-Wednesday: DAYS UNTIL PROM: 24-

"So how many signatures did you get?" Kurt questioned, eyes scanning his own list. Apparently, yesterday's assembly had a very huge effect, at least, huge in the idea that there were many homophobic people at McKinley, but a good even amount of people had signed. Their numbers had bumped from 124 to 207, and were still growing.

"Well, with the help of Wes and David, I think we almost go the entire school. At least, besides the few who were absent. Many of them said that they would also bring it home to their families." Blaine grinned, "But anyway, with faculty included…987 signatures were collected."

"Oh my god! We passed 1000 signatures!" Kurt cheered, "How many…" he added it quickly in his head, "1,194 signatures."

"So, only 8,906 to go." Blaine brought him down.

"Why thank you for reminding me Blaine." Kurt stated, voice monotone.

"We'll manage. I promise." Blaine quietly said. He just hoped it was the truth.

Blaine picked at his dinner forlornly. He didn't even know why his parents forced him to come home. Apparently, his older sister had big news.

"Oh, what is it Darrah?" his Mom, Claire, asked excitedly. His sister stood.

"It is my pleasure to inform you, that officially as of yesterday…" Darrah paused dramatically, "I'm engaged!" Blaine looked from his food as his parents flipped out. He waited until they all sat down before speaking.

"Congratulations Dare!" It was only years of acting that made him able to put hyst the right amount of pep in his voice. His sister smiled slyly to him.

"So, any boys in your future?" she asked eagerly. Blaine ignored Senator Anthony- sorry, he meant Father's – suddenly stiff posture.

"Yeah, we're trying to go to prom together." Blaine mumbled, eyes suddenly back to his food.

"Trying?" his Mom asked in concern.

"Yeah, people didn't want us to go together, so we need to get 10,000 signatures." Blaine mumbled even quieter.

"What? Oh my god! That's so much crap!" Darrah exclaimed.

"How much publicity is this gaining?" Claire asked worriedly, "Although they didn't release names, I saw a news story last week and I couldn't help but wonder."

"Mom!" Darrah's disapproval came through her voice.

"We don't want this to get in the way of any future re-election campaigns in the future." Anthony said.

"Don't worry Father. It won't expand. Can I be excused?"

Blaine didn't wait for an answer before leaving the table.

"You know this is two weeks in a row that you've broken Miss Pillsbury's rules, right?" Kurt ran his hand over Blaine's chin. Blaine stretched a little, placing his head against Kurt's abdomen.

"I don't care." He sighed. "I just knew that he wouldn't care. I love him, and I'm sure he at least likes me. It's just that he loves his campaign more."

"Now, I'm sure that's not true." Kurt chastened, "And if it is," he shrugged, "then it's okay, because I love you enough for both of us." Blaine smiled, rolling forward to press their lips together. Kurt responded eagerly. They grew more and more heated.

"Mmmmfffff-" Blaine rolled away from Kurt, breathless. Kurt grinned. "Okay, it's time to cool down time. If we continue anymore, then I won't be able to stop."

"What if I don't want you to stop?" Kurt purred suggestively, tracing patterns in Blaine's palm. Blaine stiffened slightly.

"Kurt, don't you think we've been moving a little fast?" Blaine asked uncertainly, "I love you!" he assured him when he saw the look on his face. "But we've only been dating for a few months, and I do love you, but I don't want either of us to lose our virginity until it's some time special." He threaded their fingers together tightly.

"I feel like I know what you're saying. I do understand." Kurt kissed him softly. Blaine smiled. "I love you." Kurt whispered against his lips, "No matter what anyone tries to do to us."

"We'll be at prom in less than a month. Love you too."

THURSDAY: DAYS UNTIL PROM: 23-

"Kurt!" And here he had thought he would be used to Rachel popping out of nowhere.

"Yes?" he questioned when she didn't continue.

"Some people have given me their signatures for our petition. Apparently, our fellow students have assumed that I am the leader of the GLPL, and while it was an unexpected thing, I am okay with it. 36 students have come to me and my Dads have gotten the local PFLAG branch to sigh, which adds another 149 signatures. How many do we have in total now?" she blinked up at him expectantly.

"Well, you collected 185 signatures." Kurt said, "Which added to the 1,194 we already have makes 1,379."

"Yay! We're gaining support!" she threw her arms around Kurt. "Prom is coming and so are you and Blaine." she winked, before darting away.

"Britts, we need to go dress shopping for prom." Santana smirked, phone glued to her ear.

"But we can't go shopping together! You can't see the dress before the big day!" Brittany objected.

"Brittany, we're not getting married." Santana laughed nervously.

"Yeah, but Sanny-" Santana ripped her phone away from her ear to save it from the grape wave of slush coming her way. She sputtered indignantly as the slushy slid down her face.

"See you round, female fag." one of the two guys sneered, causing the other to laugh and high five him. They walked around her and she almost went after them, but she didn't have to.

"Hey!" Brittany nearly appeared out of nowhere. "That wasn't nice." she poked Jerk 1 in the chest. Jerk 2 looked on in amusement.

"I'm going to need your names. You broke Coach Sylvester's rules." Becky flanked Brittany, clipboard and headset firmly attached.

"Yeah, like we're going to tell you our names." Jerk 2 snorted.

"You don't have to. I'm an equal opportunity punisher, name or no." Sue slipped in between Becky and Brittany. Now Jerk 1 and Jerk 2 looked like they had to change their pants. Santana smirked in satisfaction. "Tweedle Dumb, go clean your girlfriend." Sue commanded.

Brittany slipped an arm around Santana, tugging her away, but Santana looked back long enough to see Sue pull both jerks by their ears towards her office. Yeah, she could deal with that.

The league met at the Hummels after school, to see how far they had come. "How many signatures do we have?" Burt asked the first time he saw them. Kurt leveled him a look when he said 'we' but didn't comment. He opened his mouth to give his Dad the same answer he had given Rachel this morning, but he was cut off.

"Well, some of the students were absent yesterday, and others got their families to sign, in total adding 137 more signatures from Dalton." Blaine shared through Kurt's phone.

"Some people, 17 of them, came to me to sign." Dave added.

"26." was all Sam said.

"8." Mercedes continued.

"13."

"9."

"22."

A few others added their input.

"They boys from my shop all signed, with their families, 32 of them." Burt explained why he asked.

"264 signatures in total." Artie held up a calculator.

"So with the 1,379 we already have, we now have..." Kurt glanced up at the calculator Artie held up for him to see, "1,643."

"Meaning we need 8,357." Artie did the math.

"Wow, we're really moving." Finn remarked.

"But Lima doesn't have 10,000 citizens, let alone 10,000 non-homophobic citizens." Quinn pointed out. While they started to debate on how to get more signatures, Burt answered the ringing phone.

A few seconds later, everyone looked to him as he slammed the phone down.

"Dad?" Kurt stood, but Burt brushed by him, focused on one person alone.

Dave choked slightly as he was slammed against the wall by his neck.

Almost everyone jumped up to pull Burt away from Dave, but what he said next froze them all.

"Why the hell did the police just call and say it was your DNA found in Kurt's car after it was destroyed?"

R & R. HAHA! Funeral freaked me out, because I am so not used to seeing Sue like that. Jesse was such a jerk, it was awesome. Jesse St. James Jesse St. Sucks! Best Kurt line ever.