Monday: Days Until Prom: 12

Dave screamed as he was sent tumbling off the bed. His life sucked. First, his boyfriend is cheating on him with a friend's boyfriend. Now, he was sent to the ground because someone pulled the sheets out from under him and he was woken up.

"What?" he snarled, head popping back up. Santana regarded him coolly.

"Your alarm clock didn't go off. If I didn't wake you, you would have been late." she explained. Dave grumbled, standing up and sorting through his closet. "I'm sorry." He froze. He never thought he would ever hear Santana Lopez say those two words to him.

"For what?" he asked, changing his shirt and still not looking at her.

"Everything, okay? I don't do apologizies often, okay?" Santana hissed. Dave had to smile at that.

"Okay. It's okay." She was really his first fag hag. He had to cut her some slack.

"Yeah, whatever. So, what's up with you and trouty mouth? I saw you come in last night and you looked like you would like to choke someone." Santana stated. Dave snorted.

"Oh yeah. Let me tell you about that..."

Mercedes shut her locker, but just as quickly reopened it. Oh my god. He was coming towards her. Why was he approaching her? Why? Why? Why? "Hi!" she exclaimed brightly, closing her locker just as Anthony reached her.

"Hey darling. I know we had our differences recently, but I just wanted to tell you that I really care about you." Anthony rubbed her arm, and Mercedes melted.

"I know." she sighed, "And I do know that we have a lot to work on, but-"

"Here." Azimio stormed by, tossing a pile of clothing at her that she just managed to catch and then continued his way down the hall, not even waiting to see if she said anything.

"Why did he have your clothes?" Anthony questioned, eyes zeroed in on the pile in her hands.

"Oh, I-"

"Did you have sex with him? And left them at his house?" Mercedes reeled backwards.

"Oh hell to naw! You did not just accuse me of that!" Anthony looked apologetic again, but this time she saw through him. For the second time, she whacked him upside the head, then shoved her clothes in her locker, and stormed away down the hallway.

"Puta!" Santana exclaimed to Sam as she passed him in the hallway, "It means whore!" she called over her shoulder. Sam glanced back at her, completely disoriented. He started to go after her, but Dave cut him off.

"Hello Sam."

"That's a weird voice. You sound angry, but like...housewife at a late husband angry..." Sam looked warily at him.

"Well, maybe the housewife's angry that the husband's a cheater." Dave growled. Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

"Okay, something is wrong with this. I feel like you're not actually talking hypothetically..." Sam stated slowly.

"Oh, I'm not." Dave crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at him.

Then he exploded.

"Sam! I know you're keeping secrets from me! I thought you loved me enough to be honest with me!" Dave finally burst, "I heard the rumors and now I saw you with Kurt!" Dave frowned, "I trust you, but you have to trust me!" Sam sighed.

"I do trust you Dave. I love you and only you. I wouldn't cheat on you, especially with Kurt. Not with any boy or girl." Sam attempted to sooth him.

"Then why did we see you at the hotel with Kurt?" Dave asked, lowering his voice from the shouting it had just been.

"I don't-" Sam took a deep breath, cutting himself off. "My Dad lost his job and that's where I live now. Quinn was also at the hotel, but only because she goes to church with me and it was hard to hide, so she watches Stacy and Stevie for me. We had to sell everything, including my clothes and Kurt found out that I had a problem and he gives me some his old clothes when I need him." Sam finished his speech with a shrug, "It's why I've been canceling out dates, to work, and why you can't come back to my house, the hotel. I know I should have told you, but I was embarrassed."

"It's okay." Dave threaded their fingers together, a silent apology, which Sam accepted with a squeeze of his fingers. "I understand, but Sammy, you know if you had told me," he looked down, "anyone in the glee club," he added, "Anyone of us would have helped, especially me." Sam laughed dryly.

"How you? You have no money and you live with Santana. What would you do?" Sam felt bad when he saw the wounded look Dave gave him, but it was true.

"I would have supported you emotionally. Hell! I would have picked up a job to help out!" Dave crossed his arms, anger growing again.

"Coach, I know that you believe that children should deal with jerks on their own, but this guy..." Quinn fidgeted under Sue Sylvester's glare. "Shelton not only acted homophobically towards Dave and Sam in the locker room, but he harrassed Artie and I also. He needs to be gone." Quinn managed to keep any sort of begging quality out of her voice, knowing it would just be seen as weakness here. Sue tilted her head, flipping through a clipboard she held before nodding.

"He is on my 'To Hell' list." Sue shared. Quinn's eyes widened as she sensed opportunity.

"He could be an example. Show your true power! Scare the entire student body into compliance to your rules even more! Then he can go to Figgins and be expelled!" Quinn knew her desperation was showing, but she hoped the ego strokes would distract. Sue's eyes glinted dangerously as she stood and Quinn gulped, but nervously smiled.

"Your parents will be here soon Mr. Shelton." Figgins tapped his fingers across his desk impatiently. Sue, Quinn, Artie, Dave, and Sam were all stuffed in his tiny office now. Parents of them had not been called because nothing could be put against them.

Shelton shifted uneasily at the mention of his parents. He glared at a sign on the wall, arms crossed and pouting like a five year old. The door opeed at two women walked in.

"Hello. We're Kyle's moms." The taller one greeted, "I'm Alexia, and this is my wife Sarah." she gestured to the other woman.

Silence.

R & R.