A/N: As you all know by now, this fic is AU. I am not going to give any spoilers but let's just say I will be revealing secrets in a different way in my story than they did in the show. I have my story all planned out, and there is at least ten more chapters. Hopefully that will help you through the long hiatus. I want to say thanks again for all the reviews. You guys are awesome!

First Kiss

Chapter Fourteen

Kurt was at school early the next day so that he could be there when Quinn arrived. The first thing he noticed was that she drove herself. Of course, he wanted to put his own significance on that, but he didn't. He just wrote it down in his little notebook.

He tried to keep enough distance between them so she wouldn't notice that he was following her. It was just a precaution though, since he was fairly sure she considered him to be beneath her notice. However, you could never be too careful.

Kurt didn't see Finn much at all, and that was alright with him. He didn't need a distraction right now.

He had one more class before lunch, and luckily Quinn was in that class with him. As he walked toward the classroom, he noticed Quinn going in the opposite direction.

He decided to skip his class and follow her. She walked out of the building, and he wondered where she was going.

As he walked out of the door, he felt someone grab his shirt and push him roughly against the wall of the school.

Quinn was staring at him, obviously pissed.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about… and you are creasing my shirt. It's Versace," he said disdainfully.

She let go of him in disgust.

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm not… "

"Save it, Tinkerbell," she said. "I saw you earlier, too."

Kurt decided the direct approach would be the best. "I know you are up to something," he accused. "And I know that Finn is not the father of your baby."

"You don't know anything... " she said, and then she must have seen something in his face because she suddenly changed tactics. "Whatever you think you know… it doesn't matter. Finn will never believe you."

"I am aware of that."

"So that's why you are following me… "

"You catch on quick, Barbie," he said looking at her with disdain.

"Listen up, Nancy Drew. You keep following me, and I will kick your ass. Don't think I can't."

"The truth will come out, Quinn." He crossed his arms. He wasn't sure if was just a reflex or a flimsy defense in case she decided to do him harm.

"Why do you even care, Kurt?" she asked.

"Finn's my friend," he said, trying to look impassive. He was obviously unsuccessful.

"Oh, now I see," she said with a smirk. "You want Finn for yourself. Of course, why not?" she continued. "All the girls in school are in love with Finn. Why not the little gay boy, too?" She looked at him as if he was something she had just scraped off of her shoe. "You're pathetic."

"I will find out who the baby daddy is, and then everyone will know, including Finn."

"And then what, Martha Stewart?" she countered. "You and Finn will live happily ever after? Wake up and smell the coffee. Finn likes girls, not boys, Kurt. So you will never, ever have a chance with him."

Kurt was silent as he thought back to yesterday in the locker room. She had absolutely no clue. He smiled at her.

"Whatever, cupcake," he said, nudging past her.

****

He met Mercedes for lunch with some trepidation. She was not going to be happy with him.

"I got nothing," she said. "Puck flirted with Santana and some other Cheerio, and then he hung out with Finn. Nothing. What did you find out?"

"Well," Kurt said opening his notebook. He took his time… not sure how to tell her. "Quinn drove to school, instead of riding with Finn," he began. "And at fourth hour, she skipped her class."

"Really? Where did she go?"

"Outside."

"And?" She gave Kurt a frustrated look, and he knew he couldn't stall much longer. "Spill it," she demanded.

"And then she caught me following her."

Mercedes shook her head.

"What did you tell her?"

They had talked about what they were going to say if either of them got caught. Unfortunately, Kurt had forgotten all about it.

"Kurt?"

"I lost my temper. I told her I knew that Finn was not the baby daddy, and that I would find out who it was."

"Oh, Kurt," she said. "This is bad."

"Actually, Mercedes," he admitted. "It gets worse. She knows that I have a thing for Finn." Mercedes gave him a look, and he explained. "She guessed, and I am not that good at hiding my feelings."

"Great."

"But she doesn't know about Finn and I. She is too sure of herself for that."

"Don't underestimate her, Kurt. She is smart. She will find out. Especially since you boys are always mooning all over each other."

"We are not," Kurt protested.

"Okay. Whatever," she said. "You just need to be careful."

He decided to change the subject. "What are we going to do now?"

Mercedes smiled. "Plan B."

"We have a Plan B?" he asked.

"I always have a Plan B."

"Do you mind elaborating on this plan?"

"Actually, Kurt, my boy," she said. "I do mind. Just in case you get caught behind enemy lines again."

"Come on, Mercedes. It'll be fine."

"Really? Did you not just tell Quinn our entire plan?"

Okay, well she did have a point there.

"Fine," he said sullenly.

"I promise to let you know as soon as I can, Kurt."

And then he smiled at her. "Thanks, Mercedes. You are a good friend."

"Yeah, I know," she said, smiling back at him.

****

"Kurt, wait up."

He turned toward Finn, who was running to catch up to him.

"Finn, hi," he said, as they walked into the auditorium together.

"I just wanted to let you know that I am all ready for Friday night," he said quietly so no one around them could hear.

"Okay." Kurt tried to appear calm, as if they were talking about the weather. That was difficult considering inside he was excited, nervous, and thinking how gorgeous Finn was looking today in a long sleeve grey American Eagle shirt.

"I mean, I did some research… and I got some stuff that we might need…" Finn actually blushed then.

"Oh, great," Kurt said, slightly out of breath from thinking about Friday night… and all that would entail. He had told Mercedes that he would think about it, and he had. Only, not in the way she had wanted.

"I gotta go before Quinn starts looking for me."

Kurt nodded as Finn reached down and squeezed his hand. Kurt knew it was a substitute for the kiss goodbye that he could not give him.

And from across the room, Quinn watched the pair angrily.