I don't own Glee (I wish) this is a work of non-canon fiction and should be recognized as such. Thanks to wilde_shade from LJ for being my beta.

David Karofsky was in Hell. Which, he noted, looked a lot like principal Figgins's office. His dad sitting to his right, the Spanish teacher Mr. Sh…omething to his left, and the principal across from him.

He had just been told that he was going to be tortured.

Okay, maybe torture was a bit of an overstatement, but it might as well have been one and the same to the jock.

He was being forced to join that stupid Glee club. And his father agreed to it.

His look of betrayal had done nothing, his father only silenced him and told him that they'd discuss it at home.

Mental note: poison father.

Mr. Shomething handed him a list of meeting times for the week, said something about how he'd be warned if they changed.

It was the same time every day. He wondered just how much faith he had in the intelligence of the students if a schedule was needed for that.

He walked to the car in a sort of numb shock, his mind surfacing once he heard the car door slam behind him.

As his father started the engine, a million questions ran through his head. But the only one that managed to slip down through his lips was: "Why?"

His father sighed as they drove, looking straight ahead and keeping his eyes focused on the road. "Because, you need to learn to control yourself. I had no idea what you were doing at this school, didn't hear about it until today. And you know what? I'm honestly ashamed."

Son. I am disappoint.

Somehow, that thought didn't make him feel better, because if there was one person who could lay on the guilt, it was Paul Karofsky.

"Dad-" he started, but was cut off.

"No, no complaining, no apologizing. This will be good for you." They pulled into their driveway, David honestly didn't remember it taking so little time to travel between the school and their house, but that was irrelevant. His father turned and gave him a stern look. "You are going to go to this Glee club. You are going to sing and get to know the people there and you are going to learn that they are human. Do you understand?"

He knew that they were human. He also knew that if word got out that he was in Glee, punishment or not, he would be faced with the same problems that he had caused them over the years. Except for maybe the things he'd done to Kurt; that was a different can of worms entirely.

"David." His father's voice cut into his thought process.

"Huh? Oh. Y-yeah. I understand." With that, David Karofsky opened the car door and slid out. He could still feel his father's eyes burning into the back of his head as he walked to the front door.

He walked up the stairs to his room, making sure to quietly close the door behind him despite the burning desire he felt to slam it a million times. He fell onto his bed with a loud 'thump' and buried his head under the dark blue spiral pattern of his pillow.

He wasn't sure how long he'd lain there, wallowing in self-pity, but before he knew it he was called down for dinner.

As he left his room and headed towards the scent of meatballs, all he could think about were the various ways he could hide his part in the Glee club from anyone he knew.

And then he thought about the inevitability of it getting out.

And then he thought about faking his own death and escaping to Canada.

For that was the natural thought progression, you see.