Authors note: Thanks again for the continued support =) This one is a short one.

'What are you going to do?' Kurt asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

'I don't know…' Dave admitted as he sat cross legged opposite Kurt.

'Should we go down?'

'I don't know…'

'Are you going to be okay?'

'I… I dunno,' Dave paused, 'I guess. Do you think he's gonna go to prison?'

Kurt leaned away in surprise, his eyebrows furrowed. 'Are you serious? Of course he will!'

Dave gave him an anxious look.

'George attacked us! He pushed someone down a flight of stairs!' Kurt exclaimed, his arms waving widely as he spoke, 'he's a maniac!'

'Well it's not that-'

'Your mums crazy as well!' Kurt continued, not noticing Karofsky's angry expression. 'I can't believe she's down there kicking up a fuss! She's a nut case!'

Kurt peered up at Dave who was now on his feet. He recognised the expression and he flinched instinctively. In just a few hours, Kurt had forgotten just how intimidating Dave could be.

'Shut your mouth Hummel.'

'What?'

'You think I'm going to let you talk about my family that way?' Dave questioned.

'Huh? Oh come on, I was only saying what everybody was thinking!'

'Well don't!' Dave snapped. 'Only I can talk about my family like that.'

With a loud sigh, Kurt got off the bed and stood in front of the bruised teen, his arms folded. 'Why are you getting to angry? I thought we were passed this intimidation stuff?'

Dave's frown soften a little as he shrugged. 'We are but-'

'Well then why are you standing there like you're about to hit me?' Kurt snapped, suddenly angry himself.

'I wasn't going to hit you, I was just mad that you were talking about my mum.' Dave groaned, rolling his eyes.

Bristling at his dismissive tone, Kurt said 'don't you think I have a right to after all that's happened to me today?'

Dave frowned slightly and stupidly said, 'what do you mean?'

'What do I mean?' Kurt repeated with a mocking tone. 'I mean I've been threatened, shoved, yelled at AND almost crushed all in one day!'

Dave suddenly looked panicked.

'And why did all that happen?' Kurt yelled, jabbing the jock in the chest, 'because of you, you big stupid idiot!'

'Don't do-' Dave began, unable to stop his temper spiking a little at the jabs.

'I've been through so much shit today and it's because of you and your insane family!' Kurt continued, 'I gave you another chance and this is what's happened!'

Dave glared down at Kurt and cried, 'I already apologised to you once! What more do you want?'

'Oh my god!' Kurt exclaimed, throwing up his arms in desperate defeat, 'you're such an idiot!'

'Uh, guys?'

Both the teenagers glared at a drained James standing in the doorway.

'What is it?' Dave snapped, folding his arms defensively, still glaring at Kurt.

'We need to talk.' James replied softly.

Dave and Kurt exchanged looks, both knowing that was coming.

James sat them both down on the bed and explained the situation.

'What's going to happen to me?' George asked his dad in a quiet voice.

'I don't know George.' William replied with a furrowed brow as he stood by the front door waiting for the ambulance.

'Am I going to go to prison?'

William looked back at his frightened son before sighing and turning back. 'I don't know.'

A few moments later an ambulance pulled up in front of the house and two paramedics ran up to the open door. They entered the house and rushed to Adam. As they checked him and prepared to move him, William answered all their questions.

'Are either of you coming?' asked a red headed paramedic once they had secured Adam to a stretcher.

'Someone will be at the hospital later.' William answered, his eyes locked on his son who had been weeping quietly the entire time. The paramedics nodded and left with Adam, racing to the hospital.

Shutting the door, William sighed heavily and looked down at George. Before he could stop himself, he sat down next to his son. He closed his stinging eyes when his son curled up, rested his head on his leg and sobbed.

'I'm sorry dad…' George whimpered through loud sobs. 'I'm so sorry… I didn't mean for this to happen… I know I deserve this but I'm so scared… I'm so scared…'

There was a knock at the door. George held on tightly to his father who gently stroked his sons hair.

'Please dad…' George whispered. 'Please…'

Choking back a sob, warm tears trickling down his cheeks, William called out, 'come in.'

'So what's going to happen?' Dave asked gruffly as he sat cross legged on the bed, hunched over.

'I don't know Dave,' James sighed, 'I suppose he'll go to jail…'

'What if…' Dave began before stopping himself.

Kurt looked up and hissed, 'spit it out'

Dave glared at him and replied, 'I was going to say he wouldn't have go to prison if Adam doesn't press charges.'

Kurt scoffed loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. James looked nervously between the two boys before gently saying, 'that's true Dave but I really don't see that happening.'

'Why not? I mean, Adam's practically family…' Dave frowned, clutching at straws.

'Haven't you worked that out yet?' Kurt answered before James could speak. 'Hasn't it gotten through your big, thick skull that George doesn't give a damn about family!'

Before James could move, both boys were on their feet, inches away from each other.

'I knew you were dumb Karofsky,' Kurt sneered, 'but this is a new level of stupid!'

'Why are you always such a bitch, Hummel?' Dave snapped.

'Wanting justice makes me a bitch now, eh?'

'You have no idea do you? You don't know me or my family at all!' Dave cried. 'You come in here for what, a day, and you think you get my family? You act all high and mighty but that's damn easy for someone who has had a happy fucking family their whole life!'

Dave stumbled when Kurt shoved him, his cheeks flushed pink. 'Shut up! You get mad at me for talking about your insane family and then you go and say something like that! You don't have a clue!'

'Don't shove me Hummel!' Dave yelled.

'I'll do what I-'

'STOP!'

With clenched fists the two boys looked at James. When they saw his angry, tired face they decided to do as they were told.

'Now is not the time for you two to fight!' James snapped, splitting them apart, 'we are going through a lot right now! Bickering and name calling is the last thing we need!' James looked at Dave and then put his hands on his shoulders, 'David, your dad isn't here right now and honestly, I am loosing control of the situation, and I think Hannah is too. Please come and help me.'

Dave looked at the silver haired man closely before nodding. James smiled weakly and then looked at the frustrated Kurt. 'I understand that you're angry Kurt, I really do. You're a stranger here, an outsider. If you had been anybody else you would have run away long ago. But you haven't, and Hannah and I are grateful.' he paused and looked at the awkward Dave, 'I'm sure David is as well.'

'Yeah right…' Kurt muttered under his breath, still angry but calming down a little thanks to James.

'Like I said Kurt, we're all grateful and we've all grown fond of you but honestly,' James continued with a sad sigh, 'I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay any longer.'

'What do you mean?' Dave interjected quickly, his eyes a little wide with worry.

'Susanne is a cruel woman, Kurt. We all know it,' James added as he glanced at his step son, 'and I am only thinking of you. I want to spare you yet more harassment.'

Kurt looked from James to Dave and back again. Lowering his eyes, knowing he couldn't look at Dave, he said quietly, 'I think you're right.'

Dave inhaled sharply at Kurt's words, bristling with anger. He stared down at the smaller boy, a look of complete betrayal on his face, just waiting for Kurt to finally look up. He didn't.

'I'm tired James… I'm tired and I'm scared.' Kurt said softly as the older man put an arm around him. 'I'm sorry but… I just want to go home.'

James nodded with a weak, understanding smile. 'I understand, Kurt. Come on,' he said quietly, 'let's go.'

James led Kurt out of the bedroom, the hurt Dave still staring after Kurt, praying he would look up so he could try and convince him to stay. But it didn't happen. He followed them onto the landing and down the stairs. He ignored his mothers cries and shrugged her off when she threw herself at him. He was only watching Kurt.

Opening the front door, James led Kurt out of the door. Before Dave could say anything - beg him to stay, beg him to help him yet again - James closed the door behind him.

With a lowered head and clenched fists, he felt his mother cling to him and yell at him. Fighting back his tears, he turned to face his mother on his own.

Authors note: Sorry this one is short and sad, but I needed to remind myself that Dave and Kurt are still very different people. They were enemies before this. I often forget that this story has taken place in one day, and that's a very short time.

Plus, I think any mature adult and scared child would have agreed on Kurt's course of action.