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Glee club always passed in a whirlwind of song, sarcastic comments and Mr Schuester's awkward bug wiggling which was supposed to resemble dancing. They were laughing at some ridiculous comment Brittany had made just as the door to their classroom swung open with a flourish.

"Kurt!"

There was a mixture of excited squeals and surprised expressions as Kurt flounced into the room, happily being engulfed into a hug by Mercedes.

"What are you doing here?" exclaimed Rachel as the rest of the Glee club crowded round him, all buzzing and apparently happy to see him.

"I figured I hadn't seen you all in a while so-"

Kurt flashed them a wicked smile, producing a flurry of paper from his pocket.

"I have tickets for a karaoke night at Breadstix!" he grinned, waving them around.

Instantly there was an uproar as the Glee club broke into similar beaming smiles.

"When is it?" clamoured Rachel, grabbing one of the tickets out of his hand and studying it hard.

"Saturday night," replied Sam, who was far too excited by the prospect of dinner and karaoke and was stealthily trying to place the ticket he had wielded from Kurt back onto the piano with a nonchalant attitude.

"Oh shoot," muttered Quinn who had picked up the flyer from where Sam had deposited it, "that means I can't go."

"Why not?" demanded Kurt, extricating himself from the excited mob of others, "I thought it could be a good thing do as a whole group."

Puck sidled in from where he had been watching the excited fray, hands buried deep into his pockets.

"Yeah Fabray," he said, "don't bail on the club."

"I'm busy," Quinn hissed, feeling herself colouring up and rapidly having to grab Sam's sleeve to stop him reacting to Puck's unimpressed expression.

She nodded her head to Kurt who came over to her side of the piano as the others all began gabbling incessantly about what outfits they might wear, and what songs they might perform.

"I'm sorry Kurt," Quinn apologised, "but I'm doing that thing for Blaine this weekend."

She gave a secret smile, to reassure him that she wasn't going to tell anyone else, but instead of the delighted smile she was met with a blank expression.

"Blaine's thing?" Kurt asked, frowning, coming closer to her, and trying to block out Sam who was awkwardly hovering.

"Yeah."

Quinn gave an exasperated little smile, raising her eyebrows, annoyed at his ignorance.

"You know-" she dropped her voice even lower so that he had to crane his neck right forward to hear her whisper, "the girlfriend thing."

"Quinn what are talking about?"

The confusion in his eyes seemed to startle her, as he just looked with utter puzzlement and even fear into her face. His voice trembled a little as he pressed her again, his arm wildly trying to stop her turning away.

"Quinn!"

Now it was her turn to speak in a whisper, horse with embarrassment and unease.

"I thought you knew," she hissed, avoiding eye contact, "that I'm pretending to be his girlfriend!"

Kurt's eyes widened, one of his hands running instinctively to his hair, shaking his fingers through it.

"His girlfriend?"

He was spitting out the words, as if he was hoping that they would burn and smoulder the girl standing, a little terrified, in front of him. Kurt's mind whirred as he struggled to understand why Quinn, Quinn of all people, was pretending to be his boyfriend's girlfriend.

"Kurt!"

But her yelling was for nothing as he was walking out of the classroom, ignoring the surprised cries of New Directions, the heavy patter of feet as she was running after him, crying his name in confusion and watching him drag out his phone from his bag.

Quinn stood in the empty hallway of McKinley High. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she gave a long, low sigh.

Great.

Of course it would be raining. Of course the rain gushing mercilessly from the sky would echo the torrent of meaningless words which had fallen from Kurt's lips. Strangled, misunderstood words which even Blaine couldn't fend off and which cut through him. He should have known Kurt would have found out eventually, but he could have never imagined the reaction his deception would have provoked.

The faint drumming of the rain on the bus-stop roof seemed to be steadier than even the beat of his heart which kept seizing up and stopping as he remembered the scene, Kurt's hurt expression and his own, helpless actions. He hadn't even tried to defend himself, he'd just let Kurt walk out of the room, feel his pride crumble slowly.

A patter of feet merged with the tumbling of the rain. He flicked his eyes up without effort, not even bothering to move his head properly. Blaine discerned a faint familiar figure slowing her run, hesitating as she approached. She ducked into the shelter, her hair slicked back in its usual ponytail by the water pouring down around them. Strands darkened by the rain framed her face as she wiped her eyes, flicking the rain droplets from her eyelashes and letting them slide down her cheeks as she wiped them with a hand that was just as wet as the rest of her body.

"Hey," Quinn murmured, coming to sit down on the rickety wooden bench placed against the bus stop wall.

Blaine turned his head slightly in response, looking up to the ceiling. She sniffed, uncomfortably turning her hands in her lap. It wasn't coincidence she had found him, she'd been to Dalton, even the coffee shop before she's met another boy in uniform and pressed him until he guessed where Blaine might be.

"I'm really sorry," she continued, looking at the side of his face as he eyed the wall in front of him, "I thought Kurt knew…"

There was another silence.

"Are you too going to be alright?"

A sniff in reply as Blaine still didn't say anything.

"We don't have to go through with it you know," Quinn ventured, "I never meant to get in the way of you and Kurt."

"No."

He looked up.

"My family are expecting to meet my girlfriend this weekend, and that's what they'll get."

Blaine forced a smile, dragging his bag up from the ground. Now Quinn knew it was her turn to be silent and she just nodded. He walked to the entrance of the shelter, leaning out his hand so that it slowly became drenched by the sheets of rain.

"I'm just tired of pretending," he sighed.

He looked back at her, still sitting patiently on the bench. Not even a hint of a sarcastic eyebrow or pursed lips.

"Pretending with you is good fun though," Quinn attempted, trying to make him smile.

Blaine nodded. He slung his bag onto his shoulder, shoving his hands back into his blazer pockets,

"I don't think my bus is coming," he commented absentmindedly. He moved out of the bus stop, turning round in the rain to face her.

"I'll text you tomorrow with the details," continued Blaine, shaking his hair so that water sprayed around him.

Quinn laughed and he gave her a smile as he walked away. As she sat there, waiting for a small opening in the rain to go back to her car, she couldn't stop the feeling of guilt which was slowly consuming her. But she sighed and vowed that she'd do everything not to screw up anymore. And so she dived into the rain, braving the torrent which seeped down upon her head as well as his.

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