"What?" Kurt screeched, jumping away from Santana. He ran a hand through his hair, starting to pace. "They can't do that!" he growled. "I mean- They can't." he paused, eyes watering, "They can't do that, right Blaine?" he whimpered.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Mercedes whispered from the table. Kurt glanced to his family and friends, before shaking his head.
"I don't know." Blaine answered the question truthfully. "What do you think we can do?" he asked wearily.
"I don't know." Kurt mumbled, before another burst of rage ran through him. He spun around, in need of a release. Pulling something Finn would probably do in his anger, he kicked over his dining chair. "How dare they?" he yowled.
"Kurt!" Burt objected, also standing, "What's going on?" Kurt shook his hand, silently throwing his phone at his Dad, before storming up the steps to his room. He dropped down onto his bed, angry tears threatened to spill out of his eyes.
"Blaine?" Burt asked hesitantly, "What's going on?" Blaine heaved a sigh.
"I wasn't allowed to buy Kurt and I tickets to the prom. We're not allowed to go to the prom. They said…" Blaine paused, before shaking his head.
Blaine glanced back as his car locked. He slipped his keys into his pocket. It was only about three thirty, maybe after he bought the tickets he could 'spy' on the New Directions.
It took him a few seconds, but eventually he found the stand where the tickets were being sold. Jeez, twenty five bucks per ticket? In McKinley's mediocre gym? Blaine shook his head. Hey, he had probably spent the fifty bucks the tickets cost on coffee in the last few months with Kurt.
"Hello. Two tickets." Blaine stated charmingly to the two cheerleaders looking utterly bored behind the table. They glanced up in interest as they saw him.
"Well hello cutie." One started ringing him up, "You bringing your girlfriend to prom with this other ticket?" she asked curiously. Blaine chuckled.
"Not exactly." He stated.
"Oh really, then-" the other eagerly began, but was cut off.
"Girls! Who is this boy? And why are you selling him tickets? He does not go to McKinley!" an indian man in a suit started to approach. Blaine stepped backwards carefully.
"No sir, I don't. I go to Dalton." Blaine gestured to the uniform he was wearing, "But my boyfriend does go to McKinley and-"
"Boyfriend?" one of the cheerleaders tilted her head.
"You plan on going together?" the principal, Blaine assumed, asked. An uneasy feeling brewed in the pit of his stomach.
"Yes." He answered cautiously, but firmly. The principal shook his head.
"No. That won't do. Parents and students will complain. Two males going to the prom together would be an abomination. Girls, do not sell him tickets." The principal commanded as Blaine's mouth dropped open, "Good day." He pushed pass Blaine, who was too stunned to do anything.
The cheerleaders looked sympathetically to him. "Sorry baby." One of them shrugged, "If it was up to us we'd sell you the tickets." She shook her head. The other nodded in agreement, leaning over the table and giving Blaine's hand a squeeze. He nodded hollowly.
"Thank you. Goodbye." He vaguely heard himself say, before he was bolting. He managed to make it to his car before it all came crashing down on him.
He would lie if anyone said he cried into his steering wheel for a longtime.
Burt's grip tightened on the phone dangerously. "He said what?" he said carefully. "No-No." Burt cut off Blaine as he was about to repeat himself. "Don't worry. This won't stand." Burt shook his head, "Call Kurt later." Was the last thing he said before ending the call and slamming the phone down on the table. Everyone jumped.
"Mr. Hummel, what's going on?" Rachel asked warily.
"Burt..." Carole soothed carefully.
"That crack-job principal wouldn't let Kurt and Blaine go to the prom together. He wouldn't let Blaine buy tickets, said having two boys go to the prom together would be an abomination." Burt looked disgusted just saying those words.
"Oh hell to the naw!" -Mercedes
"What? My Dads will be hearing about this!" -Rachel
"Bull shit! No fucking way!" –Santana
"They can't do that!" –Finn
"Oh no! We have to do something!" -Carole
"We will." Kurt reappeared at the top of the steps, crying finished, determination taking it's place. "If I have to fight for my right to go to the prom, then I'm going to." He declared defiantly. He glanced at his Dad. "No matter what you say I'm going to do this." Burt stepped towards his son.
"No, you're not going to do this." Burt decided. Kurt opened his mouth to object, but Burt silenced him, "We're going to do this."
"All of us." Mercedes chimed in. Rachel nodded her agreement. Carole and Finn both smiled.
"Of course I'm in. If they're against two guys, of course they're against two girls, which means that I have a problem with Figgins." Santana held her chin up arrogantly. Burt and Carole both spared her a look at that, but let it go.
"Invite your friends over, anyone who will support us. The more people we have, the easier this will be." Burt explained.
"But no matter what, you guys are going to the prom together." Finn swore.
"Thank you guys." Kurt grinned, eyes getting watery again. "I'm calling Blaine now."
No one expected this. There weren't enough seats in the Hummel house to fit all the supporters.
Wes and David, plus Blaine.
All 12 New Directions, plus Kurt.
Burt and Carole Hummel.
Valerie and Tiffany Jones. –Mercedes' Mom and Grandma.
Lucy Lopez. –Santana's Mom.
Marisa and Derek Pierce. –Brittany's Parents.
Nora and Sarah Puckerman. – Puck's Mom and Sister.
And Three Faculty Members- Emma Pillsbury, Shannon Beiste, and of course, Will Schuester.
In total, twenty eight, TWENTY EIGHT, TWENTY EIGHT people. All there because they wanted to support Kurt and Blaine and all other homosexuals who were facing the prom problem. Wait, make that a solid thirty…
"Dads! Finally!" Rachel exclaimed as Burt let the two men enter. Kurt and Blaine both looked up from where they were sitting on a love seat, holding hands.
"Patience is a virtue Rachel." One reminded her, "I'm Leroy Berry, and this is my husband, Hiram." He gestured to the man beside him.
"Husband?" Blaine asked in awe. Leroy glanced towards him, then his eyes zeroed in on their clasped hands. He made his way over.
"You must be Blaine and Kurt. And yes, it may not be considered valid here in rinky dinky Ohio, but we are legally married in places it's, well, legal." Leroy shook their hands.
"Hi." Kurt managed. Hiram and Leroy both laughed at his stunned, but impressed tone. "Rachel, why was it you never introduced me to your parents before?" Kurt turned his glare on her.
"It never came up!" Rachel objected. "It's not like you ever visited my home when they were actually there!"
"I don't even want to know what that means young lady." Hiram groused, and all the parents chuckled.
"Okay, well, let's get this meeting started." Will took control. Everyone started talking at once.
"Let's protest, big signs, all that stuff!"
"We can go to ACLU, the American Civil Liberties Union, or the HRC, the Human Rights Campaign."
"Yeah, they're especially set up for the GLTB community."
"Just go anyway, see if they try and kick you out."
"If we get enough people to sign a petition, Figgins and everyone else would have to let you go!"
Emma frantically attempted to scribble down all the ideas as they came out of mouths across the room. A shrill whistle broke across the room, silencing everyone.
"These ideas are all amazing, but at the moment, we just need a current plan. What are we going to do come Monday?" Blaine asked, "At Dalton, we could probably start a petition as Rachel suggested, but I don't think it will have that much effect at McKinley. As for protests, we really don't want anything to get violent, which is a possibility with those." Blaine continued.
"Let's just wait and see what happens on Monday. There is a chance that this will get violent whether we do something or not." Leroy explained, "Ohio is very closed-minded."
"Blaine should be fine at Dalton. They have a no harassment policy, but I think Kurt…and I suppose everyone who attends McKinley really, should have atleast one other person with them." Burt sighed, taking his hat off and running a hand over his head.
"Yes, and Shannon, Emma, and I will watch out for them in the halls." Will agreed.
"Yes, perhaps you can just use the smell of your hair gel to ward off any potential evil. I can smell it from over here."
"Coach Sylvester?" Kurt stood. "How did you get in?"
"Your door was unlocked. Porcelain, who did I tell you to come to first if anyone gave you any problems?" Sue nodded as Kurt's mouth popped open, "I will have your back in those hallways," her gaze landed on Santana and she sighed, "I guess I'll watch Lesbian McFakeBoobs too then."
"I-" Santana shook her head, "Thank you." She sighed as her Mom grabbed her hand.
"Okay, well I guess at least we know who is behind us now." Carole smiled slightly, "It's getting late. I guess we can meet again on Monday night." She stated.
"We have a two hour drive from Westerville." Wes piped in, while Blaine elbowed him in the stomach.
"It's fine." He assured them.
"No it's not. We can't have you boys driving to Lima every night." Emma disagreed. "They can come over on the weekends, and maybe once a week." She informed them, as all the parents murmured their agreement.
"Okay." Blaine reluctantly agreed.
"Well then bitches," Puck grinned as a few of the adults grumbled and his Mom slapped him in the back of the head. "To the GLPL!" he stuck his hand in the middle.
"GLPL?" Rachel asked dubiously, but put her hand on top of his, a few others coming on top of theirs.
"The Gay Lesbian Prom League!" he declared to the laughter of the others.
"GLPL!"
But they really didn't know how difficult this would be...