A.N. I checked the date on this and I wrote it nearly four months ago. I hadn't like it so much, but looking at it again, it seems better. Still, I really want to end this story soon I think (the day I finish a story, it will be a miracle right?) I believe that back then I intended for this to be the last chapter, but now I ended up cutting it off. That means there are only about one or two chapters left I think? That is if anyone care. ;) Sorry, I am the worst author ever. Anyways, here it is.

Everyday the sun descended downwards towards the West, transforming the day into the night. Only on special occasions was the spectacular sight not taken for granted. Even now, Kurt and Dave paid no attention to it as they kissed beside the seed they had just planted, which was nestled firmly into the dirt.

The sun performed its final trick of the day, illuminating the two of them in brilliant shades of orange and pink, before the light disappeared altogether. The last thing they saw in the natural light was each other, identical smiles on their faces. Neither of them could put into words how they'd gotten to this point, so quickly too, but they both knew it didn't matter right now. Perhaps it was best not to put it into words- because sometimes words did this funny little thing where they ruined everything.

Paul Karofsky didn't usually come home early from work. In fact, some would say that he was a work-a-holic. Ok, not some. Everyone. It was rare for Jennifer Karofksy to answer the phone and claim that her husband was home in the daytime. He felt bad about it because he knew he was neglecting his family, but in other ways, he was helping them. He was bringing in the money, and that was the most important thing. He was sustaining his family's needs.

The only reason this day stood apart from the others was that he was actually told to go home, but not in a rude way. His boss insisted.

"Paul, you've been working really hard… for, well, ever! I think. Why don't you take a break? Leave work early tonight?" The question had caught him off guard. His boss never suggested anyone have time off.

"No Ted, I couldn't possibly leave now wi-"

"That's nonsense! Look, Paul, you are the hardest worker here and we all agreed you need a vacation, right Angelo?" Ted grabbed a hold of the nearest employee to him, whose name was actually Aaron, and asked his opinion. Of course no one said no to the boss. "See! Now go ahead and go home, I am sure you're family will be pleasantly surprised."

Paul smiled. "I am sure they will be." He then left work, and headed back to his house.

Upon arriving at his house, he found it dark. Surprised, he glanced to check what cars were there. David's was there, but Jennifer's was still missing. He hadn't bothered to pay attention to her plans for the day, because they normally didn't concern him, but today he found he regretted that.

"David?" he called out into the house as the darkness was beginning to take over. Why his son would be sitting in the dark puzzled him, but he wasn't going to wonder about it. He continued to call out his name, only stopping to turn on the entryway light as he traveled through the house.

The bright light from the last remnants of the sun had suddenly caught his eye as it angled straight into the Karofsky household, drawing his attention towards the sliding glass door, which led to the backyard. Making its final assault, the sun blinded his eyes momentarily, as he stumbled forward a bit. He opened his eyes only to see the worst sight possible. At least to him.

His son, David Karofsky, was kissing that Hummel kid. He thought he was gone, shipped off to some boarding school. Stony faced, Paul Karofsky banged his fist against the door to catch their attention and then yelled out to his son.

"David!"

It was as if his name was ringing throughout the world. The tone of disappointment, disgust, anger. Emotions you'd never want directed towards you from your dad.

David turned his head up hesitantly, his face now terrified.

Kurt turned his head away, baffled, and not sure how to deal with this.

Jennifer Karofsky wandered into her home, an oblivious smile on her face.

Back at his house, in his room, Azimio smiled at the knowledge that he had done something right for once.

Blaine sat detestably in his room, thinking things over.

Mr. Anderson, in the same house as his son, congratulated himself silently.

David was mortified; his father never came home this early, and the occasions that he did, there was nothing going on his life this monumental. Automatically, he stepped about a foot back from Kurt, and the look that he received made him feel like he was being hit over the chest with a sledgehammer. For a split second, Kurt stared at the freshly upturned dirt, before turning on his heels and running.

"Kurt! Wait I-"

"David!" His dad's angry voice had cut him off abruptly. Paul had finally gotten his dexterity to work again, enough to open the door and storm out to his son. "What were you doing? Why was he here?" The venom in his voice was apparent, and it made David step back in alarm. He wanted nothing more than to chase after Kurt, but in the dark, he couldn't tell where he was going and he couldn't just run away from his father.

"Dad," Dave started, but the words lodged in his throat. He wanted to stand up for himself, for Kurt, but he couldn't do it. His dad had clearly seen what had happened. Obviously he was just waiting for his son to say it out loud, to see if he had the courage to admit to something his father thought to be so wrong. It would be so invigorating to just say it. That he had been kissing Kurt Hummel. Except he couldn't.

The smugness he could see in his father's eyes, mixed in with the disapproval, made him feel as though he were going to die inside. His father was grasping at any tendrils of pride he thought he could still feel for what was left of his son.

It was Dave's hesitation to say that he was gay that Paul clutched onto. He could bring his son to his senses. It wouldn't be the first time his father had felt he had to 'guide him' in the right direction.

"What's going on here?" They both turned to see Jennifer Karofsky standing in the doorway, holding two grocery bags in her hands with a confused expression on her face. Her eyes had flicked momentarily towards Dave, before fixating her gaze upon her husband.

Something had caused her to come straight to the back yard. That was clear. Otherwise she would have put the bags down before. They looked heavy.

"Paul?" Her eyes were boring into him, the beginnings of a scowl evident upon her face. "Why are you home early?"

The two Karofsky men had been staring at her tersely, not wanting to look at each other. Paul Karofsky stepped a bit forward, trying to suppress his anger. "My boss said I could leave early. Look, Jennifer," there was a weird strain his voice, "that doesn't matter."

Dave wasn't sure how to take the situation. His father didn't know he was outnumbered two against one, because if Dave knew one thing, it was that his mom was going to take his side. It had been hard for him to believe that, but his mom had been more on his side than anyone, and if it hadn't been for her he wasn't sure he would have ever been able to reciprocate his feeling for Kurt in any constructive way.

He hated the way he'd been before, but today had been amazing, and he didn't want the happiness to go away. If he were being honest with himself, it felt good. The rest of the world, including his father, just couldn't see that.

There was no doubt in his mind that his mom supported his sexuality. Her methods, of course, had not been conventional. Shoving Kurt into his room surely hadn't been the right way to do things, but it did force them to tackle their problem head on. Dave would have smiled at the memory, if it weren't for his current situation.

Dave gulped, suddenly remembering the way Kurt had ran off, a hurt look in his eyes. Had their relationship ended before it begun?

Unconsciously, Dave stared at the dirt where they had just planted the seed, despite his inability to see it in the dark.

It wasn't until his mom spoke again that Dave had noticed the prolonged silence. None of them had said a single thing in the time span of a couple of minutes. He had expected his dad to start off in a degrading tangent to his wife about how his- no her- son was gay. Come up with a plan of action, insult Kurt. None of it had occurred. Instead, Jennifer spoke up first. "I saw Kurt leave."

Dave paled a little bit, waiting for his father's reaction.

"My son is not gay." It was the most irrational comment his father had ever made. Dave knew his dad just wanted to believe those words, and he was going to find a way for Dave to believe it too.

However, those words only hung in the air for about five seconds before Jennifer spoke up again.

"Yes he is."

It was best not to drive upset, but often times it was inevitable. Kurt needed to get home, and the only way that was happening was if he took himself.

Slipping back into his house, Kurt tried to sneak past everyone. He wasn't even sure they were home, but he didn't want to take the risk. The plan had gone terribly wrong however when he had bumped into Finn. The taller male had been smiling down at his phone, while Kurt had been glancing about cautiously.

"Ah, dude, sorry I- are you ok?" Finn was suddenly frowning. He stuffed his phone into his pocket to let him know he was paying attention.

When they had first become brothers, Kurt hadn't thought that Finn would ever be so… brotherly. Their interests were just too different. However, his step brother had risen to challenge and accepted his duties whole heartedly. He did care about Kurt, and honestly worried about him, and Kurt appreciated that but right now it was just a bother. He just wanted to be left alone. "Nothing," Kurt lied easily, pushing past him.

Finn turned around and stared at him in that dejected way he had perfected. "You're obviously not fine. You could tell me, you know?"

"I don't want to talk about," Kurt said. He felt bad that he was treating Finn this way, but he just needed to let it be. Making his way to his room, he closed his door and locked it.

Kurt pictured what was probably happening outside his door. Finn had followed him, and now had his hand hovering lightly above the door to knock, but decided against it. A sad look on his face, he would now probably be walking back to his room, slowly pulling his phone back out of his pocket and going about his business.

It was stupid, but he had to know that Finn had moved on (even if he didn't really know), before he completely lost himself. He sat on his bed, and sobbed.

Normally, Kurt didn't like to mull over his life, because often it sucked. Right now, he didn't know what to make of it. Everything was muddled.

Today, things had been perfect with David. Kurt couldn't even bring himself to think of him as Karofsky, because that had such a spiteful ring to it. Still, he couldn't forget what it was Dave had done, and how frightened he had been for his life. He had caused him both physical and psychological pain.

The Dave he knew now was a different person, but it still seemed crazy to fall for him. He knew it was crazy because today had been the only time they had done anything even remotely nice, seeing as their last meeting had been a stalker session. They were moving too fast, and Kurt was confused. He had planted his mom's seed in Dave's backyard, and he was starting to think he should have thought through it more but it had been a kind of spur of the moment thing.

The way Dave had stepped back away from him almost reproachfully is what had sent Kurt's mentality spiraling down, causing him to question what he thought he was doing. Dave wasn't out and proud like he was, and didn't have a supportive father. It made Kurt realize how tough the jump would be. They couldn't be public. Even Kurt's own friends would protest.

All of them despised Dave for how he had treated Kurt. It was crazy how much they cared for him, but they wouldn't understand. No one would ever understand it and he wasn't sure Dave was ready to screw society over and come out proudly as his boyfriend. That was what he saw in that look, and in that moment, it was when Kurt realized how stupid they had both been.

Sometimes it was weird how fast life happened. Kurt sighed, and fell backwards. Today he had learned more about Dave than ever before. How kind, caring, and devoted he could really be. Still, it was the only part of the true Dave he really knew, and Kurt knew nothing more. He didn't think he could date David Karofksy because he didn't know David Karofsky and that was what they needed to work on.

Blaine was sitting on his bed in a similar fashion. He had been a douche, he knew that. There was no other word to describe it. They had agreed not to go to the GAP again, yet he had done so, and had stupidly fallen for another guy. He was easily swayable, but he knew he had screwed up big time because Kurt had been special. Blaine sighed, holding his head in his hands.

"Blaine." It was his father. He looked up at him, resentfully.

"Yes, dad?"

"I got something you should see." Whenever his dad wanted to show him something, he cringed because he knew it wasn't going to end well for him. His dad hated that his son was gay, but Blaine was defiant enough to keep up his pride. Still, his father constantly beat down on him. The only reason Blaine was home was because he had been visiting with his mom, and hadn't yet gone back to Dalton. Blaine watched as his dad pulled three photographs out of his pocket. He treaded closer to him and set them down on the bed.

Blaine gasped, anger blaring up inside of him. They were photos of Kurt and Karofsky by the lake. He stared intently at the one where they were kissing. So that was what was going on? He stared up at his dad. "Why are you showing this to me?"

"He's a whore, and he is obviously guiding Paul's kid in the wrong direction- which he should be discovering by now." Blaine glared at him.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, a couple of things." With that, he walked out of the room.

Blaine growled in frustration. He never liked Karofsky because he had met him on bad terms, but he knew he had been secretly gay. Kurt had told him that, because he had been confiding in him. He didn't tell anyone because he didn't want to out Karofsky, and quite frankly, Blaine wouldn't have wanted that for him either.

His dad felt the need to vent against the world just because Blaine was gay however, and whenever he spotted someone showing some… gay tendencies, he made sure their life was hell. To remind them why it was wrong to be gay. This was the man he had for a father, and it scarred him everyday.

Gritting his teeth together, Blaine reached for his phone and texted Kurt.

'Kurt' After about ten minutes, Blaine accepted the fact that he wouldn't reply simply to his name. Why should he? Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

'I need you to listen to me. I am really sorry for what I did but this isn't about me. It's my dad, he just showed me pics of you and karofsky. Just please, hear me out about this. I don't know what's going on between you two and I guess it shouldn't concern me anyways I am trying to help him. I don't think anyone should ever be outed, but my dad doesn't think so and those pictures and oh god, I have no idea what he did with them, but I thought you should know.'

Blaine set down his phone and waited. He didn't receive a text, but a phone call.

"…Blaine… thanks for telling me."

"Yeah, no problem."

In the end, his parents ended up arguing. Honestly, it was really weird to see, because they never really did fight. That might have been due to the fact that Paul was never even home, and they had all chosen to ignore that, but he still couldn't help feel like he was pulling his own family apart. Dave didn't like to pity himself, so he didn't. He bashed himself, mentally telling himself that all of this hadn't been a good idea.

He hated himself more than anything right now, but it felt worse being hated by his dad. Dave and his dad weren't so close to each other anymore, but he was still his dad. He just wanted him to be there for him.

Paul Karofsky had a thick skull though, and it would take a lot to convince him to accept his son because society had got to him hard. There was no way he would easily accept something or someone against the norm, even if it was his son.

His son was now a freak.

Kurt hadn't gone to see Dave the next day, nor had he talked to him. Instead, he had formulated a plan with Azimio. After Kurt had told him what had happened over texts, they had come to an agreement.

It was decided that Kurt wouldn't be going back to Dalton that Monday, but instead would be on hand at Mckinley. He wasn't the most inconspicuous person however, so he would be kept in Azimio's car. It honestly wasn't the best plan, but Kurt just needed to be close by.

He held a walky talky, and Azimio held the other one. Since he was a jock, no one was apt to question what he was doing. It was weird, the popular kids could be the strangest, and no one would bat an eye, but someone considered uncool could be doing the simplest thing such as eating and be made fun of for it.

Azimio was scoping out the school. He had come early, but there were still a few people straggling around. He wasn't prone to acting like he was a fake spy, but that was what the situation felt like.

"Kurt, what am I looking for?"

"I don't know!"

He was just looking out for anything that seemed off. It was still early, but people were beginning to fill up the halls.

Azimio was going to give the all clear notice to Kurt, when his mouth fell open in shock. "Shit." He muttered into the walky talky. The hall was plastered with the pictures, and people were already staring at them, pulling them off the wall and clearly identifying his best friend. When he came in the hall, they all stared at him.

Everyone knew he was Karofsky's best friend, but they must have thought very little of him if they thought he was going to join in their jests. He was being beckoned over by some of the other students, who wanted to show him.

Azimio flipped and began to rip them all off the wall. Now people were openly staring at him, believing he'd gone insane. They weren't sure what reason he had; was he defending Karofsky or pissed off, discovering his friend was gay?

Yeah, they thought very little of him, but they were going to make sure they knew who they were messing with.

"Who the hell did this?" He yelled, the hall growing silent, as everyone glanced at each other. Azimio only had the information Kurt gave him, but he knew Blaine's father didn't come in and plaster the walls with the photos. There had to have been an accomplice.

Breathing heavily in the silence, Azimio looked around at everyone, no one confessing to it. He was about to yell out again, when people began to whisper fiercely.

Azimio swiveled around to see his friend, David Karofky, standing in horror in the beginning of the hall. Everyone was staring at him, pointing, laughing. They wore disgusted expressions. It was happening.

He could see the turmoil in his best friend's face, and it only served to make him angrier. Karofsky turned to run, but that was when Kurt had skidded up and stopped him. The whole school seemed to be massing to the area where Dave's hugely public humiliation was taking place.

Kurt cursed, but stood beside Karofsky, looking defiant. Everyone had begun talking again, and it was a loud blur of speculations and insults. Azimio wasn't sure what to do; it was going to be three against the whole school at this rate. The other jocks weren't very tolerating to these sorts of things, and if they didn't have them, they didn't really have anyone.

They should have walked in here with a better plan.

Of all the people to come save the day, Azimio wouldn't have imagined it'd be Finn Hudson. He came strolling out of the locker room, holding one of the pictures in his hand, his face scrunched up. His complete lack of regard for everyone around him had drawn the attention to him as he pushed through the crowd. He spotted Kurt, and walked towards him, eyeing Karofsky.

"Kurt, what's going on?" He whispered quietly, mindful of Karofsky.

"Remember the thing I wouldn't talk to you about the other day?"

"Oh." Finn turned around and faced the crowd, his Leatherman jacket adorning him, same as Azmio and Karofsky. He looked at the crowd some more, and then began one of his speeches.

Azimio noticed Kurt roll his eyes, but he didn't really seem as annoyed as he could have been.

"You know what; I am tired of this school. I don't see how this should matter to you. Karofsky is my friend. Sure, we have had our differences…" Azimio knew Hudson was thinking back to all the slushies they'd poured in his face. It made him interested to know where he was going with this. "but he is still my friend. I don't see how any of this should make a difference."

Anyone who played a sport headed towards the locker room in the morning to drop off their stuff. Some of the other jocks were coming in now, or were already there. Some of them looked like they were about to pop a vein. Azimio hoped that meant they were thinking hard on it.

"So… Karofsky's a homo then?" One of them asked eventually.

"No shit," another said in response. He was one of the more reluctant players on bullying tactics and he had talked to Karofsky a couple of times. He just kind of signaled with a curt nod that he didn't really care what was going on, and then backed up into the locker room.

Everyone stared at the locker room entrance for a second, before slowly training their attention back to the main show here.

Karofsky mentally took a deep breath, and calmed himself. " Yes… I'm gay."