Kurt pulled up in front of the strange, secluded house just in time. There was an ambulance out front, and someone who could'nt, just could'nt be his dad was being lifted into it, on a stretcher.

"Kurt!" A drenched Paul Karofsky came running towards him, and placed his hands hesitantly on the teen's shoulders. "It looks like he's had a heart attack, son. I'm so sorry-"

Kurt pushed the gray-haired man away, running to the ambulance. "I'm going with him!" he cried.

Burt reached a hand out to his son. "Kurt?" he whispered.

"Oh, Dad!" Kurt grasped his father's hand, his eyes watering.

"How..how did you find me?" Burt asked groggily.

Oh Gaga, he doesn't even know what's going on. "Mr. Karofsky..he, he called me, Dad. I'm coming with you, Dad, I-"

"No, Kurt, you have to stay. Stay here."

He must be delirious! He can't be asking me to stay HERE, with that Neanderthal! Where is that terror, anyway? Oh no, what if he- "Dad" Kurt sobbed. "Who..who did this to you?" He squinted against the downpour as it washed the tears from his face.

Burt lazily shook his head. "No, no time to explain. Just stay. Stay here."

"I won't leave you!"

The front door to the house opened, and a large form stood there, illuminated by the light from inside. "Hummel" a deep voice boomed. "Come inside, you'll freeze." He said it like a child reciting lines in a play, as though his father had told him to play nice with the gay kid.

Kurt stared at the jock. "No freakin' way, Karofsky." He folded his arms and shivered in his wet clothes.

The ambulance began to drive away. Paul placed a hand on Kurt's back, trying to guide him into the house. Kurt flinched away from his touch, and stood firmly where he was, watching the ambulance leave.

"Come inside, Kurt" Paul said softly. "At least stay the night."

"There is no WAY I'm staying in the same house with that, that- ogre!" Kurt shouted.

Paul's eyes flickered to his son's form in the doorway. "I know. But Dave will behave himself. He can't do anything to hurt you, not while I'm around."

Kurt sighed, looking out into the street. "I guess I have no choice." He followed Mr. Karofsky up the porch steps. Dave stepped aside to let them enter, meeting Kurt's eyes with his signature scowl.

"We really gotta let the fairy stay here?" he growled, shutting the heavy oak door.

Paul's eyes widened, and he smacked his son upside the head. "You're damn right, KURT is staying here, boy. And you will treat him with respect while he's here, you hear me?"

Wow, Karofsky's dad really isn't homophobic, Kurt thought. He must be trying to fit in with those other meatheads at school.

"Follow me." Dave's gruff voice broke through Kurt's revelation. He lead him up the stairs, down the darkened hallway lined with pictures. They were all of Dave and his father, and Kurt couldn't help but wonder where his mother was. The thought of his own mother, and now his father being sick, made Kurt's eyes water again. A single tear fell down his cheek.

Dave stopped at a door and turned to Kurt. He looked taken aback at the boy's tear, but just cleared his throat and lead him inside. "I, um, hope you like it here" he said weakly, trying to be nice. "'S your room, here, so just...do whatever you want, I guess. Just don't go in the room at the end of the hall."

Kurt glanced up from the floor. "Why?"

"Just DON'T, okay?" Dave snapped, his voice echoing. He cleared his throat again. "My, uh, dad will bring you some clean clothes..just tell him if you need anything, 'kay? And, um, make sure you come down for dinner." Dave shut the door. Kurt collapsed onto the bed, finally releasing the tears from his eyes.