KURT

I did not forget what happened on sophomore year. If anyone was involved, they wouldn't forget either. But no. It was just me and Quinn. We were the only ones who knew and would ever know that I had to keep the scariest secret for the rest of my life.

Everything started last year. Glee practice was about to start and I remembered I left my blow dryer in the girls' room during lunch.

I went inside, spotted it perched on the sink and took it. The wire was tangled and wrapped around the drain. I bent down, uncoiling it and crumpling it into a thick black ball.

That was when Quinn Fabray came in.

Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and she was wearing her Cheerios uniform.

At first, she acted like she didn't notice me as she washed hands and re-did her ponytail.

I was about to leave when…

"Why the hell are you in the girls' room?"

Obviously she didn't know me.

She was friggin' Quinn Fabray. The bitchy blonde head cheerleader. We don't even talk.

"Why the hell would you care?" I replied, pushing out the door.

"5,6,7,8!" Mr. Schu was waving his arms like crazy. A new song again but this time, we needed partners (sadly, they couldn't be the same sex) that we had to perform with.

Mr. Schu used his stupid hat-of-destiny crap or whatever to pick partners. Unluckily enough, I got Quinn Fabray. Well I wasn't surprised with the pairings. I mean, none of us exactly got who we wanted.

Finn got Santana.

Mercedes and Other Asian.

Brittany with Artie.

Rachel with Matt.

Tina with Puck.

Then there was: Me and Quinn.

Everyone was really pissed at first at their partners, especially Rachel.

According to her, Matt wasn't capable of helping her "unleash her talent" on stage. She was a trying-hard bitch and that was all I was going to say about the matter.

Mr. Schu kept saying how we had to practice even after school so that we could "bond" with each other.

Quinn rolled her eyes and I was pretty sure I didn't want to go waste my time singing with her when I could just go and buy myself something from Hermes' new collection.

But she was Quinn. All she freaking cared about was to do better than Rachel which is probably the only thing I admired about her.

And that was why I ended up at her house later that afternoon trying to come up with a song to perform together.