RPOV:

"Rachel." A familiar voice cut into my thoughts as I walked down the crowded hallway.

"What do you want Kurt?" I asked levelly, without looking up at him.

"Look I know you hate me. You deserve to hate me as much if not more than you hate him. I knew what we were doing. I knew it wasn't right; that it wasn't going to work out. I knew that it was going to hurt you too much to ever be worth it, but I put my own selfish wants above all of that. I understand that you never want to speak to me again but I just wanted you to know that I am so sorry." I was in total shock. That apology was something I had never expected to come out of Kurt Hummel's mouth. He turned to walk away and I felt a sudden surge of guilt.

"Kurt." I reached to grab his arm. "I don't hate you. I don't even blame you. He's a big boy; he made his own decisions and his own mistakes. You didn't force him to do anything. And it's not like you did anything I wouldn't have done. Heck that I haven't done."

"I still feel responsible. And this weirdness between us is definitely my fault."

"Well I won't deny that the two of us definitely need to talk sometime."

"Mall trip this weekend?"

"Definitely!" I laughed as he linked arms with me.

Suddenly we were stopped by three large shadows looming over us, slushie cups in hand.

"Well look at these losers. Having a good day?"

"Leave them alone!" An angry voice said from behind me. I glanced up to see Noah step in front of us. Just as quickly, I saw the telltale movement of the jocks' hands and ducked my head as the slushies splattered all over Noah. The cruel laughter echoed as the jocks walked away. I grabbed Noah's hand quickly. Luckily we were right by my locker so I spun the lock quickly, grabbing my "slushie emergency kit" and then towed my shocked best friend to the bathroom.

"Come on Noah. It's okay." Kurt yanked a chair up to the sink as the door closed behind us.

"Rach? This is definitely a girls' bathroom." Noah commented.

"It's a lot safer right now." Kurt said, reaching through my bag and tossing me a washcloth.

"Lean your head back." I cleaned the slushie off his face quickly. Then I sat on his lap gently to try to get some of it off his shirt. He reached a hand up to my face, rubbing off the bits of ice that had ended up there.

"You've got a bit in your hair." Kurt said, bringing another washcloth over after cleaning himself off and running it through my hair gently.

"Why the fuck did that just happen?" Noah asked. "I didn't realize how fucking far I'd fallen."

"Why did you fall so far?" Kurt asked.

"It's a fucking long complicated story." He replied briefly. "We'd better get to class."

"Thank goodness we have Mr. Schue. And since when do you care about getting to class?" I asked him.

"Since I realized that I actually need them to get out of this lameass town. Also, the empty hallways are a fucking scary place when you're not on top."

"Very true."

We gathered up the assorted things strewn around the bathroom and headed to Mr. Schue's class room. I groaned inwardly as I realized exactly who we'd be meeting in there. Spanish was the only class I had with Finn, subsequently it was my least favorite class of the day. Kurt pulled the door open and walked up to Mr. Schue's desk, murmuring something quietly.

"All right. We're working in groups so how about the three of you work together and we have a group of five so, Finn? How about you join Rachel, Kurt, and Puck?" I sighed. Of course. Finn stood up from the table he'd been sitting at with Quinn, Brittany, Santana, and Mike. As the four off us sat down, Finn gave us a suspicious look.

"What's going on guys?"

"Nothing." Noah muttered.

"Slushies." Kurt said briefly, ignoring Noah's death glare. "It's no big deal."

"No it's a huge deal! Who was it? I'll kill them!"

"Finn be quiet!" I hissed. "Let's just do the assignment."

"Are you okay Rachel?" He asked, studying me carefully.

"While it is incredibly chivalrous of you to inquire about my welfare, it is unnecessary and rather redundant. A slushie to the face no longer incapacitates me." I felt a perverse joy in purposely using as big of words as possible to confuse Finn. He sighed.

"English Rach?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Oh, okay." I rolled my eyes. Same old Finn.

A/N: so there it is…I feel like that was a lot in one chapter, but it really wasn't…but seeing as I have no clue where this is going from here (suggestions welcome) it's pretty decent.

So? Thoughts? Suggestions? Rotten Tomatoes? Let me know!