AN: first person to figure out what Kurt's secret is get's a preview.

Chapter 16

"Can you keep a secret?" Kurt asks me.

I roll my eyes, "Of course I can."

"It's about me and Scott . . . you cannot tell my dad!" Kurt says urgently.

"I won't," I reassure him. Just as Kurt opens his mouth my cell phone goes off. I look down at the caller ID and see it's my dad. "Don't worry," I tell him, "it's just my dad I'll call him back later-"

"Have you spoken to him since you've been here?" Kurt asks.

I shake my head.

"Then take the call! I'll still have my secret after your conversation."

I sigh as I pick up the phone, "Hey, Dad."

"Uh . . . hi Scar . . . you called?"

My dad sucks when it comes to conversations, and when it comes to getting his thoughts and feelings out. For the most part he's pretty high-strung. I guess in a way I'm pretty similar to him.

"Yup," I answer, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm enjoying being back here and . . . I'm in glee club. It's been pretty fun." I purposely leave Noah out of the conversation.

"That's um . . . that's good." My dad answers not sure what to say next.

"How are you doing?" I ask knowing that my dad is a complete workaholic.

"Things have been busy at the office, but I'm working hard to guarantee my job." My dad informs me. My dad also worries way too much. He's vice president of a law firm and yet he's still concerned about his job.

"Sounds like fun." I answer dully, not sure where to take this conversation, "are you seeing anybody?"

"Nah, nah," He informs me, "I'm too busy to keep a relationship right now." He doesn't ask me if I am seeing anyone because he doesn't want to know.

"Okay," I respond, he hasn't had a serious relationship since my mom left . . . when I was five. I'm not really surprised that he isn't seeing anyone, but I thought that me being away might give him an opportunity to date . . . I guess not.

"Well, I guess I'll talk to you later then, be careful!" He tells me. I knew that he was worried.

"Don't worry, I'm being very careful."

"Are you coming home for Christmas?" He asks.

Lovely, it's the first week of October and yet my father wants to know my Christmas plans. "Uh," I answer, "I don't know, I mean supposedly the program is going good so I don't think they're planning n sending me back before Christmas, but maybe if I can find a cheap flight I could save up some money to come home."

"I can pay for your flight." My dad says quietly. It's not that we don't have the money, in fact we're pretty well off, it's just that my dad is big on saving, he wants to guarantee the money to pay for my college tuition and stuff. I appreciate it, but it can be quite annoying.

"That's awesome of you dad, but I know how much yo u have to save so-"

"It's fine." He says barely audible

I sigh, "I'll come home if you want me to Dad."

"I'll see if I can find a flight!" My dad says excitedly.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later Dad." I smile as I hang up the phone. I turn to see Kurt on his bed fast asleep. I smirk as I decide to take Kurt's idea and take a nap.

Monday rolls around, and Kurt has forgotten to tell me about the secret. I don't mind, I'm sure he forgot all about it. Noah picks me up for school; I race out the door so that Burt won't fill in for my dad and interrogate him.

I sit in the front seat next to Noah and he frowns. "Why aren't you wearing the jacket?"

"Oh," I say remembering the letterman jacket, "I didn't know that you wanted me to wear it."

Noah shifts uncomfortably in his seat, as he drives away. The drive is silent and awkward, and I hate it. I can tell something is on his mind but I don't want to confront him about it.

We get to school and all eyes are on us. Santana looks pissed, Rachel is shaking her head at me, and Quinn looks like she wants to smack me. Lovely. Noah's smirking, as we walk into the school.

I go to my locker when he is at his when something cold hits me right in the face. A slushie. I don't miss a beat, "Hey asshole!" I call after my attacker, as I start walking in the direction of the guy with the empty slushie cup. I subtly pull something out of my backpack and hide it behind my back. "Wow, you're so cool, you threw a slushie in my face and then just walked away, how courageous." I reveal what I am holding behind my back it is a two liter coke bottle. I open it up and pour all over the guys head. I say there looking him in the eye, "Don't. Fuck. With. Me!"

By now Noah is standing behind me, he snake an arm around m waist and smirks, "Yeah, that's my job."

I roll my eyes and head off to the girls bathroom.