Hello, my lovely readers! I apologize for such a long distance between updates, things have been hectic around here (as I'm sure you are all aware that life sometimes doesn't allow enough time to do things such as write), but I can promise you that my hopes and love for this story are not ending. There's PLENTY more I have planned for this story, and I'm sure you all are anxious to see how all of this will play out, but I can assure you that the end is no where near close to being over.

As far as this chapter goes, this covers most of I Kissed a Girl, save for the group number and Santana coming out to her grandmother and parents. That's going to happen in the next chapter. This one goes through a lot of POVS, changing back and fourth, but each one is in bold and separated and I needed more than one POV to fill what's going on in this chapter. So, I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter that, I hope, will be up soon!

Love you all, and stay brave guys. ~BraveGirl13

Ch:7

Logan

I let out a sigh as I leaned against the entrance to the boy's locker room, nursing one Lima Bean special in one hand as I waited patiently for the sounds of guys laughing and making annoying sounds with their armpits to cease, keeping my goal in mind as I got yet another whiff of sweaty football player BO.

Once again, if there was any doubt in my mind that I wasn't gay, let this exact moment be my epiphany.

Eventually, after what seemed like ages, the boys began to file out of the locker room, some having enough decency to smile politely, like Mike. Of course, Puck wolf-whistled as he walked past me, earning a middle finger that only made the boy laugh as he continued on down the hall. Lastly, the doofus I had been waiting for finally stumbled out, giving me a confused look as I grabbed him by his shirt and began to drag him down the hallway.

"Whoa, where are we going? I have to go to a meeting in a few minutes. Are you kidnapping me because of what happened with Santana yesterday? Because I swear I didn't know that guy was going to make that commercial and I was just trying to get her to stop being so mean to everyone and please don't kill me."

Rolling my eyes, I stopped a few feet down the hall from where Principal Figgins' office was located, turning to look at the flustered boy who was now shuffling from one foot to the other nervously. "Relax, Finn. I'm not going to kill you, but I am going to tell what's going to happen when you go into that meeting in a few minutes with Santana and Figgins. Here's what you will say. You're going to say that it was all just a little friendly competition, part of the act. Call it whatever you like, but you're going to deny that she hit you."

"What?! But she slapped me! Hard!"

"And you deserved it! No one deserves to be outed Finn! Especially not through a commercial and not because you blurted it out in front of God and everyone else! Coming out should be something someone wants to do, and they should do it when they're ready. So, listen and listen closely, you're going to propose to Santana to come back to Glee and we're all going to help her through this. I don't care that she is the competition, she's still our friend. You'll get her to agree, understand? Because I'll be damned if I have to go through losing someone again because of someone else's ignorance and you sure as hell can bet I won't be the same person who didn't do a damn thing about it."

The boy nodded vigorously, the fear evident in his eyes. Thank god that even after my attack I was still able to impose some fear into people. I wasn't one for violence, but no one can be blamed for the affairs of the heart and the consequences thereof. "Okay, but what if she doesn't want to?"

"Beg, plead, threaten to tell Figgins the truth and get her expelled, I don't care, just make sure she's in the choir room this afternoon. Got it? If you fail to do so, I will make your life a living hell, Hudson. Meet me in the auditorium after your meeting is over. Understood?"

Once he nodded again, I finally let him go, watching as he scurried away from me and into Figgins' office, my eyes following his every movement until he disappeared inside. I prayed that the boy followed my orders, because I really didn't want to make his life hell, but what was I supposed to do? I loved Santana, and even though I was slowly getting over the fact that nothing was ever going to happen between us, I would probably always love the girl.

"Hey, stranger. I heard you took my advice and joined my team."

I turned towards the voice, smiling slightly as Skylar walked up next to me. "Hey, Skylar. I think I actually owe you a thank you for that. Whatever you told coach about me must have been pretty damn good. I could hardly get my greeting out before she handed me my jersey."

The blonde chuckled lightly, shrugging one shoulder. "I just told her the truth. That I knew you were a pretty damn good softball player and told her you were worth a google. But my intuition is almost always right. Especially about people."

"And it's telling you is that I'm a great softball player?"

For a split second, something sparkled in the blonde's green eyes. "No, that's not all it has told me about you, Mackenzie. Usually it just confirms that what I want, I get."

Before I could question what that meant, or question the sparkle in her eyes, someone else was calling my name and I turned to see a certain Latina cheerleader walking towards us.

"I guess that's my que to head out of here. I'll catch you at practice later?"

Nodding, I waited until the blonde had disappeared around the corner before turning my attention to Santana, who honestly looked like crap. Even though I knew she had put on the tough front, and was sporting her usual "don't fuck with me" scowl, I saw past it. I saw the hurt, and the tiredness in her eyes and the uncertainty. I saw a broken girl who needed a friend.

"Hey, Lopez. How are you holding up?"

The girls face paled slightly as she stopped in front of me. "You heard?"

Nodding, I simply wrapped my arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. "I heard."

"Wait, you heard it about it all? All that Finn said?"

Pulling back slightly, I kept my hands on her arms, raising an eyebrow. "All that Finn said? What else did he say besides outing you to everyone?"

Relief flooded her features, but before I could ask, the girl had already returned my hug from a few minutes ago, her chin resting on my shoulder. "Thank you for keeping your promise about being here for this. It means a lot to me."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

After a few minutes, I pulled away again, realizing that hugging for this long was probably not a just friends kind of thing. "Alright, well, I should be going. I have some things to take care of before class starts."

"And I have to go sit through this damn meeting with Figgins' about slapping the confused look off Frankenteen's face. Wish me luck."

She started to walk off, but before she could get very far, I reached out, grabbing her hand. "Hey, listen, whatever happens in there, I'm still on your side, okay?"

The girl smiled, nodding and squeezing my hand before making her way into the office, leaving me standing in the exact same spot with, what I'm sure was a dopey smile on my face that never failed to make an appearance after being in the girl's presence.

Eventually, I managed to pull myself together long enough to remember that I had things that needed to be taken care of, and I let out a huff of air before hurrying off to try and figure out the last few things that this glee thing needed for us to pull it off.

Finn

"I'm suspending you and this Snixx two weeks. No argument."

Oh god. Suspended?! Logan is going to kill me if I don't fix this now and I've seen what that girl can do to people. That cheerleader from last year? Her nose was crooked forever after her fight with Logan. No way in hell was I getting on her bad side more than I already was.

During my mini panic of dealing with Logan's wrath, I completely managed to zone out of the conversation and before I could stop myself, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind with what Logan had said earlier. "She didn't slap me."

Everyone was giving me confused looks, and I nodded quickly, continuing on to see if I could fix this. "I know it looked and sounded like she did, but she actually didn't."

Shit, was is it called when you pretend to slap someone on stage?! Logan didn't tell me that! In an effort to keep this going, I turned towards Shelby, "What is it called in a play or movie when you pretend to hit someone, but you don't?"

The woman raised an eyebrow, looking a lot like Rachel did when I would zone out while we were dating, and I would stop listening to her talk. "A stage slap?"

"It was a stage slap! That's what it was."

"What's your angle here Finn? The truth."

Shrugging, I gulped slightly, time to bring it home and save my ass from Logan. "If she didn't actually hit me, then you can't suspend her right? No. Then that's what happened."

Santana

"I'm a mischievous bitch, but I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell this is about."

The beached whale shrugged, looking around the hallway quickly before settling his attention on me. "Well, I want Sectionals to be a fair fight. And that can't happen without you on the Trouble Tones."

"Well, actually, it would be a fair fight with me off the team."

The boy continued on as if he didn't hear me, "And I also kinda feel bad for you. Look, I know we've been at each other a lot over these past couple of years, but the truth is I think you're awesome. And when you hide who you are, I feel like you hide part of that awesomeness with it. And that's why you act out because you hurt inside every day."

Raising an eyebrow, I crossed my arms over my chest, something clicking in the back of my mind that he had an ulterior motive for saving my ass back there in the office. "That's sweet, but if you think that in exchange for keeping me from getting suspened, I'm gonna come-."

"Back to the glee club? Exactly. You and all the Trouble Tones. I, uh, have an idea for a lesson, but it won't work out if you're not there."

And there it is, everyone. He may sound like he cares, but I know the only reason why he's doing this is because it really would be too easy to win at Sectionals if I wasn't on the Trouble Tones. This reeks of Mr. Shue and his golden boy's stench of terrible idealism. "Did Ms. Corcoran and Mr. Shue already agree to this?"

The jolly green giant (that one's a classic: never fails to make everyone laugh) let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Look, it's up to you. Either you can come back to the choir room and embrace your awesome or take a two-week vacation and enjoy your seat in the audience for Sectionals."

Rachel

"I still can't believe you managed to do all of this."

My sister shrugged, sliding the piano over a few more inches before glancing around the room. "I would have killed for this kind of support when I came out. Besides, it's the least any of us can do. She's our friend."

I smiled slightly, taking my seat in the front row and raising an eyebrow. "Just a friend?"

Logan let out a sigh, rubbing her hand over her face. "Okay, fine. I admit it. I'm not doing this as just her friend, okay? I'm doing this because the last time this happened to a girl that I loved, she ended up dying and I'm not about to let that happen this time."

"Logan…"

"It doesn't matter anyway. She's never gonna know it was me who organized this whole thing anyway, so to her, I'm still just a friend and I've accepted that and I'm trying to move on. Like you suggested."

Frowning, I sat up straighter in my chair. "Wait, what do you mean she doesn't know it was you who organized this week's lesson? Who does she think did it?"

My sister let out another sigh, grabbing her bag and dropping it in the chair next to me. "I may or may not have threatened Finn to say that Santana didn't slap him and have him get Santana to come back to glee this week for this lesson, and I also had Finn persuade Mr. Shue and Shelby to do this as well."

Okay, I knew that Logan had feelings for Santana, and it didn't come as a shock that she just admitted to me that she loved her, but this was a whole new level for Logan. Then again, she never has dealt with what happened to Nicole face on, and I feel like her doing this and not letting Santana know it was her, is her way of dealing with it.

"I'm proud of you, Logan. I hope you know that."

My sister smiled sadly at me before taking her seat next to me as the final bell rang and the halls began to fill with the chatter of students and teachers alike. Within a few minutes, most of the glee club members began to file in, including the Trouble Tones and I could feel Logan visibly breath a sigh of relief that she had managed to pull this off so far.

I, however, was slowly coming to realize that with this week's lesson means having to sit through the entirety of glee club with Shelby. After finally talking it out with Logan and Quinn, I managed to sit through at least one lunch period of Shelby apologizing for her actions regarding us and our non-existent relationship. Call me whatever you may, but part of me was believing that maybe Shelby actually meant it this time. Maybe she was sorry for what had happened between us, and maybe she did want to start over, and she had put the ball in my court and I was currently straddling the fence between yes and no.

Thankfully, Finn was already standing up in front of the two clubs, and I glanced around to see that I had managed to zone out while everyone else had entered the room. Logan was still sitting next to me, glancing over at Santana once every few seconds nervously. I carefully took of my sister's hands into mine, earning a small smile from the blonde as she relaxed slightly in her seat.

"Can someone tell us what's going on, please?"

Finn awkwardly shuffled to the white board and scribbled something down on the board. "This week, the Trouble Tones and New Directions will both be singing music created by ladies and for ladies."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan literally face palm herself. Leave it to Finn to make this out to be some kind of reference to lesbians.

"Oh, hell no."

Finn ignored Santana, glancing over towards us, my sister motioning to Finn to continue on with what I assume was a practiced speech that she had wrote for him. "Next week, all of us will be going to Sectionals, and one of us is probably going to win. But, Santana, we're worried about you."

There was a scoff from the back of the room. "Worry about yourself, fetus face."

"Glee is about learning to accept yourself for who you are, no matter what other people think. And that's what this music is all about."

Santana slowly raised her hand, the look on her face priceless as she glared at Finn. "So, wait, I don't even get a say in this? Not cool."

"Everybody in this room knows about you, Santana. And we don't judge you for it. We celebrate it because it's who you are. Look, I know not everybody outside of this room is as accepting and cool, but we're doing this assignment this week so that you know in this rotten, stinking mean world that you at least have a group of people who will support your choice to be whoever you want to be. That's it. That's what we're doing here. Blaine? Kurt?"

The two boys shuffled to the piano, where they launched into an "I understand what you're going through" speech and then pulled off a successful rendition of Perfect that even I had to admit was emotional, and I could see Santana visibly see that everyone here was just trying to help her. You could tell from the look in her eyes that she was trying to fight back the tears and fear that came with this situation. And almost as instantly as I saw those few seconds of emotion from the girl, it was gone, replaced with her hardened walls that were always up.

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, guys. Thank you, Finn, especially. You know, with all the horrible crap I've been through in my life, now I get to add that."

Santana

I would be lying if I said that most of this week has been awful, and we're only on day two. There's only a few more days before the commercial airs, and I appreciate what the glee club is doing, I really do, but what can I say? Old habits die hard.

Sure, Kurt knows what it's like to be gay and come out and take it hard from all the jerks in this school, but he doesn't understand anything about me. None of them do, and I've had almost every single member of both clubs come up to me and tell me how deeply sorry they are for what I'm going through. Everyone except Rach, Q and Logan: probably the one person I thought would be there more than the others. And all I had received from the girl since last week was the occasional smile in the hall or the polite reply when I would greet her during the classes we shared together.

It's bullshit.

"You think this is hard?! Try running through a field of burning coals while carrying a foreign correspondent on your back, that is hard! Get off my field and shower, you bunch of sloppy babies!"

With a sigh, I slowed myself from the numerous laps Sue had been making us run during practice, and as I was on the opposite end of the track, I started off towards the building before getting distracted by the recognizable sound of someone's laughter and a coach shouting that practice was over from the field to the right of the track.

Sure enough, there off in the center of the softball field was the girl who occupied a lot of my thoughts, laughing with a certain green-eyed softball player that I would like to slap the shit out of, and as said blonde reached out to pull Logan into a seemingly more than friendly hug before separating to enter through the side of the school where most of the cheerios were disappearing into as well.

Feeling the heat rise through me, I jogged up to the school, purposefully making sure I knocked into the blonde softball player with my shoulder, almost sending the girl falling to the ground. I watched, amused, as a few of her other softball buddies helped her regain her balance before she sent a glare my way, telling the others that she would be inside soon.

"What the hell is your problem, Lopez?"

I shrugged, leaning against the door frame that led to the girl's locker room. "You are my problem, actually. You need to back off Logan, got it, batter girl? Because, even though I hate to admit it, your face is too pretty to mess up."

The green-eyed girl rolled her eyes, reaching around me to close the door. "Listen, Santana, I get that you like Logan. It's painfully obvious to everyone except her, but you're not the only one interested in her. And from what I've been told, at least I'm not afraid to admit that to her instead of hiding it away and pretending my feelings, and her, doesn't exist. So, before you go on and try to be the jealous wannabe girlfriend, take a look in the mirror first. Logan doesn't deserve to be treated like that. Don't throw around empty threats, Lopez. Not unless you're prepared to act on them."

With a scoff, I placed my hand around the girl, successfully pushing myself closer to the girl. "You may think that you know Logan, but you know nothing about her. And I can promise you that none of my threats are empty. I mean every word of them."

Without letting the girl slip another word in, I opened the door and disappeared into the locker room, smiling slightly when most of the either darted out of my way or give me the usual look of fear.

Yeah, I still got it.

Santana

"What do you think of this week's assignment?"

The sudden sound of a voice caused me to jump slightly, and after sending a glare to the girl who had caused the mini heart attack, I shrugged slightly, going back to rummage through my locker. "I don't know. It's like Finn is forcing me out of the flannel closet."

Logan frowned, leaning against the locker next to mine. "No, Salzar's ad is going to run, and that's what is forcing you to deal with this."

I let out a sigh, shutting my locker harder than necessary. "Why is it so important to all of you for me to do this?"

For a few seconds, I saw something flash through the girl's eyes, something akin to pain and fear. "Because I'm worried about you, Santana. We all are. I know first hand what it's like to lose someone because of something like this. I don't want to lose anyone else that I care about, and just last week some kid who made an "It Gets Better" video killed himself. I don't want that to be you."

I would be lying if I said my heart didn't stop momentarily at the look in this girl's eyes. It was so heartbreaking and full of protectiveness, something that I never thought someone could feel when looking at me or about me…something I never thought I would be deserving of. And Logan was definitely someone I didn't deserve.

After mentally shaking myself from my thoughts, I shrugged again, distracting myself with sorting a few papers in my binder. "Well, thanks, but that's never going to happen. I would miss myself too much."

"Nicole said the same thing. She told me she was strong enough to handle it, and I believed her. I never did anything about it, and I basically forced those pills down her throat. I care about you, Santana and that means something to me. You mean something to me."

Logan

Taking a deep breath, I took a seat at the piano, my fingers testing out a few chords before I began to play the familiar tune. I had perfected it years ago, after Nicole's death, to help try and regain some normalcy. It was the first song I played following my seven-month absence from anything that reminded me of my life before everything went down.

I glanced up from the piano keys, my eyes locking with a certain brunette sitting in the front row. "I come home in the morning light, my mother says when you gonna live your life right? Oh, mama dear, we're not the fortunate ones and girls they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have fun."

The usually upbeat song had long been turned into a slow acoustic version, one that I was gladly singing the get my point across to the girl that we were all in this for the long run, together.

"The phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells whatcha' gonna do with your life? Oh, Daddy dear, you know you're still number one, but girl,s they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have, that's all they really want…is some fun. When the work and day is done, oh girls, they wanna have fun. Girls just wanna have fun."

Rachel slid into the piano seat next to me, taking over playing the slow piano tune as I stood up and made my way over towards Santana, smiling softly. "Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world, but I wanna be the one to walk in the sun, and girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have, that's all they really want, is some fun. When the work is day and done, oh girls, they wanna have fun."

I slowly bent down to Santana's eye level, noticing a few tears welling up in her eyes, taking the girls hands into my own. "That's all they really want, is some fun. Oh, those girls, they just wanna have fun."

As the last note from the piano rang throughout the room, I stood from my crouch, still holding onto Santana's hands as tears slowly made their way down her cheeks. "We're here for you, Santana. We all love you."

The Latina nodded a few times before launching herself from her seat and throwing her arms around my neck, quietly mumbling out a thank you as I returned the hug just as tight, slowly rubbing circles on the girl's back and smiling as the rest of the New Directions and Trouble Tones all gathered around us to form one huge group hug, a group hug that had all of us laughing by the time it ended.

For a few seconds, it was as if the glee club hadn't been split into to rivaling teams. We were, and always would be, a family. A family that protects and loves and perceivers through anything that life would throw at us.