Well, i made it out the other side of me week from hell, and i wouldn't have had half as good a time if it wasn't for the extremely amazing two reviews that i got! Chasing Aspirations and Onyx Nailo, you guys are too cool :D x
There is some Spanish in this chapter, but because i don't speak it i've relied on a translator, so all mistakes are mine and google's. The english is in italics after the spanish version.
Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddd... Go!
Kurt was sitting in Spanish, one of his classes without Sam, and wishing that Mr. Shue wasn't quite so enthusiastic about student participation. He wanted to sit and daydream about his and Sam's night and their revelation to his family, how accepting they had been, even Finn, and then Rachel squealing about them that morning. He knew that if- when, hopefully- Sam did come out then there would be a lot of people who would be less than friendly, some openly hostile and disgusted, but knowing that his family and friends accepted them made him feel more optimistic about that proposition.
However, he couldn't concentrate on his perfect few days with Mr. Shue asking him to traipse up and down to the board and making them converse with their partners in Spanish, which was easy for Kurt, being fluent, but less easy for the rest of the class. He sighed as his partner once again mistranslated something in her Spanish dictionary and ended up asking him if he was a ladybird.*
He attracted the curly haired teachers attention and gave him a look that clearly said 'kill-me-now!'.
"Si tengo que ser su socio para i mucho más tiempo voy a matarme. Será prolongado y complicado. Le sugiero que conseguirme a alguien que no me preguntan si soy una mariquita como un error de traducción." Kurt said with a look of exasperation.
(If i have to be her partner for much longer i am going to kill myself. It will be protracted and messy. I suggest you get me someone who doesn't ask me if i am a ladybird as a mistranslation.)
"No te preocupes, voy a conseguirle un nuevo socio y encontrar a alguien que las habilidades son más adecuadas a los suyos. Sé lo molesto que es cuando alguien no tiene ni idea." Mr. Shue said, smiling at Kurt.
(Don't worry, i'll get her a new partner and find you someone who's skills are more suited to yours. I know how annoying it is when someone hasn't got a clue.)
As he scanned the room looking for someone who could partner Kurt, the boy was wondering who could posibly be the same level at Spanish as he was, that being nearly fluent. He knew Rachel wasn't in his class, so he didn't really think anyone would be up to his standard. Mr. Shue passed his eyes over a group of giggling girls and onto the blond behind them, realising quickly who should be Kurt's partner. She may spend his classes looking as if she didn't want to be there, and truth be told she probably didn't, but he knew that behing her outfit and charming smile, her blond hair and glassy eyes, she had a perfect grasp of the language and could probably teach the class better than him.
"Quinn, ¿puedes venir y ser nuevo socio Kurt, por favor? No se moleste con el trabajo, sólo la práctica sus habilidades de habla hispana." He said, motioning for a surprised looking but hesitantly compliant Quinn to make her way over to Kurt's side of the room.
(Quinn, can you come and be Kurt's new partner please? Don't bother with the work, just practice your speaking skills.)
Mr. Shue smiled at them and moved off to answer another student's question while Quinn slipped into Kurt's partners recently vacated seat. She sat down and looked at Kurt, evidently awaiting an explanation as to why she had been moved to the other side of the room to be his partner. But he was more concerned with other things, namely why Mr. Shue had thought that she was up to his standard in Spanish.
"Quinn," he said in surprise, "I didn't know that you could speak fluent Spanish."
She smiled slyly at him and said "There are a lot of things you don't know about me. The fact that i can speak Spanish so well that i managed to convince my next door neighbours, who moved here from Madrid, that i had grown up in Barcelona is a relatively mundane one." She said, winking at him and swishing her hair so that it swung about over her shoulders as she laughed.
"Now that you've said that you know you're going to have to tell me at least some of those things." Kurt laughed, "You've piqued my interest now."
Quinn saw the sparkle in his eyes but there was also a gleam that said he meant his comment. She sighed inwardly at how much the brunette loved to gossip, and wished she hadn't said anything.
"Maybe later, okay Kurt? We might as well do what Mr. Shue said and talk in Spanish to practice our speaking skills, it would stop the rest of the clas earwigging on us for sure." She said as Kurt noticed several pairs of eyes follow her movements as she swept an arm around the room to indicate them.
He wondered why they were so interesting, then realised that although he and Quinn were good friends in Glee and had spent time together recently, seeing them chatting so easily would still be unusual to the rest of the school. Shrugging, he turned back to her and said "Probably for the best, i don't fancy being eavesdropped on by half of the class, and it's a safe bet that none of them have anywhere near a good enough grasp on it for them to know what we're saying."
Quinn nodded and leaned in towards him, knowing that they probably couldn't be listened to by their classmates but still wary of Mr. Shue, who was walking up and down the aisles giving advice.
"Me preguntaba cómo iba con usted y Sam? ¿A dónde fuiste después de que salió de Mercedes y yo después de Glee, porque sé que no van a casa, me pasó por delante en mi camino a Santana y su coche no estaba allí." She subconsciously leaned forward even more, body language pleading with Kurt to relinquish the gossip she was dying to know about. Having spent the better past of two weeks trying to get Sam and Kurt together, she was extremely interested in how their relationship turned out, not to mention that she was good friends with both of them.
(I was wondering how it was going with you and Sam? Where did you go after you left Mercedes and i after Glee, because i know you didn't go home, i drove past on my way to Santana's and your car wasn't there.)
Kurt blushed as he remembered Scar's perfect little coffee shop and the way Sam had defended him to those jocks. He started to describe the café in detail, after concluding that their conversation in the car was probably best left unexplained, and was just getting to the part when Sam had basically lost their argument and then strode off to the bathroom so as not to be a sore loser, bumping into the jock on his way.
Quinn's expression grew stony and her eyebrows drew together as she seemed to have some pre-conception of what would happen.
"Y ellos eran estrechas tirones estereotipadas mente, ¿no?"
(And they were narrow minded, stereotypical jerks, right?)
When Kurt nodded her expression grew darker, something he hadn't thought was possible.
"¿Qué hicieron? ¿Van a esta escuela?" She asked, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated the various forms of torture she could subject them to of they did in fact attend McKinley.
(What did they do? Do they go to this school?)
Kurt shook his head and was thankful once again that they had gone far enough out of their area of Lima that it hadn't been anyone they had recognised in the café.
"No, no sé lo que van a la escuela. Pero uno de ellos se levantó y me dijo que no me quería allí y que yo debería ir. Entonces Sam llegó a la vuelta después de ir al baño y escuchó lo que decían. De inmediato me defendió, diciendo que me quería allí, y luego me besó en la frente de todos ellos." Kurt smiled widely at the last bit and watched Quinn's eyes grow wide.
(No, i don't know what school they go to. But one of them stood up and told me that they didn't want me there and that i should go. Then Sam came round the corner after going to the bathroom and heard what they said. He immediately defended me, saying that he wanted me there, and then kissed me in front of them all.)
She managed to recompose herself and then returned his smile, showing off her teeth as she clasped his hand under the table and squeezed it tight.
"Estoy muy contento por los dos! Especialmente Sam, yo no sabía que era tan valiente, sé que si me estaba yo sin duda no habría sido que contundente." She sounded impressed and Kurt knew she really meant it and appreciated his boyfriends defence even more than he had at the time, after hearing someone else admit that they personally wouldn't have been brave enough to do it.
(I'm so pleased for both of you! Especially Sam, i didn't know he was that brave, i know if it was me i would certainly not have been that blunt.)
She looked at him questioningly when he giggled to himself, having just remembered the way Scar had threatened the jock right after their kiss, and it took him a while before he was clam enough to speak properly.
"Bueno, no fue sólo a Sam que vino a mi rescate. Cuando parecía que iban a tomar represalias en el dueño del café vino a nuestra defensa, básicamente gritando a ellos y luego los de restricción de su café por completo." He chuckled at the memory of her brandishing a piece of paper in their bewildered faces, her ridiculous outfit somehow just adding to the fear factor that a petite blond with an bold make-up should not have been able to create.
(Well, it wasn't just Sam that came to my rescue. When they seemed like they were going to retaliate the owner of the cafe came to our defence, basically yelling at them and then barring them from her cafe completely.)
He watched as Quinn laughed at the thought of her being able to scare away the jocks and was about to tell her about Scar's ridiculous dress sense and then them being discovered by Burt when she interrupted his train of thought with an english question that was completely off topic.
"Kurt, can we do a duet/mash-up for our assignment this week, because I think I have a really great idea?"
He was honoured that she was asking him if he wanted to sing with her and beamed at her, squeezing her hand again.
"Of course I will. We're doing country songs right?" He hadn't really listened at the end of the last practice, so although he was fairly sure that was it, he thought that he'd better check.
"Yeah, and I have a great idea for what we could do! I was giving it some thought last night and I decided on some songs that I think would be perfect."
Kurt smiled at her enthusiasm, asking "What are they? Because I was completely stuck so if you've got any suggestions I'd love it."
She opened her mouth and starter to tell him, saying "Well, for myself I was thinking-" before being cut off mid sentence when the bell rang and drowned out her words.
Kurt laughed at her stricken expression, before raising his voice so he could be heard over the ringing, saying "You were saying? I'm sure it's a superb song!"
When the bell finally died away and the rest of the class started to pack their things away Quinn started her sentence again, but stopped mid way through like the last time and acquired a reticent look fitting of Brittany in her very rare moments of contemplation.
"I think it would probably be best if Sam were here when I told you about my ideas. Because they involve him as well and I want both your opinions before I offer you my assistance and my theory."
Kurt realised why she might want to talk to them both, and agreed that yes, Sam should probably be there when they talked about it. He was assuming that she wanted to involve their relationship in some way in the song, and although he believed in Quinn and her motives, realised that what he and she wnted might not be what was for the best for Sam, and for both of them.
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." He said, smiling, "When should we talk to him then? Because Glee is on Friday, two days away, and we'll need the time to practice."
Quinn contemplated the various different venues that she could hold their impromptu secret meeting, but after exiting the classroom and making her way down the corridor with a worried looking Kurt and about a hundred people staring at her as she, the HBIC, looked at Kurt, she said "I don't know to be honest. I can't think of anywhere where we can go, there must be somewhere!"
Kurt suddenly had a genius idea and wondered if the area he was thinking of would be inhabited at lunch that day. As he considered the pro's and con's of just turning up and chancing it, with Quinn waiting patiently for him to say something, he realised that Rachel, the person who was likely to be in the place where he wanted to take them, already knew. It was perfect, a secluded place where they could talk freely and there would be two outside perspectives instead of one if she was there.
"Quinn I have the perfect place! Meet me on the far side of the football field at lunch, under the end of the bleanches at the left end." He said, excitedly jumping a little bit as he tried to control his delight at having found the perfect place for them.
Just as he did this Karofsky and Asimio walked past, mincing towards the science rooms, apparently having seen Kurt's celebrations. They purposefully knocked into him, slamming him into a locker on his left and then laughing and high-fiving each other as he sank to the floor, his knees giving way and his lower lip trembling.
Pull yourself together Kurt! He knocked you into a locker, big deal! There was no slushie, no need to go and change, and you're not seriously injured. It could have been worse.
He composed himself and tried to raise himself off the floor, cursing under his breath when his bulky cast prevented him from being able to hoist himself up. Just as he was ready to give up and slump back down onto the floor he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around him, tugging him upright and onto his feet as he struggled for breath.
Turning around he saw Quinn frowning down the corridor at the retreating backs of the two jocks. She was furious, incensed that they had the audacity to torment Kurt right next to her, the head cheerleader and general HBIC.
"I'm gonna kill those guys if they try something again!" She growled, clenching her hands into fists.
"Quinn it's not worth it. They wouldn't listen, and you'd probably get a few choice comments sent your way as well."
Kurt tried not to sigh audibly as Quinn turned her head towards him with an incredulous look on her face, clearly wondering if he was insane. He knew that her saying something may work for a few days at most, but after the initial shock had worn off he knew that they would start tormenting him in worse ways, making sure that there was no way he could prove their actions had happened. Grasping her hand and tugging her around so that she faced him properly, he looked into her eyes properly and tried to communicate the enormity of their hatred for him.
"Quinn, they just won't stop, and I've accepted that and I'm trying to make the best of the situation and get on with things. But somehow I just can't see your threats making a difference." He said shaking his head.
She just narrowed her eyes at him and tutted.
"Kurt, that was the most self-deprecating and idiotic statement I have ever heard! And I'm surprised at you. I thought you knew better than to believe what those Neanderthals say!" Quinn was starting to sound pissed and that was what finally brought Kurt back to reality from his downer.
"God Quinn, you're right. I need to get a grip! I am who I am and they will never change that, never change me and Sam, never be in the right, so who the hell cares!" Kurt whispered the first part, conscious of all the people listening who didn't yet know about Sam, but he couldn't help himself when the volume of his voice rose towards the end of his sentence, until he was shouting in the middle of the hallway, necks whipping around to stare at him as his voice permeated the chatter filling the hallways like acid, seeping through all the cracks until it seemed that the entire corridor was staring at him with wide eyes.
He stared right back at them, sweeping his eyes around the corridor and taking in all their expressions, before calmly stating, with an ice cold edge to his voice, "Take a picture. It lasts longer." and walking away along the corridor with his head held high.
He paused once at the end of the corridor and turned back, looking at Quinn.
"Don't forget. I wouldn't want to miss your great ideas." He said with a smile, strutting around the corner with renewed vigour as the faces around him turned from shocked to confused.
It was his last class before lunch and Kurt was sat with Mercedes, idly chatting about the latest Vogue and who was the next big thing in fashion. They knew that their teacher would be too preoccupied shopping online to really notice what was going on in class, and were taking the opportunity to have a gossip like they hadn't in a while.
"Oh my god, did you know that Danya got botox?" Kurt said, lening in towards Mercedes with the air of one about to impart crucial infprmation.
"No! God, i'd hate to imagine what the Coach said! Does she know yet?" Mercedes gasped, eyes widening as she thought of the poor cheerio when Coach Sylvester had finished with her.
"I don't think so." Kurt laughed, "But i'm sure she will soon. It went wrong and now she's ended up with her forehead and cheeks immobilised!" He said dryly.
Mercedes gasped and pressed her hand to her mouth, trying not to burst into shocked laughter.
"I know that I shouldn't even be thinking it, but there's just something about that that makes me want to laugh." She said, wondering what the other girl looked like after such drastic 'surgery'.
Kurt personally thought that it served her right for having botox injections at sixteen, but he also felt mean laughing at her attempt to fit in, to be like everyone else and get the coach to notice her.
"I know. But I guess we'll see the Coach's reaction at cheerios practice tonight, she will definitely notice that Danya isn't there." Kurt mused, doing a quick inventory of the cheerios in his mind and deciding that she would be missed, because she was a vital part of the bottom of their pyramid formation.
"You'll have to let me know what happens. I would not like to be Danya when she gets back to school though." Mercedes frowned.
"Me neither. Hey, have you seen anything odd with Brittany and Santana lately? Because they've been spending more time than usual together, but yesterday I swear I saw Santana crying in the bathroom." Kurt looked quizzical and tilted his head, looking at Mercedes.
She took in what he was saying and wondered whether there was something going on with them that the rest of the glee clubbers didn't know about.
"You're right, they have been extra friendly lately, they were holding hands in the corridor the other day and seemed completely comfortable."
Kurt pondered Mercedes' revelation and realised that he had an inkling about what was going on. Because Brittany was still with Artie and Santana was still flirting with half the school, but neither of them had actually seemed that into it in the past few weeks.
"Yeah 'Cedes, I know exactly what you mean. I think we need to have a talk with those two sometime. 'Cause they can't go on like this. And you have to admit, they'd make an amazing couple." Kurt smiled as he thought of the two cheerios, who he had secretly speculated about for months, finally realising their feelings for each other.
"But would they ever tell anyone?" Mercedes asked, "Because I somehow can't see Santana, bitch extraordinaire, revealing her soft and gently side to everyone and coming out. Sure, glee would accept them, but it would break Artie's heart, and the rest of the school would probably have something to say about it."
Kurt brightened as he remembered what he had been meaning to ask Mercedes, as her comment about glee had reminded him of what he suspected Quinn's plans were.
"I know, and I feel awful for him. But at the same time, those two are perfect for each other. Like they were meant for each other." He smiled sweetly, "But anyway, speaking of telling glee club, I was wondering if you could meet me out on the bleachers at lunch again today, where I was with Rachel when you told me Quinn wanted to see me?"
Mercedes gaped at him with wide eyes and said "Kurt! Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
Kurt smiled at her convoluted sentence and said "Well, I'm not totally sure to be honest. It's Quinn's plan, she's going to tell me and Sam about it at lunch which is why I thought you should be there."
He laughed at the bemused expression on her face and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take advantage of the fact that she looked so confused. While she colleted her thoughts he texted Sam quickly, letting him know to be on the football filed at lunch so that Quinn could inform them all together.
Hey sexy, can you get to the far side of the football field at lunch, under the end of the bleanches at the left end? See you soon, Kurt xxx
Putting it away he was met with a stare from Mercedes obviously asking who he was texting.
"That was Sam. I was letting him know to meet us at lunch. So don't get all upset because i'm not telling you things." He teased.
She smiled and hugged him, whispering in his ear "I'm so glad you're doing this. You've got nothing to fear, we'll accept you and Sam whatever happens."
Emboldened by her support and delighted by the fact that she was so accepting and just wanted him to be happy, he hugged her tightly back and was glad that there were so many wonderful people in his life that wanted the best for him.
Sam made his way out onto the football field when the bell rang signalling the start of lunch and wondered idly why Kurt had asked him to go there. He saw no one on the actual field it's self and then remembered that the cheerio's text had specifically said under the bleachers. He strode to the end of the bleachers and ducked his head under them, peering around. What he saw under them made him raise his eyebrows as he glanced round at the people sat under the plastic seating.
Kurt and Mercedes were sat next to each other arguing playfully about the Newest Marc Jacobs collection while Quinn was sat with her headphones in bobbing her head to the beat and jotting things down in a notepad that she had sat on her lap. As she unlocked her ipod and muttered 'Repeat' he realised that she was writing something to do with the song she was listening to. As she looked up at him and smiled in welcome, offering a small wave as her pen ghosted across the page, he walked around to the side of Kurt that Mercedes wasn't sat on and dropped down beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders and kissing him softly on the lips, eliciting an 'Aww' from both the watching girls.
He leant back from their kiss and beamed at Kurt, gently moving a stray strand of brunette hair out of his eyes.
"Good morning so far?" He asked, shifting slightly in his position so that both he and Kurt were more comfortable.
Kurt looked up at him and smiled, glancing at Mercedes before looking back at him with mirth in his eyes.
"Definitely. You know I like nothing more than a good gossip, and we know better than not to take advantage of Miss Ashton's distracted state when she is clearly locked in a bidding war on EBay." Kurt laughed.
Mercedes laughed with him and Sam marvelled once again at how nice Kurt's laugh was. No, ice wasn't the right word. Exquisite was more like it. It was like those flashes of teeth and dimples that made it feel like the sun was coming out, and somehow it was shining on him.
Kurt sighed as he snuggled into Sam and relaxed as his arm snaked even further around his shoulders. He loved sitting with him like this, being able to be completely free and just be able to enjoy his company and presence.
"Hey Quinn, you fancy telling us why you asked us all to meet up?" Kurt asked, tearing the blonde cheerio out of her song induced trance.
She smiled coyly at them all and then said "Well, I was thinking last night about what song I could do for our next assignment, and I was listening to some country and something hit me. Well, two certain songs seemed to jump out at me. And I was just wondering, do you two" She motioned towards Sam and Kurt, "Feel like it would be okay, beneficial, to reveal your relationship? Are you okay with that?"
She looked hopefully at them, but still slightly scared, like she was hoping she hadn't overstepped the mark and Kurt took pity on her and put his hand over hers, smiling at her.
"Quinn it seems like a great idea, honestly, it was only a matter of time really and quite a few of you know anyway, so don't worry." He looked at Sam for support, realising that it would be a much easier revelation for him than for Sam.
Sam had been considering the same thing for a few days and when he heard Kurt accept it so eagerly he decided to take the plunge and go for it. He reasoned that as far as he knew Quinn, Mercedes, Finn and Rachel already knew. So telling the rest of glee club shouldn't be that hard, as he was hopeful that they would be, like the others, accepting.
"Of course. I want people to know, I really do, because I can't stand not being able to shout it from the rooftops, having to be around him at school and not being able to really be with him is making me crazy. So I guess this is a great way to start. Kurt, I wish that the entire world could know, honestly I do, but I think taking it step by step is probably a slightly saner approach."
"You got that right white boy!" Mercedes said, "If you announced it now you'd be gettin' your ass kicked by homeroom."
Quinn laughed then and they all turned towards her, confused as to what she found funny.
"I was imaging the look on Coach Bieste's face when she realises that half her team has beaten up the quarterback" Quinn said, still giggling.
Kurt looked at Sam strangely and tried to picture the same thing, laughing along with Quinn as he too considered the woman's reaction to the scenario Quinn had illustrated.
All too soon Mercedes, after taking a look at Sam's pained expression, joined in the laughter until all three of them were clutching their sides with tears threatening to roll down their cheeks. Kurt caught sight of Sam's face and tried to rein his laughter in, realising that the situation was hurtful for Sam to consider.
"Sorry Sam, I didn't mean to laugh at that, it was just... Can you imagine her reaction?"
Sam allowed himself to stop picturing the wrath of the football team and picture what the others were laughing about, admitting to himself that it would be quite something to behold.
"I suppose you're right, she would be terrifying." Sam admitted, "Maybe that'll work in my favour when the time comes to tell everyone."
The rest nodded in agreement as Quinn folded away her ipod headphones and flipped back a couple of pages in her notebook.
"Okay guys, well I was thinking that we could do some sort of mash up of two songs where you and I, Kurt, pretend to fight for Sam's affections. Everyone knows we've broken up now so they should probably get the message, and of course I lose in the end and Kurt gets Sam's heart." She finished with a smile.
Kurt and Sam both nodded in agreement and San realised what a cool idea it was turning out to be, quite a novel way to come out to glee club, as he didn't really fancy the whole 'Guys, I'm gay.' scenario. He much preferred Quinn's suggestion that they reveal their relationship by song, and if he knew her, which he was sure he did, having payed attention when they dated, then she would have picked out some kick-ass songs.
"Okay, you've got us hooked, so who are we going to be singing? I've been watching you make notes in that notepad and I swear you've written at least five pages since I got here." Kurt said, leaning over to try and see what she had written.
"No, not just yet. I'll tell you the artists, but I'm gonna give you free rein over my itunes and see if you can pick which of their songs I think we should use." She said evilly.
Sam laughed, realising that she was going to leave them guessing for the rest of the day at least, until they had access to her itunes account to see her collection of songs.
"That's just evil Quinn, you know how little patience we have." He said, glaring half heartedly at her, "How long will we have to wait?"
"Not long, I was thinking you could all come round to my house tonight to try and choose, then rehearse, seeing as my mom's going out so she won't be there for most of the night." Quinn said, smiling round at them.
Mercedes beamed and pulled her phone out of her bag straight away, dialling her house and tapping her foot impatiently as it rang.
"Hey dad, can I go round to Quinn's house tonight? Yeah, it's for a glee rehearsal. We're doing country music and she wants our opinion on something. Me and Kurt and Sam. Yes. I mean no! I mean... Okay, bye."
Mercedes looked round at the group and said "Uh, guys, I think my dad knows about you two. He just jokingly asked if Sam was your boyfriend and I said yes without thinking. Well, you heard what I said." She looked down at the floor nervously.
Kurt slid his arm around her waist and asked "I he going to say anything about it to anyone?"
"Of course not!" She said, looking up with a shocked expression on her face.
Kurt and Sam smiled.
"Then it's fine." Sam said.
Turning back to Quinn, he saw her absorbed in her notebook again and had to wave a hand about in front of her face to get her attention back.
"Earth to Quinn! Anyone home?"
"What?" Quinn blinked a few times and then realised that Sam had been talking to her.
"Oh yeah, I was just thinking about the songs I like." She smiled.
"And yet you still haven't told us the artists white girl, are you gonna get a move on any time soon?" Mercedes said jokingly.
"Sure," Quinn said, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming again, "I'm definitely liking a combination of a Dolly Parton song and one by Loretta Lynn."
Sam knew who Dolly Parton was, (who didn't?) but wasn't so sure about the other one. Apparently Kurt knew though, if the way he had clapped his hands excitedly when she had mentioned her was any indication.
"So Quinn, Kurt, um, who is Loretta Lynn?" Sam asked, confused.
They both looked at him like he had grown two heads and then incredulously at each other as if they were offended that he didn't know.
"Sam. Go home. Find a computer. Open YouTube. Search her." Kurt said, his serious tone belied by the smile that was creeping onto his face.
Quinn chuckled at their exchange and said "You can listen to her stuff at mine silly. I downloaded loads last night 'cause I kind of assumed that we would probably end up there if you agreed to my plan."
"Why there?" Kurt asked, tilting his head in a way that made Sam lean in and ruffle his hair, kissing his cheek softly.
"Because I wasn't sure if you had come out to either of your parents and my mom is going to be out, so there wouldn't be any awkward questions." She said.
"Oh." Kurt looked round at Sam and winked at him, before continuing, "My dad and Carole and Finn all know now. Sam and I got back from our date last night and ended up being ever so slightly over enthusiastic when we said goodnight and, well..." Kurt trailed off, blushing furiously.
Sam hugged him tighter and kissed him, softly tangling his fingers in his hair, before drawing back to reveal an even redder Kurt.
"And then Burt came out and saw us kissing, and we had a lovely awkward conversation where he cheerfully threatened to rip my head off if I messed with Kurt." Sam said with a laugh, shifting their positions so Kurt was seated sideways on his lap, with his arms over the smaller boy's shoulders.
Quinn and Mercedes both laughed at his revelation and Kurt relived the previous night in his mind, wishing that he hadn't had to reveal it to his dad in quite such an embarrassing way. He was glad that his family knew of course, but that wasn't quite the way he would have chosen to tell them.
Mercedes swivelled to face Kurt again and somehow mustered a serious expression.
"So, who else knows apart from us and the Hudson's?" She asked, wondering whether hey boy had been revealing it to everyone.
Sam and Kurt exchanges a look as Quinn stopped laughing and started to take an interest in their conversation again.
"Well, Rachel-"
"What about me?"
Rachel Berry walked around the corner at that very moment, resplendent in her argyle sweater of the day with a matching skirt and knee socks, a confused expression on her face as she realised they had been talking about her.
Quinn and Mercedes lept up suddenly and positioned themselves in front of Sam and Kurt, glaring at a sweetly smiling Rachel and crossing their arms over their chests.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, a note of menace present in her voice.
Rachel merely looked puzzled again, stating "I come here quite a lot. It was me who showed Kurt where this was, and he knows I sit here." She leaned around Mercedes even though the other girl tried to stop her.
"Right Kurt?" She asked, striding around Mercedes and walking towards him and Sam.
Kurt laughed at the panicked faces of the two girls as they watched Rachel walk over to the two boys, Kurt still sat on Sam's lap.
"Relax guys, she already knows." Kurt said, with laughter in his voice.
Rachel turned as she realised why Quinn and Mercedes had been hostile towards her.
"Oh! They've already told me and I'm extremely supportive of their relationship and hope to see it thrive!" She said with the air of a politician making a speech.
Sam motioned for her to come and sit next to them and she made her way over to the spot of grass beside him and started to spread out her picnic by their feet. Quinn and Mercedes gathered around them again, hesitantly at first but then sitting at the edges of Rachel's picnic blanket and eagerly eyeing up her food.
"I don't even care if it's vegan again, I'm hungry and I want me some of that gorgeous looking food!"
Everyone chuckled as her stomach rumbled loudly as if to accentuate her point and Rachel smiled widely at her.
"Go on, try some." She smiled even wider, which Kurt thought should have been impossible. "I made extra today because I had a feeling that Kurt might be eating with me again."
As Sam, Kurt and Mercedes started to open containers and take the food out, eagerly sharing it around, Quinn hung back, looking nervously at Rachel.
"Have some. I don't mind. Honestly, it tastes great." Rachel passed one of the Tupperware boxes to a stunned Quinn and started to dish out the food. Quinn accepted her share and started to eat, slowly at first but then gradually becoming more used to the slightly odd taste of vegan food and the even odder company.
When they had eaten all of Rachel's food they started to pack away. Mercedes and Rachel did most of the work as Kurt and Sam were too busy giggling and kissing, and Quinn just rolled her eyes and thought about how much of a cute couple they made. She had definitely made the right decision getting them together.
"When you two have quite finished playing tonsil tennis," Mercedes said loudly, startling the blond and brunette as the sighed contentedly, "The bell has gone, and it's probably best if we at least attend our afternoon classes."
Sam withdrew his hand from it's position cupping the smaller boy's ass and glared at her, silently cursing her for interrupting their kissing. He didn't care about classes, screw his GPA, his dyslexia ruined that anyway. But Kurt was a stickler for the rules and was already pulling away from him, brushing crumbs off his outfit and straightening out imagined wrinkles.
"C'mon Sam, lets go." He said, taking Sam's hand and pulling him to his feet.
Quinn finished gathering her things and said to them "Don't forget, my house tonight. Kurt, I'll take you back after cheerios practice, you can let Sam and Mercedes know the time, because even I can't predict the Coach."
She smiled as they nodded at her and then ducked out from under the bleachers, Kurt straightening his hair after Sam mussed it up and complaining loudly about how he didn't have the right product to re-style it and that Sam was going to pay. Mercedes followed them out and soon Quinn was left with Rachel, who was still trying to fit her copious amount of containers back into her bag. She took pity on the girl, helping her fit them inside each other and stacking them into a pile that would slide into the brunette girl's bag easily.
"Thanks"
"Don't mention it."
Rachel turned to walk away as Quinn said "You can come too if you want. Tonight. I'll get Kurt to text you directions."
She turned and stared at Quinn.
"We're choosing 'coming out' songs." Quinn shrugged. "I bet your extensive musical knowledge would help."
* I have no idea what she was meant to be saying.
A/N: Anyone fancy having a guess about the songs they'll be singing? Or anyone else in glee for that matter? I'd love to hear your thoughts :) x