-MONDAY- DAYS UNTIL PROM: 33 -

Kurt took a deep breath, one arm hooked in Santana's and the other in Mercedes'. They nodded to one another, and with that final confidence building moment, they stepped inside McKinley High.

At first, it was very little. Whispers and Looks. But there were no jocks around, so who knew what would happen when they arrived.

Kurt held his nose high in the air, proud and out as he had always been and Santana glared arrogantly at anyone who even thought about looking at them funny.

"Well, so far, so good." Mercedes muttered to them quietly.

"Which, now that you said it, means that it's going to change. Thanks for the jinx." Santana hissed as she saw the jocks appear around the corner.

"Well, well, look who it is! The faggot and his fag hags!" the front one cooed. It was noticeably not Azimio or Karofsky.

"Actually, I'll let you know I'm not a fag hag, I prefer dyke if you're gonna call me anything." Santana flipped her hair behind her shoulder. The football players looked uncomprehendingly at her.

"Like, a lesbian?" one piped up.

"Yeah, I like the lady parts. They're much better than the guys." Santana waved them off, "Bye now." She attempted to pull Kurt and Mercedes' pass them, but they blocked them.

"No, no, let's talk more." One growled. As he took a step closer to Kurt in particularly, a line of red and white skirts started to file in front of them. The lead Cheerio opened a piece of paper she was holding. She cleared her throat.

"On the combined orders of Coach Sylvester and Coach Beiste, any football player, cheerleader, and/or student of McKinley High School found to be harassing, bullying, or threatening any member of the gay, lesbian, or bisexual community will have all priveleges revoked, such as football, or cheerleading. And, especially from Coach Sylvester, anyone seen to be doing any act against the GLBT community at McKinley will have their life made into a living hell, compliments of Coach Sylvester. Meaning, no cheerleaders will be allowed to sleep with said offender, no outside contact with any friends of any sort, and most importantly, no prom."

The Cheerio closed the paper and nodded to dumbstruck student body of McKinley. "That is all." And with that, the Cheerios filed away in a line. Santana smirked.

"Now move on over, dumbasses." She snapped, pushing passed the football team.

"Yo, Karofsky, check this out." Azimio appeared in his vision range, holding a clipboard. Dave grabbed it from him.

Protect Your Prom

On Friday, two boys attempted to buy tickets to McKinley's, our prom, together!

It is rumored that they are going to try to go to prom anyway!

Sign this petition to avoid that from happening.

Only you can stop this disgusting thing from happening!

And a lot of people had signed. Dave stared at it blankly. Azimio continued, "All the football players signed, except the glee freaks. It was probably Hummel and whoever he's screwing that tried to go." Azimio shook his head, "Gross, huh?"

Karofsky felt his blood boil slightly, but under the rage, seeped a feeling of deep, deep dread. He couldn't stop this now. It had to happen. Taking the clipboard, he dropped it in the nearest trash can.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Azimio asked in surprise. Dave turned to him.

"Azimio, you're my best friend, you know that right?" Dave asked seriously. Seriously enough, that Azimio stood straighter, face turning solemn.

"Of course Dave. Why?" he asked, glancing around at the mostly empty halls. Dave did the same.

"I need to tell you something. " Dave spun around, letting Azimio follow him.

Burt sighed, taking a break from the car he was working on. He wiped his hands on the already dirt rag he was holding, before taking his cap off and running a hand over his head.

"Oh Uh, basic Burt Hummel stress symbol right there." one of the other mechanics stated. Burt shook his head. "What's going on Burt?" he asked.

"Nothing Jim." Burt offered a weak fake smile.

"Sure, looks like nothing." another mechanic nodded sarcastically.

"Bob, Jim, it's okay you guys. It's not a big deal." Burt assured them. Both stared at him. "Okay fine. You know my son, Kurt?"

"Of course we know the little grease monkey! He practically grew up in the shop!" Jim laughed. Then he realized something, eyes narrowing, "Why? What's wrong? Is someone screwing with him again?"

"No, no. He got a boyfriend, did I tell you that?" Burt smiled slightly.

"Oh Uh. I see your problem. You need us to take care of the boy?" Bob cracked his knuckles, shockingly serious. Burt laughed.

"Oh no. He's a good kid. A real good kid. You remember, he came into the shop once?" Burt nodded to Jim.

"The one who tried to get you to have the sex talk with Kurt?" Jim asked with a laugh.

"That's the one." Burt nodded with another chuckle, "The problem is the jerks at McKinley. The principal and the students and the parents of students. They won't let Kurt and Blaine go to prom together."

"What?"

"That's not fucking right!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. That's why we, Kurt and Blaine's friends, the good parents, the good teachers, are fighting the system. We're gonna figure out a way to let them go to prom if it's the last thing we do." Burt swore. He shook his head, "The kids started calling it the 'GLPL', The Gay Lesbian Prom League."

"Well then, the league has two more members." Bob stated.

"Count us in." Jim agreed. Burt sighed, but he was smiling.

"You guys don't have to do that. It could cause problems for you guys and your family." Burt warned.

"Please Judy thinks of Kurt as her own. She'll probably want in too." Jim spoke of his wife. Bob nodded his agreement.

"Yeah, Miranda was on the Cheerios with Kurt last year, she adores him." Bob told Burt about his daughter.

"Okay then, thanks for the help." Burt grinned, before getting back to work.

"Karofsky man, you're freaking me out here." Azimio warned as Dave checked for the fifth time that they were completely alone in the locker room.

"Sorry." Dave grumbled, "Just, hear me out before you react, okay Az?" he begged. He didn't know what he would do if Az reacted the way he expected him to, badly.

"Sure, sure." Azimio agreed with wide eyes, "Go on Dave. I'm here for you." Dave's heart broke from that statement. That may be true now, but who knew about after that.

"Okay..." Dave paused for a moment, best way to do this? "I'm gay." Straight forward. Azimio looked at him expectantly. "Well? Did you hear me?" Dave asked nervously after a few seconds of silence. Azimio blinked.

"Well, when you said, 'Hear me out before you react', I'd thought there'd be more than three words." Azimio shook his head, "Listen to me Karofsky, and listen to me good." Dave swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I'm listening." he managed to rasp out.

"You and Evans need to be a little more secretive in your relationship if you want it kept as a secret." Azimio shook his head as Dave's mouth popped open, "I've known for a few weeks now, and yeah, sure, at first I was freaking the fuck out, but after I thought about it for a while..." Azimio shook his head, "You're still my best boy Karofsky!"

Dave stumbled back, slamming into a locker, stunned, before the reality of what was just said sunk in.

Azimio groaned as all over two hundred pounds of his best friend slammed into him, nearly hugging the life out of him.

"Come on Karofsky, don't tell me you're going soft on me now." he complained.

But when Dave would later accuse him of hugging back, Azimio would almost be telling the truth when he denied it.

Karofsky was ready to come out to his best friend, but not to anyone else. That was why it was a problem that one Jacob Ben Israel pocketed his video camera from around the corner.

"Biggest scoop ever!" he whispered.

More problems to come...