Author's Note:
Perfect Episode was Perfect. Klaine and Santana were Perfect. And though I don't write it, I need to give a shout out to the other perfect storyline, Quinn and Puck. Though sad to watch, their story is so honest and real that it breaks my heart.
This chapter isn't perfect, but I hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you to all the alerts, favorites, and all my awesome reviewers. I love hearing from those of you that haven't reviewed yet! And of course, thanks to my awesome beta typegirl19, who sends me her very own version of "Courage" messages every chapter.
Way Out, Episode 10
"Kurt, my phone is ringing," Blaine mumbled, still half asleep, "I need to get it."
Kurt reluctantly moved off of him, sighing as Blaine reached over. Without even opening his eyes to see who it was, he pressed the answer key. "Hello?" he asked into the phone.
He heard shuffling and tears on the other end, and then Santana's voice. "Blaine, I need you."
Blaine immediately shot up and gripped the phone to his ear. "Santana, what's wrong, are you ok?" he asked alarmed.
Blaine's tone woke Kurt completely, and he sat up as well, placing his hand on Blaine's thigh.
"Blaine, I've been talking to Britt, but she said to call you." She paused. "I can't let my family find out on the television, you know? It might give my Abuela a heart attack or a stroke."
"What are you going to do?" Blaine questioned.
"That's why I called. How did you…how did you tell your parents?"
Blaine closed his eyes and thought back 2 years ago to his freshman year. The Sadie Hawkins dance at school was coming up. He was sick of pretending, sick of dancing with girls, and masking his feelings with kisses on the cheek. Even if he went by himself, he knew that's how the night would end up; as it had since his first 5th grade dance. He hadn't planned it, he knew his father's reaction would not be a good one. But at the time it was what he needed to do.
"When the time was right, when the need was there, I decided to be honest," Blaine explained hesitantly.
"But what did you say?" Santana asked.
Blaine's eyes met Kurt's, and he felt warmth, love and security pouring out. He was sure Kurt could hear Santana on the other end of the phone. He remembered back to the night Kurt had asked him the very same question. "I basically just told them I wanted to date boys instead of girls."
"And what did they say," her voice shaky with a nervous edge.
Kurt's eyes stayed on Blaine and sadness crept into them. Blaine thought back to those few weeks. The things that were said and done the day he came out and the days after the dance he had shared with no one but Kurt, and only Kurt ever needed to know.
"Santana, your family is not my family. It doesn't matter how mine reacted, your story is your own," he said echoing Kurt's earlier words. He had a very hard time believing that Santana's parents would accept her, no matter what Kurt said, but he was trying. Kurt smiled at him and silently kissed Blaine's head, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and placing his head on the boy's shoulder.
Santana was silent on the other end, and Blaine continued. "No matter what happens, I'm always here for your Santana."
"I know," she whispered.
"See you Monday?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, sure Boyfriend, whatever," she said dismissively.
"Night," Blaine chuckled, quite used to Santana's defense mechanisms by now, and hung up the phone.
Kurt cuddled into Blaine, kissing his bare chest. "Everything ok?" he asked.
"I hope so," Blaine answered.
Kurt locked his blue eyes with Blaine's hazel. "I am so very proud of you. So proud of the boy you were, and the man you are."
"I will never grow tired of hearing you say that," Blaine replied, his eyes tearing. "I love you," he said, aiming his lips for Kurt's.
"And I will never grow tired of hearing you say that," Kurt answered, allowing him a quick kiss before pulling away. "But, it's a good thing Santana called and woke us. Now I can get dressed and move to the couch before your mother finds us like this in the morning and reports back to my father."
"It's your own fault for telling him in the first place." Blaine frowned as Kurt found his clothes on the floor and put them on. "You are no fun, Kurt Hummel," Blaine said with a pout.
Kurt turned to Blaine with a smirk. "Now you know that's not true." He winked, leaning across the bed for a quick goodnight kiss, before leaving the room.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's pillow and snuggled up to it, easily falling asleep as he breathed in the perfect scent of the one person he knew was proud of him.
Finn jumped up from the kitchen table when he heard the keys rattle in the front door at exactly noon. He had been waiting all morning for Kurt to return. Actually, he had been waiting all night since Carole and Burt finally finished lecturing him and sent him to bed. Burt and his Mom had helped him understand his own thoughts, as well as Santana. The truth was, he had a lot of feelings for Santana that he didn't even know he had, and was afraid for her. He wanted her to be as secure and proud of herself as Kurt was. Finn felt horrible for letting his anger get the best of him with Santana and he had a great idea to make it up to her, but he wanted Kurt's opinion.
Kurt arrived back home at the stroke of noon. He had spent the morning wrapped in Blaine's arms, watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating a fruit cup while Blaine downed four pancakes. He hadn't wanted to return home, but Mrs. Anderson knew he was due home for lunch and made sure he headed out the door with enough time. Kurt walked through the door and was immediately accosted by Finn.
"Kurt, dude, I really need to talk to you," Finn begged.
"Finn, even if I had gotten in the door yet, which I haven't, I still really wouldn't be in the mood to talk to you right now," Kurt answered, with an exasperated eye roll. He ignored Finn as he brought his bag, stuffed full with yesterday's clothes, to his room.
Finn followed him, determined to speak with Kurt so he could prevent things from being awkward between them. "Kurt please let me say something," he implored.
Kurt gently put his bag on his dressing table chair and turned to Finn with his hands on his hips. "Speak," he ordered.
Finn opened his mouth, then closed it. Now that he was on the spot, he couldn't think of the words.
Kurt stared at him. He had suffered Finn's rudeness toward Blaine because Blaine hadn't wanted him to rock the boat too much, but outing Santana was the last straw. He had no patience left, brother or not.
"Finn, either say something or get out of my room," he demanded.
"Look, Kurt, I'm sorry," Finn finally said. "I'm sorry for what I did to Santana. I know that saying what I did in the middle of the hallway isn't something that you approve of. I know that you don't believe in outing people. Your dad explained it to me." Kurt mentally thanked his father for being the man he was. "I never meant to hurt Santana or anyone, but you least of all. You're my brother, Kurt."
Kurt studied Finn. He wanted to stay angry with him, but he knew that Finn really didn't understand what he did half the time. It was utterly frustrating. Still, Finn was his brother and because of that he had to offer him a little leeway. "Make it right with her, and you're good with me," Kurt said.
"About that," Finn said smiling but shuffling his feet nervously. "I had an idea."
"Please don't tell me it's to dress up in Lady Gaga outfits again and prance through school protecting her like the bully whips," Kurt said never underestimating Finn's logic.
Finn looked at him confused, then shook his head. "No. I think that we should get New Directions and the Troubletones together to sing all girl songs this week. You know, to support Santana."
Kurt stared at him. "Finn, that's a terrible idea. Santana will hate it."
"She might at first," Finn acknowledged, "but she'll come around."
"And how do you know that?" Kurt challenged him.
"Because," he said quietly. "I know her. And I know that unlike you, she believes she has no one there for her. You always had Burt, and even though it scared you, deep down you knew he'd always be there for you and nothing could stop you. Santana doesn't know that. She thinks this is the end of everything. She thinks that when she tells people she's in love with Brittany, that no one will stand by her."
"That's ridiculous, Finn, of course we will. Blaine's been telling her that all year."
"Yeah, well, maybe she needs to hear it from someone other than Blaine," he said rolling his eyes. "Maybe she needs to hear it from you and me and the girls and everyone."
Kurt looked at Finn, and he realized, that though he stood by Blaine's side, he had never stood up for Santana. The two were always so constantly at war with one another. Only Blaine had always remembered that they needed to stand together. And he had an idea.
"You're right," Kurt said.
"I am?" Finn asked surprised.
"Yes. Now if you don't mind, I need to call Blaine."
"Oh sure, of course. Thanks Kurt!" Finn said, leaving the room.
Kurt pulled out his phone, and immediately dialed Blaine. "Hey, I want to sing something for Santana on Monday. That is, if you don't mind sharing one of our songs with her."
Blaine and Kurt had practiced all day Sunday in front of Finn to perform for Santana. Unlike when he'd done Katy Perry's "Pearl," Blaine would have Kurt by his side this time, and he adored his boyfriend for suggesting the song. Blaine had warned Kurt that Santana might not accept it, and he understood, but they were both willing to go forward, knowing that no matter what she said, the words would get through to her.
"Santana, Kurt and I have a song we like to sing to each other in the car, and we want to sing that for you right now," Blaine explained.
"While there's nothing I'd love more than having to pretty ponies serenade me, I think we'd get further staging a gellervention for Blaine than singing lady music," she quipped.
"I know it's hard," Kurt said trying, for Blaine's sake, to remember what he said about Santana's sarcasm and just ignore it. "It was hard for me too. But you can get through this."
"If you would just stop being so defensive," he eyed Santana in familiar warning.
"I'm trying," she interrupted. Her friendship with Blaine was one thing outside the halls of McKinley, but she couldn't allow him to bring it in. "But you're hideous bowties are provoking me."
The two shook off Santana's insults, and Blaine leaned on the piano, watching Kurt. The first verse spoke so truly to Kurt's heart, and he remembered all of Kurt's stories of his years at McKinley before he'd transferred to Dalton; the mistakes he made before coming out, the bullying once he did, despite it all, Kurt had always believed in himself and had survived it all growing stronger because of it.
Made a wrong turn, Once or twice Dug my way out, Blood and fire Bad decisions, That's alright Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss "no way, it's all good", it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessin' Under estimated, look, I'm still around
Though she knew very well the things that Kurt sung about, Santana recognized herself in the song as well, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. Santana kept her feelings and her experiences deep inside, and she didn't like Blaine calling them out onto the table. "Pearl" had been one thing, him singing just to her, but adding Kurt to the mix, she felt, was flaunting everything she wanted and couldn't have. Blaine watched her, singing "Perfect" to Kurt and her, and she couldn't help but hate in that moment the feelings that he caused in her.
You're so mean When you talk About yourself, you are wrong. Change the voices In your head Make them like you instead.
The second verse belonged to Blaine, and the words were so personal, it felt like sharing a secret with everyone that so far he had only shared with Kurt. Kurt first sang this song to him one day when the Colonel's words had been running circles in Blaine's head. Blaine always remembered, and he hoped that he could pass along to Santana the wisdom of the words Kurt had given him.
So complicated, Look happy, you'll make it Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game.
Though they came from someone else, those words meant everything to Blaine as if he had born them out of his own soul. He had tried so long to cover the years of hatred, at home and at school with a happy face, and it was exhausting. He truly felt it must be the same for Santana. And it was. Years of hiding who she was, afraid of the hate at McKinley and in Lima, she hid behind walls of sarcasm and sass, but she really was so very tired of the game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, Seen you do the same.
Blaine had done all he could for himself. He came out at home and school, facing his father and the bullies at school. He'd chosen Dalton, then he'd chosen Kurt, choosing his own freedom, while letting his childhood dreams of peace at home go forever. And now he was facing his demons, tiptoeing back into a relationship with his father, carefully protecting his heart while he allowed himself a little faith. He looked at Santana, hoping that his journey toward honesty would encourage her to face her own demons.
The whole world stares so I swallow the fear, The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in line and we try, try, try, But we try too hard, & it's a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair Change ourselves and we do it all the time
While Brittany could see others greatly enjoying the song, she could also recognize it was too much for Santana. It was too much, too soon, before she told her parents and she wasn't ready. Up until now, Santana shrunk away from the stares and the critics, unable to swallow her fear. She had changed herself for everyone. Now she needed to change herself for herself and Brittany knew it was terrifying to Santana. And Santana answered fear with biting sarcasm.
"Thank you guys. Thank you Finn, especially. You know with all of the horrible crap I've been through in my life," Santana shrugged, "now I get to add that."
It had taken some time for Blaine to settle Kurt the other day after Santana's insults, but Kurt eventually let it go. He had also decided that Finn had indeed earned Kurt's forgiveness for outing Santana, after his moving version of Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Kurt had meant it when he said they were good after he made it right with Santana, and Finn had done just that. So he was in a good mood when the girls burst into a wonderful rendition of I Kissed a Girl, and he and Blaine pulled their phones out to post the song on YouTube for the Warblers to see. Kurt had been thrilled to learn that Santana's conversation with her parents went well. He grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it, and Blaine smiled at him, though he noticed that the smile didn't quite reach his hazel eyes. Kurt had been feeling pretty good when Principal Figgens called him out of class. He looked at Blaine concerned, not sure if the Principal had good news or bad news. Kurt was never one to get in trouble and he felt very conspicuous leaving the classroom just minutes before the bell rang.
Blaine was worried about Kurt, be had something else he needed to deal with as well. "Santana," Blaine called after her as she left the choir room alone. Brittany had stayed behind to discuss something with Mike and Tina. "Wait up!"
Santana stopped and looked back at Blaine with annoyance.
"Why didn't you tell me you told your parents?" he asked gently with a tilt of his head, hands resting on his hips.
"Didn't realize I had to report back to you, Blaine," Santana snapped back crossing her arms across her chest.
Blaine could handle her bitchiness when it stemmed from her insecurities, but after her biting comments to them after Kurt had gone out of his way to sing their song to her, he'd had enough for one week . "You know what? You don't," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry to bother you." He turned to walk away.
"I didn't know how you'd react," Santana called, tone softening.
Blaine turned back, slowly, considering. He had never believed her family would be accepting, and just like he sometimes felt with Kurt and his Dad, he was jealous of Santana. But he never wished her ill and he was relieved. "I didn't either to be honest. But I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to have to go through what I did."
Santana dropped her arms to her side. "I still have to tell my Abuela. But she's always been so proud of being who she is. I know she'll stand by me."
Blaine smiled warmly, wanting to reach for her hand, but thinking better of it in public. "I'm happy for you Santana." And he meant it with all his heart. "Really, really happy for you."
"Thank you," Santana smiled genuinely, then lowered her eyes. "And thank you for earlier too. The song, I mean," she added bashfully.
"You're welcome," he said, surprised by her sudden graciousness. "But thank Kurt. It was his idea."
She nodded and walked off to class. Blaine shook his head, and headed off to the library.
Brittany sashayed into the seat across from Blaine in the library as he sat studying during his free period. He looked up to see her bright eyes and smiling face.
"So I want to throw a victory party and I want you and Kurt to come," Brittany beamed.
Blaine looked at her askance. "You're throwing yourself a victory party before the votes even come in?" He asked. "I'm not sure if Kurt would really be up for going to that," he said doubtfully.
Brittany looked at him confused. "No, not for me. For Santana. Like Kurt did for you this summer when you, ya know, stood up to your Dad."
Blaine's eyes darkened, but he smiled at the innocent girl. "Do you really think Santana would want that?"
Brittany frowned. "You don't?" she asked a little hurt.
Blaine started to answer but was interrupted by Kurt rushing in, tears streaming down his face. Blaine immediately raced to his boyfriend and hugged him. "Baby, what's wrong?" he said trying to calm Kurt's hysterics.
"They think I cheated, Blaine," he tried to explain through his tears. "They think I stuffed the ballot boxes. But I didn't," he said, grabbing Blaine's arms and pleading with him. "You know I wouldn't!"
"Of course!" he tried to reassure his boyfriend. "Of course I know you wouldn't. Come on, come sit down," he urged, ushering Kurt to the seat next to his. He turned it so the two were facing each other, Brittany completely forgotten in the commotion.
"I'll just talk to you guys later," Brittany said, pushing her chair back, concerned. Kurt didn't acknowledge her while Blaine waved her off, and she went off in search of someone who could explain what was going on.
Blaine placed his hands on the arms of Kurt's chair, leaning into him. "Tell me what happened." Blaine said.
"They called my father in. Apparently the ballot boxes were stuffed which made it seem like I won by 190 votes." He sniffled, wiping his nose on his hand. Blaine reached into his pocket and passed over some tissues that he always carried for Kurt. "But Brittany really won, not me."
"Kurt, I am so sorry, that's awful." Blaine knew that there were no words that would comfort him right now, but when he hated when Kurt was sad and he wanted to make it all better.
"I just keep thinking it's another horrible joke like prom. What if someone was trying to get me suspended, or worse expelled?" he asked, becoming frantic again.
Blaine settled him. "No, Kurt, you can't think like that. It's probably just a horrible misunderstanding."
Kurt looked up at him. "My father says I can't come after school today for our study date. I have to go with him to the shop," he apologized looking miserable.
"Why?" Blaine didn't understand why he would be in trouble if he didn't truly do anything wrong.
Kurt looked sheepishly at Blaine. "I may have sort of said in front of my father that I had thought about cheating. Whether I did it or not, he is, without mincing words, livid that I even thought about it. I don't think I'm grounded, but he told me to come to the shop after school so that we could," he made air quotes, "have a little talk about honesty and fair play."
Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Oh Kurt, you really need to stop telling your Dad everything."
Kurt laughed through his tears and fell into Blaine's arms again. "Yeah, I think you just might be right."
Santana held herself together as best she could until she got to her car, then she let it all go. She cried and screamed until her makeup ran everywhere and her voice was hoarse. She had been worried about telling her parents, but her Abuela she loved and trusted and she never expected to be shunned by her. Santana was beyond devastated.
When she finally settled herself, she pulled out her phone and dialed. "Britt? It's me."
Brittany could hear in her voice that something was wrong. "Santana, what's the matter?"
"I need to see you. Can you meet me at my house?"
Brittany breathed a little sigh of relief. For a moment she had thought Santana's parents had changed their mind and kicked her out. "Of course, where are you? Should I come get you?"
"No," Santana said, sniffling as she started the car. "I'm at my Abuela's house but I'm going home now. Please, I just need to see you."
Both girls raced to Santana's house and as if the universe was always on their side, they arrived in the driveway at the same time. They both got out of their cars, and Brittany immediately grabbed Santana's hand, as she saw the Latina's face reddened and streaked with mascara.
The girls silently went inside, and ran into Santana's mother before starting to head up to her bedroom. "Hi Mrs. Lopez," Brittany called.
Santana's mother turned to them. "Santana! What happened, sweetheart?"
Tears welled up again in Santana's eyes and she pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Can we talk later, Mama. Can I just go upstairs with Brittany now?"
She looked at her daughter and nodded, her body immediately full of sadness and regret at her daughter's pain. Mrs. Lopez had told Santana that telling her Abuela was not going to end well, but the girl was stubborn and refused to listen. She had prayed and hoped for her daughter, who had believed in her grandmother's unconditional love. Now her heart just broke for her little girl.
Brittany curled up on Santana's bed and held her arms out for her girlfriend. Santana hesitated only slightly before climbing into Brittany's warm embrace. The blonde hugged her and rocked her, kissing her head. "Shhh," she said quietly, "it's all going to be ok."
Santana's tears started rolling down her cheeks again. "I thought she would accept me, you know Britt? I mean, I was terrified to tell my parents but they were so amazing. With my Abuela, I wasn't scared at all."
"What happened?" Brittany asked cautiously.
"She kicked me out," Santana explained, taking a deep breath and wiping her tears away. "I begged her but…she told me it would have been better to keep it all a secret. She kicked me out and told me she never wanted to see me again. She told me I had made my choice and she made hers." She suddently recalled that Blaine had shared his father saying something similar. She shook the thought away, not wanting to compare her beloved Abuela to Blaine's father.
Brittany squeezed her tight and kissed Santana's neck. "I'm so sorry. It's her loss then."
Santana turned to her. "Is it?"
"Of course!" Brittany pulled away slightly to look Santana in the eyes. She helped dry her tears, and fix her hair. "You are the most amazing girl in the world, and if she can't see that, then maybe she's gone blind or something. But you can't let her tear you down. You are the bravest girl I know."
Santana sat up straighter and sniffled. "So then what do I do now? How do I live with someone I love and trusted hating who I am?"
Brittany scrunched up her face not sure of the right thing to say. "Maybe you should call Blaine about this," Brittany offered.
"No," Santana said firmly. "Blaine doesn't come to me to talk about things. He goes straight to Kurt. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right."
Brittany tipped her head to the side and linked pinkies with Santana, smiling. "I was going to throw you a party. You know, like the one Blaine had?"
Santana looked at her sweet, innocent Brittany. "I love you," she said, leaning in to kiss her soft and cherry flavored lips. For the first time kissing Brittany, she felt no doubt, no regret, and all her walls came crashing to the ground. She smiled and pressed forward, deeply and passionately, and Brittany responded in kind. When they pulled away, Brittany giggled and Santana gazed into her eyes.
"Do you think it would be ok if we just kept the party between the two of us?" Santana asked, almost shyly.
Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana, pulling her down onto the bed, reveling in the love and warmth of her girlfriend. "I think that would be perfect," she answered.
Kurt finished the application to NYADA and sealed the envelope, still feeling defeated. "When are things going to start going my way, Blaine," he mumbled, placing his head in his hands.
Blaine stood behind Kurt as he sat, rubbing his back soothingly, and moved his hands up to massage his shoulders. "Nick would say that everything happens for a reason."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I hate to burst your bubble Blaine, but Nick can be naïve at times."
"Yes, he can," Blaine acknowledged with a slight laugh, "But this is not one of those times. Look at me," he said grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him around to face him. "The way I see it there are two possibilities here."
"What?" Kurt said looking at him with a frown.
Blaine smiled. "First possibility, you get accepted to NYADA, you go to New York with your best friend, I meet you next year and all your dreams come true."
"Yes, Blaine, that was the plan that is not even close to happening now. What's the other option?"
Blaine kneeled down to Kurt, making sure he heard every word. "You don't get accepted, and you stay in Ohio another year, building your resume. You and I turn 18 together, while your Dad moves to Washington, and we get to spend every day in each other's company."
"Technically, I turn 18 five months before you," Kurt interrupted, chin in the air.
"Hush," Blaine ordered placing his finger on Kurt's lips, barely pausing before continuing. "Then, we both fill out college applications next fall, you and I go off to New York together next summer, and all your dreams still come true." He looked at Kurt with sparkling eyes. "So, the way I see it, either way it works out, things go your way. It's a win-win," he smiled softly.
Kurt lowered his eyes, and grasped Blaine's hands. He pulled them to his lips and kissed them lovingly. His gaze shifted up to Blaine's eyes, and in them he saw hope. Kurt thought for a moment he might get lost in those eyes forever, but he knew that he couldn't. Like Santana, he had dreams of getting out of Ohio. And like every kid in Lima, he feared being stuck forever.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Kurt asked, bringing his hand to Blaine's cheek.
"Of course," Blaine said, concern clouding his face. "What's wrong?"
"If by some miracle I get into NYADA, Blaine, I'm going. I will miss you like crazy, but I can't let myself stay for you. It happens to kids here every year and it just gets people stuck in Lima forever," he said, trying to explain.
But Blaine did not need an explanation. He grasped Kurt's face with both hands and his gaze bore deep into Kurt's. "I would never," he emphasized, "ask you to stay here for me. New York is our dream, and whether we go together, or you blaze a path for me to follow, we will make it. What's one year in a lifetime of Perfect?"
Kurt couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face, as he fell into Blaine's arms. He didn't care who was around, he didn't care who saw, and he didn't care if a slushie was about to cool them off. Kurt had never dreamed that a love so deep was possible, at such a tender age, but he knew that no matter what happened in the future, their love right now was absolutely perfect.
Holding Kurt close to him, his head over his boyfriend's shoulder, he saw Santana and Brittany walk by the entrance to the library hand in hand. The girls looked in, noticing him and Kurt, and Brittany smiled and wiggled her fingers hello. Santana stopped, and she and Blaine exchanged a glance. When he had heard about her Abuela's reaction, his stomach tightened. Despite Santana's constant need to push him away, Blaine understood her better than anyone. They were survivors, facing both their demons and their triumphs together. Santana hated having so much in common with him, but in many ways, they followed similar paths. Though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she was so grateful to Blaine for his friendship. She smiled softly at him, and he nodded at her. He was so very proud of her. And though her journey had only just begun, he would be with her every step of the way. The New Directions came and went, loyalties changing by the week, but Warblers are forever. Santana's struggle did continue, but he would never ever let her be alone.
A/N: So this chapter seems like the end of Act 1 to me. Pretty heavy on the sap, but hey, it's Glee.
I'd love to know what you guys think. This chapter should have been easy to write, but it wasn't. Please let me know if you guys have some thoughts on future chapters or what you'd like to see. I am super excited for Sectionals and the Finn/Blaine reconciliation. And I have actually already started writing the Christmas/Holiday episode :-)