Little author notes about so much.

Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? No, not mine.

Song/music choice: Nothing's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around… Sung by that kid in Sweeney Todd, also sung by Blaine in Ep 15 Bash.

And: I'd be interested if you like these words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and blah di blah. Actually, I'm already satisfied, 'cause I've had all the necessary consumption of chocolate and legal chemicals that make me bettererer.

Dedication: For those hunnies who like Polo Jumpers, bow ties and more. For left handed molly dookers, friends of those attracted to someone who isn't attracted to them and those on the wrong side of society.

Rated: 16 M, most of these collections are that, and if you venture forward, it's your responsibility how you accept what is to come. MxM moosh.

Trigger Warning: This piece is probably going to be very unexpected. Considering ep 15 was about SamCedes and a few physical assaults. Seriously think yourself warned, it won't be a very funny angle. Before beginning, it already has a dark perspective. Discussion of rape and an assault scene. Also a suicide scene.

~ S5 ep 15, Seriously part two ~

~ On Parole ~

News Bulletin, News Bulletin, News to hand. A faux fur coat was discovered in the Bay, this afternoon. It is an expensive coat and had only been purchased from … store two days ago. It is suspected that Mr … has done it again, and taken a lady off the streets, assaulted her and murdered her.

As yet no body has been located, and the suspicion of him raping her before murdering her, has not been ruled out. Police will continue their search for the body and for Mr … who is currently on parole in the same city.

Blaine and Kurt had been to the park for an afternoon picnic. The sound of police vehicles ringing their tune in the air becoming annoying, to Blaine.

"You'll get used to it soon enough." But Kurt still helps pack up and they walk hand in hand back to their apartment.

They walk passed umpteen shrines around city light poles. Memorials for assaulted, murdered, lost people of their community.

911 what's your emergency? I need the fire department, my hand is stuck in the bathtub holes. I was trying to retrieve something and now I can't get it out.

Kurt doesn't even get surprised by the amount of flowers and candles in the street. Blaine is slowly becoming desensitized too.

At their apartment building, Mr … is repainting the front doors. "More vulgar words?" "Yep, this time they were spelled correctly though."

"Oh, so slightly educated nasty people this time. I'm impressed." Sarcasm dripping off every word Kurt had said.

They climb the stairs to their apartment, the elevator having died two days ago. The stairwell smells of disinfectant. Blaine scrunches his nose, a smell that will take a lot longer to get used to.

~ coffee and cookies for afternoon tea ~

"I've got to help Sam with an application, so you'll have to go meet Rachel without me. Be careful."

"Blaine, I'm a big grown man, I can take care of myself." He leans over the edge of the sofa and plants a big smooch on Blaine's adorable lips. Blaine can't help grabbing Kurt's neck and pulling him down for more.

~ an hour or two later ~

"Okay, well I think that's everything. I'll see you in a few hours." Kurt backs toward the door, not risking being later than he already was. Blaine looks up from where he's lazing on their bed, and blows him a kiss.

Blaine's phone buzzes. "That'll be Sam, wondering where I am."

As he exits their apartment, and shuts the door Kurt turns around and pushes aside the bag of rubbish someone had left nearby. Thankful to think for looking before tripping over it this time.

Down the two flights of stairs and out to the great big wider world, the night time and lights making the city another world than in the daylight.

Upon reaching the restaurant, his phone vibrates. Text message from Rachel "Where are you?"

Coming inside the restaurant, he waves to her. "Hi there Rachel."

"I was getting so worried. I don't know if you're aware but Mr … is at large again."

"I thought he was just on parole though."

"Well that may be, but he is in this area and we can't be too certain where exactly he is. Lurking in the shadows, just waiting to attack."

"Rachel, you're being too paranoid. He is probably trying all he can to not go back to jail."

"Well, I don't want to risk anything. Are we going to have dinner now, or not?"

"Yes, let's order and eat, I'm famished."

~ Monday night lasagne ~

"Your turn to pay Rachel."

"Fine, yes I'll pay tonight then."

"It's your turn anyhow."

"Right then."

They grab their coats from the cloak room, and start toward home.

As they're crossing an alley, they hear someone being beaten up and calling for help. It's a little old man being attacked by two brutes, two nasty vigilantes.

"Hey! Leave him alone." Calls Kurt and he runs at the two. Pushing one flying off the old man, the other one takes off to his waiting vehicle.

The one he pushed over stands up and lifts his chest in aggression to Kurt. He punches Kurt, who falls over. But he gets back up and lunges at the guy, but Kurt falls as the guy runs after his mate.

Rachel reaches down to the old man. "Are you alright now."

"Not really Miss, but I will be okay. Thank you two so much for helping me." The old man gets up with their help, he straightens his clothes, picks up his hat and puts it back on his head.

"Oh my, you're bleeding." She says, pointing to the side of his face.

He wipes the blood off, looks at it and wipes his hand on his jacket. "Never mind Miss, I'll get cleaned up soon enough."

"You're that guy from the news." Kurt blurts out.

"Yes, yes I am. But I'm trying to be good now." A significant pause. "That's why I'm outside right now. Everyone sees me in the daylight and won't leave me alone."

To Rachel, "I really am trying to be good Miss, really I am."

To Kurt, "Thank you for helping me. Not many people are willing to do that."

"Well, you do have a reputation and I suppose a lot of people still consider that you haven't done enough time in jail."

"Have you ever been in a jail?" Not allowing them time to answer. "It's got to be worse than Hell. I never, ever want to go back in there."

"So do you think you'll commit the crime that put you in there, again."

"No Miss. Other than not wanting to go back in jail, but I know what I did was wrong. I won't ever do that again." He thinks a moment. "I don't even want to do that. And that's a big difference too."

"Come Rachel, we'd better get home then." Kurt's had enough of the old man, and his story.

"Goodbye Miss and young Sir. Thank you again."

"Goodbye old man, take care of yourself then." And Kurt pulls Rachel along, before she has time to say anything more to the old man.

News Bulletin, News Bulletin, News to hand. A faux fur coat was discovered in the Bay, this afternoon. It is an expensive coat and had only been purchased from … store two days ago. It is suspected that Mr … has done it again, and taken someone off the streets, assaulted someone and murdered someone.

A naked male body has been found, and the suspicion of him raping him before murdering him, has not been ruled out. Police will continue their search for more clothing and for Mr … who is currently on parole in the same city.

The old man turns the tv off. He knows how the system works, he knows it wasn't him. He knows what he was doing that day. That day, he was just learning about how his family had gotten on with their lives. How his friends were now spending their lives.

The old man had spent the day enjoying the colours and freedom outside of the jail walls. The internet was so different on this side of the walls.

He hears the police sirens, knowing they're going away from him. His parole officer had been generous in getting him a lovely apartment.

He decides to ring the parole office.

"Hello, Charlie it's late why are you calling me? Are you alright?"

"Hello young Parole Officer of mine, yes I'm okay. I was in a scrap and a lovely Miss and her young Sir came to my assistance, but I'm okay now."

"So why are you calling Charlie?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for all that you've done for me. I know it hasn't been very easy."

"Okay, well get some rest now Charlie and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

~ sometime after then ~

The old man wakes up, tidies up his little home of three days. He stares at the tv set, not turned on. He listens to the outside world. He sighs.

He hears nothing, not a sound from the street, not even his own heart beat. He stands on the chair, it wobbles, it stops. Closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

Soon enough, his prayers are answered. His children will receive their inheritance, his daughter will be sad, his son will feel very sad, the world will be a better place without him.

Soon St Peter will welcome him to the pearly gates.

"So Charlie, good to see you."

"You too St Peter."

"Your crime against humanity."

"I bashed to death, a man that raped my son."

"And?"

"And it felt really good."

"And?"

"And I took my own life."

"Okay, welcome…"

More little author notes: It isn't right to assume the guilt and accusation of others. It's right to stand up for your beliefs, even at the scorn of others. But to what extent do we throw our criticism and pronounce ourselves more right and correct than others? Is it right to know and believe that we all have the ability to love and be desired or desiring of one gender?

But if I don't agree with you, would you then attack me and my rights of belief?