(A/N): Okay, so this is the chapter that I have actually written all the words to. Pretty cool, right? I decided that since yesterday's sucked so much, you deserved a better one. I really hope you like this chapter, even though it's not horribly dramatic. Although it is a precursor for the drama, as you can probably see by the cliffhanger ending. Hope you like it, hope you love it; read, review, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Yup, not mine, as you may have already guessed. If Glee was mine, I would make a cameo in every episode and give a shoutout to every reviewer... =D

(Kurt's POV)

There was a small silence, and Finn looked kind of like he was debating whether or not to say something.

"Mr. Schue, I actually have thought a lot about this. I've decided that I am going to support her and Baby Drizzle, but just because I'm there for them, it doesn't mean that I have to be linked romantically to Quinn," He looked proud of himself for drawing that conclusion. "I don't want to be with Quinn, I never really did. I want to be with Kurt,"

And with that, he grabbed by hand from where it was sitting on the bench between us. I gave him a shocked but happy smile, our eyes meeting warmly, and then we both turned our attention back to Mr. Schuester. His hand was rubbing his chin, and he had his eyes cast downward, obviously thinking.

"So you've both thought about this? About what it will mean – you two being together?" He asked, still looking like he was thinking really hard. What was that supposed to mean? Did he think that we weren't serious? That this was something that would fizzle out overnight? Could he really be so daft?

"Mr. Schuester," my voice was exceedingly sharp. "I'm pretty sure that, given the situation you found us in, and given the fact that we're not total idiots, you can assume that we both know full well what we're doing, and that we're not going to regret our own feelings," I felt very huffy.

"Kurt's right, Mr. Schue. I already told my mom that I'm bi last night, and I think that I'm gonna break it off with Quinn today (but I'll tell her that I'll still be there to support her). I really do like Kurt," he gave me another smile, and squeezed my hand, "and I want to be with him, no one else. I'm ready to take on whatever crap is coming our way,"

He didn't use the most eloquent vocabulary, but it's the thought that counts, and he was just being too sweet. My blush had returned, and I'm sure that I was cherry tomato red from his words.

"You guys, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm really glad that you guys have found refuge in each other, and I think that it will be good for both of you. I was just trying to make sure that you both know what you're getting yourselves into," he looked between the two of us, "which, obviously, you do. Like I said, I'm not here to judge, I just want to help. And, uh, Finn, may I ask which of you sang the song that inspired that… uh, moment?"

Finn and I grinned at each other, him goofy, me embarrassed. "Well, uh, Kurt sang 'I Honestly Love You,' and, well, it kinda hit home. Yesterday I sang 'If I Fell,' so we were kinda being equally sappy," He smiled at me, and I was relieved that the way that he said it placed the embarrassment on both of us.

Mr. Schue chuckled, then started to turn to leave. "Oh, and boys, just be careful where you start kissing, because it could have been Sue Sylvester walking in here…"

"Point taken," I said, laughing then added, "And… thanks Mr. Schue, for being okay with… us,"

"Always will be. Now, carry on boys!" and with that, he was gone, the auditorium doors shutting behind him.

"He's, like, the coolest teacher ever," Finn said.

"Yeah, he is," I looked at him adoringly, and he met my eyes with the same sort of look.

"So… where were we again?" he asked playfully, ducking down to press his lips softly against mine. His lips were surprisingly soft, and they tasted like cotton candy.

I chuckled into his mouth, and he increased his pressure against my lips, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me in so that I found my hands sandwiched between us on his chest. I knew that the moment couldn't last very long, so I pulled my arms tight around his neck, throwing myself farther into the kiss.

We were meshing so well, but I knew that we really had to stop soon if we wanted anything to get done. Didn't he say that he was going to break up with Quinn today? My heart sped up with happiness, and I felt myself more compelled to stay and kiss this amazing boy that was all mine. I broke our lips apart a tiny bit, gasping for air.

"Finn," I murmured softly, and he just hummed, nuzzling his face into my neck (which really must have been an uncomfortable position, considering how tall he was). "Finn, did you really mean it when you said that you were going to break up with Quinn today?"

He pulled up then, looking me in the eyes, "Yes, I really did mean it. She's one of the things getting in the way of you and me... of us. And I don't wanna lead her on. The sooner that I tell her that I'm not interested in her romantically, the better,"

"Finn… are we going to go public with our relationship?" I asked him quietly, looking down, not really sure what I wanted myself.

"Oh, so it's a relationship now?" his tone was haughty, but I looked up in shock to see that his eyes were joking, and there was a smirk playing across his face.

"It better be," I said, swiftly kissing him again, then pulling away just as fast. He seemed disappointed by my sudden departure. "But, seriously Finn, do you want the whole school to know? Because… I'm worried about you; what would happen if people found at that you were dating the 'gay kid.' They wouldn't stop to ask questions, like if you were gay, or bi, or whatever. They would just assume that you were the same as me, and then you would get treated the same way that I do, and oh…" I was starting to panic; what had I gotten Finn into?

He must have seen the worry in my eyes, and heard my hyperventilation, because he pulled he into a close embrace, my head tucked under his chin, face pressing into his collar bone. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm not worried about what they'll do to me,"

"But-but I am!" I choked out. I felt him press a soft kiss to my hair.

"We don't have to tell anyone right now, if you're worried. I mean, we should one day, but, for now, it can just be between you, me, Mr. Schuester, and our parents… wait," he seemed to think of something, "you do wanna tell your dad… right?"

"I already did," I half-sniffled. Pulling back a little to look into his eyes. "I'm not ashamed of you, Finn, I'm just worried about you,"

"And that's okay. It shows me that… y'know; you care," he smiled at me, then it faded a little. "I suppose that I should tell Quinn now? Y'know, just that I can't be with her anymore?"

I smiled slightly and nodded, so we both stood up and walked to the auditorium door. "But, before you go, I just wanted to say thank you, just… for being exactly what I need right now,"

"It's worth it, just seeing you smile, knowing that I'm making you happy,"

I gave him a huge grin and pressed my lips eagerly against his. We stayed like that for a few moments, then I broke away, giving him a peck on the cheek as I left for my car.

I heard him chuckle and mutter to himself, "Yep… definitely worth it,"

(Finn's POV)

I stepped into my car, not really sure how I was gonna tell Quinn that I just couldn't be with her anymore. She wouldn't take it well, I knew that. Hopefully, though, she would respect what I wanted, and just back off. I would still work to support her and Baby Drizzle, but… I was with Kurt now, and there was no contest; I had to be good to Kurt.

I drove to the Fabray's house, thinking similar thoughts. When I pulled up in front of their nice home, I flipped open the little mirror on the visor in front of me. I swore. My lips had the swollen look of someone who'd been doing a lot of kissing… that wouldn't make Quinn happy. Well, nothing to do about it now. I flicked the mirror shut and started towards her door.

I knocked three times, and waited. I could hear a little bit of muttering inside, probably Quinn's parents wondering who it was that was showing up at their house unannounced. I was relieved to see Quinn open the door, a slight smile on her face upon seeing that it was me. That smile predictably faded when she saw that I looked nervous, and probably when she saw the state of my lips.

"Oh, hello Finn," She tried to smile again, "What's up?" she asked, obviously meaning, 'what's wrong?'

"Oh, I was just wondering if we could… talk?" she looked slightly surprised at my words.

"Of course, come on in,"

I wondered if I should protest at discussing this in her house, where she could easily find something sharp to throw at me if she got angry. That was a stupid thought, so I followed her in, and sat down on her couch, while she perched herself next to me. She was looking at me, waiting for me to talk. I really felt bad about all of this; she was actually a really nice girl, even if she had her bitchy moments.

"Quinn," I started softly, looking at the sofa, which seemed hypnotic at the moment. "Quinn, I can't… date you anymore," I pulled my eyes away from the sofa to look up at her. The look in her eyes said quite obviously that her world was crashing and burning around her. "Don't worry, I'll still take care of you and," I looked around carefully and lowered my voice, "Baby Drizzle," I saw her flinch at the name, "But I'm just not interested in you anymore. I'm sorry… but I think I'm in love with someone else,"

There was no way in hell that I was going to admit that I was completely in love with Kurt (because I wasn't even sure if I was at that point), but it sounded a lot better saying love than just like. She honestly didn't look as angry as I might have guessed. She just looked disappointed and… guilty? Why would Quinn feel guilty for me breaking up with her.

"So you'll still take care of… us?" she asked quietly, motioning towards her slightly showing stomach. I nodded carefully, keeping eye contact to show that I meant it. "Well then, I can't really ask any more. The heart works in funny ways, and if you're really in love with her," I automatically flinched at the word 'her', "Then who am I to stand in the way? I know that you'd have forgiven me if I'd fallen for someone else," she looked away, pain clear in her eyes.

"Thank you Quinn, thank you for understanding," I said, relieved, so glad that she was being so logical. She smiled a small, tearful smile, "And don't worry, I'll take care of you and Baby Drizzle," I said, placing my hand on her stomach, "I promise,"

We were sharing a smile when we heard it: shattering glass.

Quinn's father, Mr. Fabray, was standing in the doorway, a broken wineglass in his hand.

(A/N): GASP! How long will the drama go on? Will Quinn's dad fine a butcher knife and hack Finn to pieces? Well, he sure is mad enough, but you'll have to turn in next time to see!