DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee. What a shame.

TRIGGER WARNING:This fanfic will deal with suicidal thoughts, abandonment, homophobia and bullying.

– David's POV –

What? What's going on? Ew. What is that?

I slowly pried my eyes open and just as they were about to adjust to the brightness of the room, something wet touched my hand. Shocked I looked down to see Tinman jumping excitedly on my bed, occasionally licking my hand. Laughing I got out of bed and got dressed in my usual attire for school – jeans, polo shirt and my football jacket. I went downstairs looking for the owner of the house, Tinman trotting after me.

Rachel was sitting by the kitchen counter happily devouring a bowl of cereal while bobbing her head to a 'Jimmy Eat World' song. Before I entered the kitchen I studied her for a few seconds. She had her hair up in a messy bun and barely had any makeup on. She wore a wife-beater and pj-bottoms that were way to big on her. All in all she looked carefree and not at all like she looked at school.

Interesting.

"Morning, Dave! Come have breakfast! After all we do have a lot to do before school!", she shook me out of my thoughts.

"Right. Okay. Morning by the way", I said while looking around the kitchen "Uhm where are the bowls?"

She motioned to a cupboard right in front of me.

"Spoons?"

"In the drawer to your left."

"Right, okay. Thanks!", I told her while rummaging through the drawer looking for a spoon.

"No, I said to your left!", she smirked at me. I stared blankly at her when suddenly the front door opened.

– Rachel's POV –

"Honey! I'm home!", I heard a voice yell cheerfully. Dave glanced at me nervously to which I only shook my head smiling amused.

"In the kitchen!", I shouted back.

While shoveling the last few spoons of cereal in my mouth, Sammy entered the kitchen looking confused at Dave. Before she even had the chance to ask any questions I introduced them.

"Dave this is Sammy. Sam this is Dave. He's gonna live here from now on!"

"Alright then. Right to the point. I like it. Any backstory? Or did he just turn up on your porch?", the blonde asked while rummaging through the fridge.

"Uhm. My parents threw me out when they found out I was..am gay.", David mumbled while pouring some milk in his cereal.

"Well, that is their mistake. At least we can now officially invite you to our little 'Out and Proud'-Club thingy. Interested?", Sam asked him while pouring herself some coffee.

"Wait! You're gay? Both of you?", he nearly shouted.

"Well I am. This one over there is pansexual", I told him casually while cleaning up the dirty dishes.

"You're gay? Really? But…what about Finn? I thought you were a happy couple…"

Suddenly Sammy burst out laughing, almost spitting orange juice everywhere. I glared at her darkly, which she – naturally – took as a sign to tell the story of the fabulous Finchel love story.

"She lost a bet against me and had to make the quarterback her boyfriend!"

"And what a great idea that was!", I mumbled sarcastically. "Doesn't leave me alone ever since!"

David chuckled lightly and ate the last bit of his cereal.

– Sammy's POV –

As I wrapped my hands around my coffee mug to absorb the warmth of it I looked at Rachel.

"So…you called me, I'm here. What do you need my help with?"

"As you know David had to leave his house rather in a hurry. So he doesn't really have any stuff here at the moment. The plan is to go to his house, get his stuff, get out and go to school afterwards. Damn my perfect attendance! You in? We need a get-a-way-car", she said as if I had a choice.

"Wait! Rachel, we can't just go in there and get my stuff. My parents are homophobic pricks. They won't let us just in and let us leave peacefully. They'd kill me first!", David shouted.

"Don't worry about it, David! I am rather convincing if need be", Rachel told him.

And with being convincing she naturally means being a ninja. Well, that is not going to end well.

"I'm gonna go upstairs to change and we will head out in ten minutes!", she said while already running upstairs.

I turned to look at Dave.

"Don't even try to convince her otherwise. It won't work. But trust me, she really is…convincing!", I tried comforting him.

– David's POV –

We got in my old Chevrolet and drove to my old house.

"I think I can safely say that I haven't been this terrified in a long time!", I told them while staring ahead watching the traffic.

"It'll be fine, Dave! We've got your back!", Sammy said while patting my shoulder.

After a ten minute drive I parked my car on the road and motioned them to my house. Sammy opened the trunk of my car and got behind the wheel, key still in the ignition.

"Call me if you need me!", she told us sternly.

I saw Rachel nodding confidently and together we marched up to the front door. She rang the bell. We could hear footsteps moving towards us. The door opened. My father looked at me and immediately started to close the door again. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes and looked to the ground.

"Get of my property!", my father said deadly calm.

I hadn't noticed Rachel had stuck her foot in the door.

"Good morning, Sir! We cannot actually get of your property right now as we are here to collect David's' personal items. So would you please be so kind and let us in. We'll only need a few minutes", Rachel told him in a peppy way.

My father glared at her and started shoving her out of the door.

"Get! Of! My! Property!", he told her, each word followed by a shove "NOW!"

– Rachel's POV –

Ah. Jesus. Why can people never think about the stuff they are about to do?

"Alright. You had your chance. You think it is okay to shove tiny, underage girls around and to throw your own son out of his home because he isn't afraid to love? Well then, let's do this my way!", I said calmly looking him in the eyes.

I shoved him back using the whole length of my arm doing so. With the flat of my hand I pushed him in the chest, making him stumble backwards and fall down.

"You never listen!", I said sadly "David, go get your stuff! I'll stay here"

I watched David wipe the tears of his face and trudge upstairs. When I looked back to where Robert Karofsky was laying, he wasn't there anymore. I felt something behind me and turned around. Suddenly a fist connected with my jaw. I managed to not fall down and glared at the old man, who was stunned that I was still standing.

"And that was your second mistake today!", I said while taking a step towards him.

I pulled my knee up, kicking him in the groin. When he hunched down I punched him in the side which left him breathless. I took advantage of his astonishment and kicked his feet from the ground. With a loud thump he landed on the floor staring wide-eyed at me. I straddled him so that he couldn't escape.

"You know, live would be so much easier if you would recognize that love is love no matter what. Do you really think it is worth to throw your only son out, so that other people don't think any less of you? Because honestly, that is the most fucked-up logic I've ever heard!"

– David's POV –

As I ran up the stairs to my room I could hear Rachel lecture my father about the rights of a homosexual individual – her words, not mine.

Only she could fight with my father, win and still lecture him, I thought as I opened the door to my room.

As it turned out somebody had put all of my stuff in boxes and even categorized them – laundry, books, trophies, games – everything was labeled. The only thing that made the room look like it had once been mine were the posters and maps on the walls. I quickly took them down and rolled them up. After realizing that I could never actually carry all that stuff downstairs and to my car, I wedged open the window and called for Sammy. She looked up and motioned for me to hang on for a second. After that she ran towards the front door.

Meanwhile I could hear a loud thump from downstairs and I got nervous. Rachel yelled for me to hurry up and Sammy appeared in the doorway to my room. Together we carried all the boxes to the trunk of my car. Sam got back behind the wheel and told me to get Rachel. As I was about to enter the house, I could see the curtain move. My mother stared at me with silent tears running down her face. I swallowed the lump in my throat and went in to get Rachel. She just jumped up from straddling my father and joined arms with me. Together we walked out of the house to my car, where Sammy was still waiting.

"Now you can drive us to school!", Rachel ordered Sam. She followed the instructions and told us she would pick us up afterwards.

– Santana's POV –

"Have you found her yet?", I almost screeched at Puck.

He let his eyes wander through the halls while shaking his head.

"No. We've been looking everywhere for the past two hours. We checked the choir room, the auditorium, the library, homeroom, everywhere. She's not here…maybe she's sick or something", he said looking slightly concerned.

Just as I was about to talk back at him, the front door opened. Berry and Karofsky entered the hallway together, making their way to their lockers.

"Where the hell have they been? And since when are they even friends?", I whispered angrily.

Together we watched the duo walk down the hall to the midgets' locker.

"Is it just me or does she have a swollen face?", Puck asked trying to figure out what was going on.

Suddenly I saw red and marched towards them. As I was about to scream in Karofskys face I felt someone grab me by the arm and tear me away.

"You can't just go and scream at them! You don't have any right to do that! Neither have I! We've tortured her for the past few years. You really think she's gonna tell us what's going on in her life? 'cause I really don't think so!", Puck whisper-yelled at me "We need another plan!"

I watched as Berry laughed whole-heartedly at something Karofsky just said.

"I know what to do!"