Chapter 17- Cheaters


Kurt walked into the choir room, all guns blazing.

Ever since Sam had beaten Karofsky up for him, the two had bonded and thus kept contact during his stay at Dalton. The two traded texts, phone calls, Skype calls and met up whenever they could.

He wanted his return to McKinley, despite its brevity, to be filled with happy laments of seeing him again or maybe an impromptu performance of some kind. He hadn't been singing a lot since Dalton. He performed to himself in the practise room as often as he could, but the Dalton set lists were pretty much restricted to Blaine singing and everybody else doo wopping behind him.

But, unfortunately, that was not the reason for his visit.

"K-Kurt?" Will spluttered, completely shocked to see his former countertenor walk straight into the room with a vengeance, apparently.

"Hello, Mr Schuester. I hope you are well. I apologise for not informing you of my visit prior to today, but this is something that I need to do."

Kurt shot Sam a small smile from his seat in the corner of the room. He saw Quinn sitting on Finn's lap, smiling happily at him. It was clear to Kurt that Quinn had no idea about his friendship with Sam and neither did Finn.

"Are you transferring back, Kurt?" Tina asked hopefully.

Kurt shook his head. "Unfortunately, not. Though, if I was, I'm not sure I would return to the Glee Club."

Rachel looked shocked. "What? Kurt, why?" Since the beginning of their truce/friendship thing, Rachel had come to understand Kurt more. She knew that he didn't say things lightly and that he meant every single word.

"Well, Rachel, as much as I love this club, I cannot return to a place that has been filled with maliciousness and mindless adultery."

Everyone leaned in curiously. Quinn and Finn took a breath. Kurt stood right in front of them.

"I hope you know how absolutely livid I am with you two."

Finn acted dumb.

Quinn nodded sadly.

"Don't do that, Fabray. Those eyes do not work on me. I invented that. Let me ask you both something. Have you even apologised?"

"What's going on?" Mike muttered lowly but Kurt heard him.

"Hello, Michael. What's going on is that Toxic Skank Barbie and Frankenstein over here have completely messed with the emotions of my best friend and I will not allow it."

Mercedes frowned. "No, they haven't."

Kurt's eyes darkened. "Oh, please, Mercedes, please do not pretend like we're half as close as we used to be. I was reading through all the texts you sent me while I was at Dalton and—oh wait. There were none, were there? I seem to have fallen out of your mind and disappeared once I was no longer around to hold your hand and be your gay best friend, because that's all I was to you now, wasn't it?"

Tina scowled. She knew how much Kurt hated that.

"That's not true, Kurt! I miss you."

"Okay. But I don't believe you."

"So who is this 'best friend' then?" Mercedes asked.

"Are you all seriously this blind? Never mind. Almost everyone in here is caught up in their own drama to notice much of everyone else's. So let me make this perfectly clear.

"Quinn. Finn. The way you hurt Sam is beyond what I ever expected of both of you. Quinn, you've already done this once. Finn, you've been hurt by this twice! Once by the girl who is currently practically straddling you. I cannot even fathom how you even thought about doing this."

"Kurt, we—," Quinn began.

"Don't even talk about this to me. I'm furious. I can only begin to imagine how Sam feels. Being betrayed by his girlfriend and one of his supposed best friends. You two, I can't even find the words. I know Sam is much too polite to even think about shouting at you so I'm going to do it for him."

Quinn winced. She knew how bad this could get.

"I guess I'll start with you, Finn. Have you no consideration for the lives of other people? Especially your friends. First it was a simple slushy that I took for you without so much as a thank you. Next, it's so many other things that you just don't show appreciation for. Things get handed to you on a plate because you're naturally content with your lackadaisical lifestyle and people take pity on your below average intelligence."

Before Finn could even have the grace to look ashamed, Kurt continued on. "Then, Quinn slept with Puck and got pregnant, saying the baby was yours even though you were still a virgin. She cheated on you and you were disgusted. But you were perfectly content to move on because you also cheated with Rachel."

"What?" Quinn gasped.

"Pipe down, Stretch Marks. I'll get to you.

"Then, Finn, you were dumped by Rachel and realised that you wanted Quinn back once again. Because you couldn't have her. Because she was dating the one person who would treat her right all the time and would love her. So you set up the kissing booth. Don't think I don't know about your whorish way of raising money for Regionals. It's honestly disgraceful. If a girl did that, she would be branded a slut. But yet all the girls here seemed to happily play along. But there was only one that you really wanted. Quinn. So you tried to fool Sam. Your stupid choking story didn't fool him. Of course it didn't, Sam isn't stupid. He played along because he wanted to know how it would unfold. And boy, did it unfold. Thanks to Santana's genius plan to expose you, you were officially caught. You hurt him, badly, and the results are completely unacceptable. You two won't last. You never would. High school politics pushes you together until you realise that Quinn only wants you, Finn, for Prom Queen votes and Finn only wants you, Quinn, because you were unavailable. You love the chase, don't you? And now that have her, you're finding yourself just a little bit bored already. And you've hurt Sam to boot. Congratulations."

Finn looked furious but knew that Kurt was right. Sam was silently crying at how his best friend would go to any lengths to defend him.

"Quinn Fabray," Kurt sneered viciously. "You used to be one of my closest friends. But now you've hurt my best. And that does not sit well with me, as you know. How dare you repeat your foolish actions of sophomore year? After hours of crying with me because you wanted forgiveness and too erase your mistake from the world and do it again? I don't think so. You deserve everything that you get because this was downright malicious. I've always known that you had the capacity to be utterly ruthless, but I thought that it was only when you needed to be. I guess I overestimated you. You're selfish, cruel and I think that you need to step back and take a long, hard look at yourself. Quinn. I know your secret. The one that you try to push away. But it'll always be a huge part of you. You will never be able to escape it. I guess it just proves how weak you are. You couldn't even face up to Sam and admit that you wanted to break up because you were feelings things for Finn. You had to cheat. Sam already had severe trust issues and you know that, everyone knows that. And now? They're more prominent than ever. I hope Sam doesn't mind me saying this, but he was heartbroken when he found out about you. You're a whore, Quinn."

Quinn had retaken her own seat and Finn got up from his.

"What the hell, dude? You have no right to talk to her like that!"

"It's a little late to defend her honour, Finn! Not when she's a righteous skank who hurts everybody she lays her eyes on. I hope you win Prom Queen, Quinn. Because when you do, I'm going to drop a bucket of manure on your beautiful dress and ruin your pictures. And that's the tamest option available. Santana wanted to actually flay you."

Santana nodded unashamedly.

"The only I stopped her is because Sam didn't want that for you. See, even after all of this, he's looking out for you. I hope that, when you finally realise how awesome he was, he's dating someone, just so it hurts you.

"I swear to Gucci, if either of you hurt anyone else in this room, I'm going to come back to McKinley again to make your life a living hell."

Kurt looked around the room. "Sam, I'll come back after school so that I can pick you up, okay? Okay, bye everyone."

Kurt left the room, leaving everyone shocked, impressed and sad.

"I miss him," Brittany whined. "But he's right."

Sam smiled. "I asked him not to do that."

Quinn smiled back. "Thank you, Quinn."

"Oh no, don't take this as me forgiving you. You're still an evil she-demon from the very depths of Hell, but he can be cruel. He's right, but blunt." Sam rolled his eyes and Mr Schuester tuned back in.

"Okay, so Journey songs…"