point about Rachel and Finn. But I don't have to like it. I'll see how Carole feels about it and we'll talk again tonight."

Kurt had nodded an acknowledgement but he said nothing while Mr. Hummel had left the room. He'd turned and grinned at Sam before grabbing his jacket and leading them out the front door.

Sam was following, and he was brought up short when Kurt stopped in the driveway, scanning his cell phone and punching buttons furiously. He'd missed Sam's question about getting out alive apparently.

"What is it?"

"Santana." Kurt smiled and looked up at him. "Got him."

At Sam's questioning glance, Kurt said "I'll tell you later. Let's go."

They got into the Navigator and Kurt pulled out of the driveway.

"So, really? You made me sit there while your father burned holes into my skull with his evil eyes? Couldn't have some pity?"

"Burning holes in your skull with his evil eyes? You've been reading too many comics." Kurt laughed at him.

"Maybe so. But I'm the one he wants to kill. When did he go from protecting my virtue to slaughtering me with his death glare?"

"Well, it was your idea to point out that something went down in the tent. So you kind of brought that on yourself. And since you brought it up and pointed out that I hadn't taken advantage of you, I'm guessing he assumed that you meant that you had taken advantage of me instead." Kurt smirked.

"Shit, I didn't think he'd take it that way."

"And I'm so not telling him. He'll keep you on your toes."

"That's cruel."

"Your point?"

"You're putting my life in danger, don't you realize that?" Sam grinned.

"And you are way too dramatic."

"I'm dramatic?" Sam replied incredulously. "Since when am I more dramatic than you?"

"Since you started fearing the wrath of my father's death glare," he mocked.

"Yours is worse." Sam muttered under his breath.

"My what is worse?" Kurt asked.

"Your death glare. Cause you eye-fuck me with it, and I'm helpless against it."

"Oh, really?" Kurt sounded way too interested in this information he probably shouldn't have let slip. If he knew he had such power, he'd used it for evil against Sam.

"Yes, it's very powerful. I try to use the powers of my Trouty Pout against it, but sometimes you still win. And I don't mind letting you win, because that eye-fucking is amazing. I just wish you'd use it for good and not evil."

"Did we wake up in a world full of comic book references this morning?" Kurt smiled.

"Possibly. That would be cool, and it is my birthday. We should make obscure comic book and superhero movie references all day. Maybe we could throw Avatar and Star Wars into it."

"Like, so you want to play with my light saber tonight?" Kurt licked his lips and grinned at Sam.

"I thought you said you'd never talk dirty to me using Star Wars references?" Sam snorted.

"And you mind?"

"Um. No. And I'd very much like to play with your light saber." Sam leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek.

"Good. Cause I have plans for you, Evans."

"God, I love it when you call me that. So fucking sexy." Sam leaned up against the seat and sighed. "So what did Santana do or say? And who's the him that you've got?"

"You'll see. I have to see for myself first." Kurt pulled into the McKinley parking lot and parked the Navigator. "We have to find Jacob Ben Israel."

"Um. Why? We don't like him."

"We may not like him, but he's very useful."

Sam just followed along with Kurt. Obviously Kurt had something going on today that Sam wasn't in the loop on, and that was fine. As long as he got alone time with Kurt tonight, Kurt could have all day to be elusive and scary. As long as the scary wasn't turned against Sam, then all was well.

Kurt stalked over to Ben Israel as soon as he entered the building. Sam followed, assuming that eventually Kurt would tell him what was going on.

"Jacob!" Kurt shouted. "Sam, could you assist me with detaining him?"

Sam's eyebrow rose, and he took Jacob by the elbow and steered him into an empty room. "Am I the muscle today? I'm still recovering, you know." Sam smirked at him.

"Yes, you're the muscle. He isn't as scared of me, are you, Jacob?"

"Um. No," Jacob answered Kurt but looked at Sam nervously.

"Do you have it?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, but what's in this for me?"

"Blogging rights, of course. Of this," Kurt took out a flash drive and handed it over. "If things don't go my way today. This has a short video on it, but it's edited with blurred out faces. If this doesn't go my way, today, you get the original."

"Who's on it?"

"A certain student entering and leaving a certain teacher's home on multiple occasions. Either in late evening or early morning."

"What?" Jacob looked like he was salivating.

"I don't know what's going on. It could be totally innocent. But you don't actually care if it's innocent or not, do you?" Kurt smirked at him.

"N-no." Jacob answered.

"That's what I thought. And right now. Neither do I. But I'm going to find out, and if I don't get answers today, you get the original and you can create a scandal to your heart's content. Deal?"

"Deal," Jacob nodded.

"Hand it over."

Jacob handed Kurt a manila folder, and Kurt opened it slowly. He flipped through the contents, and he smiled. "Thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Can I go now?"

"Yes."

Sam turned to Kurt after Jacob left the room. "What's going on?"

"I have video of Finn going in and out of Schue's house over the past few weeks. At crazy hours of the night. Did you know how resourceful Santana is?"

"Yes. She's almost as scary as you."

"When I told her my theory about Schue being behind the complaints, she was all over it. I hardly had to do anything." Kurt smiled.

"So what are you doing?"

"Just old-fashioned blackmail. I don't know if I'm any good at it, since I've only ever blackmailed Finn over his browser history."

Sam grinned at him. "I love you and your devious ways."

"I know. Let's go."

"Who are we hunting down?"

"Finn. I'm not sure if I can get away with blackmailing a teacher. Finn I can handle. And he'll go running right back to Schue. Which means Schue will come to me."

"Excellent."

They found Finn in the weight room, where Kurt said he was sure he'd be. He often came to school early to work out.

"Finn," Kurt nodded at his stepbrother, who glared back without responding.

"We have some questions for you," Sam sat down on the bench next to him.

"What?" Finn asked.

"How long have you been secretly visiting Mr. Schuester. And what for?" Kurt asked quietly.

Finn's face paled and he shot up off the bench. "What are you talking about?"

"We have it on video. You coming out of Mr. Schue's house at all hours of the night. Don't you think that's a little suspicious?"

"I've just been going there because you make it so uncomfortable to be home!"

"It's your problem that you can't deal with me being there. It's my house too." Kurt replied. "I'm not the one with obsessive feelings I can't deal with. I'm not the one who can't decide if he wants to be homophobic or not."

"Shut up, Kurt." Finn replied angrily and Sam got up to stand between them.

Injured ribs or not, he was not letting Finn lay a hand on Kurt. He'd put Kurt through too much already.

"Finn, here's the deal. Get your man-crush to lay off the complaints against the gay and lesbian students or the video goes public. Right now, Ben Israel already has a teaser video that shows blurred out faces on it. If you don't get Schue to back off, the original goes live on his blog later today."

"You can't do that!" Finn shouted.

"Oh yes. Yes I can. I'm done with you trying to ruin my life. I'm done with you using your insecurities to harass other people. You and Schue have an unhealthy relationship as it is. Something is going on and you need to deal with it. Why would you run to him? You aren't stable enough to handle shit like this Finn. You're going to lose Rachel permanently if you don't fix this."

"It's none of your fucking business!" Finn pushed forward to get through Sam, but Sam stepped to the side and pulled Kurt with him.

He couldn't fight Finn right now, but he'd be damned if Finn was going to hurt his boyfriend.

"It became our business when Mr. Schue complained about the gay and lesbian students kissing in the halls." Sam added.

"It wasn't him!" Finn shouted.

"Then who did he get to complain about it? He was involved somehow. I know he was."

"One of the students complained!" Finn responded.

"Who?"

"None of your business!"

"It became my business when the homosexual students became targets for discrimination by teachers. Dealing with students is one thing. We can handle that. We do not have to handle it from teachers. You better get him to back off. And you'd better have good news for me before three today. Or Ben Israel gets the video."

"You are so fucked up. How could you do this to me?" Finn asked quietly.

"I could ask you the same thing concerning every time you verbally harassed me. Or every time you accused me of sexually harassing you or Sam or Puck. Or every time you called me a stalker. Or every time you used how I felt about Sam as a means to control me and make me stay away from him. Or every time you lied to my father about my behavior so that he'd side with you. Do you have an answer for me about those things?"

"No," Finn replied quietly.

"Then don't you dare ask me that again. Anything I could do at this moment pales in comparison to what you did to me. You got yourself into this situation. I did nothing to you. Other than mistakenly put my faith in you. I cared about you, Finn. Sophomore year, all I wanted was to love you. Then when we became brothers, that meant more to me than you'll ever know. And you used that. You used all of it against me to get back a feeling you couldn't find with Rachel or Quinn. So which one of us is the one who's fucked up, Finn?"

"Me." Finn answered, but he didn't look at Kurt.

"You aren't going to find that feeling with Mr. Schuester either. And I know that's what you're searching for. You want someone to accept you as you are. But we can't do that because you can't be that way. You can't get away with using people like that. It's not healthy. I don't know what's going on between you and Mr. Schue, but unfortunately for me, I do care. Because if you are doing something stupid, this will affect your mother. And I love her. I don't want you hurting her."

"You'll hurt her if you do this!" Finn shouted.

"Perhaps. And maybe when she sees what you've been doing, she'll forgive me. But she'll see the truth. And maybe you'll get help you actually need. Because that therapist you're seeing doesn't seem to be helping you. You're self-destructing. And you will not take anybody else down with you. I won't allow it."

Sam watched as Finn struggled with his anger. And then, almost defeatedly, Finn dropped back down on to the bench.

"I'll talk to him about it. I'll do what I can." Finn said quietly.

"Good. I need to know by 2:45 pm though."

Sam followed Kurt out the door back into the hallway. "Shit. What's going on between those two?"

"I don't know. But it's not good. Whatever it is. Come with me," Kurt smiled and took Sam's hand.

They found an empty classroom and Kurt gestured for Sam to sit. He dropped the manila folder in front of him.

"I wanted you to see this first. Before Jacob takes post it today with the information I got."

Sam opened the folder and found a folded up newspaper.

"It's from yesterday. I didn't want you to see it until today. Until I could confirm more."

Sam read the headline aloud. "Local Football Star Charged in Attack on Student. Girlfriend Questioned."

"They got him, Sam. Shane's being charged for it. Right alongside the others. They questioned Mercedes about her knowing about it afterwards and not reporting. And what's even better is that Mercedes's club was disbanded. Figgins called her out yesterday. Of course, he only did it because Coach made him. But he did it. And Mercedes is suspended too. Her family is furious as hell at her for not doing anything about it. The rest of the boys, Shane included, have been expelled."

Sam looked up at Kurt. "You're amazing."

"Nope. Just determined. They can't use the audiotape I made as evidence, but they were able to get a confession out of him. It's a long shot, but they're going to do what they can to prosecute fully."

Sam stood and kissed Kurt softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now look at the other papers. This is the best part. This is what our two favorite coaches have been working on for the past few weeks."

Sam flipped through a stack of printed out emails. "What are these?"

"Confirmation emails from the colleges that were either planning to offer Shane full scholarships or had already started the process. All five schools have withdrawn their offers. They've chosen to disassociate with an incoming freshman with a history of bullying people for their sexuality."

"What?"

"Bieste and Sylvester teamed up. Bieste knew the recruiters from all five schools, and Sue did her work. She isn't afraid of anybody. The recruiters were informed about the accusations, the extent of your injuries. Everything. Two of the recruiters backed off Shane immediately. The other three had to be encouraged by Sue. Bieste put in a word or two, from what Coach told me. The schools even considering partial scholarships have been contacted too. Coach is still working on those. When she's done with him, he'll be lucky to get enough financial aid to attend Lima Community College."

"All this, for me?"

"For us. For everybody here at this school who thinks they can get away with this shit. But yes, especially for you. Nobody hurts my Sam."

Sam liked the sound of that.

"I guess that makes you my superhero today," he whispered and kissed Kurt again.