"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Kurt cried, staring at his baby. Blaine leaned forward wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulders and just holding him.

All the windows, including the windshield had been smashed in. His tires had been cut, the sides of his car keyed, but the worst part? In bright pink spray paint along the sides, horrible, horrible words adorned the car. Words like queer, faggot, fairy, and worse. If Burt had had his choice, Kurt wouldn't have seen the car at all, but the police had insisted upon it, saying that perhaps he could figure out who had done it from seeing what it said.

"Well that narrows it down to about 90% of Lima's population!" Kurt snapped when the policeman asked if he had any idea who could have done it. Blaine shushed him, spinning around and just cradling him to his chest, rubbing soothing circles in his back.

"That's it." Burt shook his head. "Kurt, that's it. This has gone on long enough. This has escalated too far."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, voice turning hard. He pulled away from Blaine.

"Kurt, I don't want you to get hurt." Burt started cautiously. "I-"

"Oh no. We're not giving up just because things are getting hard." Kurt objected. Burt scowled.

"Kurt, I don't think-"

"Fine, you're out, but I'm not."

"Kurt, I think your Dad has a point, things are getting worse." Blaine offered softly. Kurt turned on him, eyes flaring.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you thought this would be easy." he snapped, "When I decided I wanted to go the prom with my boyfriend, I knew that it would be difficult, but I knew with determination, I could do it."

"Hey! It's not like I don't want to go to the prom with you! I do, It's just that I would rather have you completely okay then go to the prom with you. What if you had been home?" Blaine growled, "I don't even want to think of what could have happened then!"

"Blaine is right, Kurt." Burt butt in, reminding them that he was here. Kurt glared once at both of them, before his face completely cleared of all emotion.

"Fine. Blaine. If you don't want to fight to go to the prom with me, then I'll just find someone who does." he stated, voice emotionless also. Blaine's eyes widened, before they narrowed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Blaine hissed. Kurt looked him over.

"We're broken up, Blaine Anderson."

"Shelton's a jackass." Sam seethed, nearly punching the window out of Dave's passenger side door. They had quickly picked up his car after they realized his parents weren't going to come around. Dave frowned.

"I'm sorry." Dave mumbled. Sam looked up at him in surprise.

"Why?" he questioned, while Dave kept his eyes firmly on the road.

"If I hadn't told Azimio, our relationship would still be a secret and everything would be okay." Dave confessed, risking a glance at Sam's now stony face.

"Pull over. Now." Sam commanded. Dave glanced worriedly to him, but complied since he had no other option. The moment he parked the car on the side of the road, Sam unbuckled his seatbelt, unintentionally causing Dave to panic.

"Sammy, baby, please..." he paused in his attempt to not let Sam go when Sam leaned over, unbuckling his seat belt. "Sam, what are you doing?" was all that Dave managed to get out, before Sam fisted his shirt, using the momentum to pull him forward.

"It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what you did David." Sam growled, causing Dave's pupils to dilate with lust at his tone, "As a matter of fact, I'm actually kind of happy it came out."

"Why?" their breaths mingled together gently.

"Because, now, whenever I want, I can do this." Sam pulled his shirt tighter, causing their lips to collide.

Dave grunted slightly, pulling the top of his boyfriend's pants and forcing him to climb over the console. Sam smirked as he settled on Dave's lap, ignoring the uncomfortable angle that the steering wheel was digging in to his back. He grinned as he got the expected moan of satisfaction, before leaning down and placing gentle nips along Dave's jaw. Dave hissed slightly. Who did he think he was, taking control? He pulled away slightly, before sucking a smooth line from Sam's throat to his lips.

"Dave..." Sam bayed, before attacking his lips again. He leaned back slightly.

And then the cool down came.

Sam yipped slightly, jumping away from the horn he just blasted, while Dave blinked, before bursting out in to uncontrollable laughter. "So maybe the car isn't the best place to be..." Sam smirked, leaning down and pressing his forehead against Dave's before connecting their lips in a slow, languid kiss. "But, my Mom is working late." he hinted.

Dave couldn't wait to get him off lap and to start driving.

Burt let out a stifled gasp, as Blaine's face broke into absolute hurt for one second, before he controlled himself and turned almost as blank as Kurt. "Fine. Good luck going to the prom with whoever it is that you're now planning to go with." Blaine turned on his heel, stalking back to his car and slamming the door behind him.

"Kurt, you just made a big mistake." Burt interfered. Kurt's head snapped to him.

"Excuse me?"

"That boy would have went to the ends of the earth to protect you, and that is all he was trying to do." Burt admonished. Kurt looked disinterestedly at his nails, causing Burt to shake his head. "I agree with him, and I'm not backing this anymore. Even if you do find someone else to go with, I'm not helping." he warned. Kurt shook his head.

"Fine." he turned around and sashayed back to his room, slamming the door behind him. When it was finally shut, his mask broke and he stared at the wall across from him, tears sliding down his face as he slid down his door.

Wrapping his arms around his legs, Kurt burrowed his face into his knees, crying his eyes out.