Blaine banged on the Hummel's door repeatedly. "Come on, come on, come on. I know you're home." Blaine muttered. The door opened and Kurt's surprised face greeted him.
"I'm so sorry!" Blaine burst, "I was avoiding you because I was angry. And I-" Blaine's sentence was muffled after that and he stumbled forward, lips firmly attached to Kurt's. Kurt kicked the door closed behind him.
"I'm sorry too." Kurt gasped as Blaine kissed a firm line from his collarbone to his jaw. "I was being a-" he gasped again, "Bitch." He finished.
"Completely justified." Blaine growled. He nipped lightly at his neck, leaving a red and purple mark.
"Ahem." They jumped apart, both flushing bright red, as Burt glared at them.
"Sorry Dad, we're going out!" Kurt chirped, grabbing his coat in one hand, his boyfriend in the other, and darting out the door.
"Where are we going?" Blaine questioned as Kurt forced him in the car.
"Quadruple date." Kurt chirped happily.
Sam boredly twirled a French fry in the ketchup in front of him. Dave yawned, lilting dangerously to one side. Brittany stared at her fingers, twisting them together in interesting shapes. Santana counted the ceiling tiles, so far she got up to 104.
"Yeah, but that dress she was wearing was rocking. You'd look a hell of a lot a good in it."
"It was too low cut. It was a royal wedding."
"Yeah, but-"
"I cannot fucking believe that you two are sitting here discussing the dress Kate Middleton wore to the royal wedding!" Dave finally snarled. "And you call me the gay one?" Azimio and Mercedes scowled at him.
"I'm trying to convince Mercedes how fucking epic she would look in that." Azimio defended.
"And I'm trying to tell him it was too damn low cut." Mercedes growled. Dave threw his hands up in the air.
"Whatever then!" he grumbled.
"It would appear that we managed to come just in time to entertain the poor souls." Kurt appeared, tugging Blaine behind him.
"Oh thank god! Here we were afraid the couple that started it all would be over." Santana rolled her eyes, "At least we don't have to talk about Kate Middleton's dress anymore."
"Her dress?" Kurt's eyes widened, "It was much too low cut!"
"No, it wasn't! It wasn't that low cut." Blaine argued.
Dave, Sam, and Santana's heads all hit the table with a resounding 'thud'.
"Now they're back together Burt." Carole pointed out, "Kurt and Blaine, which means they're going to be fighting to go to the prom again."
"I know." Burt sighed. "I just don't want Kurt to get hurt…" Carole gave him a look and he grumbled, "I guess it wouldn't be good if Blaine got in the crossfire either." He admitted, "What if next time it isn't the car that gets ruined? What if it's one of them?" Burt asked rhetorically. Carole's face softened.
"It won't be." She insisted, "Have the police figured anything out yet?" she questioned.
"No, unfortunately not." Burt grumbled, "They're not even trying." He added. "They don't care." He snarled, getting progressively angrier as he continued, "It's just the community's fag." He spit the word out like it was poison.
That didn't stop Carole.
"Enough!" she snapped, "I don't care if your using that word to describe other people's thoughts or not, you will not use that word about my son!" she hissed, "And let me continue, Burt, we will support them, we will get signatures, from our jobs, from our friends, from our families, wherever necessary. We will let our baby boy go to the prom!" she started pacing.
"You're right, or else we'll raise hell!" Burt added, then they both looked at each other, before bursting into laughter.
"Or we'll raise hell." Carole agreed with one last chuckle.
SATURDAY-DAYS UNTIL PROM: 25-
"Now, it is finished. We have our new rainbow ribbon!" Rachel cheered, and held up said band. It was black, with the exception of a pin in the shape of the shield placed in the middle of it, that was rainbow.
"Much better." Kurt approved. He took one, and wrapped it easily around his wrist. "Black goes with anything, and the shield I'll deal with for it's symbolism." He sighed. Rachel squealed.
"Good, good! Now everyone gather round and get one." She handed one out to everyone. "Now, take these and give them to anyone who you think wants them, and everyone keep them on hand in case someone asks for them." She spread the rest out evenly.
"How many signatures do we actually have?" Blaine questioned. Finn looked down at the list he was holding.
"Uh…108, all our parents, siblings, us, Coach Sylvester, Coach Beiste, Mr. Schue, Miss Pillsbury, and the Cheerios Coach Sylvester forced to sign." Finn stated. Santana sighed.
"Great, we only need 9,882 more." She stated sarcastically, "In a small, homophobic town of Ohio." She added, just to dampen their spirits more.
"I could get my cat to sign." Brittany offered, but was ignored.
"There are no homophobes at Dalton, I can get a good amount of signatures there on Monday."
Blaine offered, and Kurt smiled up at him.
"Speaking of the homophobes, I don't think it's a good idea to actually bring the list anywhere, unless the person is guaranteed to not be a homophobe and to sign it." Blaine cut it.
"Why?" Finn asked in confusion, and Mercedes snorted, deciding to answer for Blaine.
"Please, you think if they see this list they let it live? It will either be stained with slushy, shredded, flushed, or something equally horrible." She explained.
"That's something else we need to do." Rachel stood, about to go on a rant again, "There are too many homophobic people in Lima. We need to show them some repercussions to their actions. Have any of you heard of the Laramie Project?" Rachel nodded as a few hands went up. "Well, the Laramie Project is a play about the reaction to the 1998 murder of a gay college student Matthew Shepard in Wyoming. We can either put on that play or show the movie."
"Yes, because Figgins won't less them go to the prom, but he'll let us do this." Quinn rolled her eyes, "Don't be stupid Berry."
"Not if he doesn't know what it is." Rachel's eyes gleamed like they did whenever she had a manic good idea. "If we get enough teachers' support to have an assembly, then he'll allow it, no questions as to what it is. We don't even have to make it a play, we can just show the film." She grinned gleefully.
"I think that would work." Finn agreed.
"We already have Coach Beiste, Sylvester, Mr. Schue, and Miss Pillsbury on our side." Tina added.
"And you know some of these teachers want a break from teaching." Mike continued.
"Then we can do it!" Rachel interrupted before anyone else could say anything.
"What about outreach to other LGBT students?" Blaine changed subjects, "Statistically speaking, there is at least three or four more students interested in the same gender."
"We can make business cards!" Rachel looked like she was refraining from jumping up and down. "We can offer services where they can meet with one of the six of you," she gestured to Dave, Sam, Kurt, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana, "Or, or, even if they don't want to talk to you, we can give them the Trevor Project's number, on the business card!"
"Rachel, stand up." Kurt commanded, "I can't believe I'm about to do this." He shook his head in mock despair, while Rachel tilted her head in confusion. He sighed, then stood….grabbing her round the waist, hugging her and spinning her around. She laughed. "You are a genius my dear."
"Speaking of the Trevor Project, don't they have that song?" Sam added.
"It Gets Better." Blaine supplied.
"Yeah." Sam nodded, "New Directions, and possibly the Warblers, can sing that at the assembly, either before or after the film."
"Yeah, and we can put some of the scary statistics up." Dave didn't elaborate, but everyone knew what he was talking about.
"I can get the football team to come. They'll go simply to get out of class, they don't care what for." Azimio added.
"Then it's settled!" Rachel clapped, "We'll try and get an assembly for…Tuesday. Monday, we'll get the permission, and Tuesday, we'll make it happen." She started assigning duties. "Tomorrow, New Directions, and the Warblers if they agree, will meet at my house to go over It Gets Better. My Dads have a copy of the film we can use, but we need someone to be able to make business cards." She glanced questioningly at the group.
"I'll figure it out." Quinn butt in, causing Finn to smile at her. Rachel nodded, smile back.
"Okay then!" she agreed, sticking her hand into the middle of the circle with a smile. Hands piled on top of hers.
"GLPL!"