I had thought that it was only rumours, when I first heard that Blaine and Kurt were fighting.

I mean, they were fine two days ago.

And anyways, it was typical glee club to start gossip, especially Tina and Mercedes.

But after I heard, I decided not to ask them about it – I would probably not get the truth. No, I had a better plan.

I cornered Santana in our first class of the day, and confronted her about it.

'Look, I don't know, Brittany,' she said, sounding resigned. 'It's a really long story and I don't even know half of it.'

'Come one, San,' I said pleadingly. 'I'd rather hear it from you than hear some exaggerated version from someone else.'

She sighed deeply.

'Fine,' she said. 'I'll tell you.'

I waited patiently.

'Kurt's been texting someone a lot during rehearsals. I thought it was Blaine, but apparently it's not.'

I frowned. 'How do you know?'

'Because...' she hesitated. 'Blaine came to pick Kurt up from our practice yesterday.'

I nodded. 'And...?'

'And, Kurt went to the bathroom and left his phone. And Blaine heard it buzz a few times, and thought it must be something important, like from his mom, you know?'

'Right... And it wasn't?'

'No,' she said, with a sigh. 'It was from Karofsky.'

My eyes widened.

'K...Karofsky.'

'Yep,' she confirmed. 'It was. He didn't read it – he just saw who it was from. He asked me if I knew about it, and I said I hadn't known. Then he left.'

'Kurt's been texting Karofsky? Like, a lot? That's... weird.'

'Yeah,' Santana agreed. 'That's not all of it. Kurt came out of the bathroom, and I had to explain what had happened. He shouted at me, something about Karofsky needing help, and then bolted after Blaine.'

I frowned.

'I don't understand,' I said. 'If Karofsky only needed Kurt's help, and he told Blaine that... Wouldn't it be okay? Why are they still fighting?'

'I dunno,' she sighed again. 'Look, I need to get to class. Ask Kurt.'

She walked away, and I watched her go, feeling sad.

'Bye.'

We were all a little worried about the duet between Kurt and Santana – everyone knew Kurt and Blaine were fighting, so Kurt was bound to be angry. And Santana was always angry. So it was bound to get messy.

But we were surprised that when they walked onto stage, they both has smiles plastered there.

'Hey, guys,' said Santana, grinning. 'We will be singing Wild Young Hearts, by Noisettes.'

We all clapped as Kurt signalled for the band to begin.

Kurt began singing.

And while the city sleeps
I won't weep because I didn't keep
My boyfriend

He walked towards Blaine and gave a sarcastic shrug.

And the summer's end is here again
And the leaves are golden
Under the grand silver birch tree

Santana joined in, jumping onto the piano and smiling.

While we're thinking 'bout the people we meet
Dancing feet, wasters on the cover of a magazine
People you've kissed, people you lust
And the one's that you might not
Ever remember, what's the use?

She was all smiles, as was Kurt. Everyone was looking at each other, wondering what drugs they had taken.

They both joined in for the chorus.

I'm not what I was last summer
Not who I was in the spring
Tell me, tell me, tell me when will we learn
We love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
Damn these wild young hearts
Damn these wild young hearts

They danced happily as they sang in harmony, their voices sounding amazing together.

Kurt began the next verse.

Now that the city's awake, my heart aches
Oh, what a silly mistake it seems I've made
You left your keys under my bed
Left a thumping in my head
I would say sorry, what's the use?

He shrugged again, silently telling Blaine he wasn't sorry for helping Karofsky.

'Cause, I'm not what I was last September
And I don't wear the same robes in May
We know we shouldn't do it, but we do it anyway
We know we might regret it but it seemed okay

I glanced at Blaine, who was glowering at Kurt.

If now is forever then what's to prove
'Cause it won't be the same next summer
And I guess I'll see you in the spring
Somebody tell me, tell me, tell me, when will I learn
I love it and I leave it and I watch it burn

My eyebrows were raised. Why were they acting so… Happy?

Damn this wild young heart
I told you damn this wild young heart
Damn this wild young
Tell me, tell me, tell me when will I learn
Damn this wild young heart

They song finished and they laughed and hugged.

'Hang on,' said Tina, confused. 'You guys are, like… friends now?'

'Yeah,' said Kurt. 'Yeah, we are. And this song was just a shoutout to some people, to say that I can be happy without them being there.'

They sat down, Kurt looking dignified.

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned away.

I waited for Kurt after the meeting, wanting his side of the story.

'Brittany,' he said, when he looked up and saw we were alone.

'Hi,' I said. 'I wanted to know what's happening with you and Blaine.'

He looked up, and then frowned.

'Um, that's between us.'

'Yeah, but I just wanted to hear your side of it.'

He sighed, and gestured for me to come sit down beside him.

'I've been texting Karofsky recently,' he said.

'I know, Santana told me.'

'Yeah, I thought she would,' he said, rolling his eyes. 'Listen, it's not like… I was just helping him with something.'

'I know that,' I said truthfully. 'I know you'd never try to hurt Blaine.'

'I think we've broken up,' he said bitterly.

'But you were acting so happy today,' I said, confused.

'It was an act, Brittany,' he said, smiling sadly. 'Of course I'm upset. And, also, I knew we wouldn't win the competition with a sad song. And Santana's voice was great for that song.'

I nodded.

'Well, I don't think Blaine fell for it.'

'Neither do I,' said Kurt, biting his lip. 'Damn.'

'Listen, there's no point fighting over it. I mean, I don't even know why Blaine thinks Karofsky's a threat. He's not even gay…'

Kurt smiled.

'Yeah.'

'Well, I think he's being unreasonable. Should I speak to him?'

'No, I'm sure we'll work it out. But Karofsky really does need my help right now. And if Blaine isn't okay with that… Fine.'

He sighed.

'Kurt?'

'Yeah, Britt.'

'Have you spoken to Puck yet?'

He looked round.

'Yeah, I have actually…'

'And…? How'd it go?'

'He said he doesn't want to date anyone right now.'

I frowned.

'Seriously? Puck?'

'Seriously,' he said sadly. 'But, you know, I think with a bit of persuasion…'

'Yeah, maybe you could get Santana to introduce everyone, at Sectionals.'

He looked at me, suspicious.

'You have ulterior motives, don't you?'

'What does that mean?'

'I mean, you're smarter than you let on, aren't you, Brittany?'

I smiled smugly, and shrugged.

'True.'

He laughed.

'I'll see you later, okay.'

He stood up and left.

Then I heard something outside, and strained my ears.

'No, Quinn, this isn't happening again.'

Rachel?

I walked towards the door and peeked through the window – Rachel was on the phone.

'No! I can't do this… People already think something's going on here!'

I listened, afraid that she would see me, but my curiosity took over.

'No, there isn't anything going on here. No, Quinn. I won't let this happen. Yes, of course I do, but…'

She gasped, and then looked angry, hanging up the phone.

She walked off, and I shook my head.

What was going on between those two?

Picking up my bag, I walked to the door, and left.

They would tell people when they were ready. Just like Santana would.

Even though we all knew anyway.

But, maybe by the time she's ready, she'll also be ready to be with me. Because no matter how much she denies it, she does have feelings for me.

It's only a matter of time before she realizes that.

A/N: Don't worry, the Kurt and Blaine fight won't last forever. Sorry that this is getting so angsty, haha. I can't write happy stories. I also seem unable to include a straight couple, oops. Should probably do that, le sigh. Review and I will marry you.