Wes's day had been horrible: like end of the world, 'Luke I am your father,' 'congratulations it's a lizard baby' kind of day. When he woke up, after overcoming the morning haze and confusion, he was mortified by the events of the night before. Wes does not break down in front of others. So he left the room to take a walk, it certainly wasn't the first 5:30 stroll he had taken recently. His mind was still heavy with dark foreboding thoughts. I could have done more. Even if Kurt says he won't, it doesn't set anything in stone. Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming, which means I have to go home…and deal with my father. My college applications are due soon. Will Blaine be alright without David and I?

When his walk had ended he was faced with another unforeseen, though it should have been obvious, problem. David took the entire nightmare incident to heart. This frustrated Wes because honestly how could any of it be David's fault…

Then as if to add one more planet to Atlas's back he gets this weird unexpected message from the Dean.

Mr. Montgomery,

There will be a midterm transfer auditioning for Warblers tomorrow evening following his first day of school. Mr. Thompson has been showing him around since this morning. Please make him feel welcome.

Dean Swartz

So now sitting in Calculus, Wes was once again distracted. So much prep goes into having an audition and here is the dean giving me one rehearsal to inform the other Warblers and schedule a supplement practice! I mean sectionals are only a week away…This kid had better be freaking AMAZING…

Wes rarely skipped anything, but today was different. With Calculus over, he would only be skipping Italian. I am never going to need Italian!

Feeling emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and exceptionally stressed. Wes headed back to his dorm room. More importantly his bed.

~~ With David~~

"Hi David…" Kurt's voice was scratchy, his eyes were downcast and rimmed red. In short he looked miserable.

Before David could respond the young receptionist, Mark, spoke up, "Your Kurt Hummel, correct? Your father just called, he wanted to make sure you had arrived. Apparently he was under the perception that you were going to call when you got here, but I told him you were in a meeting."

"Thanks…" Kurt's eyes didn't leave the floor.

"Hey Kurt…Dean Swartz I can take him from here. We know each other." David walked forward to meet his friend and placed a hand on his back leading him away.

"Of course Mr. Thompson. Here is his room key, Warbler hall room…ah I don't remember, but he is rooming with Mr. Anderson. Preparations will be made shortly and Mr. Hummel has informed me his father will be bringing his things this evening." Dean Swartz handed David a small key. "You are safe here Kurt, please don't forget that." Then returned to his office.

Well this was unexpected… "Come on Kurt, let's go somewhere to talk before I give you a tour."

Ultimately the pair ended up on the swings in the elementary division playground. David broke the silence that had traveled with them, "When did this happen Kurt. I mean, yesterday you were in the hospital and… Does Blaine know?"

"Dad and Carole wouldn't let me go back to McKinley after what happened. And well, Coach Sylvester kind of likes me…I guess…"

Who is Coach Sylvester? WAIT, Cheerios Coach Sylvester! Wow… "Well I understand your father and step-mothers reasoning. But I would have assumed you at least taken today off…"

"They would have won then…"

"Who?"

Kurt backed up, then allowed his legs to gracefully slide away from the ground. He swung to and fro with fluidity. Only when the motions stopped did the injured boy speak again. His voice soft, "The guys who broke my arm. The jocks. Whatever force killed my momma and gave Dad a heart attack. All of the stupid ignorant hateful people in the world…they would have won."

Wow…Kurt's a lot stronger than anyone would have guessed. Here he is with a nasty break in his arm and a father who just got married, and yet refuses to have a day off because it would show weakness…

"And no I haven't told Blaine…" Kurt added, his swing moving again but with even less force than before. "I wanted too. I don't have his number memorized and they…they broke my phone last night…"

"Right…" Wow David that was lame… "He was really worried about you. I mean we all were but Blaine took it really hard. I think he blames himself for not stopping them." Actually I know he blames himself…

Kurt stopped moving abruptly, "What? Why would he blame himself. He did stop them and…"

"Why don't you tell me exactly what happened?" David mimicked Kurt's earlier actions, releasing tension by swinging gently. "If you want."

Kurt's swing began again with a soft sigh, "The wedding was perfect. Then dinner with Blaine was going to be perfect too, but it was interrupted. Azimo, one of McKinley's football players, he caught me by the arm," David noted the subconscious way Kurt's good arm drifted over his right. "and yanked. That's when the first break happened… I remember white hot pain and then Blaine yelled something. One of the other guys shoved him to the ground. Then, I guess, Azimo shoved me, and I landed wrong because the next thing I saw was bone…and then Blaine was up and he managed to get them to back off." Kurt paused, "Everything is jumbled, but I know Blaine was right in front of me, kneeing there in the wet grass. He took his sweater off and carefully wrapped it around my arm. Stemming the blood. He helped me stand, and brought me to his car." Kurt sighed again. "If anything he saved me." Every time Kurt mentioned Blaine his voice held such warmth and love.

How can he be so calm? I would be so upset. "It really shouldn't have happened Kurt. Those guys, Azimo, and the rest they were arrested right? That was a hate crime."

In that second time stopped. Kurt's swing ceased to move, like a pendulum ending time. "No. Aside from myself, who was injured and has reason to hate Azimo and the others, and Blaine there were no witnesses. The police won't do anything." Kurt said it so simply it turned David's stomach.

Why does the world have to suck this much? "You're saying they won't believe you because you were either in too much pain to identify them, or because you are making it up? That's really stupid! They broke you arm!"

"That is the way things are…Dad was…he was so upset…Can we just go to the dorms now? Please."

David nodded hopping off the swing.

A/N: Yes I know I broke my pattern but I just couldn't leave David hanging there! I had to know what happened…I mean it would have been mean to leave you all hanging… Enjoy!