A/N Thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you all are enjoying this! I have no idea where it is going to end up, but I'm happy you are choosing to join me for the ride!

Yes, I know I kind of rushed the whole restitution process, but it was necessary to keep the story flowing.

Reviews are like breath mints, they can be quite refreshing.

It worked. His formula worked. Or did it? Could the incident with Karofsky earlier have been something else entirely? He'd been covered in the formula while going over Noah's math homework, and the other boy hadn't reacted. Or had he? He had seemed more...flirtatious than usual this morning. He needed to experiment further.

He dressed quickly and returned to the lab, knowing no one would be there for another hour and a half. He stopped to observe the mice in their cages, noting that while the female subjects still seemed completely unaffected, the three male subjects still showed increased affection. He studied the three males.

When he had purchased the new mice the afternoon before, he had made certain to observe them long enough to know that both male rodents showed homosexual tendencies, but had ignored each other. The third male had showed no interest in other males. What if he placed the third male in the cage with the other two males, while under the influence of the formula? Would the 'straight' mouse become attracted to males?

He carefully removed the large male, whom he had named Gunn (after Tim Gunn from Project Runway,) and placed him into the cage with the two new males. He then retrieved the atomizer from earlier and spritzed the cage again. While Gunn did begin to groom the other two males, he showed no sexual interest in either of the two smaller males.

Interesting. He hypothesized that the formula could possibly make straight males more affectionate towards the same sex, but would not affect their sexual orientation. Was that why Karofsky had responded more...enthusiastically than Noah had?

As a gay teen, he could see the possible use of this as a way for other boys like him to avoid being bullied, if it lowered aggression and increased at least platonic affection. Of course, the incident with Karofsky outlined one possible drawback. And what other ramifications could there be? He really needed to try more experiments.

The bell rang, indicating the start of school. He locked the mice away in the storage locker, knowing the other students wouldn't leave them alone, and took both the bottle of formula and the vial of pheromones, and put them in his locker.

He was making his way to his first class when a hand grabbed him and pulled him into an empty classroom. He was roughly shoved up against the wall, and Karofsky growled in his face.

"Did you tell anyone?" He demanded. Kurt shook his head no, fear coursing through him. "Good, cause if I find out you told anyone, I will kill you!"

And then he punched Kurt in the face. He slumped to the floor, stunned. He could feel a trickle of blood from the side of his nose, where the bridge of his glasses had cut into him. Said glasses had flown off unto the floor. He heard the crunch of the lenses shattering as Karofsky stomped on them on the way out.

He sat there for a long while, afraid to move. He flinched when the door eventually opened. Mr. Schuester was surprised when he saw him sitting there, blood still flowing from the gash on his nose.

"Kurt! Oh my god, what happened?" He glanced down when he heard the crunching of broken glasses. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse."

He helped the boy to his feet, and lead him to the office. Half an hour later, Kurt was sitting in Principal Figgins' office beside his dad. Burt Hummel was livid. "I warned you last year, Figgins, you've done a piss poor job protecting my son in this school! You knew he was being bullied, and you did nothing to stop it, and now my son is sitting here too traumatized to speak!"

"I am sorry, Mr. Hummel! As I told you last year, my hands are tied! If no one will come forward and report the bullying, I can do nothing about it!"

"My son did come forward! He told you about the bullying, about the constant verbal abuse..."

"Yes, but no one else will admit to witnessing it! It comes down to his word against theirs!"

"That's bull and you know it! I'm done talking to you! From now on you can talk to my lawyer!"

He stood up and urged Kurt to his feet. "Come on, Let's get your things from your locker. You won't be coming back to this hell hole."

Burt went to collect the mice from the lab, as Kurt collected his things. Rachel stopped by while he was emptying his locker. "Kurt, I heard you were injured. I hope the injury won't affect your ability to sing and dance for Sectionals next week. Your backup vocals compliment my talent perfectly, and I absolutely refuse to lose to a bunch of old people because you injured yourself."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Did you even bother to find out how I was injured? Do you even care about anyone but yourself, Rachel?"

"Well really, Kurt, I'm not just worried about me. I'm worried about New Directions, too. You know Sue will disband us if we lose! You're being awfully selfish, Kurt!"

"I'm being selfish? I suppose it was very selfish of me to have someone punch me in the face! I suppose it was selfish of me when they stomped on my glasses! I suppose it was selfish of me when that someone threatened to kill me!" He shouted. The hallway suddenly got very silent as people stopped and stared. He slammed his empty locker shut and shoved past the short brunette. His exit was only slightly marred by the fact that he couldn't see very well and almost walked into the door frame.

Once he got home, he found his box of disposable contacts. Once he could see more clearly, he went down to his lab, but he couldn't focus on anything. His mind was racing. He didn't want to go back to McKinley, but where else would he go to school? He briefly thought about Dalton, but knew that even if he got a scholarship, his dad still couldn't afford to send him there.

He knew he could do home schooling online, could probably finish his last two years of high school in a matter of weeks that way, but he needed extra curriculars for his college applications. That was part of why he'd joined New Directions to begin with.

He could hear his dad shouting upstairs, on the phone with the school district about their BS bullying policy, threatening to sue them for every penny they had. Kurt was worried about his dad's heart. He'd already had one heart attack. Kurt felt ashamed that his dad was stressing out because of him.

The yelling died out after a little while, but Kurt just sat there staring at the three cages of mice. After a while, his dad came down the stairs to talk to him. "How you holding up, kiddo?"

"I'm okay, Dad. How about you? How is your heart?" He asked with concern.

"My heart is fine, don't you worry about that." He pulled up another stool and sat beside the auburn haired boy. "I talked to Matt Pritchet, that lawyer friend who owes me a favor. He thinks we have a good case, if we want to sue. But you have to tell us who hit you."

Kurt shuddered. "I-I can't, Dad. He said he'd kill me."

"I won't let that happen. And you should know there is an alternative. The school board is very interested in keeping this all hushed up. They are willing pay restitution. It's not much, but it would be enough to send you to that fancy boarding school you've been talking about, with some left over for you to do what ever you want with."

Kurt blinked. He could go to Dalton? He could have access to that state of the art science lab? He could find the boy who sang Teenage Dream.

He mentally slapped himself for that last thought. He didn't need any more complications in his life. Besides, the boy was more than likely straight.

He glanced down at the counter top, spotting the vial of pheromones and bottle of formula, and another thought occurred to him. He would be surrounded by boys his own age. He could use the opportunity to experiment more with the formula, see what the side effects were, and just how it works on both gay and straight students.

Kurt nodded. "Okay."

"Are you sure, buddy? You know we could probably get five times as much if we go to court."

"I'm not really interested in the money. Dalton has a state of the art science lab, and their Glee club is apparently very good. If I want to get into Harvard, I need to finish my research project, and having extra curricular activities will help with scholarships."

"Okay. Tomorrow morning we'll go down to the superintendent's office and get them to cut the check, and get you enrolled at Dalton."

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt smiled and hugged his father. As Burt was about to climb the stairs, Kurt had a thought. "Hey dad, you said there would be some money left over for me to do anything I want with?" His dad nodded. "Could you advance me a little of that today? I want to get a hair cut, and maybe buy a few new clothes. I'll be wearing a uniform at Dalton, but I could use a few things for after school and weekends."

"Sure, bud."

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt stood and went into the bathroom adjacent to his lab, looking at himself in the mirror. Without his glasses, he was actually somewhat attractive. He no longer looked like a bug eyed elf. If he got his hair styled different, and updated his wardrobe he might even look a little...sexy.

The thought made him blush. New school, new start, he thought to himself.

Goodbye gay Urkel, hello sexy Kurt Hummel.