THURSDAY- DAYS UNTIL PROM: 30-

Dave was at his locker, when Brittany and Santana came up to him, hand in hand. He eyed them carefully. Santana smirked at him. "Who gives a fuck, right?" Santana asked, and Dave shook his head, chuckling.

"So, it's been decided that Karovans, you and Sam, and Klaine, Kurt and Blaine, should go on a triple date with Brittana, Brittany and I." Santana didn't comment on the fact that Klaine was currently broken up, since Kurt went to talk last night and that meant the power couple were without a doubt back together again. Dave shut his locker, and smirked in amusement.

"Oh, really, and do we get a say in that?" he questioned.

"It will be fun. Maybe we can visit the aquarium to see if they have anymore dolphins like us..." Brittany paused, "Or sharks like Santana." Dave opened his mouth, but Santana shook her head at him.

"Okay." he said instead of asking.

"Hey queers." Shelton passed by, sneering at them. Dave growled at him, and Santana glared darkly, wrapping her arms around Brittany. He continued on his way, but only got a few steps.

Azimio appeared out of no where, grabbing the back of Shelton's collar and using it to slam him against the lockers. All eyes locked on the confrontation now. Dave noticed Mercedes and Kurt appear close by.

"Wrong." Azimio stated, "Seems like someone never learned their manners, let's try that again, huh? Repeat after me. 'I'm terribly sorry for being a douche bag, good morning fellow students.' Now you go." Azimio commanded.

"Fuck no!" Shelton snarled, attempting to wrestle his way out of Azimio's grasp. "I said queers, because that is exactly what they are." Mercedes came closer, laying her fist against Shelton's chest.

"I don't think that's what your supposed to say, now go." she snarled. Shelton struggled fruitlessly for a few more seconds before hissing in annoyance.

"I'm terribly s-sorry for being a...a douche bag, good morning fellow students."

"And now," Azimio's eyes gleamed darkly, "Repeat 'I will no longer be jealous enough to be a jackass to any who are not straight.' And go."

"No fucking way! I'm not fucking jealous." Shelton continued to struggle. "They're the freaks, they-"

Mercedes' open hand met his face briskly, slapping him, hard, "Back the hell off, boy. I will cut you." she warned. Shelton grumbled, glaring.

"I will no longer be...jealous...enough to be a..a jackass to anyone who is not norma-" he started to finish, but Azimio's hand clasped the front of his shirt, raising him off the ground.

"Anyone who is not straight! I will no longer be jealous enough to be a jackass to anyone who is not straight!" he squeaked, and Azimio dropped him.

"Good, anything else you'd like to add?" Azimio glanced to Mercedes.

"You hurt my boys, Kurt, Sam...or Dave, or my girls, Santana and Brittany, and I promise you're life will be over before you can even think of an apology." Mercedes swore.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Azimio agreed fondly, "It's not only Miss Jones you have to look out for Shelton, because I promise to have no mercy." he dropped the boy, "Now, get the hell out of here." he commanded, shoving him away. Shelton darted away down the hall.

Dave suppressed the girly urge to throw his arms around his best friend and hug him again, and settled for having the largest smile on his face. "Thanks Azimio." Dave offered instead. Azimio rolled his eyes.

"What, you think I was kidding when I said I had your back?" he snorted, clapping him on the shoulder. Santana eyed him with interested.

"Okay then, it'll be a quadruple date then, Karovans, Klaine, Brittana, and Mercimio." This caught Mercedes and Azimio's attention.

"Say what?" Azimio interrupted.

"Aw hell to the no!" Mercedes objected, but Santana was already sashaying away.

"Breadstix, friday night, seven, be there or be elsewhere and face my wrath." she called over her shoulder, hand still firmly locked around Brittany's.

"Santana!" Kurt called after her, "Blaine and I broke up." Santana froze, and for a moment it seemed like the whole hallway froze too. She spun back around tugging Brittany with her.

"What?" she snapped, "You went to talk to him last night!" she objected.

"Boo, why didn't you tell me about this?" Mercedes cut in.

"He wasn't home." Kurt explained to Santana then to Mercedes, "I was going to, but then Shelton decided to be an ass and interrupted us." he smiled brokenly, "It's okay you guys." and then he walked away.

Rachel clapped her hands together, catching the eyes of her disinterested peers. "Fellow Glee clubbers, and GLPL members, I have a suggestion on how to rally support." she paused, letting the information sink in, noting the growing interest in their eyes.

"And how would that be?" Kurt interrupted before she could continue. He was sure that it had spread around that he would no longer go to prom, but that didn't mean he would stop fighting, if only for Santana, Brittany, Dave, and Sam.

"I was about to tell you Kurt." she huffed, "Now, as I was saying, the main reason no one will give their signature towards the 10,000 needed is because they fear that if they do they will be singled out as a supporter and be harassed for it."

"But won't they?" Mercedes pointed out, causing Rachel to frown.

"Well, yes, but if we show unity and stand as one, then it will be less likely that others interfer." Rachel pulled the box off the piano, "That is why my Dads and I have created these." she lifted a long, rainbow colored ribbon from the box.

"I'm not wearing that. I'm already labelled as a lesbian, I don't need to point it out." Santna cut in.

"I like it. It's pretty." Brittany grabbed one from the box of many. She fiddled with it before finally tying it in her hair.

"Santana, this is not a label. It is a sign of unity and hope for the GLPL." Rachel objected, before beaming at Brittany, "Anyone who wears one, whether in their hair, around their necks or wrists or anywhere, they will know that they will always be protected. If anyone wearing a ribbon sees anyone else wearing a ribbon get beat up or harassed, the ribbon is an oath to interfer." Rachel stated proudly. A load of whispers broke out in the room, unsure.

"Can't we get something a little less...stereotypical?" Kurt frowned skeptically. Rachel thought about it for a moment.

"Well, these were just to test how you felt about it." she defended, "It seems like you like the idea, so we can now work together to create our own metaphorical 'rainbow ribbon'."

"Well, then let's get to it." Santana stood, and everyone else followed.