Monday: Days Until Prom: 19

"Nice hat."

"Shut up, jackass."

Dave pulled uncomfortably at the bright red hat on his head, no, sorry, the bright red beret. On the up side though, it matched wonderfully with his bright red silk jacket.

Note sarcasm.

"I get it man. I'm all for the bully beating stuff, but really? Do you have to wear that?" Azimio questioned, before shaking his head. "And don't give me that bull that Santana told you to. She isn't the one that has you by the balls, that's Sam. The only way I would understand is if Sam had asked you to, not Samtana...Samtana? The fuck? Santana." Dave ignored Azimio as he went on about this, slamming his locker shut.

"Santana is a bitch." was his only explanation. "But, she houses me, so I have to deal."

"But in that get up? Really?" Azimio shook his head, "I would help, but no 'effing way in that."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, back off." Dave sped up, ignoring Azimio's continuing chortles.

"Rachel, I should warn you. Some time in the next two weeks, you'll be getting a visitor." Kurt caught the girl right before fourth period. She paused, before smiling.

"I love visitors! But before you tell me who, I have to inform you that my fathers have gone to the local branch of PFLAG and informed them of your dilemna. They have not shared names, but the branch is going to spread it around to other states in order to get more signatures for our cause! Isn't that great?" Kurt nodded, distracted from telling her of the return of Jesse St. James.

"That is great. Did you tell them how many more signatures we need?" Kurt asked.

"Well, no, but my Dads did tell them that you need 10,000 to begin with, so they know that they have to try and get a lot." Rachel nodded, "By the way, has anything come to light about the scandalous person who destroyed your car?" she shook her head, "I just don't understand some people."

"And they don't understand you either." Kurt mumbled under his breath, before asking her question, "Well, Dave's Dad has been taken in for testing and they took his DNA, but it will be another week or so before they get the results back." The warning bell rang and they both perked up.

"Well, we have to get to class. Bye Kurt!" Rachel waved as she went in the opposite direction of him. Kurt nodded to her and started walking in the direction of his class. A few seconds later, he realized his problem.

"Oh shoot, Rachel!" he spun around.

Too late. Oh well, looks like Rachel was in for a surprise.

Blaine took a deep breath, before opening the doors to the Warblers' rehearsal hall, the loud creak silencing everyone inside. Everyone looked to him, taking in his weary expression, normal clothing, and the fact that they all knew he hadn't been at school all day. David broke the silence.

"I suppose this means your time here with the Warblers, and at Dalton, is over?" he asked, smiling sadly. Blaine returned the smile.

"Starting tommorow, I'll be going to McKinley High School." Blaine shared for the few of them who looked confused. The rest either seeemed resigned to the fact he was leaving, or sad.

"We understand." David chimed in again, "And we'll still be there for you when you need help." Blaine nodded to him gratefully, and then smiled when everyone else voiced their agreement.

"Anyone fucks with you, call us, and we'll be there in forty five, tops." Wes cut in, much more direct. Blaine chuckled as David started going off on him for his 'innappropriate use of unrefined language'.

Yeah, he would miss his friends.

"Hello beautiful."

Quinn frowned, turning around to face the source of the greeting. Oh yeah. Shelton. She had forgot about him. She closed her locker, leaning against it. Now, choices, choices. She had two options.

One, she could simply go along with him and try to be prom queen. It had been her dream since she was a little girl, dancing around in her room with a tiara on her head. But, she was really good friends with Kurt. He was there for her last year when only a few people were. Shelton didn't like Kurt, and was one of those horrible people being homophobic. And that led to option two.

Two, she could call it off with Shelton and forget about her prom queen dream. There always was next year, but she had to get her place on the prom court map early, so junior prom queen was necessary. She just wished it didn't have to be with him. She sighed. It's not like she regretted breaking up with Finn. She was right to have done that, everything she had said to him was true. She just wished that he would still be her prom king, but she knew that wasn't Finn to begin with, so there was no way he would do that without her romantic persuasion.

"Sweet cheeks? You paying attention?"

"Don't call me that!" she snapped at him. Okay, now he was starting to annoy her. Was he both homophobic and sexist? Sweet cheeks?

"Whoa, someone's hot tonight." Shelton placed a hand on either side of her head, pressing her against the lockers gently. "So, you never did say, what would I get out of all this?"

Quinn felt panic start to rise from the pit of her stomach. This wasn't good. They were alone in the hallway, class was about to start. The few people who were going by were in such a rush to not be late that they paid no attention to her.

"A chance to be prom king." she was so glad that her voice didn't come out shaky. It helped quelch the spreading panic a little bit.

"Hmmm, about that, the Beiste just got a hold of me, turns out the bitch wasn't very happy I called her a fag hag, so I'm out of prom."

Quinn grit her teeth together. Was this asshole serious? This whole time she was mentally debating whether to forget his hate towards her friend or call him out on it, and she didn't even need him?

"Then you have nothing to offer me, so if you'll move." she attempt to push pass him, but he just shoved her back, easing her tighter against the lockers. "Shelton," this time her voice did come out shaky, "Move. Now."

"I don't know sweet cheeks. I think I still have something to offer." he grinned at her, and Quinn felt like she was going to be sick.

She was gonna die.

She was gonna be raped.

He was going to kill her.

He was going to rape her.

Pure panic took over, and she threw the palm of her hand up, jamming his nose backwards. He tumbled back a few steps, and she took off. She ignored his growled curses, and slipped into the choir room, slamming the door shut behind her. She breathed deeply, glancing into the office and not at all surprised to see Mr. Schue not there. He did have a Spanish class to teach after all. She didn't know whether she was happy to be alone, or afraid he would find her.

"Hey."

Quinn screamed, spinning around to face the source of the noise, chest heaving as she fought the panic trying to stop her breathing down. Artie leaned back, eyes widening. He held his hands up in surrender.

"It's okay. It's just me." Quinn immediatly crumpled, sliding down the wall. When the tears started to fall, it wasn't from fear, it was relief. Artie was here. She wasn't alone. She was okay. She was safe. She was comfortable.

R & R. The only reason I put the beginning part with Azimio annoying Dave is because that was my reaction when I saw what they were wearing. Literally, wtf. P.S. Ignore any spelling mistakes, my keyboard is being stupid. I'll go back and fix them later. P.S.S. Because I'm bored, people to be the 150th, 155th, and 160th reviewers, I will write you a oneshot of your choice, any plot, any couple (or not, it could fixed on one person), and any time period. Whatever. Three chances to get me to write you a oneshot! P.S.S.S. Tell me, are my chapters really choppy? Because I feel like they are. I'm doing a paragraph then cutting to a different scene. Does that annoy anyone? Because it's starting to annoy me and I'm not even the one reading it.