This story is so close to the end, you guys! Only about four or five chapters to go now, and then it will be over. For that reason, I'm not going to be updating for the next few weeks. I'm still going to be writing, but I want to finish this story before I post any more chapters. So much happens in the last chapters, and there are still quite a few details that I have to work out. I'm worried that I'll forget something, or that I won't resolve a story arc properly. It's starting to stress me out, which doesn't lead to good writing.

So, I'm going to take the next few weeks to finish writing this story, so that I can make sure that the ending is exactly what I want it to be before I post anything more. I'll be back sometime in mid-November. At that point, I should be able to update pretty quickly until the story is over.

I'm sorry to leave you all hanging for a month, especially at such a dramatic point, but this is what's best for the story. And I will be posting a few other things during that time. I already have a Blam oneshot finished, which should be up either this week or the beginning of next week. And I'm hoping to update a few of my other stories as well, though that will depend on how much free time I have.

As always, thanks to my beta, Tuuzmorado.

"Are you sure that you're okay, Sam?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," Sam said quickly. When he'd pulled Mr. Schue aside before glee to tell him that he didn't want to sing All or Nothing, he'd known that Mr. Schue would be concerned and want to know why. But that didn't mean that he was happy about the questions. "I just don't think that a duet is a good idea."

"Why not?" Mr. Schue asked. "You were so excited about it earlier this week. What happened?"

Mr. Schue sounded honestly concerned, which just made Sam feel even worse about quitting. He'd expected Mr. Schue to be upset over the fact that they had to change their performance just two days before Regionals. That, Sam could deal with by pointing that the club was super talented and could pull off anything. But Sam hadn't expected Mr. Schue to be worried about him. That, he wasn't so sure how to explain.

"Nothing happened," Sam said, sure that he didn't sound convincing at all, awkwardly pulling on the shoulder of his shirt. He was wearing the sweat suit that Sue had given him, mostly because he didn't want to start a fight with her. It was surprising – and slightly disturbing – how well it fit Sam. The only problem was that it was too small around the chest and shoulders, and Sam had been pulling on it all afternoon, trying to get it to loosen up. "I just want us to win Regionals, and I don't think that we will if I sing."

"Sam, I wouldn't have chosen you as one of our soloists if I didn't think that you and Blaine sound wonderful together," Mr Schue said. "And I know you're nervous, but I know that you can do this. There isn't a single other student that I would trust to sing that song more than you."

Sam looked away. He had a feeling that Mr. Schue would have said the same thing to any student who was scared before a competition, and that that didn't really mean much. But still, he didn't like to let Mr. Schue down. Or the rest of the glee club, for that matter.

But it would let them down even more if he tried to do the song and messed it up. That was why he said, "Can you just give it to someone else?"

Mr. Schue frowned. "Are you sure that there isn't something going on? Something that you want to talk to me about?"

Sam was definitely sure. For one, he was sick of getting other people involved with his issues. And even if he was going to talk to someone, it wouldn't be Mr. Schue. Sam liked him and all – he was a pretty sweet teacher, and he did a lot for the club. But still, he'd never been that helpful when people were having trouble, and as nice as he was, Sam didn't really feel like confiding in him.

So he shook his head. "I'm definitely cool. I just-" He suddenly thought of an idea. He cleared his throat and tried to make it sound as raspy as he could. "I think I've been singing too much this week. It's giving me a sore throat. I don't know how I'm going to sound on Saturday, so I figure it's best if I let someone else take over. Just to be sure."

Mr. Schue gave him a long look, and for a second, Sam was sure that he was convinced. Then he said, "You know that I don't believe that."

"What?" Sam asked. "Why not?"

"You've been speaking normally all day, but the second that you said your voice hurt, you started sounding like an old man," Mr. Schue said. "I can tell that you're faking it."

Oh. Maybe Sam should have been a little more subtle.

"I'm not going to force you to sing if you don't want to," Mr. Schue said, gesturing broadly with his hands, his voice filling with enthusiasm, the way it always did when he gave a pep talk. "But I think that you should. I may not know what's upsetting you, but whatever it is, I know that you can beat it. Don't let anything stop you from doing what you love, and I know that you loved singing that duet."

Sam pulled in a deep breath through his teeth, then let it out. Mr. Schue was right, kind of. Sam really, really didn't want to give up the duet just because of Bobby. So, using Mr. Schue's logic, he should keep his part in All or Nothing and do his absolute best at Regionals.

It wasn't that simple, though. And Sam couldn't give the soccer team another reason to bully him.

"Thanks for the advice," Sam said slowly, "but I still think that you should give my part to someone else."

Mr. Schue sighed. "Is it the song that's the problem? I could rearrange our soloists, give you a part in a different song."

For one second, Sam was incredibly tempted. At least then he'd be able to sing something at Regionals, even if it wasn't with Blaine. Then he shook his head. At this point, it was bad enough that someone else would have to learn his song. It would be twice as hard for the team if he also had to learn the words to someone else's part, and rearranging the soloists might mess up the choreography somehow. It'd be easier if he just didn't sing at all.

"Okay," Mr. Schue said, sounding extremely disappointed, which Sam did his best to ignore. The two of them walked over toward the backstage, where most of the club was hanging out. "Tina, can I speak with you for a minute?" Mr. Schue asked as Sam took a seat on the floor next to Blaine.

"You told Mr. Schue?" Blaine asked. He was sitting stiffly, and his whole face was set with anger. He'd looked that way all day, ever since he'd found out about Bobby slushying Sam. And even though Sam knew that the anger was aimed at Bobby, not him, he still didn't like to see Blaine looking that that.

"Yeah," Sam said. "Is that okay? You're not upset, right? Because-"

"It's your decision, Sam," Blaine interrupted, his voice softer than it had been a moment before, in both volume and tone. He smiled slightly. "I've been telling you for the past couple weeks that I'm not going to force you to come out before you're ready. And I'm not going to force you to do anything else, either."

"But you still want to sing with me," Sam said.

Blaine's eyes narrowed, and he looked away, but not before Sam had seen the look on his face. Yeah, Blaine definitely wanted Sam to sing with him. Even though Blaine tried to hide how upset he was, the truth was written all over his face. Sam pulled his knees to his chest, feeling more guilty than ever.

Then Blaine turned back to Sam, and all signs that he was upset had been put away, replaced with anger again. "I want Bobby to leave you alone," he said. "And I'm going to make sure that he does."

"How?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I will," Blaine said with extreme confidence, like he didn't doubt it for a moment.

"Hey, Sam!" Brittany suddenly bounced into the auditorium, hand-in-hand with a very smug-looking Santana. Brittany dropped down next to Sam, pulling Santana down with her. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," Sam said. Blaine frowned, but didn't say anything. Sam eyed the way that Brittany and Santana were leaning against each other. "Did you two start dating again?"

"Yup." Santana practically purred the word, wrapping her arm around Brittany's waist, a slow smile spreading over her face. "We got back together yesterday after glee, when Brit came running after me."

"Congratulations," Blaine said, sounding genuine. "Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

Brittany shrugged, laying her head on Santana's shoulder. "There were other things to talk about," she said. "But I'm really happy."

Sam smiled. "I'm happy for you," he said, thinking back to his plan to try and hook up the two of them on Fondue For Two. He was doubly glad that he hadn't tried to go through with that now. They hadn't needed his help; they'd figured it out on their own. It was probably best that he hadn't tried to get involved. It had all worked out on its own. Except- "What about Quinn?"

"What about her?" Santana asked. "You heard her yesterday – we were never actually together. She's straight, for crying out loud. I was her sexy little experiment, but that's over now. So what?"

Sam didn't get the chance to respond, because Mr. Schue walked over then. "Okay, everyone gather around," he called, looking around at the whole club. "We have one change in our lineup. All or Nothing is now going to be sung as a duet between Blaine and Tina."

"Wait, what?" Artie asked. Pretty much the whole club turned to look at Sam, who pulled his knees closer to his chest and tried not to meet any of their eyes.

Santana whistled. "Seriously, Trouty? What'd you have to do to get your own duet taken away?"

"Shut it, Santana," Blaine snapped, and Sam blinked at how harsh his voice sounded. Definitely not what Sam had been been expecting. Or what the rest of the club was expecting, judging by the look on their faces.

"Someone's touchy," Santana muttered.

"Okay, that's enough from both of you," Mr. Schue said. "Everyone, get into positions for the first song. We're going to run through our whole performance. Then we'll work All or Nothing a few times until Tina feels comfortable with it." He clapped his hands, and the club hurried to get to their feet.

Blaine reached over and squeezed Sam's hand quickly. "It's okay," he promised quietly. "Even if you don't sing, it's fine." He looked like he meant it, too. If Sam didn't know better, he'd say that Blaine really wasn't disappointed at all.

Sam did know better, though. Which meant that all of Blaine's attempts to act like this was fine really weren't helping much.

Sam didn't say that, though. He just nodded and squeezed Blaine's hand back tightly for a moment before letting go. And he definitely didn't mention what was worrying him the most.

He and Blaine were supposed to start dating this Saturday. How were they supposed to do that if Sam was digging his way further and further into the closet? Sam already knew what Blaine's answer would be. He'd say that Sam should take as much time as he needed, and that it'd be fine to wait.

But how long would it take Sam to be ready to come out? And how long would Blaine wait until he realized that maybe Sam wasn't worth it?

"You sure this isn't being rude?" Sam asked as Blaine pulled into the driveway of his apartment complex. "I mean, didn't your friend really want to meet me or something? And Tina's been talking about her boyfriend for a while. I don't want to ditch on meeting him."

"It'll be fine," Blaine assured him. "A lot has happened today; it makes sense that you don't feel like hanging out at the Lima Bean with us." Blaine hesitated, then asked, "Want me to come up to your apartment? We could play a movie on my laptop and see if we can make dinner without destroying anything this time." Because even though Kitty had made it clear that she expected him to be at the Lima Bean tonight – without Sam – and even though it sounded like this meeting would be important, Blaine would skip in an instant if Sam wanted him to.

Sam's lips twitched up in a smile, but he shook his head. "You don't want to make Tina mad," he said. "She was already pretty upset at you for spending more time with me than with her, right?"

Blaine frowned. He really didn't want that, but he said, "Tina would be fine. She'd understand." Well, Blaine hoped that she would, at least. And everyone knew about Sam getting slushied – it had been pretty obvious, considering that he'd spent the rest of the day in a sweatsuit that he definitely hadn't had on that morning. After that, Tina shouldn't get upset if Sam needed Blaine tonight. Probably.

"I'll offer to meet her and Yoshiro tomorrow, instead," Blaine offered. "You're working at Burt's garage tomorrow, right? That's be the perfect time to get coffee with them, since you won't be around, anyway."

Sam shook his head, his smile widening just slightly. "Don't tell Tina that you're only spending time with her because I'm not around."

"That's not what I mean!" Blaine said quickly. "I love spending time with her. She's my best friend! Besides you, I mean."

"Yeah, I knew what you meant," Sam said. "And you might not want to say that around Kitty, by the way. She says that you're her best friend."

Blaine blinked. "Really?" He'd known that they'd been getting closer ever since he'd joined the Cheerios, and especially since she'd found out about him and Sam. But still, he'd figured that she'd consider someone else to be her best friend. Though now that he thought about it, he didn't know who that person would be.

"Well, yeah," Sam said, like it should have been obvious. "Everyone absolutely loves you. You're incredible, you know." Sam's voice sounded odd when he said that, almost unhappy. But before Blaine got the chance to ask, Sam opened the car door and swung his legs out. "Anyway, you should go meet Tina. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay," Blaine said. He leaned over and grabbed Sam before he could get out of the car, pulling him into a quick hug. "Call me if you want to talk tonight. Or if you decide that you want company, after all."

"I'll be fine," Sam said at once. He hugged Blaine back for a moment, his fingers digging into Blaine's shoulders as he held on too tightly. Then he climbed out of the car and waved as he slammed the door. Blaine made a mental note to call Sam later anyway, just to make sure that he was alright, and pulled out of the parking lot.

Tina was the only one at the Lima Bean when Blaine got there. "Hey," she said, walking over to join him, coffee cup in hand. "Yoshiro just texted me. He, Jeremiah, and Kole are going to be a little late. You might as well get something to drink. I already did."

"Sounds good." The weren't many people in the Lima Bean this late in the afternoon, so it only took Blaine a minute to buy himself a drink, and then he and Tina found a table in the corner.

"So," Tina said as they took their seats, "how is Sam doing? I heard about what Bobby did."

"He's doing pretty good, I guess," Blaine said. His hand clenched around his coffee cup, and he quickly set it down on the table, before he could crumple it on accident and spill the coffee onto his skin. Blaine could tell that Sam was hurt even more than he was letting on, but knowing Sam, he wouldn't want Tina – or the rest of the glee club – to know that. He probably wished that the club hadn't found out about the bullying at all. "I'm looking forward to meeting Yoshiro," he said, to change the subject.

Tina went with the new topic immediately, either because she sensed that Blaine didn't want to talk about Sam and the bullying, or because she was so excited to talk about her boyfriend. "You're going to like him a lot," she said. "He's really nice, sweet... A lot like you, actually."

Blaine hoped that that wasn't the reason why Tina was dating Yoshiro, but decided not to ask. At the very least, dating a straight boy who reminded her of Blaine had to be better than the way she'd been convinced that Blaine should date her despite his sexuality, though the thought still made Blaine a little uncomfortable.

"So, do you think that you two are getting serious?" he asked. "I mean, you two have only been together for a couple weeks, but do you really like him?"

Blaine was expecting Tina to say that of course they were serious, and that she already had plans for spending the rest of their lives together. Considering how crazy she'd been about trying to win over Blaine, he figured that now that she had a boyfriend, she wasn't going to let him go any time soon. Which was why he was surprised when she shook her head. "We already know it's not going to last past graduation."

"What?" Blaine asked. "Why not?"

"He's a foreign exchange student – did I tell you that?" She must have figured out the answer by the surprised look on her face, because she continued, "Well, he is. He's studying in America to improve his English, but he's going back to Japan in a couple months. I mean, Mike and I barely managed to last a month before the distance tore us apart, and you and Kurt weren't much better. If none of our other relationships lasted, how am I supposed to do a long-distance relationship with someone I've only known a couple months who lives halfway across the world?"

Blaine grimaced. "I'm sorry." Considering how badly she'd wanted a boyfriend, it must be terrible that the one she'd found wasn't going to be around long.

"I'm not. Not really," she said. By now, Blaine was pretty sure that his expression had gone past surprised, and that he looked downright shocked now. "Maybe it's a good thing that this can't get too serious. I mean, I've basically been convinced that I was going to marry Mike since sophomore year. The last thing I need is to throw myself into a new relationship and become completely obsessed with some guy."

"When did you figure this out?" Blaine asked, before he got the chance to think better of it. "Sometime after the vaporub incident?"

Her face darkened. "You said that you wouldn't mention that anymore," she snapped.

"Sorry," Blaine said quickly, holding his hands up in surrender. "Never again. I promise."

She nodded, not looking entirely happy, but she did say, "And yes, it was sometime after that."

"I'm happy for you," Blaine said genuinely. "That you've got this all figured out."

"I think I finally do," she said, and the angry look on her face finally slipped away, replaced by a smile. "Did I tell you that I'm moving to LA after graduation?"

"What? No!" Blaine exclaimed, a grin forming on his face. He'd known that she'd applied to pretty much every school in the country that had a good theatre department, since she hadn't really known where she wanted to go or what exactly she wanted to do, but she'd never mentioned that she'd made a decision. "You got into a school there?"

"Yeah," she said. "I also got invited to do an audition for NYADA, but I already know that I got into the school in LA, so I think that I'm going to go there."

"Is it because of the audition?" Blaine asked. "I could help you prepare for that, if you want to go to NYADA. I have an audition, too. We could help each other."

She shook her head firmly. "No, I'm going to LA," she said. "It seems more my style than New York, anyway. And it's not like I'm trying to copy Mercedes, but I figure that if she can do it, so can I."

"Good luck, then," Blaine said, reaching over to give her shoulder a quick squeeze. "You know, I'm going to miss being able to see you every day." It wouldn't be terrible, since he'd still have Kurt, Rachel and – most importantly – Sam to keep him company in New York. But still, Tina had turned out to be a much better friend than he would have thought at the beginning of the year. He didn't want to say goodbye to her.

"I'll miss you, too," she said, her smile wavering slightly. Then her expression brightened, and she pointed over Blaine's shoulder. "The guys are here."

Blaine turned around in his chair, smiling when he recognized Jeremiah standing at the end of the line. He was holding hands with the guy next to him. Blaine's first thought was that Kurt would have killed for the vest that that guy was wearing, even though it looked so complicated that Blaine seriously didn't know how anyone could get it on without getting tangled in all the different straps and buckles. The guy shifted his position slightly, and Blaine instantly recognized him from the picture that Jeremiah had sent him when he'd first gotten engaged. Standing behind them was a third guy who Blaine knew must be Yoshiro, even though Blaine had never seen him before.

Blaine smiled and waved, and Jeremiah grinned and waved back, then gestured to the front counter as if to say that they were going to buy their drinks before joining them. Blaine nodded and turned around in his chair.

It only took a minute for them to come join them. "Hey, Blaine. Tina." Jeremiah grinned and nodded to them both as he took the seat next to Blaine. "This is Kole Parris. My fiancé." Jeremiah's grin widened when he said "fiancé", like he still couldn't believe it. "And that's Yoshiro, but considering he's all over your friend, you probably figured that out on your own."

Blaine glanced over to the other side of the table, where Yoshiro and Tina were kissing, their arms wrapped around each other so tightly that there wasn't any room between them. Tina had always been pretty big on public displays of affection. Blaine shook his head and turned toward Kole instead. "Blaine Anderson," he said, holding out his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Kole stared down at Blaine's hand for a moment before reaching over to shake it awkwardly, giving Blaine a small smile. "It's nice to meet you, as well," he said, his voice tinted with a slight British accent – not as strong as Adam's, but still noticeable. He glanced around the table. "Your boyfriend didn't come with you?"

"No, he couldn't make it," Blaine said, then bit his lip, wondering if he should explain that he and Sam weren't dating. That was probably the right thing to do, but considering that he and Sam had never actually decided what they were going to say, Blaine wasn't sure.

Jeremiah spoke before Blaine got the chance to make a decision. "Aw, that's too bad." Jeremiah slumped slightly in his seat, looking honestly disappointed. Then, all at once, the glint in his eyes reappeared, and he grinned again. "I was really looking forward to meeting Sam. I want to see who stole your heart so thoroughly that even my flirting with you at the mall couldn't win you back."

Tina broke away from her boyfriend and spun to face Blaine. "Wait, you told Jeremiah about Sam? Seriously? You didn't even tell me about Sam!"

"I assume that you're Blaine?" Yoshiro asked. "Tina told me about you."

"I've heard a lot about you as well," Blaine said, quickly shaking hands with Yoshiro, then turning toward Tina. "I didn't really mean to tell him. He sort of figured it out on his own."

"Blaine gets those puppy dog eyes when he talks about his crush," Jeremiah said, then gave a huge sigh. "I remember back in the good old days when he used to send those puppy eyes my way. And he sang to me, too. Did I ever tell you about-"

"You're engaged," Blaine protested. "You shouldn't be going on about some stupid crush I used to have on you." He turned to Kole for support, but he was leaning against Jeremiah's shoulder, his hand pressed to his mouth like he was trying to keep himself from laughing. Blaine groaned. "He told you about the Gap Attack, didn't he?"

Kole nodded. "I'm sorry," he said, absentmindedly twisting the stud in his lip, which was the exact same color as the streaks in his hair.

"In my defense, it's too good of a story for me to keep to myself," Jeremiah said, raising his hands defensively.

"Wait, what is this Gap Attack?" Yoshiro asked, leaning forward across the table. "I have to hear this story!"

"So do I," Tina said, then grinned when Blaine shot her a less-than-thrilled look.

Jeremiah, of course, was happy to comply. Blaine put his head down on the table and covered his eyes with his arm, which only seemed to amuse everyone more.

It wasn't as embarrassing as it had been sophomore year, though. At least everything had turned out well, even if at the time he'd been convinced that he'd just ruined his love life forever.

And it made a good icebreaker. After that, conversation flowed easily. Yoshiro, Tina, and Jeremiah acted like they'd known each other forever, and Blaine found it easy to fit into their dynamic. Kole didn't say much, but he leaned against Jeremiah's arm and smiled like he was having a good time, even if he didn't make a move to add anything.

"So, can I ask about your hair? And the piercings?" Blaine asked him after they'd been talking for maybe twenty minutes. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything," he said quickly. "I'm just curious about them."

"Why?" Jeremiah asked, nudging Blaine with his elbow. "You thinking of getting something pierced?"

"Oh, definitely not," Blaine said quickly, trying not to make a face at the thought. Not that he had anything against piercings, but on him? No.

Tina actually snorted. "Blaine with piercings? I can't picture it."

"He could pull it off," Jeremiah said with an almost wicked grin.

Tina shook her head. "It wouldn't go with the sexy prep school look."

Jeremiah grabbed Blaine's chin and turned his head to make Blaine turn to him, squinting as he considered Blaine's face. "You're right," Jeremiah laughed as Blaine yanked himself free. "You don't want to mess up a style like that."

By this point, Blaine had half-forgotten about his original question, and wasn't really expecting an answer. Kole had been sitting with his arms tight by his side, but suddenly he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Because I think this style looks more like me," he said, his shoulders bobbing up and down in a small shrug. "Or, it looked more like who I wanted to be."

"Good reason," Yoshiro said.

"I thought so." Kole smiled and leaned back in his chair again. Jeremiah slung his arm over his shoulder, a wide smile on his face.

"What are they doing here?" Tina suddenly asked, looking past Blaine toward the entrance of the shop.

Blaine turned around in his seat. Kitty had just walked through the door, followed shortly by the rest of the club.

"Emergency glee meeting," Blaine said, looking back to Tina. "Didn't Kitty tell you?"

"No," Tina said. And she didn't sound that happy about it.

"Sorry," Blaine said, glancing around the table. "I don't mean to cut our talk short – especially since we've been planning this since last week – but I really need to go join them."

"Guess that means I'm going to," Tina said with a frown.

"There you are," Kitty said, walking toward their table. The rest of the glee club followed her over, everyone staying a couple steps behind her, even Ryder. She was clearly the one in charge here, and it was obvious that the entire glee club knew it. Her eyes flickered around the table. "So these were the friends that you were talking about," she said, an obvious dismissal in her voice, like she couldn't care less about their presence.

"Blaine says that you have to talk about something important?" Jeremiah said. "Do you want us to go?"

"Quite frankly, I really don't care one way or the other," Kitty said, not even bothering to look at them as she grabbed a chair from another table and dragged it next to Blaine's seat.

Yoshiro glanced at Tina, then said, "If Tina's staying for a while, then I'll stay too, if that is alright."
Jeremiah shrugged. "Guess that means that we're staying, too, since we have to give Yoshiro a ride home."

"Whatever." Kitty took her seat, crossing both her legs and her arms and staring around at the rest of the glee club. Everyone else was grabbing chairs from various tables and pulling them over, until they were all gathered in a giant mob. It looked like everyone was there. Ryder was sitting next to Kitty, though she barely seemed to notice that his arm was slung over her shoulders – she seemed like she was too focused on whatever she was planning to pay attention to anything else. Jake was next to Ryder, with Marley and Unique sitting on his other side. Artie had rolled his chair to the center of the group, so that he was surrounded by chairs on all sides. Joe had brought his girlfriend along, and they were sitting behind Artie, looking like they were having a quiet conversation with Sugar, who was next to them. Brittany and Santana were cuddled up next to each other on the far side of the group. Everyone was there. Even-

"Quinn?" Blaine asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

She glanced around the group and squirmed slightly in her chair, but her voice was calm. "Well, this is a meeting for all the New Directions members. And even though I graduated last year, I still think that I have the right to attend."

"Of course you do," Blaine said. "I just didn't think that you'd want to." He didn't mean to glance over at Santana and Brittany while he said that, he really didn't, but he couldn't quite help himself.

Quinn stiffened, but said, "Yes, well, Sam is my friend. I want to be here." She paused a moment, then added, "I called Kurt earlier, by the way. He can't make it tonight. His family is going out somewhere to celebrate. I didn't even get the chance to tell him about the meeting before he hung up on me."

"So Burt's cancer is in remission?" Blaine asked, a genuine grin on his face. He hadn't thought about Burt much over the past few days, but he'd been worried about this appointment, and it was a huge relief to hear that it had been good news.

Quinn nodded, also smiling slightly. "You know that he'd be here if he knew what was going on, right? He's probably going to be upset that he didn't get the chance to help out."

"I know," Blaine assured her.

"If you two are done, I think it's about time that we start," Kitty said, her voice almost snappish.

Jeremiah cleared his throat. "I don't mean to intrude. I mean, I know that I don't know most of you, and I'm not part of the club. But what's this meeting about? You said something about Sam?" he asked, looking at Quinn.

Unsurprisingly, Kitty was the one who answered. She turned to Jeremiah, and she smiled. "Sam is being bullied," she said, "and we are going to completely destroy the person who's behind it."