Authors Note: Soooo... I checked my e-mail today. And I found one for a review. At first I was like- "Oh ew. People still read this? Even after not being updated in forever?". Then I read the review and went "AWWWWEEE THIS IS SO SWEET! I'M GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR THIS PERSON- THESE PEOPLE RIGHT. NOW." Then, as I was re-reading what was already written, I thought of a brilliant idea. What if I wrote the confrontation at different point of views? Blaines.. and the Quinns! Then I got carried away and thought maybe.. Kurt and like Pucks or Finn's too! Or the BULLIES! So I sat down and began to write. This is like the confrontation build-up. Let me know if you like the way it's written (In different P.O.V.)! Or if you hate it, that would also be helpful. Or really anything. Drop a review, PM me. Anything! You all can really help me decide how the next part is going to be written. I love you guys so much. :) So without further delay... Enjoy!
Warning: Very mild foul language. I mean, I don't even consider it foul language, but some might (hence the warning)
Disclaimer: You fools! I don't own Glee! If I did it would be a wholee lot more Klaine! :)
Blaine's P.O.V.
They won't recognize her.
But they will definitely notice me.
And God, knowing that, this is terrifying.
This time is different from the last though, this time I'll have my gorgeous, courageous, boyfriend by my side. Not to mention my beautiful best friend on my other side.
I can do this.
Oh, and the football team as back-up might help too, I guess.
I can do this.
What am I kidding? I can't do this.
No, no, wait. I. Can. Do. This.
"Stop it." I looked up from the passenger seat of Kurt's navigator to meet his glasz eyes. Have I ever mentioned how pretty they are? Looking into his eyes, is like looking into his soul.
"Stop what?"
"Thinking you can't do this."
"Wha- ? How'd you-"
"I know you Blaine, and you're worried. Anyone would be really, so don't give me that look." He pause to grab both my hands from where they were resting at my side. He held onto them, making me face him.
He began again, "What you are doing is the bravest thing I've ever got the honor to witness. Take your own advice, have courage. Courage, Blaine. That one word, from you got me so far, and it can do the same for you. Find your courage Blaine, because I know for a fact you have a surplus of it right in here." He let go of one of my hands, so he could place his palm over my heart.
"You are so brave, Blaine, so very brave. So stop having that mental battle with yourself. Yes, I know that's exactly what you were doing. So stop, and think about owning this, like you know we are." His sincere look turned into a smirk at that last part.
But, after hearing all that, my heart swelled for the boy sitting next to me. -And that may have made my brain-to-mouth filter disappear.
"I love you." Oh my God. Why did I say that? I was saving this moment for some time special! Wait. He's not saying it back? Damn you word vomit! Why is he not saying it bac-
"I love you, too."
Oh.
Then he leaned over the car's console, to grab my hand again, and to give me a chaste kiss.
This day could not go wrong.
Not even by meeting with my old tormenters again.
Nope this day, I will always remember as perfect.
He really loves me!
"So, are you ready?" He asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am." What shocked me, was how true that statement was.
I can so do this.
Lucy's P.O.V.
"Quinn? Quinn are you okay?"
What? Who is asking me that? Damn it! Of course I'm not okay!
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Since when has lying become so easy? Probably somewhere between the time of disowning Lucy, picking up Quinn and the baby-gate drama.
I should have told them the truth, they're my friends. I think? If I wasn't so nervous, I'd open my eyes to look around to see who was driving, and who was talking in the backseat. Probably Puck. Puck said he wanted to drive me, and it's probably Britt and San in the back. That seems right.
I need to calm down. Like really, really calm down. Bumble's probably having a much worse time.
"You're lying." Yeah, definitely Santana.
"How do you know, Sandbags?"
Britt looked at me with her wide, blue eyes before speaking, "The Goblins told us to watch over you Quinny. To protect you, and that you weren't going to feel real good today. And if you don't feel too good, you're not okay. Right San?"
"That's right Britt. Quinn is going to talk to some people today that used to make fun of her. That used to hurt her real bad." San replied.
I love seeing those two communicate. San, the biggest bitch in the school, is always so gentle with Britt, and Britt is so innocent, she sees the good in everything. I wish I could view the world like she does.
"Oh, and baby-mama. I know because I know everything, especially my best friend's lying face." I barely got to glare at her, before she turned to face Britt, who was whispering in her ear.
I vaguely wonder what Britt is saying, but it probably only makes sense to Santana anyways. I could however hear what they were saying after the initial comment that started the whispering.
"No, Britt, honey. You can't hurt them. I actually want you to stay far away from them when we get there. The boys will take care of everything. I'm pretty sure Puck is out for meat. Don't worry, I kinda want to punch them all in the face too. We'll show them though. And we'll do it for Quinn."
"But- Santanaaaaa. The only people aloud to hurt my family is, well us! Can I at least give Quinny a big hug? You said my hugs fix everything, and I don't want Quinn to hurt anymore. She's too pretty."
"I think she would like a hug actually. Go for it Britt."
Then, even though we were in a moving car. I had a lap-full of Brittany. -And I couldn't have asked for anything else at the time.
I have the most wonderful friends in the whole world.
One look at Britt herself, would tell you that.
Or Santana putting away her bitch side for a few minutes.
Or at Puck, who was currently yelling at Brittany. (well not yelling, no one can yell at Britt)
They care. So much. Even after all the wrong I did. -And they don't just care about Quinn, they care about Lucy too. That's why I'm doing this. I'm not broken at all anymore. They fixed me.
You know, I might just go back to being Lucy. Maybe, it would be okay now.
I closed my eyes, and rested my head against the cold window.
Maybe.
"You okay Quinn?" Puck asked, actual worry in his hazel eyes.
"Are you, Quinny? Were the Goblins wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." And this time it wasn't such a lie.