Authors note: Some of this chapter is about George because I want to flesh him out a bit for fear of him just being some sort of giant maniac. Well he kind of is, but as we all know there is usually something deeper behind an aggressive front and I'm going to explore it. I hope you all enjoy

Two chapters in one day *high five*

George Karofsky had been 14 years old when his father had left. He had been angry, that was only natural. He was angry at his mother and his father. He had been angry at himself, his brother and his sister. He would have blamed anybody if given the chance.

But of course, that wasn't all he felt. He felt lost and heartbroken without his father. The household had been turned upside down and he was trapped.

Hannah was almost 17 when William left and she could easily escape their angry mother by spending the weekend at a friends house. David was 10 and to a certain extent could loose himself in blissful ignorance. But George was a teenage boy. With Hannah away and David so young, he was the only real target his mother had.

It began almost as soon as William left. The comments, the rants, the inappropriate stories. Susanne spared no detail of her marriage and had no problem embellishing the tale with lies and exaggerations.

What could George do? He loved his mother and wanted to support her, but couldn't she see he was hurting too? Couldn't he see how angry he was? How things were changing becoming at school?

The fights had began around a week after William left. A frequent victim of bullying due to his gifted mind, George finally snapped and attacked his attackers. This wasn't the normal situation where enormous jocks harassed a skinny geek: this was jocks attacking a Karofsky, a move they would come to regret.

Although skinny, George was big and had hidden strength. When he felt that swell of pride and achievement inside his body, he realised this was the only way he could stop feeling dreadful. So it continued.

He changed: he dropped his academia and spent most of his time training and building strength. He quickly became one of the most feared student at WMHS. People were so scared of him they feared leaving his side. He would hurt anyone: a new student, the fat kid or his own friends, so as a result people had learnt to not fight him, to let things stay the same way: if they changed things, this made George mad and the harassment got worse. It was easier to let him run things his way.

While he was the alpha male at school, he was still subordinate to his mother at home. But he had accepted that and by the time he was 17, he was the beta of the household. He was his mothers favourite.

Hannah was off at university by this time and during her last years at home, her relationship with her mother had crumbled. She was unable to bare her mothers continued rants against her father and the lies she was spreading. As time went on, it was rare for David and George to see her more than once a week. The previous position as favourite child was gone and that title now belonged to George.

George had learned to embrace his mothers rants. He saw it as a sign of love, of acceptance. He was the one getting the tears and the confessions, not Hannah or David or even Adam when he finally arrived on the scene. George and Susanne were best friends and George loved it.

As a reward for his listening skills, Susanne ignored George's dreadful behaviour at school. Even with the threat of not getting into college due to his behaviour, Susanne assured that, with the help of Adams money, it would not be a problem. Essentially, George could do whatever he wanted.

Susanne needed a child that wouldn't question her. David was too young and too prone to tears or temper tantrums. Hannah was too cheeky, too mouthy. She would call her mother when she claimed William had been sleeping with men ever since they got married. She would scold her for using homophobic language. But not George. George would sit there getting more and more angry over the things she said. George was her ticking time bomb. He was the man who would fight off any threats.

And now, here he was, standing at the top of the staircase looking at the unconscious, broken body of his step father. His heart was in his throat and his hands were shaking. He looked slowly over his shoulder at his stunned father, his eyes pleading for help.

'What is she doing here?' Hannah exclaimed as she hugged her baby brother, who was barely through the front door, and spotted her mother getting out of the car.

'She came to the hospital.' Dave replied as he squirmed out of his sisters arms, embarrassed by the thought of Kurt seeing.

'She tried to take Dave away.' Kurt added with an exhausted voice, his hand pressed to his head like he was trying rid himself of a headache.

His cheeks flushed red when he felt Hannah's long arms wrap around him and pull him to her. He peered up at the woman and then caught Dave's eye and saw he was smirking. He nervously patted her arm and smiled when she pulled away. She chuckled at his expression and said weakly, 'sorry, I just thought you needed a cuddle.'

Kurt peered up at her in wonder as she took a deep breath and turned her attention to her mother and step father. 'Go inside you two.' Hannah said gently, giving Dave a light push. They did as they were told and went upstairs, eager to get away from the inevitable argument.

As expected, Susanne demanded her son stay here but Dave quickly drowned her out by shutting the bedroom door with a fierce slam.

'This is a nice room…' Kurt said vaguely, peering around the beautifully decorated room with approval.

'Yeah,' Dave agreed as he saw it for the first time, 'it's nice.'

'Is it yours?' Kurt asked, slumping down on the large bed.

'I don't know,' Dave shrugged, 'I guess it might be.'

Kurt smiled and snuggled into the covers, his hand stroking the cashmere throw. 'It's really nice. A lot nicer than your old room.'

'Hey,' Dave said as he sat down on the other side of the bed, 'my old room isn't that bad.'

'Oh please,' Kurt teased, 'I saw that busty blonde.'

Dave blushed a little and shrugged those heavy shoulders, 'that was George's idea.'

'I figured.'

Silence fell over them. Kurt repositioned himself on the bed so his head was resting on the pillow, and Dave did the same. Both of them let out soft sighs of relief as they were both able to relax for the first time all day.

'Today has been so long…' Kurt said lazily.

'Yeah… god it really has… I can't believe this is all just one day.' Dave agreed, groaning slightly.

'I can't believe just this morning you were crying and threatening me…' Kurt continued, his eyes getting heavy.

'I'm sorry…' Dave said honestly.

'I know… I just don't believe it… you've changed so much in less than 24 hours…'

'I'm sorry…' Dave repeated, his voice slurring slightly as his eyelids closed.

'Hehe…' Kurt chuckled lightly, '…that's a good thing…'

Soft snores were Karofsky's only reply. Before Kurt could say anything else, he was asleep as well.

'Get out of the way.' William said angrily, brushing passed his son and darting down the stairs. Carefully stepping over Adams body, he reached for the house phone and dialled for an ambulance.

'What are you-' George began as he started to go downstairs.

'Stay where you are.' William demanded, holding his index finger up to his son to stop him. 'Ambulance please. 73 Hazel Avenue. He's unconscious with possible broken bones… he was pushed down the stairs. No, no I understand. Yes. Okay thank you.'

Hanging up, William stood up and looked up at his son. George looked so lost he could hardly bare it. Shaking his head, William took the phone for a second time.

'Hey woah,' George gasped as he dodged Adams body and reached for the phone, 'what are you doing?'

'I am calling the police George.' William stated, keeping the phone from his son.

'What?'

'The police. You pushed someone down the stairs! You could have broken his neck!' William exclaimed, his voice getting louder as he vocalised the situation, his mind boggling. 'How could you do this?'

'He pushed me! I didn't mean to!' George gabbled.

'Shut up.'

'What?' George said weakly, his eyes wide.

'Just shut up.' William said firmly, glaring at his son. 'First you attack your brother and Kurt, and then you threaten your sister and my husband,' William continued, his voice becoming a slight snarl at the mention of James, 'and now you push your step father down the stairs.'

George had his head lowered.

'And why did you do this? Because your brother is gay.'

George flinched.

'Your brother is gay and you can't stand it.' William said coldly. 'You see that's what I don't understand.'

George looked up slightly.

'You hate me for being gay, and now you hate David for being gay,' William said, 'yet you don't want David out of the house? How does that logic work, George?'

'I don't know I just… I don't hate Dave I just…'

'What? Hate that he's gay?'

'Yes…'

'Then that means you hate him.'

George once again flinched at his fathers words and lowered his head. William watched as his son's massive shoulders started to bob up and down. Small, pathetic sobs reached William's ears and he just watched. George crumpled up onto the floor and wept.

After a few moments of unending sobs, William crouched down to his son. 'If only you'd come to me, George.'

Sobs.

'If only you'd come to me, talked to me. I could have helped you.'

More sobs.

'I am your father George, I always will be. I tried to be there for you, you know I did. But you didn't want me. But now, I'm going to do the right thing. I'm going to help you.'

A loud, desperate wail escaped George's throat and William winced at the sound. Watching his child break down like this was heart breaking and part of him, a very powerful part, needed to scoop him up and hold him. But George wasn't a child anymore. He was a man who finally, after years of uncontrolled violence, needed to be punished.

With a heavy sigh, William got to his feet and called the police.

'I'm going to have to ask you to leave unless you calm down!'

'I'll will not calm down!'

The shouts from downstairs jolted Kurt awake. He groaned and yawned, sitting up from that gloriously comfortable bed. For a second he didn't know where he was and he panicked. That panic increased when he looked to his side and saw a slumbering Dave Karofsky.

'What the hell…' realisation hit and he sighed again, his head drumming. 'Oh right…'

Gently, so not to wake Dave, Kurt quietly left the bedroom and darted to a door with a male symbol on it. He chuckled quietly at the joke, wondering whose idea that had been, before entering and locking it behind him.

With a sigh, he lent against the sink and peered at himself in the mirror. He had shadows under his eyes - he looked as tired as he felt. That brief nap hadn't helped - it wasn't long enough to refresh his batteries and it had left him wanting more. He splashed his face with cold water in attempt to freshen up but what he really needed was a coffee. An espresso would be even better.

Finishing up in the bathroom, he peeked his head out of the door and listened. They were still arguing. Hannah and Susanne were going at it - "how could you do that your brother?" "how could you do that to your son?" "I won't allow my son to stay in a place like this" "I won't allow my brother to stay in a place like that" - it was a fairly repetitive row.

Kurt was about to go back into the bedroom, loosing interest in the bickering, when he heard the phone ring.

'Quiet! Please!' James cried.

'Don't tell me to-'

'Shut up mum!'

Kurt smirked as James answered.

'Hello? Oh honey, hello. How are you? Are you safe? What? No she's here. What's happened?' his tone started to become worried, causing Kurt to listen more intently. 'No they're both safe. What's happened William? Oh god… oh my goodness… what are you- no I understand. Of course. No. Oh goodness, goodness… no, no I'll… do you want to speak to her?' what was going on! 'Oh my goodness… oh William please stay safe. Please be careful. Okay no, I'll tell them. I promise. No problem. I love you too sweetheart.'

Kurt was leaning over the banister now, desperate to hear what had been said by William.

'What was that about?' Hannah asked in a worried voice.

'It's George-'

'What about him? What's happened? What has that monster done to my son?' Susanne cried.

'William hasn't done anything,' James snapped, 'and I'll thank you not to call my husband a monster!'

Susanne kept quiet.

'What's happened James?' Hannah asked softly.

'George… George pushed Adam down the stairs-'

'WHAT?' Susanne shrieked. 'That's impossible! Why would he do that? He's lying!'

'He is not lying!' James cried, his impressive patience finally wearing thin. 'Adam let William into the house to collect David's things and George lost it! He pushed him down the stairs!'

'What's going to happen? Is dad okay? What's-' Hannah gabbled.

'William is fine,' James said, appreciation in his tone, 'he's called an ambulance, and the police.'

Susanne's desperate sobs echoed through the house, reaching Kurt's ear as he stood, stunned. 'Oh my god… oh my god…' he said in a hushed voice, stumbling back into the bedroom.

'Dave,' Kurt cried, 'wake up!'

'Mmphh…' Dave groaned in protest, rolling over and burying his head in the pillow. He jolted awake properly when Kurt touched his side and shook him as hard as he could. 'What the hell-'

'Shut up!' Kurt exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

'What's going on?' Dave asked, brushing off being told to shut up and sitting up.

'Your dad just called.' Kurt said, practically leaping on the confused boy.

'He did? What's happened?' Dave questioned, unable to stop himself becoming excited as Kurt buzzed in front of him.

'It's about George and some guy named Adam-'

Kurt stopped himself at the mention of Adam. He covered his mouth with his hand and sat down properly, shaking his head.

'What? What is it?' Dave asked, shaking Kurt's shoulder a little to get him to talk.

'George… Well… no Adam let your dad in the house,' Kurt said after calming down, 'to get your things you know, and well… George went berserk and…'

'And what?' Dave whined, shaking Kurt a little more.

'He pushed Adam down the stairs…'

'… what… are you….' Dave gasped, his eyes wide.

'William has called the police.'

Shock hit Dave right in the chest and he fell back a little, his hazel eyes wide with shock. Kurt reached down put his hand on his, his own blue eyes worried.

'Are you going to be okay?' he asked in a hushed voice.

'Yeah…' Dave said quietly, looking from Kurt's hand on his to his meet his eyes, 'I think I will be…'

Authors note: I agree with all the reviews I've gotten so far - George definitely needed to be punished for all he's done. So there you go. Please keep reading, it's not over yet!