You asked if we'd ever forget you
We've got our fingers crossed

"Finn Hudson, what the HELL did you just do?" Kurt yelled angrily at the quarterback as the door closed behind an upset Noah.

He watched in annoyance as the other boy just shrugged, acting as if what he'd just done was no big deal.

"I just did what you'd been putting off doing for a week now; getting that loser out of your life. Now we can be together Kurt, don't you understand? I did this for us, baby."

"First off, I am not your baby. Secondly, he is not a loser, and if I remember correctly, he used to be your best friend for what, ten years? And most importantly, what the hell did you do?" the soprano demanded, making sure to put extra emphasis on his last sentence.

"Kurt," Finn began, moving from his place on the couch to stand in front of the fuming boy, "I just showed him the video of our kiss so he could get it out of his twisted head that he had a chance to be with you. We're meant to be together, and you know it. I know you've liked me for a while, and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how perfect we'd be together."

Kurt paused to observe his longtime crush. The boy looked the same as he always had but for once Kurt felt no flutter in his stomach as he stared at Finn. Instead, flashes of Noah kept popping up in his mind; Noah kissing him in his basement, Noah making him dinner, Noah laughing at his little sister, Noah storming out in anger because Kurt was too stupid to say no to Finn. He frowned slightly at the last image; he seriously needed to fix that because he finally realized the truth - He was no longer in love with Finn Hudson because he'd found the perfect boyfriend in Noah Puckerman. Shit.

"You know, I find it ironic that you suddenly want to be with me as soon as Noah asks me out," Kurt mentioned offhandedly, his mind already in a whirl of what he should do about Noah.

He watched in surprise as Finn's expression suddenly darkened in anger.

"I don't know what ironic means, but I know that he doesn't deserve to have you. Puck won't win this time, Kurt."

Kurt gaped at the taller jock. Win? Since when was this a game? Kurt suddenly matched Finn's anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Finn? My affection isn't some kind of game you can win or lose." He paused to take a deep breath, quelling the urge to smack the boy in front of him. Violence was never the answer…and hitting Finn could damage his skin, which certainly wouldn't make him feel any better. "You know, for a second, I thought you really cared about me. But obviously this is just some sick way to get back at Noah for sleeping with Quinn. I'm sorry if he hurt you, but don't use me just to get back at him."

Kurt turned on his heel and stormed away towards his basement. Before closing the door behind him, he added, "And you can sleep on the couch tonight," to a shell shocked Finn.

Noah sprinted the rest of the way home once he reached the end of Kurt's street. Running or lifting weights always helped him forget his problems, and considering the fact that he was ripped as hell, one may correctly assume he had a lot of issues to deal with.

Fumbling with the lock on the door, he finally managed to turn the key and entered the sanctuary of his house. Glancing over to the couch as he headed for the stairs, he saw Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch next to Quinn, who was giving him a curious look. Unable to put the events of the past half hour into words, he hurriedly ran to his room and collapsed face first onto his bed. Letting his emotions overwhelm him, he finally broke down and cried.

"Noah, what happened?" a stricken Quinn asked as she entered his room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"He loves Finn," he managed to choke out in between sobs.

"Come here, sweetie," Quinn murmured as she laid down on the bed, helping the larger teen adjust his position so he was curled into her side.

She began rubbing gentle circles onto his back until his tears subsided.

"Did he tell you this, or is this some delusional thought you have because you think he isn't good enough for you?" she asked quietly.

Noah let out a small snort before he pulled out his phone and showed her the video Finn had sent him.

"Well, maybe this video is old?"

"There's a date at the bottom. It was today after school, which means when he left me after Glee, he went right into the arms of Finn fucking Hudson," Noah grumbled. "I'm such a fool. I should have known it was too good to be true. They're probably having a laugh right now about the whole thing."

As Noah said his last sentence, he felt a whole new wave of despair over take him; he'd been played by the boy he'd been loved for years. Sure, he probably deserved it, but it still hurt. He clung to Quinn as fresh sobs raked his body.

Quinn was beyond pissed off. She was so angry, even her fellow Glee members didn't dare speak to her as she stormed through the halls of McKinley to her destination; Kurt Hummel.

She spent the entire night with Noah as he cried against her side. He didn't say much, but occasionally mumbled out phrases like, "not good enough", "would only taint him," and "going to die alone." Her heart broke every time she heard him say something. She knew Noah was a good man. He cared for the ones he loved with every fiber of his being, and even though he made mistakes, he always tried to fix them to the best of his abilities.

Quinn had convinced Mrs. Puckerman that Noah had been up all night with the stomach flu and wouldn't be able to go to school today. The kind Jewish woman had offered to let Quinn skip too so she could catch up on sleep so her and the baby would remain health, but Quinn had refused. She was on a mission today.

Spotting her target exiting the girl's bathroom, she approached him before he had a chance to slink away in the crowd.

"I guess I deserved that," Kurt whispered as he held his hand against his reddening cheek that Quinn had just struck with all her strength.

"Yes you do, and you sure as hell deserve more," she threatened, hand raised in the air, ready to strike again.

She couldn't believe Kurt had been so cruel. She truly thought the boy was too empathetic to stoop as low as he did, but she guessed she had misjudged him. Quinn noticed how red and bloodshot the boy's eyes were. Probably from staying up all night banging Finn, she thought disgustedly.

"Quinn, look, I know you're mad-"

"Mad is an understatement, Kurt Hummel," she shrieked, "Try furious, enraged, or LIVID."

"Look, please Quinn, let me explain," he pleaded to the pregnant girl. "I know kissing Finn was wrong, but there's more to the story than just what Finn showed Noah. Please let me share my side."

"And why should I trust you?" she spat, though inside she was torn. Quinn really wanted to believe this was some misunderstanding, despite the fact that the video text had been pretty clear.

"Because we're friends, Quinn. And I know you're upset with me now, but I need someone to talk to who's close to Noah, Finn and me. No one else would understand any of it," he reasoned, pouting his lips just a little bit in a helpless manner.

Looking into his brilliant blue eyes, Quinn felt her resolve weaken. She just wanted the mess to be over with so Noah would be happy again.

"Fine, follow me, we're so not doing this here," she whispered, indicating the crowd that had slowed to see if they could overhear what the two friends were fighting about. Only the Glee club members knew that Noah had asked Kurt out yesterday, besides Karofsky and his gang, but they were always late to arrive to school. By the time lunch rolled around, the gossip mills would be in a tizzy that was for sure.

She led him to the only place either of them felt truly safe; the choir room.

"Now explain, and this better not be a waste of my time," Quinn demanded as she sat on the piano bench. Across from her in the chairs the club normally sat in, Kurt launched into his story.

He began his story with Noah suddenly paying attention to him in their Calculus class. He described his confusion about Noah finally showing up to math and flirting with him, nonetheless. Kurt had agreed to tutor the boy so he could find out what the jock was playing at; and he hoped it would make Finn jealous ( a confession that made Quinn clench her jaw in anger, but she kept her mouth shut to let Kurt finish.)

Kurt began depicting the night when Noah had come over for tutoring; how he'd been shocked that Noah didn't need help in math but he had already figured out that Noah was gay, yet he acted shocked because that's what would be expected of him. Kurt had started describing how Noah had kissed him, before Quinn had squealed, "My baby doesn't need to hear this!" while covering her ears.

"That night, I admit Quinn, when I realized he liked me, I was going let him fall for me so I could break his heart in the end. I wanted him to hurt as bad as he had hurt me in the past through his years of bullying-"

"Well you got what you wanted, so why are we having this conversation?" Quinn interrupted, slowly standing up from her spot on the piano bench.

"Because I fell for him, Quinn!" he blurted out, earning him an eyebrow raise from the pregnant girl. "Please let me finish?"

She didn't answer, but carefully sat back down instead. Taking this as an "okay," Kurt hurriedly finished his story, brushing away the tears that were sliding down his cheek.

"When he stood up for me yesterday when Karofsky was picking on me, I realized that he really cared for me. At first I thought it was a game, or he only was 'crushing' on me because I'm the only gay kid in Lima, but at that moment I saw that he liked me for who I was. And when Finn kissed me, I felt nothing. All I could keep thinking of was how I wish Noah was kissing me instead. It was wrong for me to kiss Finn back, but it helped show me that I was completely over him and wanted only Noah in my life. But I screwed that up now-"

Before he could finish his last thought, the tears started falling faster, and he tried, unsuccessfully, to choke back a sob.

Quinn got up from the piano benched and plopped down next to Kurt. Wasn't she supposed to be the emotional one? After all, she was the pregnant one, not Kurt or Noah.

Mentally chuckling to herself at the irony of it all, she gently patted Kurt's knee.

"Don't worry, Kurt, it's going to be okay."

"You know, Finn planned all of this," he whispered hoarsely, his voice sore from the crying he'd done today and last night. "He only wanted to get with me to make sure Noah couldn't have me."

Holding tighter onto Kurt's knee, Quinn assured Kurt that she'd handle all of it.

"Maybe you should just take the day off, sweetie, and pamper yourself. You probably don't want to be at school anyways," she cooed, already plotting her revenge. Kurt didn't need to be here when shit went down.

"Thanks, Quinn, "he murmured, pulling the girl into a tight hug. "I owe you big time. Spa day this weekend, just the two of us and little Beth, of course. It'll be my treat."

"Sounds good," she answered honestly, pulling away from the boy.

The bell rang, indicating Quinn only had five minutes left to get to her first class.

Kurt slung his bag over his shoulder and offered his arm to Quinn.

"I think I'm going to hang out here for a while. I need to practice my song for Glee."

"Alight, I'll see you tomorrow, Quinn," he called as he headed for the door.

"Bye, Kurt."

"Oh and Quinn; Murder is illegal in all fifty states."

She briefly considered moving to Antarctica. They didn't have laws, right?

After Kurt left, she headed towards the gym.

"Santana, Brittany, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked the two girls who were stretching for their volleyball class.

"How come I didn't see the happy couple this morning?" Santana questioned when she reached Quinn. "Kurt looked like he'd smoked a few joints before school, instead."

Brittany nodded in agreement.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the image of Kurt smoking weed, especially before school. She remembered when he'd come to school drunk after April Rhodes gave him some "advice." Quinn still had videos on her phone of a drunken Kurt stumbling through the halls.

She quickly told the two Cheerios of the events that happened yesterday and what Kurt had told her this morning.

"And you're telling this all, why?" the Latina cheerleader asked, a maniac glint in her eye. She so knew where this was headed.

"We need to get Kurt and Noah back together, AND get revenge on Finn for being such a douche," Quinn explained, mostly for Brittany's benefit.

Santana looked over to her best friend, eyebrow raised in a silent question. She needed Brittany's support in this plot; they were a team after all.

"I like stories that have happy endings," Brittany smiled.

The three girls shared excited glances.

Oh no, Kurt really didn't want to be here when shit went down.

That's the danger in starting a fire
You'll never know how many bridges you'll burn

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update. I alternate between writing a chapter for this story and writing one for my other fic "I Bet You My Heart"

A plotting Santana/Brittany/Quinn. What kinds of horrible things do you think they'll come up with? And how do they expect to get Kurt and Noah back together? We shall see!

A shout out to all my reviewers! You're the best. :)

Song = A Day to Remmber "The Danger in Starting a Fire"