Josh didn't let go of Kurt's hand until they reached the car. It was a dark green pick-up. Normally, Kurt would think the car was hideous. But somehow, Josh made it work. He got into the passanger's seat and Josh sat in the driver's seat. "Where to?" "Westport Ln. Do you know where that is?" "Yep." It was silent for about two minutes. Josh spoke suddenly. "If you don't mind me asking, do you know who did it?" Kurt swallowed hard. "No." Josh saw right through him. "You're lying." Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't. "I'm planning on majoring in psychology in college. I study a lot." Kurt bit his lower lip. "It was my school's football team." Josh gripped the stearing wheel harder. "Keeping it a secret won't help anything. Regardless of whether or not you report them, they'll continue to hurt you." he said, taking on an authoritive tone. "Reporting it will force them to stop." Kurt turned towards Josh. "Are you kidding? The school won't do anything about it. I'm just 'the gay kid,' no one really cares." Kurt immediately brought his hand to his mouth, shocked that he had revealed such personal information to a stranger. Josh suddenly pulled over in an empty parking lot. "I care." Josh whispered, pressing his lips against Kurt's. At first Kurt was startled. But then he relaxed into the kiss, feeling Josh's warm tongue in his mouth. He felt his pants tighten and he pulled away. "I- I'm sorry I-" Josh stammered. "Don't be." Kurt murmurred. "I better get home before my dad thinks I got attacked again." Josh chuckled. "Yeah." Neither of the boys stopped smiling the rest of the way home.

Kurt's father's car wasn't in the driveway. When Kurt opened the door, he saw a note on the front table. Kurt- I need to clear my head. I'll be home later tonight. -Dad. Kurt sighed and went downstairs to his bedroom. He turned on his laptop and logged onto his MySpace page. There were dozens of messages from friends asking how he was. He didn't feel like replying to any of them. Next, he checked his phone. There was one voicemail. He pressed the call voicemail button and began listening. "Hey fag. You tell anyone who did this and you die. Got it?" Beep. "Oh my God." Kurt said to himself. This was going to be a long week.