Title: I'm Feeling Lucky – Chapter Four

Characters: Burt Hummel, Kurt Hummel, David Karofsky, Paul Karofsky

Disclaimer: I think we all know that these characters do not belong to me.

Premise: In season two, was expulsion the only route that could have been taken to handle Karofsky? I am taking some liberties with the sequence of events in "Never Been Kissed".

"It's your kid's word against mine and I'll have you know that David would never harm anyone!" Paul Karofsky was breathing heavily at the end of the meeting between parents and students.

Kurt inwardly noted that puce would never be an attractive color on anyone. Not that he would make these observations out loud. He glanced over at his own father, who had a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"Online footage, courtesy of many of this school's cheerleaders and David's fellow jocks, says otherwise," Burt responded flatly, his tone frigid. Dave Karofsky tried to meet his eyes, to look intimidating, but quickly dropped his head.

Paul looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

A laptop was hooked up to the room's projector. Burt found several of the posts Jacob Ben Israel, Azimio, and several other WMHS students had placed on a YouTube channel dedicated to the Gleeks – The Losers – The Freaks.

The first video showed numerous locker-slams continually looped.

The second had slushy highlights.

The third was dedicated solely to 'Hummel Hammering' and Kurt buried his face against his father's shoulder. Bad enough that he couldn't handle the situation on his own – but to have it all online for the whole world to see was incredibly humiliating.

It did, however, lend credibility to his complaints despite Figgins' best efforts to discredit the sources or the ramifications. "Mr. Hummel never made complaints before-"

"-Because the one time I tried, you told me I needed to suck it up and deal with it since I insisted on being 'this way!'" Kurt burst out angrily. "I NEVER walked up to anyone on one of those tapes and said 'Please, torture me, you know I deserve it'. NEVER. And you're still going to say this was my fault?"

Paul Karofsky's gaze alternated between the laptop, Kurt, and his son. He was still breathing heavily, but he was no longer trying to defend his son's actions. Maybe he understood that they honestly couldn't be defended.

At that time, Burt nodded to another man standing in the room with them. The man identified himself as an officer of the local courthouse and presented the Karofskys with several pieces of documentation.

"-this restraining order pertains to Kurt Hummel, Burt Hummel, Carol Hudson, and Finn Hudson. Neither yourself nor your son, identified as David Karofsky, are permitted within 500 feet of the aforementioned individuals for a period not to exceed three years. At the time of expiration, the order can be revoked or continued at the discretion of the aforementioned parties. Violations of this order can and will result in arrest, potential jail time, and penalties."

The papers were signed and notarized. A copy was presented to Principal Figgins who seemed to have run out of words of protest.

"I can't come back to McKinley because of this," Dave said faintly, looking sick.

"No, you can't come back to McKinley because I want my son to be safe," Burt said flatly. "And I can promise you that similar orders will be presented to your fellow hockey and football teammates if the situation at that school does not improve," he added, turning his head to make eye contact with Figgins.

The man gulped but nodded.

Kurt sat back up and held his head up high as the Karofskys and Figgins left the room. He wasn't going to kid himself and think that the court order would magically solve all of his problems at school. But it was a start. He really needed to thank Blaine for giving him the restraining order idea to begin with.

Pulling out his phone, he saw an unopened text.

How did things go today?

Better than I expected. Thanks for the info. Didn't know stuff was online.

Google has never let me down.

I'm keeping your number. Hope that's okay.

More than okay. C U tomorrow at the Lima Bean. Courage, Kurt. :)

He closed his phone with a sigh. Burt still had a hand on his shoulder. "Ready to go home, kiddo?"

"Absolutely."

Maybe the rest of the year would go without him having to stock clothes in his locker. Or maybe he would be taking both athletic teams to court.

Either way, no one pushed the Hummels around and it was past time for Kurt to remember that.

/end/