Standing right outside of the choir room was a familiar face.

"Finn!"

"Hey, Mr. Schue."

"What are you doing standing out here?"

"Debating whether to come in or not."

"Why?"

"Mr. Schue, do you know what the guys would say if they found out I liked to sing?"

"Finn, I bet there's a lot of guys on the football team who like singing just as much as you."

"Like who?"

"Well, Noah Puckerman, for one."

"Puck? There's no way, Mr. Schue"

"You'd be surprised. Come on in."

Will walked into the choir room, and Finn reluctantly followed.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet Finn Hudson."

"We've met," said Kurt, staring at Finn dreamily before snapping out of it. He moved a little closer to Mercedes.

Artie looked at him skeptically.

"He's a jock."

Will sighed. "Just because somebody plays football doesn't mean they can't have other interests like singing. Artie, you could even play football if you wanted to."

"In a wheelchair?"

It did sound weird.

"Well, you'll just have to trust me. Finn has got a great voice. Finn?"

But Finn wasn't paying attention. He was looking at Rachel. Rachel was looking at him too, while still singing, although it was clear she had forgotten the words and was just mumbling. Finally, Brad just stopped playing and Rachel walked over to Finn and started talking. Success!

Will walked over to Mercedes and Kurt.

"Hey, Mercedes, I heard they're having a sale on tots in the cafeteria."

Mercedes jumped up and ran to the cafeteria. Kurt stood up too, and started to follow her. Will stopped him.

"Kurt, I wanted to talk to you."

"Yes, Mr. Schue," Kurt said in a voice that sounded like he was straining to make deep, "What is it?"

"Kurt, I'm not sure if this is really you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you really like Mercedes?"

"Of course I do. Why would you think I don't? I do. Because she's my girlfriend. And I like to kiss her. So shut up!"

"Kurt, calm down. I just think you're hiding something. Is this because of Karofsky?"

"Karofsky?"

"The hockey player, the one who tormented you?"

"Karofsky never tormented me. He was a pretty good guy."

"Was?"

Kurt suddenly was quiet. After a long pause he spoke. His voice suddenly didn't sound so low and masculine anymore.

"He hung himself a few months ago. At first, it failed, but then a couple weeks later he did it again, and..."

Kurt started to cry.

"It wasn't your fault, Kurt."

"But it was. Karofsky came to me, and told me he had a feeling that I was gay. He…he kissed me. I told everybody about it, and…he was so tormented that he…and the worst part of it is…"

Kurt said this part under his breath:

"I really am gay. Karofsky was the only one who figured it out…and the two of us could have been happy together but I was too afraid to come out of the closet, because I was afraid of being bullied. But that's what I am, Mr. Schue. A bully."

"Listen, Kurt, I know a place where you won't have to worry about bullies. Where everybody will except you for who you are."

"Where is that?"

"It's a boarding school. It's called Dalton Academy."

"I'm not transferring, Mr. Schue, graduation is in a week."

"I know, I know. Just go there for a day and see that it's OK to be who you really are."

"Maybe I will."

"When you get there, look up a guy named Blaine Anderson. I think you two will really get along."

Kurt smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue."

And when he said this he didn't say it in his low John Mellencamp voice. He said it in his regular Kurt Hummel voice.

Kurt stood up.

"Now how am I going to break this to Mercedes?" he wondered as he walked out of the room.