Authors note: I am very interested to hear your opinions on the last chapter (here and on LJ) especially concerning Adam and his surprising course of action. I hope you all can realise what I was trying to convey when I decided to make him do what he did, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Powerlad - when I first started to read your review it really scared me, I thought I'd upset you! Haha I'm sorry my cliff hangers frustrate you, but what can I say, I love cliff hangers =) Also the fact that you've reread the story was amazing to hear, so thank you =D

JasonDragon64 - thank you for your opinions on the Adam situation. I agree with what you said, I just wanted to show that even though some people have idiot opinions, it doesn't mean everything they say or do is pure evil. I hope you like the resolution to this and the families reaction to his "betrayal". Also, thank you for reading even though you don't like the ship =)

Thank you to all my reviewers of course!

'Can I help you?' James asked in a stern voice, stepping defensively in front of the two teenagers.

'Shut up.' Susanne spat, glaring at the silver haired man. 'David, come here.'

Dave stayed where he was, frozen stiff.

'David. I said come here.' she repeated, her eyes narrow.

'Listen to me,' James interrupted, 'I don't think this is a good idea. I think you need to leave.'

'I said shut up faggot!'

Before Kurt could stop himself, he stepped forward and snapped, 'don't you dare talk to him like that!'

He heard both James and Dave gasp but he ignored them, his eyes locked with the woman's. He could barely stand the expression on her face. It was a mixture of anger, offence and utter disgust.

Kurt opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted. 'David, come here.'

'I don't-'

'Don't back talk to me David, you're already in so much trouble.' Susanne tutted, walking by Kurt, giving him a wide birth for fear of catching something, and reaching out for her son. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward.

'Hey!' James cried, grabbing her hand and trying to split them apart. It worked. She pulled her hand away instantly, repulsion on her face. 'David isn't going anywhere with you.'

'You listen to me,' she growled, 'he is my son and I don't want him around you two queers. Understand?'

Kurt was shaking with anger, his jaw hanging open. He had absolutely no idea what to do. He wanted to shake some sense into the horrible woman but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. How was he supposed to react to this?

'Come on.' Susanne snapped, taking hold of Dave again and leading him forward.

'No-' he began, digging his heels in.

'David do not mess me around!' she yelled.

'No! No get off me!' he cried as he was pulled closer to his mothers car.

'Leave him alone!' Kurt cried suddenly, surprising everyone. He reached out and took Dave's hand and held on tight. Dave's scared eyes connected with his and he knew he wouldn't let him go.

William hadn't been in his sons room for years. The wave of emotion that hit him as he stood in the doorway was overpowering as he looked around the pale blue room.

The last time he was in there, the walls were covered in posters of Transformers, X-men and sports teams. The team posters still remained, but there was a new addition. A very worn picture of a busty blonde nude was pinned by the window. It had rips and numerous pin holes where it had been moved around and William assumed it had once belonged to George.

With a sigh he ignored the poster and set to work looking for a suitcase. He spotted a large sports bag on top of the wardrobe which he placed on Dave's unmade bed. He packed his sons clothes, making sure to take the letterman jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair.

After a few minutes the bag was full of clothes, a sticker covered laptop, several trophies, plaques and three pairs of shoes. He had found a box at the back of the wardrobe to hold gadgets and pictures from the walls, and he used Dave's school bag for books. There was a black bin liner that Susanne had left on Dave's desk as a hint for him to tidy up which William used to hold Dave's DVDs.

Double checking the room, he suddenly remembered Dave's request. He crouched down and reached under his sons bed, pulling out an old shoe box. The temptation to look inside was almost overwhelming but he pushed it back, placing it with the rest of Dave's belongings.

He was just about finished when he heard raised voices and heavy footfall. He braced himself as he watched the bedroom door.

As soon as he had let William through the door, Adam realised this was potentially a very dangerous idea. The large man had managed to get up to his sons room without George noticing but Adam knew that wouldn't last long.

On cue, the massive young man came through from the kitchen with a smirk on his face. 'Has he gone?'

Adam looked silently at the man. He really was huge. Adam wasn't a small man but looking at George he knew he wouldn't be a match. He kept his face a blank slate though - he would never show his fear, no matter how scared he actually was.

'No.'

'What?' George asked, dumfounded.

'He's upstairs.'

'What?' George boomed, striding over to Adam, his face twisted with anger.

'He's upstairs.' Adam repeated, not allowing himself to flinch.

'Why? Why did you let him?'

'He's David's father,' Adam said calmly, 'I couldn't stop him.'

George scoffed, holding his head in his hand in disbelief. He then glared and spat, 'he's a queer Adam! Have you forgotten that?'

'Even if he is,' Adam shrugged, eyes locked with Georges, 'he's still your dad.'

'Let him go.'

'No.'

'I'm not messing around you little queen,' Susanne glared, 'let go of his hand now before you make this worse.'

'What are you talking about?' Kurt exclaimed, frustrated at this hateful woman.

'You've already infected my baby boy,' Susanne hissed, 'you're just making it worse!'

Kurt just gaped. How was he supposed to argue against such idiocy? He could scream and shout at her, shake her, stamp "homosexuality isn't something you catch" on her forehead but it wouldn't make a blind bit of difference. This was one woman who was completely lost to her homophobia.

Susanne took Kurt's silence as defeat and she yanked Dave again with a smug look on her face. Her jaw tightened when she was once again stopped by Dave and Kurt refusing to budge. With a slow movement, she turned back to face them and repeated, 'let him go.'

'Look Susanne,' James interrupted, trying to make sure at least one adult acted maturely, 'he obviously doesn't want to go with you. If you'll just leave us alone, we can talk about this properly back at the house.'

'I thought I told you to shut up?' Susanne replied with a glare.

James watched her with a frown and then shrugged his shoulders. 'Fine.'

Dave and Kurt looked at him in horror.

'You can continue to stand here in the middle of the car park making a scene, attempting to forcibly remove someone who doesn't want to go,' he said in a matter of fact voice, 'I'll just go and get a security guard.'

The two boys both breathed heavy sighs of relief.

'Ha!' Susanne mocked, 'and who do you think they'll side with? The kids mother, or two queers that have nothing to do with him?'

'I don't know,' James said seriously, his eyes dark, 'lets see shall we?'

Susanne looked at the silver haired man intently for a moment before shoving Dave away. The teenagers quickly joined James who stood with his hands on his hips.

'I mean it Susanne,' James said, 'come back to the house and talk with William. There is a lot you need to know.'

'Oh don't think I won't,' Susanne threatened, 'I will not be going home until David is with me. I need to give Hannah a piece of my mind as well,' she added, 'teach her its not acceptable to hit her brother.'

Kurt opened his mouth to defend Hannah but James just quickly shook his head. He then looked back at Susanne. 'Go back to the house, I'm sure William won't be long.'

'Oh I'm he'll be on his way back,' Susanne said in a knowing voice, 'by now I'm sure George will have thrown out on his arse.'

With that Susanne got into her car and pulled away, leaving the three stunned men behind. James put an arm around Dave's shoulder, squeezed and said quietly, 'don't worry about a thing Dave, this is going to get sorted.'

Dave nodded a little at James's reassurance as the older man got into the car. He then looked down at Kurt who was just as shocked as he was. 'I'm sorry she said that stuff to you…'

'It's all right.' Kurt replied quickly, squeezing the hand that he was still holding on to.

'You better put that stuff down!' George commanded as he stormed into his brothers room.

'Don't fight this George,' William said calmly, 'you're not going to win.'

A low snarl left George's throat before he lunged at his father and tried to pull the bin bag full of films from his grip. William was jerked forward with his sons fierce move but he kept hold of the bag, his grip tight.

'Let it go!' George yelled, pulling again but once again not able to move it.

'George! Stop acting like a damn kid!' Adam cried, trying to break up the game of tug of war.

'Get the fuck off me you traitor!' George snapped, glaring darkly at his soon to be step father.

'Do what he says George,' William agreed, 'let go of the bag.'

George looked from his father to Adam and then back again, his face red with fury. He let go of the bag but quickly reached for the box containing Dave's gadgets. He tipped it upside down and let the contents fall onto the bed.

'George will you please stop acting like a child?' William snapped, the volume of his voice increasing just a little.

'Shut up!' George snarled, unzipping the sports bag and pulling out the shoes and clothes, tossing them all over the floor.

The two men watched him like they would watch a child throwing a tantrum. He picked up the shoe box from under the bed and William reached out to stop him, but was interrupted by Adam. Groaning loudly and putting his hands on his hips he said, 'Stop this George! Dammit can't you see you're acting like a damn child?'

George span around with such aggression that Adam very nearly fell over his own feet. Dropping the box on the floor, George gripped the front of the blonde mans shirt and lifted him onto his tiptoes, snarling 'don't you dare speak to me like that!'

'I wouldn't need to if you'd start acting your age! You're throwing a hissy fit like a damn girl!'

William quickly ducked down to gather up the things that had fallen out of the box. He stood up quickly when he heard George yell, 'you think you can talk to me like that? After what you did? Do you realise what you've done to this family? I should kill you!'

'Stop it George!' William boomed but he was ignored.

'You let this faggot into my house! You let him take my brothers things away!' George shouted, his voice ringing through Adam's ears.

Before Adam or William could speak, George was lunging forward, still holding onto Adam. He pushed him through the landing, Adams legs hanging limp and useless as he tried to stop the enormous man.

'George! Let me go!' Adam cried, his poker face crumbling away as he tried to see where he was going.

'George!' William cried, following them into the hallway.

'You're fucking scum!' George cried, 'you've ruined everything!'

'George please!' Adam begged as realisation hit.

'Maybe you'll think twice before you let fags take away my brother!' he boomed.

Adam braced himself for what he knew was coming. The first jolt of pain hit him as his body slammed against stairs. His limbs crumpled over his body, twisting like a pretzel as he fell. Hitting the banister as he fell, pain shooting through every part of him, Adam was thankful for the darkness that washed over him.