My god, the response to the last chapter was phenominal, you Kurtofsky pirates really know how to make a girl feel good! More reviews for a chapter than i've ever got on my other stories, so bonus points for that :) Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed and i so hope you like the next part.

Enjoy,

Over and out x

He kinda really wished he could have stayed in the moment, kissing Kurt like nothing was wrong for most, if not all, of eternity. But it seemed like fate didn't really want that. Sure, he had finally got what he wanted. And Kurt was currently drawing his hands slowly through his short, curly hair and making it really really hard to forget that the petite soprano had a boyfriend. But after a while it was like the ringing in his ears stopped, and the buzzing in the background slowly faded back in. Which was when he realised that yes, he was in fact frenching Kurt Hummel in the main corridor of McKinley High School, and there were people there. And he could hear them.

Oh shit.

He could hear the voices in the background now and although there was someone telling someone else how cute it was, the most significant noise was the clicking of cameras on phones as people took photographic evidence. Well damn, if he'd ever wanted to keep it from his parents he'd be dead. He just hoped he got to them before the photos did. But he was positive some of the football guys had his dad's number in case of emergencies or something. So, he reasoned, there wasn't much chance of him getting home without his parents knowing about it, but at least then he wouldn't have to have the extremely awkward conversation. He could just walk in, probably be told that he was a freak of nature, and pack a bag.

Kurt was still running his hands through Dave's hair when he realised what he was doing. He had been so into the kiss that he hadn't even stopped to think that he had a boyfriend, and that he was enthusiasticly kissing someone who wasn't said boyfriend. But he couldn't seem to stop what he was doing, and instead he just caught Dave's bottom lip between his teeth and pulled as he leaned back, causing the jock to lean even harder against him, up against the locker, because he followed him back to continue the kiss.

It was when Mercedes' voice cut through the inconsequential background noise that he really thought about what he was doing.

"Oh my god! Kurt! What the...!"

He registered that she seemed shocked and angry, and he could tell from the almost wistful tone in her voice that she was itching to disobey his earlier request and forcibly push them apart, but he was pleased that she didn't. He knew they were going to get unwanted attention of that nature from the jocks, and most of the rest of the population of McKinley, so he didn't need it off her and Tina.

But just as he was contemplating ending the kiss so he could try and calm them down, he heard it. The slamming noise that he normally only heard when he was being locker checked by neanderthal meat heads intent on making his back black and blue for the rest of his life. And by the sound of it, they were getting closer. As he pulled back to try and warn Dave, his eyes flickered open and he saw three hulking figures suddenly emerge through what he realised was quite a crowd, and make a beeline for himself and Dave.

Dave himself had heard the noise, and realised what was probably going to happen, so when he opened his eyes and his hazel ones met Kurt's adorable blue ones, he could see the fear in them just as much as he could see the reflection of three of his fellow jocks in the clear abyss. As well as the shadow that fell across the locker he was currently pressing Kurt up against.

He breathed "Don't-" against Kurt's mouth and then he was being ferociously slammed into the very same locker he had been facing, pinned up against it by Sanderson, the biggest of the three, while Jeremy (with a last name like Chumler Dave wouldn't want to be called by it either) and Anslow were stood pressed right up against his back, glaring at Dave with narrowed eyes as his breath was slowly cut off anf his throat constricted by the arm pressed against it.

"What the actual fuck Karofsky? You gone all fag on us? The hell? I thought we were safe from homo's pervin' when he," The guy jerked his head back towards Kurt, who he could see was stood in between Mercedes and Tina, the girls restraining him as he tried to get himself free and towards Dave, "left, and now he's back and we get to find out that you've been secretly sneaking peeks at our junk when we were changing for football all these years! You're sick dude, what the fuck's wrong with you?"

He could actually see the spit flying from his mouth, and he was keeping surprisingly calm until the moment when he noticed the bits of whatever food he had had for lunch caught in the jock's teeth. It was then that he couldn't contain himself, and started laughing in the jock's face, completely breaking down in hysterics even more as he saw the furious expression on Sanderson's face, before he closed his eyes completely and prepared for the blow that he knew was going to land on his cheek in just a few seconds.

Kurt was furious at Mercedes and Tina for holding him back, and he was yelling at them to let him go, scratching at their arms as he saw one of the jocks get right up in Dave's face and then start badmouthing him into the bargain. He wasn't stupid, and he'd seen the way he tilted his head sharply in his direction while he was shouting at Dave. If it had just been about him then he wouldn't have cared at all, but the fact that they were using him to taunt the bigger boy made him want to throw things, and he wasn't a violent person at all.

At least, he didn't think he was until he saw Dave tilt his head back, eyes squeezed closed even though he was still laughing manically, and the jock pinning him to the wall raise his other fist and bring it swinging in towards Dave's jaw, slamming into it with so much force that Dave's head smacked back and met with the locker at a velocity that caused a dint in it. But it was like something inside him snapped. He had spent the last month getting to know and like Dave Karofsky, and here he was doing one of the bravest things he would probably ever do in his life, and there was someone slamming their fist into his jaw because of it.

Dave had known it was coming, but he hadn't quite remembered just how painful it was when someone punched you. Sure, he'd been in a few fights in his time in high school, but normally they weren't quite so serious, and whoever his opponent was, their punches weren't as hard or as fast as the one that had just skyrocketed into his face, sending his head reeling the few inches back into the locker and making him see stars.

He felt like his skull was splitting apart from the pain, and the white heat behind his eyes still had to dissipate as he strugled against his captor's grasp, but he was putting up a pretty good fight, he thought, until the two guys who had, up to that point, just been watching, waded in to hold him back up against the cold, harsh metal of the lockers. His head hitting them again a second sime from the shove, he slammed his eyes shut and he hoped that they would either get bored or knock him out quickly and stop the pain.

Kurt, watching as the three of them pinned Dave, finally managed to break free from the girls' grasp and sprinted towards them, unsure what he could possibly do but knowing that he had to help in sone way, had to protect Dave from what he had been dealing with for years. As he grabbed the strap of his messenger bag, figuring that he could use it to swing at their heads if nothing else worked, he saw another shadow from the corner of his eye. He disregarded it on his mission to get to Dave, though, knowing that he needed to help him out.

So he was shocked when the shadow pushed past him and got there before him.

It slammed into the three jocks at alarming speed and pulled the one hitting Dave off him without a second glance, throwing Sanderson onto the floor as it continued to try and detatch the other two.

It took Kurt a few seconds to realise that it, the shadow, was Azimio Adams.

Dave had expected to be slammed into the lockers at least another couple of times, or maybe thrown to the sharks in the middle of the corridor before they all took a swing at him. But as he prepared for the second punch he felt the weight and the smell of unwashed jock suddenly lifted off him, and heard the smack of someone hitting the linoleum floor hard.

He opened his eyes again and had to do a double take as he saw that Azimio, the person he had tried to get out of the way so that he wouldn't be around to witness their kiss, was taking on his agressors with a look of fire in his eyes that Dave didn't see often, mostly when Az was on the football pitch. That and the one time he had made a speetch in english class about his heratige and racism and respect. The one he hadn't actually listened to every word of, but that Aretha had clapped so hard he would've sworn it had to hurt her hands.

But he had no real time to process that fact as the other two were being torn away from him, even as Sanderson tried to get up of the floor where he had been thrown, before Azimio was growling out at the assmebled crowd "Get the fuck lost."

He was shocked to say the least. He had always thought that Azimio was a complete homophobe, would turn on him the moment he knew his secret, and had got him out the way as such. Trying to reconcile that with the scenario that had just taken place was making his head hurt even more than it already did, so he just stopped tyring and let himself slide down the lockers, his back colder than ever from contact with the metal. As he took a breath he tasted blood and, when he brought a hand to his lips, pulled it away to see red smeared onto it like someone had exploded a ketchup bottle on him. Feeling lightheaded again he rested his head onto the locker, careful not to let the tender part take too much weight, and closed his eyes softly.

Kurt unfroze from his position, still stood shocked by the fact that it was Azimio coming to Dave's rescue, and skidded towards him panicking, hoping that he hadn't blacked out as he came to rest at the bottom of the row of lockers. Hee knelt down beside him and hastily pulled out his hankerchief, dabbing at the jock's lip as the blood started to congeal and clot on it, hoping to get the worst of it off before it dried.

As Dave's eyes flickered open, one already swelling from the impact of the jock's punch, Kurt sighed in relief, positioning himself straddling Dave's legs so that he could reach his injuries properly as he tried to stem the bleeding. He ignored the hand that tried to half heartedly beat his away, and instead set one of his over Dave's on the floor as he finished his task. Sitting back, he locked eyes with the footballer, trying to ascertain whether he had any kind of concussion or a need for the nurse. Well, he definitely should have needed the nurse, but Kurt somehow didn't think he would take kindly to having to go and see her.

"Kurt, what're you doing?" He muttered, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand and then flinching as he pressed to hard on one of the already bruising parts.

Looking at him questioningly, Kurt just pressed a quick kiss to his forhead is if doing it unconsciously and then stood, offering his hand to Dave as the jock struggled to push himself up off the floor. He grabbed it and hauled himself up, looking surprised at Kurt's strength, which made the soprano roll his eyes, but just as he was about to gently hug the smaller boy for his help, even if it hadn't been asked for, he felt a larger, stronger pair of arms tug him from Kurts grasp and he turned to face Azimio. Still unsure of why he had stopped the other jocks, Dave screwed up his eyes as he angled his face away from his best... well, his teammate, only to find himself being pulled into the hug that he himself had been planning on giving Kurt.

Kurt just gasped as he watched the two huge, muscled footballers hug each other as if it was no big deal and they weren't stood in the corridor of a homophobic high school in an extremely homophobic state. Dave pulled back to look his friend in the eyes and Kurt could see the insecurity, the panic in them as he opened his mouth to ask Azimio something.

Only he was cut off abruptly when the other boy spoke.

"Anyone else got a problem with Dave? No? 'Cause if you do, you bring it to me yeah? And you can see how much i like it just like those guys did."

As Dave gaped at his best friend (definitely his best friend!) the slightly taller of the two just clapped him on the back and then glanced over at Kurt, saying to Dave, "Dude, why the hell didn't you tell me?"

He had managed to get out of the hallways after Az had shouted at some lingering freshman, but instead of going to lessons his friend had pulled him into the locker room and practically forced him to sit down on the bench, while he paced backwards and forwards in the narrow space, not saying anything for a long time.

Dave was just starting to get worried that his friend had got the other guys off him just so that he could do something to him himself, even though he had seen his snarl at everyone in the corridor, when he spoke.

"Dave, dude, what the fuck?"

Oh shit.

"Look Az, if you have a problem with me then you can just go and-"

He was cut off by the sound of Az's spluttering as the jock stopped his pacing and turned to face him.

"A problem? Dude, the only problem i have is the fact that you're supposed to be my best friend and i had to find this out off fucking Tanner after he texted me a photo! What the hell?"

Dave could only gawp at the chunkily built guy stood in front of him, towering over him as he himself sat on the bench, as he tried to process what he was saying. Ducking his head, he toed his shoe on the ground and wrung his hands together, not consciously realising that he was shaking his leg until he heard Azimio's voice again echoing around the room.

He sounded annoyed as he said "Dave, are you gonna have a nervous breakdown on me or some shit, 'cause i ain't cut out for all that girly hugging and crying crap."

At that he had to laugh, tilting his head up as he snorted and watched Azimio's face change to something less angry and more amused as he gasped for breath. It hadn't even been particularly funny, but he couldn't stop laughing. Idly in the back of his mind he wondered if it was a manifestation of the shock of getting punched, or whether he actually did have a concussion, but as he started to calm down he just shook it off, finally meeting Az's eyes as the taller of the two looked down at him.

"I dunno Az, why didn't i tell you? It wasn't like i as really expecting the warmest reception off you man, this entire school is full of homophobic jerks and you and me used to get Kurt all the time, before i grew a pair. I was so far in the closet at the start of this year that i was having turkish delight with Mr Tumnus, i hadn't even thought of telling anyone, so it wasn't top on my list of priorities to tell you on our football nights, or our video game marathons."

He watched as Azimio furrowed his brow in confusion, and then he shook his head as he spoke.

"No dude, it was tea with Mr Tumnus, it was the White Witch who-" He broke off as he saw Karofsky's confused face, "Never mind! Look, i agree with you on being up in the fucking river in Egypt, and i can figure how it wasn't really a video game comversation topic, but did you ever actually hear me saying anything overly homophobic Dave?" He asked sadly, sitting down next to his best friend on the bench as the former looked confused, then wary, then stunned.

He couldn't place exactly what the feeling was, but he did know for certain, now that he had had it so bluntly put to him by Az, he had never really heard the other boy utter any homophobic slurs, or use 'gay' as an adjective for anything he didn't like. He had always just assumed that Azimio hated him - people like him - even more than Dave had used to hate himself. Apparently he was wrong.

"Well... No dude, but we just did so much together that i assumed. Look i'm sorry man, i'm sorry i didn't tell you, but i was practically having an aneurysm every time i walked down the hallways, worrying that it was obvious, that everyone could tell. And especially the rest of the guys on the team Az, look what they just did to me." He help up his injured arm and morioned with the good one to the right hand side of his face at the huge bruise he knew was forming there, giving him a black eye to boot.

As his friend sighed they were both realising things that they had never know about the other.

But Dave still had more questions.

"What would you have done if i'd told you dude? Freaked the fuck out?"

Azimio shook his head, eyes narrowed ever so slightly again.

"'Course not. Man, i never told you this because i thought you were the biggest homophobe ever to walk the hallways of McKinley, but my cousin's gay dude, i've known for years and he's the coolest guy i know. Apart from you." He shot him a quick half smile as Az nodded, "I haven't got a problem with him and i wouldn't have ever with you, y'know... i don't give a fuck who you wanna bone as long as you're a sound guy, and he is. You are too." Azimio slugged Dave on the shoulder as he said it, smiling at his friend.

Dave was stunned. Not only was his friend not beating him up but he'd just admitted that he wasn't homophobic at all, and actually didn't care if he was gay. He was surprised, and in a very good way, but there was still one thing that he wanted to know, that didn't make sense.

"Wait. Back the fuck up man, so you're down with me being gay, and you're gonna defend me to those assholes, yeah? Then why the hell did you come with me all those times when i was bullying Kurt, taking the piss? All those locker slams, slushies, you never said a word." He couldn't understand how their situations were different.

Azimio just sighed as he looked up at Dave, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Dave, i'm not gonna pretend it didn't get me a little bit, what we were doing, but it wasn't so much that he was gay that pissed me off about him man, just his god damn fancy clothes, and the way he always walked around like he had a stick up his ass. Not that i blame the guy, not now i know that you're feeling the exact same way and that your bravado in the hallway was just that." He smiled awkwardly as Dave shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not meeting his eyes.

"But i suppose what really made me go along with it was you."

Dave was shocked. Sure, he had probably been the one that instigated some - okay, most - of the harassment, but he'd never seen any reason to believe that Az didn't want to. He had seemed fully compliant at all times, not like Dave was forcing him to do anything.

"Me? What did i do?" He asked, not demanding but just curious.

Az sighed again as he looked Dave in the eyes, saying "You're my best friend Dave, have been since third grade, and you're one of the only people i'm actually really friends with at this school. I didn't want to loose you, so when you started to target Kurt i just went along with it, telling myself that he pissed me off with his outfits and that it was nothing to do with him being gay. I suppose i just blanked out that feeling of guilt i had knowing you were doing it because of that, and pretended he was just another guy you didn't like. It was so much easier that way, because i got to keep you as my best friend and not have to make decisions about it."

Turning to Dave, he was shocked to see his friends face etched with pain. Knowing that he had just done one of the hardest things he would possibly ever do, and that he was going to be taking one hell of a load of crap for the rest of school, he didn't even think about it before throwing his arms around Dave and hugging him again like he had done in the hallway, not caring if anyine came in to see it.

Dave was probably as startled as Azimio was when he felt strong arms wrap around his back, but he quickly recovered and hugged him back, throwing all his anguish and apologies and pain into it as he squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying not to think about all the times he could have stopped hurting Kurt, but not doing because he was scared of Azimio.

Pulling back, he said "Thanks man. I think i needed that. Just... I'm so glad we're friends, you know? I'm so glad that you didn't turn around and hit me like those guys did. Thanks Az."

At that, his friend stood up, turning and offering Dave his hand. He smiled at him, rolling his eyes when Dave offered a tentative one back, and then pulled him up off the bench, hauling him towards the door. As he went to open it his hand paused over the handle and he hesitated a moment, before speaking.

"Dude, Dave, i've always got your back, right. You know that?"

When Dave nodded his head he grinned again and asked his question a second time.

"You know that Dave?"

"Hell yeah Az." Dave half spoke half yelled, smiling in spite of himself at the after school special-ness of it all.

"Good. So let's go out there and look like we mean buisness, and i'm gonna be by your side every step of the way, 'kay?"

As Dave nodded again he reached for the handle properly and twisted it, opening it wide to the corridor. Stepping through he said "Show 'em who'd boss." with a smirk, and dissapeared, leaving Dave to follow and hoping he could stay out of any more fights.

When he'd seen Dave dissapear through the locker room door with Azimio he sighed with relief, hoping from the way he'd reacted against the homophobes attacking Dave that he would be supportive and understanding.

Kurt turned, still slightly dazed as the corridor quickly emptied out, only to be pounced upon byt two very confused and angry girls.

"Oh hell to the no Kurt, you did not just make out with Dave Karofsky! Tell me please that i imagined it, that it was someone else, anything!" Mercedes blurted, waving her arms around as she tried to illustrate her point.

Kurt sighed again, having known that it would probably end up something like it had done, with Tina lookng too shocked to put her thoughts into words and Mercedes truning into a spitting, snarling lion about it. He wanted to explain it to her, but he was pretty sure, knowing she couldn't really imagine what Dave had been going through, that she would be less sympathetic based entirely on the fact that she couldn't be empathetic. However, he had to try.

He took a deep breath and started, not worrying about people overhearing because he corridor had completely emptied out thanks to Azimio's shouting.

"Well 'Cedes, i don't really expect you to understand, but yes, i was just making out with David Karofsky. And before you say it, the guy who bullied me for years, tormented me, stole from me and them threatened to kill me, yes i know. But he's changed Mercedes, Tina, and i truly believe that he has, and when he came to me asking for help i couldn't not give it."

As they both looked skeptical he quickly launched into the story of Dave's wanting to come out, and his bewilderment as to how exactly would be the best way, but didn't get all the way through before Tina was asking questions for the both of them.

"Kurt, hold on, so he came to you wanting you to help him come out as school, i get that. But how did you already know? I'm pretty sure he hadn't told you before, and i don't remember anything that would have made you guess and confront him Kurt. Why didn't you say anything to us?" She tilted her head to the side, trying to understand.

He felt his stomach fill with something akin to butterflies as he tried to think of a way to answer the question truthfully without revealing the horrific first kiss. In the end, he just went for an abridged version of the truth to keep the confusion down.

"Well, you're right, he didn't really tell me, but facts are facts, i knew, let's leave it at that shall we? But the point is, tell you? Tina, that wasn't my secret to tell. If it was anything about myself you would know in a heartbeat, but this? No one knew, and it was not my place to tell."

As he had been speaking both Tina and Mercedes had been looking more and more awkward and apologetic, and by the end they were both nodding along with what he was saying. Mercedes knew from when Kurt had come out to her that it was one of the most nerve wracking things ever, so who was she to question when he could tell her about something like that? She knew it wasn't right to be angry about that.

"Kurt, you're right, and i'm sorry for putting pressure on you boo, i shouldn't have. But that still doesn't explain how you went from helping him out to kissing him! How did he... ?"

Her voice trailed off under the healfhearted glare from Kurt as he said "'Cedes, how come it's always him suggesting these things, if you must know this was the course of action i suggested as the best way to come out. Quick, easy, and no one would disbelieve it. And you're not telling anyone to their face so they can't hit you, but i guess that one backfired." He mused, eyes dropping to the floor.

They both started at him, speechless for once about him suggesting it, so he took it as his cue to leave and just nodded and smiled at them, preparing to scramble away before they could ask anything else awkward about Dave's kiss and he ended up slipping. However, he just wasn't quite fast enough.

"Kurt, i suppose you were doing the honourable thing, but what about Blaine?"

Damn them.

That was the kicker wasn't it. Because try as he might have to justify their actions to Dave beforehand, he couldn't be completely sure about the reaction of his boyfriend. He was sure that he wouldn't mind, that he would know that Kurt waa just helping out a friend, but he knew that he hadn't checked.

He turned, facing them again, and plastered a smile on his face as he spoke to them, saying "Oh, don't worry about that. He knows i was just helping out a friend. Besides, i'm sure he would've done the exact same thing in his position."

Then he hugged them tightly and jogged quickly off to his lesson, stopping at the toilets on the way. Thankfully they were deserted, so he pulled his phone out as well to check for messages.

You have thirteen new messages.

Okay, damn, lots of people wanted to tell him something.

Opening them, he found that the first one was spam off his phone network, the second was his father asking him if he could have a certain meal on the diet he was still on after his heart attack, and the rest were off people in glee.

All eleven of them, and he was pretty sure from scanning them that all of them were asking him some variation of 'What the hell?"

Sighing, and deciding that he really couldn't be bothered right at that moment, he began to delete them all one by one, right down to the last one. As he stopped to look at it, he realised that it was off Finn, and he opened his step-brother's message just out of curiosity.

Dude, w.t actual hell? Did Karofsky jst kiss u? I thought u wer w/Blaine, wtf u doin to him Kurt?

Touched by his brotherly protectiveness Kurt smiled, ignoring the text speak, but then realised what he was saying and frowned, wondering just what he had said to Blaine if he was thinking about him so clearly.

He had checked who sent the messages and none of them were off his boyfriend, so he was reassured, but just as he was putting his phone away it started to vibrate, indicating a phone call.

"Hello?" He sounded breathless even to his ears.

"Kurt? Kurt what the hell just happened? Did he force himself on you again, because i swear, i will come down there so fast, he wouldn't know what hit him! Are you okay, did anyone say anything, my god are you alright?" Blaine blurted, sounding panicked as he spoke.

Hastening to reassure his boyfriend, Kurt quickly said "Oh no, no it was nothing like that Blaine honestly, when i said that he had been much better these past few weeks i wasn't lying. He came to me asking for my help in coming out and well, that was it..."

As he trailed off he heard silence on the other end, and was worried for a fraction of a heartbeat, before a harsh, disgusted voice rang down the line.

"Oh, poor Karofsky, perfect, never ever touched a little hair on your head Karofsky asks you a favour and you just jump when he says so, going through his hoops, never mind that you might have a boyfriend, i'm not important. What the hell were you thinking Kurt? Where was your brain when you agreed to his little scheme?"

Blaine paused to draw breath and Kurt was shocked. He had never seen such a vindictive, nasty streak in Blaine before, and he didn't know why, but it made some part of him want to scream and shout and yell profanities back at him.

"His little scheme? It was my idea so that he could come out as painfully and as quickly and as easily as possible, and i thought you'd respect that! I was helping out a friend, and i'm sure you'd do the same thing." He spat, his voice growing cold with anger as he paced aorund the bathroom, his strides quickening with every word.

Blaine apparently didn't like his reasoning, for Kurt could hear a hard laugh down the phone, and then he was saying "Friend? Friend? I bet you were with him on the side, getting your fix with him every day at school while i waited patiently for you to come and see me, never doubting you, course you weren't going to get in trouble, perfect little Kurt. What were you doing, blowing him like a good little-"

"Fuck you!" Kurt growled down the phone, surprised himself at the venom in his voice, before hanging up and wishing he was on the house phone so he could slam it down hard as he could.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly fainted from shock as he turned around, white as a sheet, panicking about who it was. However, he relaxed a moment later when he saw it was Dave, standing behind him with a pained look on his face and looking as if he were about to cry.

"Kurt, i'm so sorry, i never meant to... I didn't want to... I'm sorry he..." He trailed off, looking at Kurt with expressive eyes, and it was all he could do not to hug the taller boy. When he saw his bottom lip start to tremble he did just that.

"Dave, don't you ever say sorry, this whole hting wasn't your idea, and it's his problem, not yours! I can deal with it later, we'll sort it out, he's just... frustrated i suppose. Don't feel bad about this, okay?" He said the last part leaning back and holding Dave's shoulders as he stared into his eyes, willing him to agree.

Dave shifted from foot to foot, then said "Okay, i suppose you're right. But Kurt, i don't ever want to be the reason you and... Blaine broke up, it's not me. I won't be a home wrecker."

Kurt just smiled sadly and said "I'm sure it'll be fine, but if it isn't, that still doesn't make you a home wrecker, understand?" Look, we'd better get to lesson, but just... Keep your chin up, stay strong. The can't bring you down no matter what they say."

He knew he was quoting song lyrics, but he didn't care. Especially not when Dave smiled as he said it, grinning and rolling his eyes. He quickly washed his hands and then walked to the door, smiling back over his shoulder at Dave as he went and hoping that the nervous expression on the jock's face wasn't because of him.

This was it. The moment he had been dreading since his talk with Az in the locker room.

He was sat outside his house in his truck, watching the minutes tick by on his clock and hoping that his parents couldn't see it, and weren't wondering what he was doing.

He had been trying to work up the courage to go inside and tell them he was gay for about twenty minutes, but every time he bottled it. Something to do with Kurt's presence earlier had kept him sane the last time, but without the petite brunette he felt like his world was caving in slightly every time he thought about it.

He closed his eyes once again and squeezed his eyelids tight, trying to convince himself that it would all disappear if he wished hard enough. But when it was still there when he opened them he knew that he couldn't sit around in his truck all night.

So, steeling himself and mentally preparing for all eventualities, hoping that screaming was kept to a minimum, he grabbed his keys from the ignition and opened his door, slamming it hard shut behind him and sprinting for the front door when he realised that it was raining, something he hadn't even noticed while he was hyperventilating in his truck.

He reached the front door and fumbled his key, nearly dropping it as he tried to get it in the lock, before finally managing it on his third try. Stepping through the doorway, he glanced into the hallway, relieved to find it deserted as he hung up his letterman and toed off his shoes, before padding down the hall.

However, just as he reached the first door, for the kitchen, the other one opened and a shadow appeared in the doorway, before his mom stepped out, closing the door softly behind her before she turned to him.

Supressing his panic, he swallowed again and started to speak just at the same time she opened her mouth, both saying the same thing.

"We need to talk."

A/N: Dun-dun-duuun... So yeah, sorry about the cliffhanger, i couldn't resist, and also i'm posting at 3.28am and i don't think i'd be awake to type any more. That said, all mistakes are mine and there will probably be a few spelling errors because i really am starting to get sleepy.

Sorry about the long time between updates, my other story caught up with me and battered me over the head with a 10,000 word chapter, but here i am again :)

So, i hope you liked it, let me know what you think? x