A/N: I'm not even going to attempt to excuse how long it's been. All I can do is say I'm really really really really REALLY sorry. And if you're still here, you're the most amazing people in the world. Anyway, I know I had said this next A/N would be very important, but this chapter ended up being longer than I'd anticipated and I decided to split up this and the next chapter to keep up some consistency with length. That being said, I am literally writing the next chapter as I publish this, so *NO PROMISES* but Chapter 6 might be up tonight as well. Either that, or tomorrow night. The author's note for the next chapter will have important notes, so please read! Thank you so much for sticking around you guys, the response I've gotten for this story not just here but on Tumblr is so sweet and makes me feel amazing. Reviews are my favorite thing ever! Love you guys!

Disclaimer: Come on, if I did own Glee, I'm pretty sure you all would have shot me by now. I suck at keeping up with writing, and even I wouldn't deal with my constant hiatuses.

If there was one thing the New Directions were not very good at, that was keeping things to themselves. Therefore, Kurt wasn't in the least bit surprised to walk into the choir room the next morning just to have the entire room fall silent and stare, clear that they'd just been discussing him. Tina smiled sympathetically; Mercedes and Rachel watched him sadly, while most of the guys stared at him, confused as to whether they should be disappointed, sympathetic, or indifferent. Mike looked away while Puck pressed his mouth into a line. Kurt sighed and ducked his head, not wanting to look any of his friends in the face. He settled into his regular seat between Mercedes and Rachel in the front row and stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the many eyes he could feel boring into his back. Finally, after a few moments of extremely uncomfortable silence he turned, facing the numerous eyes on him.

"Look, I know you guys think I'm a terrible person, but can you please stop staring-"

"Kurt, we don't think you're a terrible person," Mercedes sighed.

"I do." Santana offered, looking affronted at Mercedes' offer of a clearly not so unanimous opinion.

"Santana!" Tina hissed.

"What? Look Kurt, I'm sorry, but I usually don't like people, and I like Blaine. He's a good kid. And you royally screwed up. So yeah, I'm a little peeved."

"Thanks Santana." Kurt mumbled. Rachel reached over and gently pulled Kurt's hand into hers, entwining their fingers, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand soothingly. He squeezed back gratefully, staring at his feet.

Just then the choir room door burst open and a frazzled, blonde haired boy hurried in, followed by a conflicted looking Finn. Kurt's head snapped up and he stared blankly at the breathless boy.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" Sam began, crossing to where the smaller boy sat. He stopped mid-sentence and seemed to register the rest of the Glee club staring at him. For a moment he cared that all of them knew and all of them were watching this, but suddenly it didn't matter anymore.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," he repeated, standing in front of the stunned boy. "I…I didn't know he would find out. I never meant for this to happen, Kurt, I'm so sorry! I'll-I'll talk to him or something! Is there anything I can do? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Kurt turned his head away, blinking away hot tears that were suddenly welling up in his eyes…they seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He sniffed quietly, barely registering Rachel's hand tightening on his, her eyes locked on her best friend's face.

"Please say something," Sam pleaded quietly, looking like he'd been kicked in the gut.

The smaller boy suddenly felt a tightening in his chest, and a heat boiling up inside him. This was Sam's fault. All of this was his fault. His head was almost pulsing with anger. He turned to the blonde boy in front of him, glaring viciously, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Leave me alone," he growled.

Sam's face crumpled at the look at hatred the other boy's eyes were burning with. "Kurt, please, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry," he whimpered, reaching for Kurt's free hand in desperation.

"No, Sam!" Kurt shouted, ripping his hand away and launching out of his seat so he was practically spitting in Sam's face. "This is your fault! How dare you! How dare you come in here and ask me to forgive you after what you did yesterday! Do you have any idea what you've done? You ruined my life! Do you realize that? He was the most important thing in the world and now he hates me because you couldn't keep your stupid mouth to yourself! You're so selfish! This is your fault!"

Kurt's shouts were slowly morphing into sobs, and Sam winced in front of him, looking like he wanted to cry as his friend (ex-friend…) ripped into him while the rest of the group looked on in a mixture of sympathy, anxiety and fear.

"I'm sorry, Kurt, please! I never wanted this to happen, I didn't mean for any of this! Please-"

Sam was cut off by a Kurt's palm swiftly coming down across his cheek, a bright red mark blooming across the side of the blonde's face.

Sam stared at the smaller boy, shell-shocked, his mouth still open in a small "o". Kurt, visibly shaking, opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was choked by a sob as the tears finally spilled over. He turned and ran from the room, his face in his hands and his chest heaving with his tears.

The group sat in stunned silence, half of them staring at Sam, who hadn't moved, the other half's eyes locked on the doorway Kurt had just disappeared through, every face drawn in disbelief.

The silence was finally broken by the voice of a man who stood just inside the doorway who none of the students had noticed enter amidst the heat of the confrontation.

"What…was that?" Mr. Schue stared at his kids, oblivious to any of the events that had occurred in the last 24 hours.

"I'm going to go find him," Rachel announced, ignoring her teacher, standing and hurrying out of the room after her friend.

Everyone watched her go while Mercedes stood up and went to the still unmoving Sam, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing gently.

"The dolphins are all sad, Mr. Schue. I think they just need a hug each." Brittany offered as Mercedes helped Sam into Kurt's vacated seat just as his own tears spilled over silently, whispering "shhh" in his ear gently.

Santana sighed and rolled her eyes, standing up. "Mr. Schue, you should go find Miss Pillsbury. I think she was looking for you."

"Santana, I can't just go look for Miss Pillsbury, I need to know what happened here!"

"No, you should really go."

"I can't just-"

"Mr. Schue." Santana glared dangerously at her teacher. The Spanish teacher stared around the room at his kids, who all stared back intently, their eyes urging him to listen to Santana.

He groaned in frustration finally and threw his hands up, turning and storming out of the room, muttering something about "darn kids and their drama".

Santana turned back to the group and crossed her arms. "Okay. I can't believe I'm saying this. We need to do something" she declared, scanning the room.

A few of the others muttered in agreement. Sam sniffed loudly from in front of Santana where he sat with Mercedes, still rubbing his arm comfortingly. The Latina turned on him.

"Oh suck it up, Trouty Mouth," she growled in annoyance. Mercedes glared at her. "You pretty much had a huge hand in screwing everything up lately, so you're gonna have to do just as much to fix it. Got it?"

Sam nodded weakly.

"Okay then. Anyone got a plan?" she turned back to the club of which each member met her with a blank stare. "I have to do everything, don't I?" she groaned.