A/N: There are two songs in this section. The first one I felt fit the scene and the emotions well, but you don't have to worry too much about it. For the second one, however, I highly recommend paying attention to the lyrics, for they are very important to the emotional output of that particular scene.

Now here is the third and final part.

He turned around to face the Doctor who was now standing behind him, watching the scene in the gymnasium with him. The Doctor locked eyes with him and nodded.

"Are you ready to go back, then?"

Burt nodded and they made their way away from the gymnasium and toward the janitor closet where the TARDIS was. The entire trip back to his time, Burt was silent, thinking over the events he had just witnessed. He would have a son. A son who would be brave and strong and unwilling to back down. A son whom he would love no matter what because what did it matter what gender he liked? That wouldn't define Kurt Hummel. His courage would.

As the Doctor followed him out of the TARDIS Burt paused and turned to face the strange man who had just popped into his life and shown him something that changed the way he saw things now.

"How did you know to bring me to that moment, Doctor? How did you know I needed that?"

The Doctor smiled and leaned against the TARDIS door. "I've met your son. In the future. You're all he ever talks about. He loves you very much."

"Yes, but how did you-?"

"Know that you needed to see that moment when Kurt stood up to his bullies and showed them what he's made of? Actually, you didn't need to see it. You would have eventually figured it out on your own how wrong it is to use that word. I was planning on taking you to see that moment no matter what. It just so happened that I overheard you and…" He ended with a shrug of his shoulders. "You know the rest."

"Then – why?"

The Doctor smiled. "Kurt talked about that moment often, and how his only regret was that you weren't there to see it."

Burt nodded and turned to leave the closet. He paused before looking back at the man in the suit who was already halfway inside the TARDIS.

"Oh, and Doctor?"

"Yes, Burt?" The Doctor looked back at him expectantly.

Burt smiled. "Thank you."

The Doctor grinned back. "Any time."

The door closed with a creak and a few seconds later, a loud whooshing noise filled the room as a wind from nowhere swirled around the closet. He watched, amazed and slightly unsurprised, as the blue box faded in and out of existence until it was gone altogether.

With a sigh, Burt opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Across from him was a poster for the 1984 William McKinley High School Junior Prom. So, he was definitely back in his own time, then.

Shoving his hands in his pocket, Burt wandered slowly toward the gymnasium, playing the scene over and over in his head, of his son standing on that stage and his son – dancing with a boy. He rounded the corner right outside the restrooms when he heard laughter. Looking up, he saw a group of boys cornering another – one of those show choir kids, Burt realized. He was small and blond, cowering against a wall while a brunette girl in a white dress stood to the side, shouting at the boys to stop.

Burt frowned, wondering what the girl was shouting about and as he drew nearer, he heard a familiar voice – Billy – telling the boy against the wall to "stop being such a fag."

Suddenly, the blond boy was gone and Burt saw his future son, Kurt there instead. It was only a moment, but in that second, something inside Burt snapped and the next thing he knew he had Billy pinned against the wall next to the show choir boy, an arm pressed against his throat.

"What the hell, Hummel?" a voice asked while Burt glared at Billy who was struggling to push his arm away.

"Yeah, what's your problem?"

"My problem," Burt spat, "is that filthy word you people seem to think you can just throw around like it doesn't mean anything."

"Dude, it's just a word," Billy laughed.

"It is not just a word," Burt sneered. "It can hurt someone just as much as a punch can. And you know what? It probably hurts more."

"What's gotten into you, man?" Billy asked. "What the hell did that man say to you?"

"So much more than you'll ever understand, Billy." With a growl, Burt dropped his arm, letting his friend go. "Now leave. All of you. And if I ever catch any of you using that word or bothering this kid again, I will hit you so hard you'll wish you'd see just stars."

Without another word the group of boys left, making their way rather quickly back toward the gymnasium. Burt turned to face the show choir boy, but he was already running down the hall in the opposite direction. Burt frowned, watching him go.

"Hey," a voice behind him said. Turning, Burt looked at the chestnut haired girl who had been standing there the whole time, watching the scene unfold. She was looking past him, watching the boy run away as well.

"What you did just now? That was amazing. I'm sure he'll want to thank you later," she said, gesturing toward the show choir boy, "but I think he's just a little shaken right now."

Burt shrugged. "It was no big deal."

"Yes, it was actually," the girl said, finally looking at him. Burt was taken aback by the color of her eyes – a beautiful blue-grey with hints of green that shone like the sea on a winter's day. His breath caught in his throat and Burt swore his heart skipped two beats.

"It's about time someone started standing up against people who use words like that because they're afraid of what's different."

Burt nodded in agreement, not trusting his voice as he stared back at this girl. She smiled at him and his stomach decided to flip in his stomach.

"Well, that was my date who just ran away. So I guess I'll have to go sit out that last dance alone. I'll see you around, Burt?"

Burt felt himself nod as she turned toward the open doors of the gymnasium at the end of the hallway, out of which was spilling a beautiful melody. He looked at the scene inside, of his fellow classmates dancing together and saw instead his son and the other boy, swaying together and smiling.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Burt looked at the girl in the white dress only to find that she had already disappeared inside the gymnasium. Suddenly, Burt knew what he had to do and without a second thought, he ran toward the doors.

Inside the lights had been dimmed. A disco ball hung over the crowd, reflecting shards of blue across the dance floor as people swayed to music the band was playing. It was a slow song that Burt recognized and so he hurried to find the girl whose eyes were like the sea. He pushed his way through the crowd, shouting apologies as he made his way toward the tables in the back. Finally, a couple moved and he spotted her, sitting at a table by herself, watching wistfully as the couples danced by.

Just as Burt began to move toward her the music came to an end. Panicked, he looked at the stage, hoping that the band would keep playing, but no such luck. The guitar player was already taking off his instrument while the drummer was standing up and stretching his legs. Burt felt his heart sink as the students began to filter off the dance floor.

Then the lead singer spoke into the microphone. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, someone has requested a special song for a certain couple. According to the man who gave me the record, it's something you've never heard before, and probably won't for a while. I have absolutely no idea what he means, but he insisted I play it. So I guess the night isn't over just yet for you kids. Enjoy."

There was a crackle as the record player was turned on and someone set the needle down. A piano melody began to play sweetly as couples once again took the floor.

I get lost in your eyes

And I feel my spirits rise

And soar like the wind

Is it love that I am in?

Burt quickly spun on his heel and made his way over to the girl, who sat staring down at her hands in her lap.

"Excuse me?"

I get weak in a glance

Isn't that what's called romance?

And now I know

'Cause when I'm lost I can't let go

The girl looked up at him, eyes widening as Burt held out his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

The girl, eyes still wide, nodded and slipped her hand into his. Together they made their way onto the dance floor. She turned to face him when they reached it, smiling up at him as he slipped his hands around her waist. Hers found their way around his neck. Even in the dim lighting, her eyes were still the brightest he had ever seen.

I don't mind not knowing what I'm headed for

You can take me to the skies

It's like being lost in heaven

When I'm lost in your eyes

They began swaying to the melody, dancing to a song that somehow Burt knew was meant for them. And as this beauty before him lay her cheek on his chest, he looked over her shoulder and saw a slim figure in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, smiling at them.

I just fell, don't know why

Something's there we can't deny

And when I first knew

Was when I first looked at you

Burt smiled back and the Doctor waved – a half-eaten banana? – at him beforeturning and leaving the room. Burt just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the beautiful girl in his arms.

I get weak in a glance

Isn't this what's called romance?

Oh, I'll be found

When I am lost in your eyes

Ten Years Later

Don't go changing, to try and please me

You never let me down before

Don't imagine you're too familiar

And I don't see you anymore

Burt Hummel smiled as he looked down into the eyes that had once captivated him, and still did, but in a different way. He swayed slowly as he sung gently to the tiny being cradled in his arms.

Don't go trying some new fashion

Don't change the color of your hair

You always have my unspoken passion

Although I might not seem to care

He didn't have the best voice – not nearly as beautiful as his wife's – and he couldn't remember half the lyrics to this song, but he knew that the ones he did remember were just the right ones for his son to hear.

I said I love you and that's forever

And this I promise from the heart

I could not love you any better

I love you just the way you are

Songs:

"Lost in Your Eyes," by Debbie Gibson

"Just the Way Your Are," by Billy Joel