Authors note: Thanks again to all of you who are reading this. Enjoy!

'So,' James began, 'William tells me you're a hockey player?'

'Yeah.'

'You also play football?'

'Right.' Dave answered.

'We'll have to come and see you play sometime.' James smiled. 'Do you play football Kurt?'

Kurt was a little surprised to hear his name as he shook his head. 'Not anymore.'

'Oh?' James asked, happy to have an answer made up more than one word.

'I was last year for a while but then I had to choose between that and Glee Club, and well,' Kurt chuckled, 'Glee would win every time.'

'So you're a singer eh?' James asked with interest. 'What sort of music do you like?'

'Oh a mix of stuff really. Lady Gaga, Madonna, Judy Garland-'

A scoff interrupted his response. James and Kurt looked at Dave who had his arms folded and a bored look on his face. He couldn't stop his cheeks going a little red when he realised they were both staring.

'Something wrong?' Kurt asked, leaning throw the two front seats.

'No. Just clearing my throat.' Dave shrugged.

'I take it you don't like that sort of music then Dave?' James asked, trying to return the conversation back to his step son.

'No.' Dave said quickly, his eyebrows furrowed. 'Of course I don't.'

'Well then,' James said calmly, 'what do you like?'

'I dunno… whatever, rap and rock I guess. None of that girlie stuff.'

Kurt flinched. He lent back into his seat and crossed his arms and legs, staring out of the window. Dave noticed his body language and realised he had offended him, but before he could say anything, James pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine. 'Here we are boys.'

'Where is he Hannah? I am not in the mood to have you mess me around.' Susanne snarled when her daughter peered over the door chain.

'Dad isn't here.' Hannah said, trying to stop her hands from shaking.

'Let me in!'

'I'm not going to let you in so just go away!' Hannah cried, her eyes squeezed shut.

'You know what,' Susanne said darkly, 'I cannot wait to get my hands on you.'

Hannah's eyes opened.

'I am going to ring your neck girl, and don't you doubt it. After all you've done.'

'What-'

'Hitting your brother and then encouraging David to become a faggot!'

'Shut up mum! Just shut up!' Hannah cried. 'I didn't encourage Dave to do anything! I just did what you should have done!'

Susanne went to speak but was interrupted.

'I listened to him! I supported him! I took him to safety! If you were any kid of a mother you would have done the same thing! But no,' Hannah yelled, 'you raised George a violent homophobe and let him do whatever he wants, say whatever he wants! No wonder Dave lashed out against others -you did a lousy job raising him-'

Hannah's near hysterical rant was interrupted by a loud beep. Susanne, who now looked like she was ready to kill, heard it too.

"Hi Hannah! Just letting you know we've arrived at the hospital and we're just waiting for the doctor now. We shouldn't be too long. Okay well, see you soon sweetheart!"

Before Hannah could remove the chain, Susanne was running to her car. Hannah chased after her, calling to her, but the older woman had already started the engine. With a squeal of wheels, Susanne pulled away from the house and raced down the road.

'What's eating you?' Dave asked after James had gone to the cafeteria.

Kurt, who was sitting two seats away from him with his leg crossed away from Dave, didn't reply.

'Hey? Hummel?'

'Leave me alone.' Kurt snapped, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes locked on the floor.

Dave bristled and hissed, 'what is your problem?'

No reply.

'Is this because of what I said in the car?' Dave finally twigged.

'Well done Miss Marple.' Kurt sneered.

Dave blinked at the strange comment but said, 'why are you being so pissy?'

Kurt sat up and span to face him at such a speed Dave couldn't help but lean away in defence. The smaller boy was frowning deeply at Dave who was trying to keep his face neutral.

'Do you realise how annoying it is to be called a girl?' Kurt asked, his fists clenched.

'Uh-'

'It sucks. It really, really sucks.'

'Well-'

'I get called "girlie" and "lady face" all the time.'

'I-'

'I'm not a girl, David.'

'I am aw-'

'I'm a boy. I may not be a jock or a macho man,' Kurt said in a mockingly deep voice, 'and sure I embrace my feminine side, but don't you ever forget that I am a boy, okay?'

Dave was practically leering at Kurt as he finished speaking. Kurt glanced at Dave and sighed, leaning back into his seat. The dumbfounded look on the jocks face was laughable and for whatever reason it calmed Kurt down.

With a second sigh, Kurt said 'maybe you should embrace both sides of yourself and that way, you wouldn't be so quick to mock those who have already.'

'Both sides of me?' Dave asked, a look of genuine confusion on his face.

Kurt couldn't stop his mouth stretching into a grin as he said, 'I have so much to teach you.'

A bottle of 7UP was pushed into his face, cutting of Dave's response. He peered up at the smiling James and then looked back at Kurt who was now smiling into his cup of hot chocolate.

'Doctor should be here soon.'

George had a smug smirk on his face as he stood with his arm around his step fathers shoulders. Adam and William were watching each other likes hawks, both wearing neutral expressions.

'So like I said before,' George said with an arrogant voice, 'maybe it's best you leave.'

'I am not here to cause trouble,' William said, never taking his eyes off Adam, 'I am only here to get David's things.'

Interest flashed across Adams face and he said, 'where is Dave?'

William opened his mouth to reply but George got there first.

'He's a fag Adam, can you believe it?'

Adam's eyes widened and he looked up at his step son in silence before turning back to look at William. Karofsky was still wearing that blank expression, his large body square and straight. Adam watched the larger man before saying 'George, maybe you should go inside.'

'What? Are you serious?' the young man asked, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

'Yeah. Just go inside will you son.' Adam said again, his tone more of a command than a question.

With a very disappointed expression George gave his father one last glare before going inside.

Adam folded his arms and said, 'what exactly has happened?'

'Come on, come on!' Hannah growled as she paced up and down across her fathers living room, phone to her ear. 'Answer the damn phone James!'

'Dave Karofsky?'

'That's me…' Dave answered as the doctor stood in front of him.

'I'm Doctor Roth. Come with me, please.' the man said with a smile.

Dave got his feet and looked down at James and Kurt.

'Do you want me to come with you?' James asked in surprise.

'No that's okay… but, uh…' he stumbled on his words. 'Kurt?'

Kurt looked up at him in surprise as well. 'Yeah?'

'Could you… come with me?'

'… Sure.'

The two young boys followed the middle aged doctor down to an empty room.

'Take a seat.' Doctor Roth said, nodding towards a bed with a paper sheet on it. Dave did as he was told and hopped onto the bed, his shoulders hunched and his hands in his lap. Kurt sat down on the spare seat a few feet away from the bed.

'Have you had a broken nose before, Dave?' the doctor asked, lifting Dave's head and inspecting his bruised face.

'No.'

'Okay well,' the doctor said in that distracted tone that busy people often have, 'this should be simple enough to fix right here, if you don't mind the pain.'

Dave looked nervous and glanced at Kurt who just smiled a small, reassuring smile.

'The other option is surgery.' Doctor Roth added, folding his arms.

'No. No this way is fine.'

'Good. Let's get started.'

'Look,' William said calmly, 'I just want to get my sons things, okay? Then I will leave and you'll never see me again.'

'What is going on?' Adam repeated. 'Is what George said true? Is Dave really a-'

'My son is going through a lot at the moment, and I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you.'

'Dave's a good guy,' Adam continued with a frown, 'I care about him.'

'I find that very hard to believe.' William said, glaring ever so slightly.

Adam gave William a condescending look and then said, 'try.'

William looked down at the blonde man and said, 'are you going to let me in or not?'

'Are you going to tell me what's going on?'

'Let me in.' he insisted as he took a few steps closer to the door.

'No!' Adam argued, stretching his arms across the width of the door.

William growled down at the smaller man in an unusual display of aggression and said, 'if you do not get out of my way, I will remove you by force.'

Adam watched the large man in silence, knowing full well that he would happily follow through with his threat. He lowered his arms but still stood in the way.

'Listen man,' Adam sighed, 'I am not trying to pick a fight.'

'Then let me get my sons things.'

'I will! Just let me know why.' Adam insisted. 'I've looked after Dave ever since you left, don't you think I have a right?'

Adam flinched as William lunged towards him but stood his ground. William glared down at the shorter man with clenched fists before stepping back, calming himself.

'David isn't safe here.'

Adam frowned at the comment but kept silent.

'He is going through a lot right now,' William continued, 'and as I'm sure you're aware, this environment is not safe for him.'

Adam said nothing for a few moments. William waited for a response. Then, in silence, Adam opened the front door and held it open for William. The two men looked at each other in silence before William nodded curtly and then strode up the stairs to his sons bedroom.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and very nearly put his hands over his ears as the doctor took hold of Dave's nose and pushed. Dave screamed a gravelly scream, his fingers gripping the foam mattress as the two piece of bone were locked back together.

'Okay,' Doctor Roth said calmly as he pressed a white bandage of the nose, 'that's that.'

Dave groaned and muttered under his breath, wiping his eyes free from the understandable tears.

'Take these for the pain,' the doctor handed him two tablets, 'and continue taking ibuprofen if you need it.'

'Uh huh…' Dave murmured.

'Okay I think that's you all set. Nose set, lips cleaned up.'

Dave nodded and got to his feet, his hands deep in his pockets. Kurt stood by him. The doctor smiled weakly and said, 'out of interest, how did this happen?'

'Football. I'm a football player.' Dave said quickly, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal.

'Okay,' the doctor said in an unconvinced voice, 'next time, you might consider playing with your helmet on, eh?'

Dave's eyes widened.

'Maybe that'll stop people stepping on your face, huh?'

Dave blushed and just nodded and shrugged at the same time. Kurt smiled and thanked the doctor as they both left the room.

The two boys walked back to the waiting room where James was sitting reading a copy of National Geographic. He smiled when he saw them come over and he stood up.

'How did it go?'

'Fine.' Dave replied, shrugging for the millionth time.

'Good,' James said, putting an arm around his step son, 'are you ready to go?'

'Yeah.'

The three of them left the hospital and headed towards the car in a comfortable silence. Kurt glanced up at Dave and smiled softly at the tough guy front he was refusing to let fall, despite his watering eyes. He was about to comment on his ego when Dave's face turn pale with panic.

'What's the matter?' Kurt asked with a frown. He looked forward and saw a woman standing by their car.

He was about to ask who she said, 'get the hell away from my son.'

Authors note: I hope you all liked this chapter :)

As for Adam, I decided to make him react like a decent human being :P Just thought I'd mix it up :P