Finding Brittany crying in the boys' bathroom was a strange and unnerving predicament. Stepping up to her cautiously, Kurt held out his hand.

"Britt? What's wrong?"

Brittany just kept crying.

"Brittany, please."

She stared up at him, eyes watery. "Huh?"

"What happened?" Brittany sniffled.

"I don't r-remember…" she moaned.

"That's okay," he whispered, kneeling on the grimy floor, pushing the thought of the gross away almost physically as he wrapped his arms around her. "That's okay…"

She started to rock, and he moved with her, murmuring quietly to her. When she had calmed, it was rather sudden. She stopped moving, sniffled a final time, then wiped her eyes and smiled up at him.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Feel better?"

"Yeah," she answered with a nod.

"Remember what happened?"

"No…" she said with a frown.

"That's okay. It's almost time for Glee, are you excited?"

"Yeah! I asked Santana to—" She stopped as her eyes watered again.

"Asked Santana what?"

Brittany sniffed again. "I asked her to help me with a song, but she didn't want to sing with me. And then one of the boys on the hockey team called me a name, and she didn't even say anything."

"What did he call you?"

"A slut. And another boy called me a dyke. And Santana just stood there." Brittany was starting to cry again. "When I said I wasn't, she said…she said…" Kurt hugged her again.

"Oh, Britt. It's gonna be okay."

"No it's not! Kurt, I'm a slut and a dyke! What am I supposed to do?"

"No you aren't, Brittany."

"Santana said I was!"

Kurt didn't know what to do. He had seen the way the girls linked pinkies in the halls. He'd seen how Brittany always turned to Santana for direction. He'd come to recognize the look in the blonde's eyes as similar to the one in his own when directed at Finn sometimes (though he was coming to be over it, because really, that boy was just too dumb sometimes…). And he knew that if Finn had ever said something like that, had called him a slut or a fag, it would hurt so badly that he would have been found sobbing in the bathroom, too.

He kissed her forehead. "Santana is a bitch, sweetie."

"No she isn't! She just wants to be honest with people, to not have to hold back how she feels! When she says something she means it, and she thinks I'm a slut!" Now she was crying in earnest, gasping to breathe around her tears.

"But she's wrong," he whispered into her hair. "She's so wrong. She's a slut. She's been helping you, and she hasn't done a good enough job."

"B-b-but I l-l-l…" Brittany trailed off, but he knew what she was trying to say. And it broke his heart to see a friend so deeply in love with someone that just wanted sex. Someone that would use that love to get what they wanted. It wasn't fair.

"You deserve so much better…"

"How c-can I if-f I'm j-j-just a sl-slu-ut?"

"You aren't just a slut, Britt. You are a magnificent, beautiful person, and you deserve someone that can see that. And Santana just isn't that person right now."

They stayed in the bathroom for another half an hour, until she calmed down again. Only one person had come in, a freshman even smaller than Kurt, and he had backed out immediately after one glance of the glare Kurt set on him.

"Do you want to go home?"

"Yes, please."

"Sure thing."

They skipped Glee that afternoon, and he walked her home. When she invited him in, he found six missed calls and a dozen texts on his cell phone. Glancing over them, he rolled his eyes and deleted the messages, all from Glee Clubbers looking for him. He then turned it off and focused on spending the afternoon with Brittany.

They spent the day baking and watching Disney movies and singing along. Kurt called home to let his dad know he'd be staying at the Pierce's for dinner, and he had a great time just getting closer to Brittany than he already was.

He knew she'd make somebody very happy someday, even if right now she only wanted to make Santana happy. Which would be fine, if only Santana wanted to make her happy, as well.

The worst part was that, the next morning, he saw them walking together, pinkies entwined, like nothing had happened. And while some might think they'd made up, he knew that Santana would never apologize for…anything, if she even realized she'd upset the blonde, and that Brittany would take a smile to mean everything was okay again.

And it pissed him off.