A/N: So to day I had lots and lots of free time. So I wrote another chapter. It may be sloppy, because I want to post this before I go to bed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Kurt and Rachel would be a couple, and Kurt would be a real gay instead of the televisionized version he is.

I stared in shock at Mercedes. Kurt had told me he'd told Karofsky that we were dating, but I never expected that he had told the lowest people on the food chain. Gossip usually took a few days to reach us, not just a few hours or minutes or however long it had been since Kurt had told Karofsky that we were dating.

Kurt looked panicky, as if he too hadn't expected the news to travel so fast. "Erm…" he said, pausing. "Yeah, um, we are dating, but we tried to keep it secret because…because of what you said about me being gay and her dating Finn. But I thought they weren't dating. She would be in my face about it if they were."

"And I am not dating Finn," I added, glaring at the tall boy. "I was last year, for, like, not even a month. And we're over, and have been for a long while."

Brittany ambled out from the back of the crowd. "Hey, Rach." She smiled, totally ignoring the serious situation.

I was shocked. Brittany looked as if we had never stopped being friends, as if she had never been mean to me. As if she never had betrayed my trust.

"I'm in love with my cat," she said. Of course. "I was thinking you could help me to get him to understand me."

She paused, probably waiting for my reply.

"Go on," I nodded, wondering where this conversation could go.

"Every time I tell him, he just curls up on my lap and falls asleep," said Brittany, completely serious.

I paused, thinking. This was thing I loved about Brittany; her ability to say something totally irrelevant to the conversation at hand, saving me many times from awkward situations and often embarrassing ones too.

"Is he purring when he's asleep?" I asked, an idea crossing my mind.

Brittany nodded. "Really loudly. Like, a, um," she paused, "Puck's truck. You know how raspy and loud it is?"

Puck glared at her from the back of the crowd.

"Well," I smiled, "I think he loves you back. Cats purr when they're happy, and if he's purring really loudly—like Puck's truck—after you tell him you're in love with him, then he must love you back."

"Thanks, Rach!" She hugged me tightly. "I'm really glad we're still friends." Had she forgotten we weren't friends anymore?

"Me too," I said, patting her back, really glad she helped get out of an awkward conversation with the rest of the Glee club.

But as soon as she pulled away, all the suspicious glares were back, along with a couple of amused ones from Mr. Schue and Santana.

"What, Mercedes?" I asked fake curiously, turning back to the topic at hand. "You're upset that I was able to get Kurt as a boyfriend when you couldn't last year?"

Mercedes glared at me, crossing the room to get in my face. Brittany stood beside me, gripping my hand tightly. I was glad for her presence; it reminded me of the times we shared as friends, facing imaginary danger.

Except this time the danger was real.

Mercedes was close enough for me to feel her breath, hot on my face.

"This seems real fishy. You're probably just trying to ruin the Glee club."

She paused, taking in Kurt walking closer to us to stand beside me.

"Again," she spat.

That really hit me hard.

And it made me mad.

"Listen, girl," I growled, my eyes narrowing, nostril flaring, my free hand on my hip, "I have never on purpose tried to destroy Glee club. I've done some bad things that might have been thought of as trying to destroy it, but I would never do anything to hurt this club on purpose. Glee club is the reason I'm not being home schooled. This year was supposed to be my first year, but I didn't because I love Glee club! I begged my dads, and they actually listened to my judgment on school, for once." I paused, taking a shaky breath. "I'm going to go now. I'll just skip Glee practice just for today."

I gently pried Brittany's hand from my own and left the room, grabbing my pink rolling backpack on the way.

As soon as I was out of the room, I raced for the girls' room. No one was in the halls—all the other extra-curricular activities were in the other part of the building. I leaned against the door as soon as I was in the smelly room, letting my tears slide down my face, leaving trails of mascara on my cheeks. No one tried to open the door, and, after a few minutes, I left the door to stare at my reflection.

Mascara streaked down my face, my lip gloss was smeared, my hair mussed. I looked terrible, and Kurt would not hesitate to say so if he was here.

Kurt.

We were…dating.

Sort of.

Everyone else thought we were.

I loved Kurt.

He didn't love me the way I loved him.

The bathroom door opened slowly, and hastily I wiped my face, smearing the trails of makeup, making me look worse. Kurt entered the room, his gaze softening as his eyes met mine.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. "Mercedes can overreact a bit."

I laughed, albeit nervously. "Listen, about that picture you found…"

Kurt turned his head to the side, looking so adorable. "What about it?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I drew that picture and stuck it in your bag during Glee yesterday."

"So you wrote on it?" he asked, something that I couldn't identify sparkling in his eyes.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks darken in a blush. "Kurt, I really, really like you."

So the secret's out! Cliffhanger! Please review!