Chibi-Kari: Hello, all! In celebration of the new Glee tonight I've written a new chapter! I meant to get this up earlier and I had hoped to update some of my other stories (especially Wishes, but I'm all out of inspiration there), but I started looking at Help Feed the Troll (website online if you guys don't know) and nothing got written. It doesn't help that I don't have internet at home right now and am moving next weekend. So I'll probably be swamped to the end of the month! But anyway, here is a chapter. This is coming to the end of the story. It was originally meant to be a one-shot anyway, so I don't really know where to go from here. I don't own because if I did Finn wouldn't be such an idiot and Jesse would still be on the show. And this season would be just as epic as the back episodes of season 1. Feedback keeps me alive! PS this is my first time writing Brittany and I hope I got her right...or as right as anyone can!

Chapter 5

Kurt stood in the front of the music room just staring at his old club. Blaine shifted awkwardly beside him. He closed his eyes tightly and held up a hand when he saw Mercedes start to open her mouth. He couldn't believe what he had heard from the people he had thought of as his only supporters. His only friends for the past year. They had tore Rachel down before, but he thought after listening to Quinn they might take a look at themselves. He should have known that wouldn't be the case. Just a few months ago he probably would have been standing there with them. But that had all changed the moment Rachel had understood him in a way that no one else tried. She was lonely even when she was with Finn and she let him see that. After that moment he couldn't turn a blind eye like everyone else was. He didn't want to anymore.

He had rushed over right after school, glad that Dalton ended almost an hour before McKinley, when his Dad texted him what happened in Figgins' office that morning. He knew Rachel would need him and it didn't hurt that he could have a verbal blowout with Santana. What he didn't expect was to find Quinn ripping into his old team and their unaffected responses.

"I don't even know what to say." He really didn't. It was one of the only moments in his life where he felt completely out of wits. Even when he was afraid to tell his father he was gay or being threatened he didn't feel like this. These were people he thought he knew. People he thought would rally around their teammate.

"Don't act like you didn't say anything mean to her before." Santana snorted before crossing her arms. "You're all holier-than-thou now that you've found your new home at Dalton. How about you take your little boy toy and go back there."

"He looks like a real person to me." Brittany mumbled in the back as Artie tried to quiet her.

Kurt just shook his head. "Why were you all there for me and not Rachel? What's so different about us?"

"It's not the same at all." Mercedes shook her head. "Kurt, you were being bullied for being who you are."

"And you're bullying her for being who she is." Kurt answered softly. Why couldn't they understand.

"No. She's being an annoying little drama queen. We're just pointing that out." Santana leaned back in her chair.

"By calling her names like Ru-Paul and Treasure Trail? Man hands? How do any of those have anything to do with telling her she's a drama queen? How about telling her that even her mother doesn't want her? How is that telling her she's being annoying? That isn't honesty, Santana. What you're doing is taking a pound of flesh with each of those comments and she can't take anymore. There are words for you-for all of you and I won't use them right now. I don't want to say something that I'll want to take back later." Kurt laughed a little sardonically. "Although, I don't think I'd take any of it back."

"S, you can't say any of those things anymore if they're making her lighter. She'll disappear like Keira Knightley!" Brittany's eyes widened as she shook her head slightly in panic.

"That's not what he means." Artie tried to calm her.

"No! It must be! She's gotten thinner since last year! It must be all the names we called her…although Coach may like this weight loss program." She turned to Artie. "Call me names. Then I won't have to drink that stuff Coach gives us anymore. It makes me feel like I'm throwing up babies."

"B-" Santana turned to her.

She shook her head quickly. "I don't like being mean. Thumper's mom always told him if he couldn't say anything nice to not say anything at all. You need to listen to Thumper's mom."

Blaine looked over at Kurt in a slight panic, "Is she okay?"

"Just don't ask." Kurt mumbled. Brittney could always bring a surprised smile to his face, but right now he didn't want to smile. He didn't want any of this to be happening. "I thought you guys would be better than this. I thought you guys understood what it was like to be walked on. And yet you do it to Rachel over and over again. I'm not saying I was any better. Hell, Santana is right I was horrible before." He stopped for a minute. There didn't seem to be any words. "Before I knew her. She's a good person and none of you want to see that."

"Good person? She made out with Puck while we were dating!" Finn burst from the back of the room.

Kurt raised a simple eyebrow. "While you were flirting with Santana? And isn't that the pot calling the kettle black, bro?"

"Pot? What?" Finn mumbled.

"You made out with Rachel while you were dating Quinn. While you thought Quinn was pregnant with your kid. Did you get amnesia?" Kurt had spent so long trying to ignore all the flaws in Finn. He had liked him for so long he was willing to look past those things, but now that he lived with him he could see it all. Finn claimed he never meant to hurt anyone when he did something wrong, but that just didn't seem to add up. He just didn't want to get caught. He had double standards. "I'm not saying Rachel wasn't in the wrong, but I didn't think you guys were actually 'dating' per-say when she did that. If I remember correctly you were fighting and on a bit of a break. You are allowed to sleep with Santana while trying to win Rachel back, but when you're not 100% together she's still expected to wait around for you?"

"She said she loved me!" Finn argued.

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "And you said you loved her."

That effectively shut Finn up.

Kurt scanned the room looking for someone, anyone, to understand. "You all don't realize the shit she's gone through do you?"

"She's fine, Kurt." Tina argued softly. She was beginning to not even believe that statement. "She would tell us if she wasn't."

"Would she really? It seems like the opposite to me. She get's quiet when she's hurt. But what would I know? I mean I'm only her friend. You guys are her current teammates and you seem to think you know her better than me." He grabbed his phone as he felt it vibrate. He had better places to be than talking to this brick wall. "I guess I expected something I should've known wasn't there."

"What?" Mercedes asked quietly.

"Compassion." Kurt closed his phone and turned to Blaine. "Let's go. I want to introduce you to my best friend."

They had barely made it five steps when the sound of hurried steps rang out behind them. Kurt imagined it was Mercedes coming to her senses or maybe Tina. It had always been the three of them against the world. He almost came to a complete stop when an arm linked with his and Brittany fell into step next to him.

"I wanna go see Rachel, too."

"Brittany, this doesn't have anything to do with Bambi." Kurt didn't know if Brittany was the best person to come along with them. She had said her fair share of mean things to Rachel and he didn't think she'd fully grip what was going on. It wouldn't do any good for Brittany to say something unintentional and make things worse.

Brittany seemed to choose her words carefully. "I'm not stupid, Kurt. I know she's sad. I'm good at cheering. That's why I'm a Cheerio."

Kurt could only nod slightly as he caught Blaine's look of disbelief. Not knowing Brittany and hearing half the things that came out of her mouth would be a shock to anyone.

The rest of the walk to the football field was quiet and Kurt tried to ignore the snow seeping into his new boots. He needed to be there and he wasn't going to hesitate.