-TUESDAY-DAYS UNTIL PROM: 32-

"Listen to me closet case." Santana stated to Dave, who was sitting next to her in her car, "There are gonna be people saying mean things, and being total jackasses, but the thing is," she smirked at him, "Who gives a fuck?"

"Really? Is that your motto?" Dave laughed, feeling slightly better about his day. He had new friends who would back him all the way, and his boyfriend would be there. Everything would be okay.

"Most definitely. Come on closet case, we're meeting your trouty mouth boyfriend." Santana got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Dave took one deep breath, before following her out. They were almost to the school when a hand slipped in his.

He glanced to his right, where his boyfriend was silently supporting him, head held high. He was even more surprised when another hand slipped in his left hand, glancing in that direction, he saw Brittany. Dave looked around him. Next to Brittany, Santana, then Kurt, and Mercedes. Next to Sam, Rachel, then Finn, and Quinn. Behind him, Puck, Lauren, Mike, Tina, and Artie. He had his own guard of gleeks.

They walked inside, and it hit them like a wave, whispers, tons of them. The first thing Karofsky saw though was Azimio, making a beeline right to them. He gently moved Brittany over, then glared at anyone who even thought about looking at them funny.

Yeah. Dave Karofsky would definitely be okay.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, Mr. and...Mr. Berry." the receptionist stumbled, glancing up at them for a moment, "Principal Figgins will see you now."

"Burt, listen to me." Leroy sidled up next to him, "I can tell that you are fuming, but you should handle this with grace and poise. Getting angry at this man will do nothing for the children." Leroy pointed out.

"Yeah, well I'm a mechanic. I don't have grace and poise." he grumbled. Figgins frowned as they walked into his office.

"Ah. I do not understand why you are here." Figgins stated.

"We're here because you won't let my kid go to prom!" Burt snarled. Carole tugged on the back of his shirt as a warning. Figgins' frown deepened.

"Yes. If I were to let two students of the same sex go together, not only would it be an embarrassment to McKinley," Leroy and Hiram bristled, "But it would undoubtedly offend most of the students attending. I can't let your son be happy while everyone else would be disgusted."

"You are aware how offending that is, correct?" Leroy snapped. Hiram poked him in the back, attempting to stop his anger. Ironically enough, he had told Burt not to loose his temper, but that was exactly what he was doing.

"I don't care what these homosexuals do behind closed doors, but at the prom? I refuse to allow this." Figgins shook his head.

"Terribly sorry to burst your little dream bubble, but homosexuals are no different then heterosexuals. You are cutting an important event out of these boy's lives." Leroy would have continued, but he was cut off.

"Okay, fine. I will allow the homosexuals to go to the prom if you get...signatures of people who would be okay with them going to the prom." Figgins held his chin up high, "Once you agree to this deal, there is no turning back, no whining. If you do not get the signatures, your children do not get to go." Figgins warned.

"Leroy-" Hiram started to caution, sensing a trick, but Burt cut him off.

"Deal." he held his hand out for Figgins to shake, and the man grinned.

"Marvelous! 10,000 signatures by prom night." Figgins stated as he shook his hand and Burt's smile dropped.

"Wait! What-"

"Goodbye now!" Figgins almost forcefully shoved them out of his office, slamming the door in their faces.

"Hey Artie. I love you, but my heart is being stupid." Brittany shared with the wheelchair bound boy. He looked at her cautiously.

"Why?" he urged, "Your heart isn't stupid." he added as an afterthought. Brittany tilted her head like a confused dog, before nodding.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It does know that you love Tina." she cut him off as she started to protest. "No! It's okay, because she loves you too and I love someone else too!" Brittany assured him. Artie stared at her silently for a few moments, then sighed.

"You love Santana, don't you?" he guessed. Brittany gasped.

"Wow Artie! Your heart is really smart too!" he smiled wearily at her amazement.

"Yeah Britt, I guess it is." he patted her hand as they walked back out.

"Yes, I understand my Dad was just trying to help, but god, 10,000 signatures?" Kurt whined, on his back in bed, talking on the phone with his boyfriend.

"At least your Dad cares at all." Blaine mumbled, leaning on his stomach on his bed at Dalton. Kurt tilted his head.

"How would you know if your Dad cares? It's not like you every talk to him." Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not like he really accepts me. I guess I can't complain though. At least my parents just pretend like my sexuality doesn't exist, and didn't kick me out or anything like Dave's parents did." Blaine sighed. "As long as son Blaine doesn't ruin Senator Anderson's campaign." he stated mockingly.

"I think, that your parents love you, but they just don't know how to deal. My Dad and I still get awkward all the time. Remember when my Dad caught us making out on the couch?" Kurt teased lightly, "I think all three of us are still scarred from that talk he had with us." he laughed, Blaine joining in after a few seconds.

"Mmmmhmmm." Blaine agreed. "I missed you. I mean, I know I saw you two days ago, but I miss you anyway. Did I ever tell you how much I dislike that guidance councilor of your's? Now I have to wait three whole days, three whole days before I see you again." Blaine sighed dramatically, "At least I can still hear your beautiful voice."

"Sucking up, but for what Mr. Anderson? You know you're my favorite." Kurt flirted, causing Blaine to laugh. Kurt frowned as his Dad appeared in his doorway.

"Bed!" Burt whisper-yelled, "Now!" he commanded, pointing at Kurt's alarm clock, which read a shocking 12:30.

"My Dad just said I had to go to bed." Kurt sighed, rolling over as Burt left the room. "Sing to me." Kurt commanded, and then pouted even though Blaine couldn't see it, "Please?" he begged. Blaine rolled his eyes.

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream

Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
Flap your wings now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
We've been waiting for this day
All along and knowing just what to do
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away

"Really, Miley Cyrus?" Kurt mumbled drowsily, before he fell into sleep, causing Blaine to chuckle.