This bed is awesome.

This was Blaine's thought as he awoke. As he opened his eyes he smiled realizing he was in Kurt's room. He quickly lost that smile when he remembered why. It was early. Why was Kurt up? He had to be taking the day off from school to let it blow over.

This was apparently not the case as Kurt walked out of the bathroom completely dressed with his hair done.

"Morning sleepy head" he smiled at Blaine kissing him on the lips. "I was just about to wake you. Hurry up and get dressed or we'll be late for school. I found a pair of pants you left here and I have a shirt out that will probably fit you if you roll up the sleeves. Might not be your most fashionable day, but take comfort in the fact that I'll love you anyway. I'm heading downstairs for breakfast. My nose says Carol is making Blueberry pancakes. Must be my lucky day."

"Okay. Be right down." Blaine got out of bed and watched Kurt as he left the room. "So I guess that's how were playing this." he said to himself grabbing a towel to take a shower.

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Carol did make blueberry pancakes, and they were freaking delicious. Kurt, Burt, Carol and Blaine were all sitting around the table having breakfast. It would have been lovely if it weren't for the elephant in the room. The Hummels seemed determined however to enjoy their breakfast before dealing with the days problem.

"I feel bad, blueberry pancakes are Finn's favorite." Said Kurt absentmindedly, only realizing once the words were out that he had drawn attention to his brother's absense.

"Well if he didn't sneak around and lie to sleep over his girlfriend's house then he would have some pancakes. As it stands, Finn gets no pancakes." said Carol with the tinge of a mother who knows a thing or two about teenage pregnancy.

"No, he's sleeping at Pucks, they were studying for a math test", Kurt insisted.

Nobody bought it. Burt seemed almost entertained.

"If you're gonna lie at least go with something better than studying with Puck. I mean, really kid."

Blaine couldn't help himself as a small laugh escaped his lips. Kurt kicked him under the table but smirked despite himself.

"Whatever," said Burt, "I guess he gets a pass. We have bigger problems today."

At this the mood at the table visibly shifted.

"Blaine, your dad was here until late last night going over possible legal action. Since you're 18, Kurt, there is not much we can do on that front. But I'm meeting with that slime ball Salazar in an hour to talk to him about pulling the ad. It apparently aired 7 other times last night on 3 different stations. Twice during primetime. That better be the last of it.. Now let's just hope I don't murder this guy before lunch."

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They pulled up to school holding hands. With one last look at eachother Blaine brought kurt's hand to his mouth as he leaned forward and kissed it. The two got out of the car and walked up to the school shoulders touching.

Once through the door they were met with snickers and stares but nothing too intense. Perhaps a little more aggressive than a normal day, but their normal days have been pretty tame as of late. But when they reached Blaine's locker they began to understand the joys of the visibility of a national political campaign.

First homo was spray painted onto Blaine's locker. Blaine was pissed, but he tried to keep on his gameface since that seemed to be the route he and Kurt were taking. "I certainly can't be the first. At the very least Eleanor Roosevelt beat me to it." Blaine tried to joke but his light expression dropped once he saw Kurt .

Kurt was paler than usual, which is saying alot. His eyes were wide and he looked truly embarrassed.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Blaine." Kurt whispered.

"What the hell Kurt? I can't believe you spray painted my locker!" Blaine said with his head tilted to the side.

"Stop it. It's not a joke. I never should have-" Kurt cut himself off as he ducked his head and began to walk toward his locker. Blaine was hot on his heels.

"You never should have what? What are you apologizing for because I can't see anything you have done that was wrong."

"I'm sorry I pushed you to come to this stupid school." Kurt quietly said to Blaine through a ducked head. "It was so selfish, you were happy and safe and popular. You had everything and I forced you to give that up to be here having hate spewed at you. I never should have dragged you into this. It was my problem and it should have stayed that way."

"There was not one correct statement in that rant of yours. Don't repeat it, it makes you look stupid to say things that aren't true. Eleanor and I don't suffer fools. And if it's your problem it's my problem. You didn't force me to do anything. I chose to be here and I would do it again every time. I mean it when I say I love you, that's not just talk. I crazy grown up love you."

Kurt almost cracked a smile. Despite the heightened risk, Blaine briefly squeezed Kurt's hand then rubbed his forearm as they made their way to Kurt's locker dreading what they would find there.

True to form, President Homo was painted on Kurt's locker. Blaine wondered if the smoke coming out of his ears was visible as he graveled into his boyfriend's ear.

"Alexander the Great, Abraham Lincoln, Albus Dumbledore. They should be so lucky." Kurt straightened his back, opened his locker and got out his books. He closed the locker and turned to walk away back straight and arm rubbing against Blaine.

"Why weren't you my campaign manager?"

"My ambitions lie elsewhere, I'm content to ride your coat tails."

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The rest of the day seemed to pass quickly. Blaine was walking down the hall coming back from the bathroom when he saw a familiar figure walking down the hall.

"Burt!"

Blaine raced up to his boyfriend's father terrified at what could be bringing the man to McKinley today.

"What's going on? Is everything alright? Is-" Burt cut him off.

"There is another commercial set to air tonight. It's Not Kurt or you, but it outs another student at the school. That jerkoff gave me a copy at our meeting today. I'm here to tell that student with Sue Sylvester."

It didn't take Blaine long to realize who Burt was referring to. "Oh no. How the hell did he find out? She hasn't told anyone."

"Apparently his niece goes here and he overheard an altercation. I've gotta go, but he's pulled the Kurt commercial to make airtime for this one. "

"Why is he doing this?" Blaine asked. He really wanted to understand.

"Some people think they need to rely on fear and hatred to get ahead. I really need to beat this guy into the ground." Burt leaned closer to Blaine and lowered his mirthful voice. "And if it's not for the seat in congress, then i'll just literally beat him into the ground, either way; we can't all be pacifists." He smiled at his son's boyfriend and continued his walk down the hall.

Burt is awesome.