Burt was shocked when Finn and Kurt arrived home at the same time, he is sad to admit it but he did think that Kurt would leave early, because of bullying or something, and Finn would have the best night of his life so far, but they arrived home, together, so he was happy, that it appered that both of them, had a great time, what threw Burt off was Kurt's septar.

"Hello boys, how was your night?"

"It was amazing," Kurt said.

"Real magical," Finn commented.

"Kurt, what do you have there?"

"Oh, this is my septar, I got voted prom queen," Kurt said, proudly.

"WHAT," Burt said enraged, "Why didn't you come home early, or why aren't you upset? The fact that they thought to do that, and the fact that the Principal even anounced it, I will be at that school first thing, Monday morning!"

"Dad, calm down. It is okay, I had an amazing night. I danced, and got crowned queen, and owned the prom," He said.

Burt asked, "Who got voted King? It better not have been Blaine or a girl," okay, he well kinda growled that.

"Karofsky," Kurt whispered.

"Kurt, I didn't catch that," Burt said.

"I didn't exactly throw it, " he whispered before repeating, "Karofsky," in a louder voice.

"What happened during the dance?"

"He ran out, and Blaine took over, then halfway through I got Glee to come dance with us."

Burt and Kurt fought about it, Burt wanted to go to the school to give them a piece of his mind, and Kurt just wanted him to be quiet.

By the time Monday came around, Kurt had gotten his dad to say that he won't go to the school, so all was fine, Kurt believed him, as he should've.

"Okay guys, this is the last week of school, and our final lesson is," Mr. Shue said, writting on the board, "Tomorrow." He looks around at the confused students.

"What, Mr. Shue, how could we do a lesson on tomorrow when we haven't lived it?" Rachel askes.

"Did my time machine work," asked Brittany.

Mr. Shue explaines, "Tomorrow, will be Tuesday, and one day closer to the rest of your lives, tomorrow, tomorrow's tomorrow, tomorrow's tomorrow tomorrow," he takes a breath, "Even when we are gone, there will be tomorrows until the end of time, so what do you want to do tomorrow, what do you want to do with it, what does tomorrow mean to you? I want a mash-up from each of you, telling me what it means to you and how you will use it, to better your future! Tomorrow is only one day out of plenty of tomorrows, or so we think, time could end for any of us, so what is tomorrow?"

"So you want us to tell you about tomorrow, when you have said it so many times, it doesn't feel like a real word, and we have to google its definition," Santana said, and Mr. Shue only smiles, before the bell rings.

Rachel's POV

When I was leaving the classroom, the trophie case caught my attention, we have a first place, Sectionals, Regionals, and Nationals trophie, and the thing is, our set list was taken and we went out with nothing, but still won, for sectionals, and we did so much this year.
We became champions, gained some respect, we survived bullies, but look at Kurt, he started death in the face, and somehow scoffed, he went blind, and suffered the worst of the bullying, and being listed that doesn't seem like much, but think about it. I was to do something that I have never done before. I want to dedicate this to Kurt, my tomorrow song. Tomorrow means something diffferent to each of us, and to me, tomorrow means, being here and being a start, shining a little bit brighter than the rest. There was so much that we have been through, and tomorrow I want to be with my friends.

Kurt's POV
The pain from being Prom Queen is still here, I prentend to be okay, and only think positive about it so that I don't burst into tears, but it hurts. My dad was right, how could they be so hateful, hateful enough to do that? I didn't sick him on the school, because it would have made things worse, an assembly would have been called, and they would have been talked about bullying, and how they can't do stuff like that, and Glee would sing, and everybody would know that I was the reason. I take into account everything, the blindness, the prom, the fire, the bullying, and the fact that I am the worlds best actor, because nobody even knows.

Stop it Kurt, don't fall back into that dark place.

I can't help it. It is around midnight, I have school tomorrow, I stand up quietly, as not to make the bed creak, and tip toe, into the bathroom, I remember the night, that I tried to kill myself, how everything ended, and nobody treated me like a person, I finally knew what Artie meant, when he said that Tina was the only person to treat him like a preson, because Mercedes was that to me. My friends and familty thought that I could crack at any moment, I was a porciln doll to them, frigile, something that they had to baby, and the others bullyed me worse, as if to make me finish the job, then others, just ingnored me, or treated me an illness, a contagious one.

I don't want to feel like that again. I drag something across my flesh, I have no idea what it was, I was to busy thinking about my pain, and how it felt, how everybody was mean to me, I look down, and notice that it was a razor, I bright red cut lay on my sick, blood uzes down my arm.

I gasp, what have I done? On my arm? How could I be so stupid? It is almost summer! There is no way that I could get away with this, if I hide it with sleeves then people will know that something is up, but I have to hide it somehow.
What will I do? I felt a bit better, some tension was released, but stress was now higher than ever.

I look around franticly in the drawers, quietly, as not to awake anybody, I find some stuff, I clean it, and bandige it, I will deal with the rest of it tomorrow.

TOMORROW
I start by, clearing off the gaws, then I clean it again, then put makeup on it, then a bracelet, that is a bit wide, as to hide it, the makeup will hide it, then the bracelet will cover it up, and since I wear wacky stuff all the time, this won't be a big deal... I hope.

GLEE

During class, Rachel is of course ready, and presents her song, to my surprise she dedicated it to me, I noticed as more people preform, more and more people dedicate it to me, I just end up singing tomorrow From Annie, forgetting about the mash up part, but nobody seems to care, but when Blaine goes on, and Sings, Blackbird and Teenage dream a bit mixed up, only I seem to understand the message, that tomorrow, he wants our love.

And I guess I do to.

NEXT CHAPTER: SUMMER VACATION