Kurt walked through the airport. The flight had been a mess. There had been tears even though he wouldn't tell Blaine.

He saw his Dad stand a little further and he started running towards him. “Hi kiddo,” Burt said when Kurt was finally back in his arms. “Miss me?”

Kurt started laughing. “Maybe a little.”

Burt playfully punched his arm. “Let's get going, you know how I feel about airports.”

Kurt grinned and followed Burt towards their car. Burt took the suitcase and placed it inside the trunk.

They both went to their side of the car and stepped inside.

When they were finally on the road, Burt started talking. “So how was LA kiddo?”

If the grin on Kurt's face was an indication, it must have been amazing. “It was crazy and all so amazing. I still can't believe I did all that.”

Burt smiled. “I'm proud of you, you know that? I watched the whole show and it looked amazing, on both of you!”

Kurt smiled to his dad. “Thank you dad!”

When Kurt came home, he fell face first on his bed. He took only one more minute to remove his clothes and to send a quick text to Blaine that he was home before falling asleep.

The next morning came way to early. After all his dad had told him he had to go to school much to Kurt's dismay, because he had missed already way too much school.

Kurt made his way down the stairs after his long cold shower to wake up some more. His dad was already waiting for him with a cup of warm coffee.

“Bud, take a seat, we need to talk”, said Burt.

Kurt placed his bad on the seat next to him and took a seat himself. He started sipping his coffee slowly and looked at his dad, trying to see why they need to talk.

Burt placed in front of him a plate with some eggs and roasted bread. “Here you go.”

Kurt nodded in thanks towards his dad and started eating.

Burt took a seat in front of him and took a sip of his own cup of coffee. “You know me and Blaine changed phone numbers right?”

Kurt nodded, trying to think about where this was going.

“So after you guys arrived in LA, he called me. He wanted to talk about your school situation.”

Kurt almost spit out his coffee. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, he said he was worried about you. He told me there were some troubles with bullies but didn't want to get too much into it, saying you should tell me the whole story.”

Kurt was staring dumbfound to him. “There is nothing for you to worry about,” said Kurt.

He took his bag and stood up. “Thank you for breakfast this morning, I'm going to school now.”

He hugged his dad one more time and escaped as fast as possible, knowing that his dad wouldn't want to let go of the situation.

Kurt couldn't believe Blaine had done that. He had calmed down a little when he arrived at the parking lot. After all Blaine had tried to help him but Kurt didn't want his dad too worry.

With a sigh he took out his phone, searched for the right person and pressed dial.

It kept on dialing and Kurt thought he wouldn't pick up until he heard the voice he wanted to hear.

“Kurt,” said a relieved voice.

It made Kurt forget he was mad. “Hi Blaine.”

“Not that I'm not happy you called me, but why did you call me?” asked Blaine on the other side.

Kurt thought he heard a car in the background. “I'm sorry, I just needed to hear your voice, I'm about to enter school.”

He heard Blaine hum in acknowledgement. “I hope today will be ok.”

“Yeah me too. Although I should be kind of mad at you,” said Kurt.

“How do you mean?” asked Blaine. A slight panic was sounding though his voice.

“You told my dad,” was al Kurt said.

He heard Blaine sigh on the other side. “I know and I'm sorry that I did but I did it to protect you Kurt. I'm really scared that something will happen with you and I need you Kurt.”

Kurt sighed, “I know you meant well Blaine but please let me handle things. It will be alright, ok?”

“Ok Kurt but promise me that you will call me immediately if anything happens,” asked Blaine desperately.

“I promise Blaine, don't worry! But now I really have to go. Skype tonight?”

“I would want to do anything else,” said Blaine. “Courage Kurt, have a good day!”

“You too Blaine.” Said Kurt before he turned off his phone.

He walked out of his car and looked up at the building. The words courage repeating in his mind before he took the final steps towards the building, ready to face the music.

Kurt walked towards his locker. Everywhere people were starting to look to him. It didn't only make him feel awkward, it made him also realize that everyone had seen it or at least noticed he was gone.

He took his books out of his locker and hung a new picture on the inside. It was a picture of him and Blaine before the red carpet. He loved it.

When the picture hung up just like he wanted it, he turned around and started to make his way towards class, ready to start the day.

Everything had gone perfectly fine until lunch break. He had gone to classes, ignored the stares and tried to concentrate on whatever the teachers were saying.

He didn't know what his dad had said to the headmaster and the other teachers, but it seemed like they were going to leave him alone for skipping classes, much to his relieve.

He hadn't seen Karofsky, Amizio or actually anyone until lunch break. But lunch break was apparently enough reason to get back to old habits.

Kurt walked out of his classes towards his friends who were waiting for him at his locker. He hadn't seen them yet and he was happy to see them.

It was then that he got shoved in a locker. His arm hit the locker pretty hard and he winced in pain. And like that wasn't bad enough, he got two slushies over his head.

He carefully removed the syrup from his eyes. Above him were Karofsky and Azimio, looking down on him with all the other jocks that had once bullied him. “Well well, look who is back. You didn't think we would forget about you, did you Hummel? Now let's start with saying that we all saw your little show thing. It's not because you got your hour of fame that things will go different.  You are still the same fairy! Welcome back Hummel!” said Karofsky before they turned around and walked way laughing.

Kurt was sitting on the ground. His arm was hurting pretty bad. He rubbed over it a few times before he slowly stood up. He looked up to see his friends walking away towards the lunch room.

A disappointed frown made a way on his face as he walked towards the rest room to clean up a little. He pulled of his wet shirt and started washing out his hair. When he felt like everything was out of his hair, he took a towel and started drying his hair. He took the dry shirt and started butting it up carefully.

When he was finished, he had just a little time left to eat lunch before classes. He decided to go to the choir room. While he was eating, he checked his mails, his twitter and his facebook but nothing seemed to have changed.