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Hello! I'm Huff and I guess this is kind of a pilot chapter? If you like it then please review and I'll continue posting chapters! I'm travelling at the moment so until September time updates will be slow and painful. But there's nothing I can do about that I'm afraid.

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-Huff

Kurt Hummel expected to one day graduate NYADA, become a star on Broadway and maybe even one day patch things over with Blaine Anderson. He never expected Santana Lopez to discover a secret that he had kept in the dark since Sophomore year. And now that the secret had been brought to light, there was no going back. (POV: Kurt Hummel) Hummelberry / Klaine / Finchel (Warnings: Minor language / Homophobia / Sue Sylvester meanlyness)

Song: N/A

I guess this entire unwanted mess started with Santana Lopez and when she moved into Rachel Berry and I's apartment. It had been enough to deal with at first until she'd cornered me in my bedroom one night, snuggled up with Bruce, my boyfriend arm beneath the sheets reading a romance novel, a fine way to spend a Wednesday evening.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Porcelain," She murmured in distaste as if I were simply an inconvenience.

"Well this is my room. You know, where I sleep?" I replied, setting my book down and inching away from her slightly as she sat down next to me on the bed, her arms tightly folded.

"So you're straight now, Kurt?" She asked in a rather accusing tone as if I'd somehow betrayed Team Gay. "Or are you a 'Bicorn' like Brittany?"

"I've got no idea what you're talking about. I still like boys." I said with a large grin plastered to my freshly moisturized face. It was stupid really, I hadn't just left McKinley and decided 'Oops, I actually like girls now! Sorry, my mistake.'.

"Don't play dumb with me, Hummel. I see how you stare at her when you think she's not looking or how you blush when she smiles at you." This was the most stupid thing I'd ever had the pleasure of listening to. "You." But of course she didn't really know the truth. "Like." It was a crazy thought that she'd even come close to figuring it out. "Rachel." Oh God no. "Berry." I was doomed.

My smile had melted away like all of the slushies I'd ever had thrown at me in my life. "Is this one of your crazy fantasies, Santana? Because it's completely insane."

"Stop with the act Lady Lips." She held up her hand in silence, cutting off whatever I was going to say. "This is how it's going to go down. You tell her how you feel or I will for you."

I guess I had to start taking Satan seriously, because she looked pretty serious right now. "How did you really figure it out then?"

"I can tell. The way you watch her when her back is turned. The looks you give her. I can see it in your eyes, like a disease. I've had my suspicions ever since you and Rachel snuck off in Junior year when we went to New York for Nationals. When you got back you both looked... flushed."

"We broke into the theatre where they were holding Wicked and sang on a Broadway stage for the first time. Of course we would have been 'flushed'."

"Never the less, you like her. Just admit it. Come on, admit it Kurt. Acceptance is the first step on the road to recovery."

"Fine. I like her. I like Rachel a lot," I blurted out, unaware of what had actually passed my lips until they were out there in the open.

"And now admit you're in love with her."

"What?!" I yelped, jumping up slightly in my bed causing Bruce to roll away from my side.

"I know you do, Kurt. The sooner you admit it the better," She said matter of factly, as if you just announce that you're in love with your best friend despite the small fact that you're gay.

"I – "I stuttered, trying to string together the sentence that both Santana and I knew was as true as gravity. "I'm in love with her."

It felt kind of weird admitting it. But also as if a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I forced myself to blink and to lay my head down on the soft goose feather pillow that Rachel would most certainly not approve of.

"Now isn't that better, Porcelain?" She stood up abruptly and made her way to my door. "We'll work on phase two tomorrow. I like to call it the 'Declaration of Undying Love'. It'll be quite the Youtube video."

She closed the door behind her with a thud and I felt all the pressure that had been building up inside of me return in that instant. Declaration of Undying Love? God save me. Tomorrow would be a disaster and Satan – Santana was going to make sure of that.

My eyes began to droop, sleep threatening to overwhelm me until it finally carried through and forced me into a peaceful world of nothingness.

It's a shame when dreams mess that up.

There I was, getting married. Standing at the alter in my junior prom suit (Complete in kilt) waiting for some mystery guy to come waltzing down the isle. Something was a bit odd though. Finn was sat in the front row but he was staring at me as if he'd never seen me before, as if I were a stranger. Blaine was there too, he looked thoroughly offended by the whole ceremony. Puck looked a bit startled sat next to my Dad who looked overjoyed about the whole thing.

There was only one thing I truly didn't understand.

Why was Rachel walking towards me up the isle rather than somebody – anybody else with Mercedes holding her trail behind her?

I'll be the first to admit she was beautiful. Extraordinary even. Her brunette curls were falling in ringlets down her shoulders, she was wearing very little make up although perhaps some mascara and lipstick. Her dress was to die for, a cream silk dress that had been tailored to her slim petite figure with ivory lace covering her neck and arms. Beautiful barely even summed her up.

And then she was standing next to me and I felt her warm hand intertwine with mine.

"Your hands are soft," She whispered into my ear, her hair smelled of lemons and my God it was an amazing smell.

"Thanks," I replied in the same soft tone before I could stop myself. "I use duck fat."

She giggled quietly and I could feel a smile twitching against my lips. I finally gave in to their demands and let them form a massive grin.

The ceremony was going great as we said our 'I Do's but now it was time for the classic 'You may kiss the Bride'. Even just the thought of kissing Dream Rachel was scary enough to make me want to hide under the bed and never come out.

"Kurt?" Where was that voice coming from? "Wake up!"

My eyes burst open and there she was, Lady Berry herself leaning over me with a rather amused look settled onto her face.

"You were making out with Bruce. Dreaming about Blaine again are we?"

I could barely even meet her eyes as I was sure the guilt was swelling up in them. "Something like that..."