Alright, guys. As promised, here is the next chapter. This one kinda goes between a few POVs, but I felt it necessary. The next chapter will include the glee clubs combining for the "I Kissed a Girl" episode, so stay tuned for that! Let me know what you guys think! Review and stay brave, you wonderful people.

~BraveGirl13

Ch:6

Rachel

"Are you sure this is safe?"

Finn let out a sigh, halting in his stretching before turning to look at me. "It's dodgeball, Rachel. It's not like we're throwing huge chunks of metal at each other. It's just a little friendly competition. Plus, I just really want to beat Santana."

Rolling my eyes, I watched as the overly-large boy went back to stretching and glaring at the Trouble Tones who were doing the same on the other side of the gym, Santana only fueling the fire as she sent one of her signature smirks towards him.

I let out a huff, walking over towards my sister, who had opted to not take part in the game and instead sit on the sidelines, a half-eaten apple in one hand and a book in the other. "Can you believe this? It's like some barbaric excuse to insert dominance. I never understood the needless point to play this game. In fact, I wrote a few choice letters to the school board politely asking them to take dodgeball out of physical education class."

The blonde glanced up from her book, raising an eyebrow. "Letters? You wrote more than one?"

"That's not the point, Logan! This glee club, my glee club is behaving like a bunch of five-year-old's arguing over a piece of candy! And why aren't you trying to put a stop to this?"

Logan chuckled before pointing over towards the Trouble Tones side of the gym. "Have you forgotten who is in the Trouble Tones? I tried to talk Santana out of this since Finn called the stupid match earlier today, but she's impossible to talk to when she has her mind set to something. You should know this by now."

The sound of a whistle blowing forced everyone's attention over to Finn, who was standing in the middle of the gym with one rubber ball under his arm. "Alright, you guys! Let's get this game started!"

With a small groan, I ventured away from my sister and took my place next to Quinn as everyone else took their own positions around us. And as soon as Finn blew the whistle again, signaling the start of the game, I knew I would be writing another letter to the school board in an attempt to have them take dodgeball out of the curriculum. One by one, each New Directions member threw and was hit with a rubber ball, myself included, until Finn and Rory were the only ones left standing. Judging by the way Santana knowingly smirked as she rounded them much like a lion does with their prey, all the while tossing a ball between each hand, I knew we had lost. Not that it surprised me. Logan had been right about Santana when she had her mind set to something, and she was out for blood.

However, as soon as she managed to knock Finn out of the game, they all began to gang up on Rory, most of the Trouble Tones hitting him harder than necessary with each ball until the boy was literally cowering on the gym floor. Logan and Kurt beat us at speaking up, my sister shouting profanities as Kurt and I helped the boy up, the other body handing him a tissue for his now bloody nose.

"What the hell, guys?! You won, congratulations, but you don't have to be such dicks about it! Look at him! He's got a bloody nose for god's sake! What is your problem?!"

After gaining a few guilty looks from the opposing team, I watched as my sister and Kurt sat Rory down and begin to help try and clean up the blood still pouring from his nose.

I chanced a glance over the girl's team, not at all surprised to see them scowling at us before they began to exit the gym, Santana lingering behind, still looking guilty before she eventually disappeared behind the gym doors.

I wasn't aware of a presence behind me until I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped slightly until Finn gave me one of this constipated looks. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you there. Are you okay?"

Nodding, I returned my attention back the gym doors where the Trouble Tones has just left through. "I'm fine. I'm just surprised that they would stoop to that kind of level after everything we've all been through. I had thought Santana was going to be a better person this year. I guess she's just still so angry at everybody and everything."

From out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finn nod before frowning. "Don't worry about Santana, okay? I'll take care of her."

Although the statement confused me, I simply nodding before walking back towards my sister, who was still tending to Rory's bleeding nose on the bleachers. "Hey, is he going to be okay? He's not hurt too bad, right?"

Rory gave me a thumb up and a smile, which I took as a good sign as my sister stood up, shaking her head. "I can't believe they would do something like this. After everything that happened? After everything Santana and I went through after my attack last year?"

Placing my hand on my sister's shoulder, I gave her a small smile. "Everyone makes mistakes, Logan. You know that more than anyone."

"I know. I just don't understand her sometimes."

Nodding slightly, and after making sure Rory was okay, we all dispersed, myself and Logan being the last to exit the gym. "So, you said you had some news to share earlier before the dodgeball match?"

Logan nodded enthusiastically, reaching around to her bag before pulling something out and tossing it to me. Slightly confused, I unfolded the piece of fabric, noticing it was a McKinley High jersey with the number thirteen printed on it. "Okay, why do you have a jersey?"

"Well, you're looking at the new left fielder for the girls' softball team."

I let out a squeal, wrapping my arms around my sister in a tight hug. "Are you serious?! That's so exciting! When did this happen?!"

The blonde shrugged, taking the jersey back and replacing it in her bag. "I talked to the coach before the dodgeball game. Apparently, she had been expecting me to come and speak to her, my guess is because Skylar told her about me, and she said she did a little research about me playing back in Chicago and had my jersey and the practice schedule waiting on me."

"And have you seen Skylar since accepting?"

Logan shook her head, slinging her bag back over her shoulder. "No, I haven't, but she'll probably know Thursday seeing as it's our first practice and, by the way, the first playoff game is Saturday here at McKinley. I'm inviting the whole glee club, and the Trouble Tones and my moms are pretty excited about it."

I could imagine my aunts being excited about Logan playing again. After her attack, they were so worried that she wouldn't be able to do a lot of the things she loved to do, like boxing and playing. I'm sure hearing she was thinking about playing was a breath of relief for them. I know it was for me.

Slowly and surely, I was starting to see the old Logan shine through again.

Santana

Squaring my shoulders, I made my way down the hall, towards the jolly green giant himself, smirking slightly as the other students darted out of my way. Had it not been the fact that Logan kept me up for an hour lecturing me for the dodgeball game and taunting Finn, I wouldn't even be doing this, but what can I do? If I don't apologize, then there's no way in hell that Logan will even look my way anymore. And even though we're apparently supposed to be just friends this year, I'm not expecting how I feel about her to go away. Not with everything that happened last year.

"Hey Tubs! Can I talk to you for a second?"

Both Irish and Finn turned towards me, Finn sporting his signature constipated look of confusion while Rory looked slightly terrified, but still pointed a finger at me. "Hey, listen here. You can't make fun of Finn anymore."

"Shut your potato hole, I'm here to apologize. I haven't been fair to you. You're not fat. I should know, I slept with you. I mean, at some point I must have liked that you look like a taco addict who's had one too many back alley liposuctions."

Irish stared at me wide eyed, letting out a quiet "whoa" before backing up slightly, causing me to send him a glare. "Please stick a sock in it or ship yourself back to Scotland. I'm trying to apologize to Lumps the Clown. I am sorry, Finn. I mean, really, I'm sorry that the New Directions are gonna get crushed by the Trouble Tones. And also, sorry that you have no talent. Sorry that you sing like you're getting your prostate checked, and you dance like you've been asleep for years and someone just woke you up. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a winning performance to rehearse, and the smell of your Pillsbury Dough Boy body is nauseating. It's like being slapped with the stench of BO and powdered sugar, although, you know what? I would just watch out for Rachel come holiday time if I were you, because if I were her, I'd stick a stent in one of those boobs and let the Finn blubber light the Hanukkah lamp for eight magical nights."

Once I was sure Finn was sporting a more confused look now than ever, I waved a few fingers at the two before spinning on my heel and sauntering on down the hall, barely able to contain my smile until Finn's voice caused me to halt and turn back towards him.

"Hey, Santana! Why don't you just come out of the closet? You know, I think I know why you're so good at tearing everybody else down. It's because you're constantly tearing yourself down, because you can't admit to everybody that you're in love with Logan and she might not love you back after what you did last year. That must hurt, not be able to admit to everyone how you really feel. You know what I think you are? A coward. See you at the mash off."

Those few students who had lingered behind while I was apologizing to Finn were now staring open-mouthed at me, overhearing the freakishly tall football player's announcement. I stood frozen in my spot, watching as Finn glared at me before walking away from the scene, leaving me to hear the not-so-loud whispers and snickers coming from all directions around me.

This was it. Everyone was going to know about me now.

How long before everyone started to treat me like they did Kurt? Before I was shoved into lockers and dumpsters? Before the stares and whispers would become too much and I went insane? How long before it spread around to my parents? Or Logan?

Everything is ruined.

Finn was right…I'm a coward…and I deserved this.

Logan

"Settle down, guys. They're about to start."

I watched as Mr. Shue sat down next to Shelby, pointedly looking at Puck before the house lights dimmed and the Trouble Tones took the stage, Adele's Rumor Has It blaring from the auditorium's sound system.

I had to admit it, the Trouble Tones were really good. We definitely had some competition with themfor Sectionals, but something was off with the performance. Mercedes was putting it all in, but Santana, on the other hand, seemed distracted. She kept glancing from the other girls to the audience, specifically where Finn was sitting a few seats down from me, the look on her face being somewhat caught between pissed and upset. It was definitely not a look that Santana usually sported.

Leaning over the armrest, I tapped Quinn on the shoulder, forcing her attention from the stage to me. "What?"

"Have you noticed something is up with Santana? She seems kinda…"

"Distracted?"

Nodding, both the blonde and I returned our attention back to the stage upon hearing the music switch to Someone Like You and Santana take the lead. Once again, she seemed distracted from the performance, only this time she managed to make eye contact with me and hold it as she sang her verse, the sadness evident in her voice until she rejoined the group for the chorus.

"Yeah, something is definitely going on with her. You know what it is?"

Quinn shook her head, whispering about asking Rachel before leaning over towards my sister and after a few seconds she gave me a shrug. I guess Rach didn't know anything either.

After the third time of Santana eyeing Finn, I leaned forward in my seat, snapping my fingers to get the boy's attention, thankful that we were far enough away from Mr. Shue and Shelby. "Hey, Finn! Did you do something to piss Santana off?"

The boy shrugged, shaking his head as the group sang their last few notes. "Not that I know of. I mean, we had an argument earlier in the hallway, but all she did was insult me and then we went to class."

Frowning, I watched the boy for a few seconds, attempting to gage if there was more. By the way he squirmed for a few seconds, my guess was proven, but before I could ask him more questions there was a collective hush around the auditorium as the center of our conversation was now standing in front of Finn, glaring at him with such force that I actually felt kind of sorry for him. Whatever he had done, he was going to regret it. "What did you just say to her?"

Finn held up his hands, his eyes wide. "I was just answering a question."

"No, you're lying!"

Upon hearing the girl's voice waver slightly, I noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. "Santana, he's not lying. He was just answering my question."

The Latina glanced over at me, the sight of her looking so distraught causing my heart to ache slightly before she turned her attention back to Finn. "You told her too, didn't you?"

From behind me, I heard some rustling before I heard Mr. Shue's voice. "Santana."

"Everyone's gonna know now, because of you!"

Finn finally lost his scared face, sitting forward slightly as he returned the glare she was giving him. "The whole school already knows! And you know what? They don't care!"

If I thought that the girl was pissed before, the look she was giving Finn now was enough to make even me cringe. What the hell was going on? "Not just the school, you idiot. Everyone!"

"What are you talking abo..."

Before Finn could get the question out, Santana's hand had already made contact with his face, and everyone was now staring wide-eyed at the two, confused about what had just happened.

Quinn stood up, grabbing Santana by the upper arm and dragging her out of the auditorium, the girl shouting in Spanish at the still stunned boy sitting in his seat, Mr. Shue and Shelby following them.

"Finn? What was that about?"

The boy shrugged, rubbing the side of his face as she stared out at the still full stage. "I…I'm not sure what she meant about everyone. The school knows now, yeah, because when we were arguing I might have mentioned it out loud, but like I said, they don't care, but still. Why did I get slapped?"

Something in my mind put all the puzzle pieces together, and I stood up from my seat, taking a deep breath before standing in front of the boy.

"Knows about what, Finn?"

The boy glanced up at me, a confused look on his face. "About Santana being gay."

The collective gasp that was heard around the auditorium was deafening as I glared down at the boy, feeling the anger bubbling inside of me. "You outed Santana?!"

My sister stood up, grabbing my arm. "Logan, calm down. The poor boy has already been slapped and if you get expelled for beating him up, you won't be able to help Santana."

Shrugging her arm off, I bent down to the boy's level, placing each hand on either side of him. "Listen, Hudson. Whatever high and mighty pedestal you're sitting on is about to be shattered. There is no excuse good enough on heaven or earth that can defend what you did. Outing someone is wrong and offensive, and you deserved the slap you got. Honestly, if it had been me, I would have beaten the living crap out of you. Now, I'm sure this is going to get around to Principal Figgins, and when it does, you're going to tell him that it was an accident, a stage slap and it was all just a part of the competition. Got it? And then, you're going to tell Santana that you're sorry for outing her and that you're such an idiot. It's about time that McKinley gets a lesson in what exactly acceptance is. Do. You. Understand?"

The boy nodded frantically, and as I pulled back up and gathered my belongings, promising to meet Rachel at home, I exited the auditorium, making my way towards the girls' locker room. I was thankful that they had installed a punching bag, because punching it was my only other option if I wasn't going to beat up Finn. But Rachel had been right. I promised Santana that when the time came I would help her with coming out, and, although it may not be how either of us expected it to happen, I was keeping my promise. And I would be of no use to Santana if I was suspended for beating the boy up.

Thankfully I was already planning on taking a few laps around the track, and was dressed accordingly, so after blaring some music through my headphones and imagining the bag was Finn's face, I let myself get lost in my punches.

I was punching for Santana, and what she was going through and what she was about to go through. I was punching for myself, because I couldn't prevent this from happening to one of my friends. I was punching the kids who were too afraid to come out…and I was punching for Nicole, because she killed herself because she couldn't handle the pressure of what being out meant…because I had failed in everything that I promised myself I would fight for.

I wasn't lying when I said McKinley needed a lesson in acceptance, and as an idea popped into my head as a certain song started playing, I let out a sigh, hoping I could convince Mr. Shue and Shelby to go with it.