Now that Kurt had returned to McKinley after spending a few months at another public school nearby (somewhat safer, but much duller as well), he was determined to start a chapter of PFLAG at McKinley High. It was desperately needed, and maybe something good might come out of it. Principal Figgins had already given him permission, although he had immediately added that he himself wouldn't be attending even the first meeting. To be honest, Kurt wasn't surprised.

It wasn't as if the principal hadn't let him down time and again in the past, after all. Really, Santana's cunning was the only reason why Kurt was able to come back to McKinley and, more importantly, his friends. If Santana hadn't somehow figured out that Karofsky was gay and subsequently blackmailed him for that very reason, Kurt wouldn't have left his previous school.

That being said, he didn't think he'd be ready to walk through the hallways of McKinley with his former bully, and Santana seemed to understand and respect that. He was pleasantly surprised.

With the help of his parents, Ms Pillsbury and Rachel and her dads, Kurt managed to put together a plan for the first few PFLAG meetings – if the first meeting would go well, they'd have to keep going, right?

Kurt had tried to put up some flyers around the school, but he'd known from the start that that would probably only end in disaster. While the jocks didn't physically assault him anymore, what with the Bully Whips – who had the principal's permission to give out detentions to all the bullies they came across – they made it known that they didn't want to see the flyers in the school.

Luckily, his father had agreed to put up a flyer in the shop as well, and Rachel's dads had each taken some to work with them; furthermore, they'd put up announcements on the internet, in supermarkets, and generally around town. The group had done their best giving their new PFLAG chapter some publicity, and could now only hope that some people would show up.

o-o-o-o-o

The night of the first meeting, the room was mostly filled with New Directions members – but not all of them; Kurt realised immediately that Santana, for instance, wasn't present, which was both surprising and unsurprising to him, and Sam had apologised profusely but claimed that he really had to work that night – and some of their parents. Rachel's dads were even playing hosts, which Kurt didn't mind all too much. Apparently, they'd been trying to start a PFLAG chapter in or near Lima for years now, but this was the first time anyone had shown any interest. That hadn't been very encouraging to hear.

Also present were a few McKinley teachers (he suspected maybe coach Sylvester might've come, if it wouldn't have seemed like she actually cared) and what must be Rachel's dads' friends or co-workers, and it appeared that some other people, who didn't really have any ties to one of the organising parties, had shown up as well.

That was at least somewhat encouraging.

When the meeting started, Kurt was happy to see that there was, indeed, a rather well-sized group of people in the room. Even if half of them wouldn't show up for a second meeting, there'd still be some people left. Maybe this was going to work.

After going around the room for introductions – Kurt was surprised to learn that there were people here coming all the way from Westerville; he'd have thought there'd be PFLAG chapters closer to that town – he and Rachel's two dads (who were just as… enthusiastic as Rachel herself; he could definitely see where she got that) started explaining what they were planning on doing tonight and during the next few meetings. As soon as Kurt stopped talking, there was a short silence before one of Rachel's dads started speaking. However, during this silence, a dark haired boy Kurt didn't quite know the name of, climbed on top of his chair. He was sitting (well, standing now) across the room from Kurt, and everybody hurriedly glanced around at him.

Kurt sighed. It had all gone so well, but he could've known that someone in the group was either completely mad or a homophobe trying to provoke people or turn them straight. Before anyone could do anything, however, the boy started shouting at the top of his lungs (which he didn't need to do at all, as everyone else in the room was already staring at him in silence).

"Equal rights to everyone!" the boy shouted. "We ought to be accepted in society – " As the boy told them all exactly what his opinions were, Mercedes caught Kurt's eye from a few seats down.

"Who the hell is that?" she whispered.

"I have no idea," he replied, staring at the boy who was still half-shouting things from his position on top of his chair. "He looks kind of familiar, sure, but I don't know who he is and what he's doing here."

The two boys who were sitting on either side of the boy on the chair were standing up as well now. While the blonde tried to reason with the boy, the brown-haired guy turned to the rest of the room. "We're very sorry about Blaine," he said apologetically. "He's…" He turned back to his two friends. "He's kind of having a bad time right now. His dad wasn't happy at all when he found out Blaine was planning on attending this meeting tonight, so I suppose he's letting out all his frustration now. He's not usually like this, trust me."

"Well, he does always climb furniture," the blond boy corrected him, keeping his eyes at their friend. "He just usually doesn't shout like this."

"Why didn't his father want him to come here?" one of Rachel's dads asked, glancing at the now distraught looking boy standing on the chair.

The boy who'd first spoken glanced at his two friends hesitantly. After what seemed like a heavy internal debate, he responded, "He doesn't agree with… Blaine being the way he is. He thinks Blaine chose to be gay in order to rebel against his parents and society, that he just loves the attention. So he definitely doesn't want him to associate with people who are the same as him."

As people started muttering, probably having experienced the same thing, Kurt figured that it might be good to address this matter as well in a later meeting. Eventually, the boy, Blaine, sat down again, his friends' hands firmly on his shoulders. He muttered an apology, looking rather embarrassed by his own actions, but it appeared that a lot of people felt sympathetic instead of angry or annoyed. Kurt himself had never been more thankful for his own father, and it didn't shock him at all that, as he glanced at his father, he was studying Blaine intently.

The meeting went on without any further interruptions, be they by Blaine or anyone else. Several people tried to coax the boy into talking about his obvious issues with his father, but he just shook his head and kept his mouth closed.

When the meeting ended, Kurt's father didn't hesitate one moment, but immediately approached Blaine and his two friends. Although he was curious as to what his father was saying, Kurt knew he had to talk to Rachel's dads about the meeting, and to other people as well if they wanted to.

After almost everyone had left, the two boys who'd been sitting next to Blaine were suddenly standing in front of Kurt. "Is that your father?" the blond one asked, nodding towards where Kurt's dad was still talking to Blaine.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, that's my dad. Why?"

The brunet grinned. "You'd better watch out. It's almost like he wants to adopt Blaine."

"It wouldn't surprise me," Kurt muttered. "So… you're his friends, then?"

The two boys nodded sagely. "Yes, we are," the brunet replied. "We tried to make him attend meetings closer to Westerville, but that never worked out very well. So here we are."

"It doesn't bother you that you have to come along?" Kurt asked, wondering if these boys were really forced to come; after all, they didn't seem very opposed to being here, but not everything was what it seemed.

"Not really," the blond boy answered. "He's our friend, and this is a meeting for parents, family and friends of gay people, right?"

"Right," Kurt replied, wondering if he'd have been able to drag along some of his friends – let alone the guys in Glee club – along to a meeting about gay people about two hours away. Maybe now, some of them might come along, but only a few months ago, most of them wouldn't have bothered. "He's lucky to have friends like you guys."

The boys grinned proudly. "He should be proud," the blond boy agreed.

"Everyone at Dalton's really friendly, though," the other boy said. "Especially since we're all in the most popular club in school."

"Which club might that be?" Kurt asked. He had no idea what private school boys in dark blue blazers were into.

"The Warblers!" the boys exclaimed in unison, and before Kurt had a chance to respond – he hadn't realised these boys were in the show choir New Directions had defeated at Regionals a few weeks prior – Rachel was standing next to him.

"Where?" she demanded.

The two boys eyed her oddly, and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Rachel, in case you'd forgotten, we haven't exactly been singing tonight," he started, but it was too later.

"Spies!" she cried out, pointing at the two boys, and attracting the attention of everyone else in the room – which, granted, wasn't a lot of people, but it was slightly embarrassing nevertheless.

"Rachel, please," Kurt said. "No singing has been going on tonight, and besides, they're no longer the competition, remember?"

"Oh, right, you're that girl," the blond boy said, nodding in recognition. "I'd also like to point out that us Warblers accepted our defeat with more grace than the woman who coached Aural Intensity."

"Well, yeah, but that's coach Sylvester," Rachel countered, though her argument didn't appear to win the two boys over, so she stormed away again.

"Sorry about that," Kurt said. "Did you really just imply that your show choir is the most popular club at Dalton? Maybe I should have transferred there instead…"

The boys then started talking about how awesome the Warblers were, at least until their friend approached them again, looking a little hesitant about Kurt's presence. Once his friends had calmed down enough, Blaine smiled apologetically at Kurt. "Sorry for disturbing your meeting," he said quietly. "I'll just – go and wallow in shame now and never come back."

"What?" Kurt wondered what his dad had told this boy, if he thought he was no longer welcome at these meetings. "No, you can come back! That is, as long as you don't get on a chair every time to proclaim what all of us here want to happen."

Blaine nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, no, I'll definitely try not to ever do that again. I have no idea why I did that, to be honest."

"Sometimes you have to get your frustration out," the blond boy reminded him.

Their brown-haired friend nodded. "Yeah, we all do. It's not your fault that you have to be standing on top of a chair for that. I mean, Wes polishes his gavel like mad when something's bothering him, David finds new ways to organise our sheet music – it drives Thad crazy, remember? – and Jeff here sends angry texts to every number in his phone."

"You're more normal than most of us," the blond boy (Jeff, apparently) agreed.

And Kurt thought New Directions had some weird members.

"And if you ever want to talk…," he started.

"I know," Blaine said. "It's what that man over there just told me as well." He took a deep breath. "Perhaps I'm ready to talk about it during the next meeting. That's next week, right? Or is it the week after that?"

"It's in two weeks," Kurt confirmed. "Don't feel pressured to talk about it, though."

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's fine. Most of the guys at Dalton know about it."

"We had to figure it out ourselves, though," Jeff reminded him.

"Whenever you're ready," Kurt said, and Blaine smiled slightly.

"I'll keep it in mind," he promised. "We should go now, though – Dalton's quite a drive away, I'm afraid."

Kurt nodded understandingly. "Okay. See you next time, then, I guess?"

The three boys nodded, and even waved, as they walked out of the room.

"I don't understand those people," Kurt's father said, suddenly standing next to Kurt. "Parents who can… look at their kids and just… not accept them."

"I know," Kurt muttered. "Thanks, dad."

He wasn't sure what he was thanking him for – for accepting him, for being there, for talking to Blaine… perhaps it was all those things and more.

As they walked towards the parking lot, Kurt replayed the events of the evening and decided that it had been a good first meeting. Knowing Figgins, something would get in the way of holding a second meeting (and the ones after that) at school, but both Rachel herself and her fathers had volunteered to hold them in their house – their basement was certainly big enough. It would all be fine, and maybe, just maybe, they could make some sort of change, however small it may be. Kurt definitely hoped they could.