SUNDAY-DAYS UNTIL PROM: 25-

A majority of the Warblers, and all of New Directions mingled downstairs at Rachel's home. The only Warblers that had not made it were the few who didn't make it by choice. With the additional Warbler signatures, they had 124 out of 10,000.

Kurt lurched forward a few steps as Wes clapped him on the back. David appeared on his other side.

"We're happy things worked out between you and Blaine." Wes said.

"Yeah, it would really suck if we had to hurt you." David shrugged nonchalantly.

"I think I got it you guys." Kurt stated dryly.

"Back off my boyfriend." Blaine said, sticking his tongue out at them and slipping his arms around Kurt's waist. David opened his mouth to say something, but an air horn interrupted him. Everyone jumped.

"Rachel!" Finn objected.

"Now I have their attention," Rachel explained, "New Directions, and Warblers, who I hope will get over their crushing defeat at Regionals and consequential steal of Kur-"

"Rachel." Kurt warned, and she shook her head.

"Right, anyway, I am sure we all know why we are here." Murmurs of agreement answered her and she nodded, "If you have not heard, we are going to sing 'It Gets Better', now I am impressed with how you can copy various instruments, and I will leave it to you, but I request that you elongate the beginning, so some talking can go on during that period. Now, obviously I will sing the majority of this song."

"Uh, no Man-Hands." Santana stood, taking control of the situation. "Obviously, Britts, me, Fish Lips, and Klaine will be singing lead this time." Rachel opened her mouth, probably to object, but Wes cut her off.

"In the Warblers, we have a democracy and vote on issues like this." He said. "And then the council approves it, but anyway, I say we have a vote."

"Fine." Rachel crossed her arms, already knowing the outcome of this vote.

A total of one person voted for Rachel to sing lead, and that one person? Rachel.

MONDAY-DAYS UNTIL PROM: 24-

Dave stumbled backwards a few steps when a small freshman brunette stumbled into him. Azimio threw out a steadying hand for him, and he nodded. The freshman squeaked, obviously only seeing the red jacket first. When she looked up, she sighed in relief.

"Oh, sorry. I tripped." she pulled away, blushing brightly.

"More like you got tripped." Dave growled, looking over at the snickering freshman hockey player.

"Watch this." Azimio winked at her, "Yo, Davidson, you pulling pigtails cause you like her?" he shouted. Davidson flushed, and scowled, stalking away. The girl giggled and Dave laughed.

"See, he plays like he's a big bad jackass, but really he's not." Dave nodded. The girl nodded. "What's your name?"

"Sierra. I know you two." she cut them off, "Especially you." he gestured to Dave.

"Alright, well known at long last, as the gay jock's best friend." Azimio pumped his fist in the air, "Whoop!"

"Nice, and here I thought I could be known for my skills." Dave sighed melodramatically.

"Um, I was kind of wondering..." Sierra paused, "I've seen them around some places, but where can I get one of these," she tugged at the ribbon on Dave's arm, "bands?"

"Oh, here." Dave pulled one from his supply in his locker. "Do you know what they mean?" he continued when she shook her head no. "It's a symbol of the GLPL, sure you've heard about that by now, and anyone who will sign the petition to let, well me, Sam, Blaine, Santana, Brittany, and anyone else like us go to the prom together." he handed it to her, "And it's to unify us. Anyone wearing one of these ribbons gets guaranteed protection by anyone else wearing a ribbon."

"Cool." she grinned. "Is the GLPL accepting members?" she added. Dave and Azimio shared a look.

"Definitely." they chorused in sync.

"Hey!" Sam paused as he saw a tall cheerio making her way towards him.

"Hey." he greeted, not entirely sure who she was.

"I'm Danielle." she held her hand out for him to shake and he complied.

"Sam." he greeted back.

"I know who you are." she rolled her eyes. "Two things, one, I personally want to break your face." she stated, completely blasé. Sam took a wary step away from her, causing her to roll her eyes again. "I said I want to, not that I was going to."

"Um, why?" Sam finally decided to speak.

"Coach Sylvester has us working on major Jiu Jitsu and it's killing me. And she's doing it so that we can protect the 'sneaky gays' in the halls. Her words, not mine." she added at his slightly offended look. "Anyway, the second thing is that I kind of want to hug you and ruffle your hair." Sam blinked, "But I'm not going to." Danielle promised, "Anyway, that's because this weekend I was telling my parents and my older brother, he's visiting from college, about you and your boyfriend, and the GLPL, and after my parents were showing all their support, my brother came out as gay to us, right there at the kitchen table." Danielle punched him in the shoulder, "So thanks for that. See you later, and show me that petition to sign, I'll give it to my parents and brother too." she sashayed off to class, leaving Sam staring after her in stunned disbelief.

Mercedes and Kurt chatted amiably during lunch, sitting alone at a table outside. A few minutes into their conversation, a nervous, mousy looking boy came up to them.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked when he noticed him standing there.

"No, um, yes, I just want to ask you something." he shifted foot to foot nervously. Kurt gestured to the chair next to Mercedes, across from him.

"Sit." he commanded, and when he did so, Kurt continued. "Well, what's going on? And what's your name?"

"Um, I'm, um, Mark." he stuttered, "And I was kind of wondering, what's it like to be...um, out?" he whispered at the end and Mercedes raised an eyebrow.

"Ooh, I get to see you play gay mentor up close!" she cheered and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Ok, you, shut up." he demanded of her, and then turned back to Mark, "It truly depends on what types of friends you have, and how much confidence you have."

"Um...I don't have too many friends..." he mumbled.

"And no confidence either." Mercedes remarked, and then pouted, obviously feeling bad for the boy. "Oh, Kurt, can we keep him? He's kind of cute." Kurt rolled his eyes, stabbing at his salad.

"I'd say just come out with it if you have thought about it through and through." Kurt finally decided to say. "And if the reaction is bad, come to me, or someone else you know like me."

"Like?" Mark questioned.

"Sam Evans, Dave Karofsky, Brittany Pierce," he snorted, "Hell, even Santana Lopez. She's really not that scary up close."

"You wish Hummel. I give nightmares." Santana and Brittany appeared on either side of him, lunch trays in hand. "Who's the fresh meat?" she eyed Mark.

"Back off Lopez." Kurt commanded, "Mark's just curious." He added.

"Ah, gay yoda, what would the school do without you?" Santana asked rhetorically.

"I once had a dream with yoda in it, but then he blew up and turned into a kitten."

No one commented on what Brittany said, but Mark gave her an odd look and Santana simply patted the top of her hand.

R&R. I wanted to thank Amethyst Archer for giving me a heads up on the screwed up time signatures for Monday!