Hi ALL! So this is like super short, but the next chapter is the last one and I know exactly what I want to happen, so I want this little chunk separate from it so I am posting it! I hope you are all liking the story. I know people didn't love Kurt in the last chapter, but I got to say. I came out when I was 16 and I know that someone who was bullied so bad wouldn't just roll over. I got tortured like Kurt and it seriously hurt. Kurt snapped like I wish i could have. But happy ending pending ;) Love you all! The last chapter will end with reviewer specific shout-outs! I don't own Glee! **Which is a good thing, cause it would be mildly pornographic**

I was awoken the next morning at 6AM by Barbara blaring on my alarm clock. Grumbling, I smacked the alarm clock, knocking it against the wall. After a night of restless sleep, I was less than thrilled to be woken up so early on the weekend. The night had consisted of vivid dreams of Noah weeping as I cruelly attacked him as he sat on the porch with his painfully adorable puppy dog eyes. 'Damn it, why am I such a bitch.'

Rising out of bed I went to the bathroom and showered, ignoring the grotesqueness of only showing once the previous day. Not even bothering with my morning facial mask I dressed simplistically in a plain pair of jeans and a white long necked t-shirt with the sleeves pulled up below my elbows. I dragged myself upstairs where dad was reclining in the living room watching Deadliest Catch on the TIVO. Shocked at seeing me neglecting what I had always deemed as 'necessary beauty rest,' dad humpfed at my presence.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I am going to go see Noah." I muttered abysmally.

"You sure that is a good idea?" Dad muttered sincerely. I could tell by his face that he was abrasive about how we ended things last night. I mumbled nothing in particular back at him. "Kurt... are you okay?"

"Yes dad, I am fine..."

"Why are you going to see Noah for? You gonna make things right?" I could see the implication in his eyes, shrugging it off, I gave him the short answer.

"Yes, I was a bitch last night."

"Kurt, I never said that, I just don't like to think that you would hurt that dude like that. I mean, I get it, he is a jackass, and he owes me a few hundred bucks for redoing the roof, but still. You are better than that."

I nodded unconsciously as dad spoke. Looking down, unable to look him in the eyes, I decided that it was time to open up to him, really open up to him. "Dad, sometimes I just want to hurt them. The bullies. The guys that call and call me a fag. I sit there everyday and think, 'hey I am a better person than them,' but sometimes, sometimes I just wanna snap, hurt them like they hurt me. Show them that I can be tough, I can be the one that causes them some grief. Noah was always the worst. He bullied me so much, there are things he did that I could never even get the nerve to tell you," At this I looked into dads eyes, seeing them widen in anger, "It's not a big deal. But fuck. Why can't I hurt them! Make them suffer! At a certain point you just have to stop rolling over. Why do the gays always have to be victimized? Can't we just get even?" I didn't expect to get so angry over the course of my spiel. Looking down I tried to catch my breath.

"The thing is Kurt, I don't think that Noah guy is trying to victimize you or whatever. I saw that kids face last night and he was hurt. He was hurt Kurt, I only saw that look a few times, and it looked like you just told him he was going to lose his prized Mustang." I laughed at dad's analogy.

"So what should I do?" I knew it was a stupid and desperate idea to ask my dad for boy advice, but when push came to shove there was no one I had more faith in.

Swallowing nervously dad spoke very roughly, "I think you should stand up for yourself Kurt. Show the bullies that you aren't a pushover. One thing a Hummel definitely has is balls," At this dad pounded his chest, "But do it with class. Thats what your always saying right? You have class?" Dad looked for affirmation at that.

"Yes dad, always have class, no matter what you are doing."

"Yes class, but about the Noah thing... I think... ummm... I think you should... call Mercedes... yeah call Mercedes... she would know what to do." I broke into a fit of giggles at that. I loved my dad, but the idea of getting boy advice from him, that was momentary insanity on my part.

"Yeah dad, I will do that." Hopping up I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and sauntered out the door. "I will be back later." Sprinting out the door, I knew that I wasn't going to call Mercedes. I needed to see Noah. I was going to make whatever this is right.