Blaine had almost made his way out of the school, but something he saw out of the corner of his eye stopped him. Sam was attempting to gain the attention of Karofsky, who was just staring blankly at nothing. Blaine jumped slightly as Kurt lightly touched his arm, also looking at Karofsky. Blaine nodded to him, telling him without words to continue walking. Kurt gave him a look, but left anyway. Blaine made his way over.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked quietly. Just as he expected, he didn't get an answer from Karofsky, but he did get one from Sam.

"I have no idea."

Well, that's helpful.

"Dave, baby, please talk to me, or Blaine." Sam begged, swiping a lock of hair from Dave's face. It surprised Blaine to see them like this. It's not that he didn't know that they were together, obviously he knew that, it was just that Sam talked as if Dave was ther person he trusted the most in the world. As if it hurt to see him hurt. Obviously if someone felt that way about him, he was worthy of atleast a little trust.

"David, we just want to help you." Blaine assured him. Dave glanced to him, then Sam.

"My Dad just went to jail for destroying Kurt's car."

Sam leapt into action, "Oh Dave, I'm sorry." he put his chin on Dave's shoulder, looking up at him, "It can't really be a surprise though, after all, you were the one that realized that he did it." That just seemed to make Dave grumpier.

"Yeah, I turned in my own Father...even though he kicked me out. I'm a traitor to my family." Dave sullenly stated. Sam opened his mouth, probably to attempt to object, but Blaine gave him a look.

"Sam, can I talk to Dave for a second?" Blaine asked, "Alone." he added, when Sam nodded, but made no attempt to move. Sam looked uncertainly towards Dave, but finally consented, moving away.

"I don't need your pity. I still want to earn your trust." Dave objected weakly, and Blaine nodded.

"I know, but this is just my politeness kicking in. Helping a stranger." he said, then continued, "Now, I know you may think that your a traitor, but really your father is the traitor. He should have supported you. It's his fault for overreacting to something that is by now accepted by a good portion of society. Now, I'm not going to go and say that he doesn't love you," Dave winced and Blaine placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Because I'm sure that's not true. But, on the flip side, I'm not going to promise that he'll come around, especially since he's now in jail." Dave sighed.

"Yeah, I understand that, I just wish that I had a family like Kurt's or your's or Santana's or Brittany's, anyone's family!" Dave crossed his arms over his chest, expression still stormy. Blaine tilted his head for a moment.

"Did you know that I'm not living with my parents?" Dave's face snapped to him, and Blaine knew that he had not known that. "No, they didn't kick me out. I just moved out and in with my Grandma. My father, although he never said it, hated the fact that I was gay. He just wanted a 'normal' son. And then, my sister got engaged, and he had his normal son. I think that was a wake up call for him, and he jumped at the attempt to make me see that it was 'right' to be engaged to a girl. And all he cared about when I told my family that I wasn't allowed to go to prom qith the boy I loved is that it might get publisized and stop his campaign for senator." Blaine nodded at, not the pity, but the sympathy in Dave's eyes. "So, I told him, and the rest of my family, that I couldn't deal with it anymore. That I was going to be me, and I wouldn't be able to be me in that house, so I went to my Grandma's house, and that's how I got here." Blaine nodded, "I know that it's not the exact problem that you're going through, but I do understand."

"Thank you." Dave said sincerly. "I think I'd rather be kicked out of my house then having to face my Father's disapproval whenever I got to my house." Blaine smiled, and clapped him on the back.

"Come on, we can go out on a double date. Meet Kurt and I at Breadstix, six." Blaine smiled at him. And it made Dave feel like he was a little bit closer to earning his trust.

After agreeing to meet at a place a bit far out of town (since they both really didn't want to go to Breadstix), they decided to go to a little Chinese place.

"You forced your Dad to drive you to the electronics store at midnight, just so that you could get the newest Sims game?" Quinn was sure her eyebrows were in her hairline by now, but this was hilarous. Artie shrugged.

"Yup. Believe it or not, going to a place where there are only a certain number of items for a large number of people to fight over with a kid in the wheelchair is a great idea. Sure, some of them will push and pull to get pass you, but the majority of them will clear an aisle for you." Artie nodded eagerly, "It's why my Mom makes me go Black Friday shopping with her every year." Quinn laughed, shaking her head.

"That must be horrible." she decided, "Believe it or not, I really don't like holiday shopping." she confided in him. Artie rolled his eyes.

"Believe or not, if anyone tells you that they do like holiday shopping," he leaned forward, "They're lying." he whispered, then paused. "Well, except maybe Kurt and Mercedes." Quinn nodded her agreement.

"Last year when I was living with Mercedes, she made me go." her nose crinkled in disgust, "It was horrible." Artie took the check from the waiter as he came by, and Quinn made no objections as he paid for it, just raising an eyebrow at him. Artie winked at her in reply and she couldn't help but snort.

"Your fortune cookies."

Quinn and Artie each took one, and Quinn smiled softly as she read hers.

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. -J.A. Baldwin

Quinn didn't even wait until Artie had finished reading his fortune cookie, before leaning across the table, and gently pressing her lips to his.

R & R. Since I had fun getting oneshot ideas before, the 200th reviewer will be able to give me an idea for a oneshot! Sinfully Sined, your oneshot is in the works. I warn you all that I will not be updating for atleast three weeks, because I am doing volunteer work in Africa with no internet connection. Sorry! (Though, not really because I've wanted to go to Africa since I was five years old, so haha suckers!)