Chapter 9 - Admissions

I was dancing with Noah in an ornate ballroom, both of us dressed in garb from the 17th century. It was our wedding reception, and he was telling me how much he loved me. Then I watched as his mouth opened and a rapid beeping sound issued from him. I opened my eyes and could feel my heart beating rapidly. I wanted to forget about that dream as quick as possible. At least Monday was here, and I would get to see him again. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, pretending there was more between us than there actually was, but a girl can dream, can't she?

Kurt continued his war on my fashion sense, but I kept insisting that my style was 'geek chic' and that it would take off someday.

"Besides," I told him, "I wear my Cheerio's uniform almost every day."

"Girl, every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion!"

I knew telling him what I normally wear around the house would end up being a mistake.

Sandra wasn't at lunch again today, so it was just Noah and me. I had started bringing extra food for him because, let's face it, the school food sucked. Noah had brought over our food containers, already washed. I told him he didn't have to do that, but he just said it was the right thing to do and that everyone complimented me on the meal. I was determined to do something great for him the next time.

"So," I asked, trying to distract him from his problems, "what do you want to do when you graduate?"

He just shrugged.

"C'mon Noah." I encouraged him.

"I don't know. All I have right now is my pool cleaning business. I'm not a good enough football player to get a football scholarship, and I'm only a 'C' student."

"Okay then, what would you like to do?"

He glanced at me and said, "Promise not to laugh?"

I giggled and told him, "Not unless you plan on being a clown." At least I got him to smile.

He got this dreamy look and said, "I want to fly."

My eyebrows lifted. I was actually happy that he had lofty goals, no pun intended. "Military or Civilian?"

"Jets, I want to fly fighter jets."

Okay, military then. I nodded. "Okay, then what do you need to get there?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't looked into it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You have to be an officer in order to fly and my grades aren't near good enough to do that."

"That's not going to cut it. Where's the boy whose ambition started his own business? Alright. You, me, library right after rehearsal, got it?"

He nodded, looking at me funny. I finished the rest of my chicken salad sandwich and headed out with Noah. We waved bye to each other as we split off heading for our next class.

The football team was in high spirits coming off their win Friday night. Even Coach Sylvester wasn't as harsh as she normally was, including giving us longer than usual breaks. I had to admit that being a flyer was fun.

Glee ended up being drama central. Finn and Quinn were singing the duet to Journey's Don't Stop Believing, when Quinn suddenly stopped, put her hand to her mouth, and ran out. Mr. Schue asked if she was okay, but she didn't answer. Finn made the excuse that maybe she'd had a bad breakfast burrito and Noah and I exchanged knowing looks.

Kurt piped up. "Can we please talk about the giant elephant in the room?"

"Your sexuality?" Santana snarked.

Kurt continued as if he hadn't heard her. "We could have Kayleigh do her part. She hasn't gotten a solo yet and she's at least as good a singer as Rachel."

"Yeah, Kayleigh can do it." Noah spoke up.

Mr. Schue looked at me with a hopeful expression on his face. "Well, Kayleigh? Would you like the solo?"

"What about Quinn?"

"She might not be able to even make the performance depending on what she has."

I could see both Noah and Kurt nodding at me while Santana's glare made me glad that looks couldn't kill. "Um, okay."

Noah and I researched what it would take for him to become a fighter pilot for any of the branches. Each one required at least a bachelor's degree, which disheartened Noah something awful. At least until I pointed out that they didn't specify which bachelor's degree was required, just a bachelor's degree. He brought up his grades and said that he wouldn't be able to get into any college to be able to get his degree. I shut him up by offering to tutor him and get his grades up. Plus, I told him, he could take his 2-year AA degree in a community college. I also pointed out that he could also take the ROTC option while in college, and he didn't have to pick his service until his 3rd year. Then we looked up getting his private pilot's license, which would go a long way to fulfilling another part of the requirement.

"But I won't be able to afford all of this!"

"Just leave that to your business manager!"

"Who's that?"

I smiled at him. "Me!"

He got kind of a hurt look, and I wondered if I'd said or done something wrong.

"Why are you doing this for me Kayleigh?"

Oh god. I'd promised I wouldn't ever lie to him, but this could ruin our burgeoning friendship.

"Look Noah, I like you, okay? It bothers me when you put yourself down or think you're not good enough. And it pisses me off about what Quinn said to you, you're not a 'Lima loser'! I see the potential you have. I've seen you change from being a bully and a man-whore to someone I can happily call friend. Seeing you succeed would make me happy. Besides, if we can pull this off, we can shove it into Quinn's face when you make it. And see?" I pointed to the screen, "You'll be making $4 more an hour than most people just to start, have free food and housing, and you'll be doing something you love!"

I was so happy when Noah started smiling.

"So, you'll tutor me?"

oooOOOooo

Mom and I had been discussing Homecoming and what kind of hair style would be good to go with my dress. She suggested an intricate bun so that it could show off my neck, but I shot that down fast and hard. Mom should have known better, I hate buns. We ended up with a braided crown style, a reasonable compromise.

"Mom. I think Quinn is pregnant."

She stilled and asked, "What makes you think that?"

"Someone who knows told me and I think she's having morning sickness. Mr. Schue has given me her part because she has to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes."

"It happens. Enrique has told me that Lima tends to be a hotbed of teen pregnancy for the area. Do you know who the dad is?" Enrique was my mom's Ob/Gyn friend. I had to tread very carefully here. I couldn't lie to my mother, but I didn't want to violate Noah's trust either.

"Um, yeah. And there's a problem. Quinn's been going out with Finn, but the father isn't him, it's someone else, and Quinn is going to insist it's Finns."

"I take it that the father is Noah?"

"I... I can't say. I promised that I'd try and keep the guy's name out of it." I looked up under my brows at my mom, hoping she'd understand.

"I see. So, what is it you need?"

Thank god for my mom! I don't know where I'd be without her.

"Well, the... guy... isn't happy that she won't acknowledge his part. His dad was a deadbeat and it's something that eats at him. He swears he can be a good father, but Quinn won't let him."

"Hmmm. Well, it seems that this... guy... whoever he is, is a responsible person at least. I'll talk to Paul and see what he says. And I'll keep the guy's name out of it."

I grinned, surged forward, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks mom! You're the best."

"I know." She stated, smiling smugly.

"Oh, and I'm going to be tutoring Noah. We need to get his grades up so he can get into college. He wants to join the military and fly jets."

"Oooh. Ambitious, I like it!"

I felt so good it was hard to sit still.

"So, when would this tutoring session be?"

"I was thinking Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Okay, but only if your own grades stay where they are. If they start to drop so does the tutoring, understand?"

"Got it."

"I've also volunteered to be his business manager so he can end up affording to go to college. He said that, since he stopped sleeping with all those cougars, his business has taken a nosedive."

"We can't have that. Let me talk to a few friends of mine."

oooOOOooo

I sat down in the lounger, Carla across from me.

"Morning Carla!"

She smiled. "You seem to be in a chipper mood."

I smiled too. Things have been going good for me so far. "I am. I've been helping Noah with his issues, and I'll be tutoring him to get his grades up. I didn't know it, but he'd really like to be a fighter pilot! He just didn't think he could do it. I'm also helping him get his business back up and running. I found out he had been sleeping with some of the moms he'd cleaned pools for, but they really hired him for sex and when he stopped, they fired him."

"And why did he stop doing that?"

"Um, he said it was because of me." I said softly. I wasn't sure if she heard me and would ask me to repeat it louder, but it seems she did.

"Maybe he's in love with you?"

I waved my hands in a 'no' gesture. "No. I came out to him, and it bothered him for a while. But then we made up and now we're friends. He's not a homophobe, well, not anymore, but I don't think he's bi or gay."

And then I remembered. "Well, he did kiss me on my forehead the other day. But I think that was him just being friendly and thanking me for helping him out with an issue he had."

"Maybe, but don't give up on the idea of dating him if he asks. Don't limit yourself Kayleigh."

"I'm trying not to. I'm getting better, I came out to another friend of mine who happened to be gay as well. It seems to get easier the more often I do it. I'm not quite ready to completely out myself yet, but I'm getting there. The only downside is he's trying to turn me into a fashionista, and you know me... geek chic. Maybe I should start my own clothing line, custom made pocket protectors in a variety of styles! Star Wars, Star Trek, the possibilities are endless."

This made Carla smile "That's what I like to hear!"

oooOOOooo

Sandra came over to spend the night, having finally been cleared by her doctor on Friday. We talked about Homecoming next Saturday and my refusal to accept anyone's offer to go with them as their date. 4 other boys had asked, 3 of them football players, and I told them all 'no'. All three of us talked dresses, hair styles, and makeup.

My mom said she was going to let me use her diamond drop earrings that were worth $1500! I tried to dissuade her, but she was insistent, saying they would go perfectly with my jeweled strappy sandals with 3-inch heels. I didn't normally wear them because they hurt my feet. Due to my yoga and marital arts training, I was generally spared the back ache that usually went with wearing heels.

After my mom went to bed, Sandra and I stayed up talking. Since we usually talked for at least 30 minutes every night, we were pretty much caught up with what we'd each been doing. Sandra told me her and Ryder had gone out a few times and said that she'd probably be sleeping with him after the dance. She confessed to having let him feel her up on their last date and that she'd gone down on him after. Of course, she had to describe it in glorious, excruciating detail. I was a little put off at first, but then I was fascinated. I had a flash of a nude Noah and had to tamp that down hard. And deep, very, very deep.

When Sandra kissed me, it was, once again, the tender soft kiss I knew. When her tongue tapped on my teeth, I opened my mouth with a vague thought that her tongue had touched a guy's penis. I had an idea that it had before, but now I knew for certain. After we made out for a little bit, she suggested we compare our breasts. Since I was curious, I agreed. Hers were a bit larger, say a large 'C' or small 'D', and were heavier than mine with larger nipples, while mine were smaller and firmer.

That led to touching and I was surprised at how good it felt for someone else to do it. I touched hers and they felt pretty much the same as my own, just fuller. Our hands wandered while we began kissing again until I started feeling my boy bits starting to respond to the stimulation. I called a halt to what we were doing at that point.

We lay there holding each other, still topless. I felt kind of exhilarated at having my first quasi sexual encounter, but I also felt kind of guilty. I felt like I was cheating on Noah, and it took a lot of convincing myself that we were only friends and weren't together, so I wasn't really cheating.

The next morning, I got up and made all three of us breakfast. Pancakes with link sausage, yum! I started training Sandra in the basics my style of martial arts. She didn't like it, she thought she'd just be learning the forms, pushups and sit ups weren't what she had in mind. When Sandra gave me a kiss on the cheek, close to my lips, goodbye my mom gave me a knowing look, but didn't say anything.

oooOOOooo

Monday morning came and I had 3 guys ask me to Homecoming before lunch, this was getting tedious. Noah was now a regular at our table, which caused Sandra and I to get the stink eye from some of the students. I had another boy, Isaac, who was a senior on the football team, I think he was what they called the center, ask me to Homecoming in front of Sandra and Noah, but I turned him down the same as the others.

The major surprise of the day happened during, you guessed it, Glee. Mr. Schue introduced this older blonde lady named April saying she was our newest member. She must be at least 30. A lot of us protested, but once again, Mr. Schue was turning a deaf ear to us. She sang Maybe This Time and I had to agree she had a good voice, but most of us in the group had just as good or better. And her attitude sucked big time. I caught Noah's eye and just shook my head.

We kept practicing our new songs and routines. The first was country themed, Last Name by Carrie Underwood. I wasn't a big country fan, but the song was okay. The second one planned kind of hit a nerve, Somebody to Love by Queen. Yeah, the same song from my dream months ago. When I told my mom about April, she said that while it might be immoral, it wasn't illegal. That didn't help.

oooOOOooo

On Tuesday, Sandra dished about how April was in only one class in school, Spanish. Which is the course that Mr. Schue taught. She found out that she only needed that credit in order to graduate. She could have done that by GED, but again, Mr. Schue.

When we got ready to leave, Noah asked "Tonight, five o'clock right?"

"Yep."

He waved bye and headed off to his next class. Sandra watched him go and asked "Date?"

"No, I'm tutoring him on Tuesday's and Thursdays."

"Oh, so that's what they're calling it now."

I smiled and bumped her shoulder with mine saying, "Shut up!"

Glee was much the same, a lot of us kids complaining about April, especially since she got the lead. We all could smell alcohol on her and wondered why Mr. Schue couldn't. Or maybe he did and just ignored it, kinda like he did our opinions.

I didn't sing while making supper that night. I multi-tasked between that and helping Noah with his homework. He didn't seem to have any problems understanding the material, maybe it was just the lackadaisical way that some of the teachers at the school taught. There was a brain underneath that mohawk.

Dinner was Chicken Cordon Blue with a side of grilled asparagus with feta cheese and my yeast rolls. When dinner was done and in the oven keeping warm, I concentrated on helping Noah until my mom came home. My mom brought up Homecoming and asked Noah if he was going with anyone. He said he'd asked someone, but they turned him down. I wasn't positive that he meant me. My mom tried shipping us when she mentioned that I was going, but without a date of my own.

I was packing the food for Noah to take to his family when my mom came up and handed me a piece of paper with about 20 names, addresses, and phone numbers on it, telling me that these people would be willing to have Noah clean their pools. I gave her a grateful look and kissed her cheek.

My mom let me walk Noah to the door by myself again. I handed him the bag with his food and then the list. He looked at it for a second and then I told him what it was for. The look he gave me made my heart melt. He came closer and my heart rate sped up. He leaned down and kissed my forehead again. "Thank you, Kayleigh." He said, giving me a little side grin when he saw the effect his kiss had.

You know, blushing and dopey grin all over again. Then he leaned forward and did it again, making my breath hitch. At least this time I was able to tear myself away when I lost sight of him. When I got inside, I heard my mom say, "He kissed you again."

It wasn't a question. I nodded and said "Yeah, twice."

"Same place?"

"Yeah."

"Too bad."

"Mother!" Now I know how she felt when I did stuff like that, and she would say "Young Lady!"

oooOOOooo

Wednesday was full of revelations. Kurt walked right past me in the morning, smelling like alcohol and clutching muscle magazines to his chest. I wondered if he'd let me borrow some. No, bad Kayleigh! Kurt's health was more important.

Lunch time Noah gave me back the food containers, washed once more. "They said thank you and they didn't remember the last time they'd had something that good. I'm supposed to ask you if you'd like to come over for dinner some night, my mom and sister would like to meet you."

"Ooo. Meet the parents, it's a big step Kayleigh, are you ready for that?" Sandra joked.

"Sandra!" I snapped at her playfully. Turning to Noah I said, "I'd love to!"

"Okay, I'll check and see when we can do it. Maybe the Saturday after Homecoming?"

"It's a date!" Sandra broke in. This time it required a playful slap on the shoulder. Then I put my hand over her mouth, turned to Noah and said, "6 would be fine."

"Good, I'll pick you up at 5:30."

Sandra giggled when I took my hand away. I had to wipe my hand on my napkin, she'd licked my palm. Ew.

We walked to the hall where we would part ways when I heard a loud voice say "Faggot!" and I saw a sudden blue blur speed toward me. But I wasn't its target, Noah was, he caught it right in the face. I was angry and wanted to kick Karofsky's ass, but Noah needed me more at the moment. He was standing there with his eyes closed so I grabbed his hand and took him into the nearest girl's bathroom. I took paper towels and started wiping him off, using lots of water.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"It burns."

"Yeah, I know. Noah, what did you do that Karofsky would slushie you?"

"It's what I didn't do. April Rhodes was giving blow jobs to almost the entire football team in the showers yesterday afternoon. I didn't do it even when they trashed talked me."

"I'm sorry Noah." I was inordinately pleased that he'd refused to have sex of any kind with April.

"Why? It's not your fault."

"Still. My mom told me that they're putting cameras in the halls during Thanksgiving break. Hopefully that will cut down on the slushies, at least in the halls."

"They're putting cameras up? Really?"

"Yeah, my mom got pissed when I got slushied and since my future stepfather is an ADA, she found out the school is supposed to have cameras."

"Oh. I'm sorry you got slushied, and I'm sorry I didn't seem to be very concerned. It wasn't just that I was talking to you at the time, I just didn't say it very well."

"Hey! He's not supposed to be in here! This is the girl's bathroom!" A girl yelled from the doorway. I glared at her and told her to shut up. Startled, she left. Noah didn't say anything, just grabbed the paper towels out of my hand and wiped my uniform when some of the slushie got on my right shoulder. I saw that and was like 'Oh god!'

"Shit, Coach Sylvester is going to kill me!"

He smiled and said, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

I smiled back and said, "Yes, I do!"

I took the paper towels back from him and finished cleaning him off, including under the collar of his tee shirt. "I think I got you all cleaned up now."

I looked up and saw him staring back down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were, standing almost chest to chest. I took a shuddering breath and swallowed hard, backing up a few steps. I cleared my throat and said "Uh, I guess we should, uh, head to class, we're already going to be late."

He cleared his throat too and agreed. We left together and, when we got to the hallway, awkwardly waved bye to each other. I was marked Tardy for class, but it had been worth it.

I called it earlier. Within 2 minutes of practice, I heard Coach Sylvester yell "Summers! Front and center!"

I ran up to her, knowing that she didn't like people who took their time when she called, and anything other than a run was considered laziness. "Yes, Coach Sylvester?"

"What is that spot on your uniform?"

The woman must have the eyesight of an eagle because the spot was less than the size of a dime and it was somewhat faded on the red part of my top.

"I was walking down the hall with Noah after lunch when Karofsky slushied Noah. I ended up caught in the splash."

She stared at me with an angry expression for a few more seconds, probably trying to find some way to blame me, before she put the bullhorn to her mouth. In reflex, I covered my ears just before she shouted over it, "Karofsky, get your ass over here!"

Coach Tanaka just waved him over, not wanting to get between Coach Sylvester and the target of her ire. The entire team moved away from Karofsky as if he had the plague and the rest of the cheerleaders took slow steps backward to get out of ground zero. I started to do the same when she turned, her lips thinned, and said, "You don't move."

Karofsky jogged over to Coach Sylvester "Yeah Coach?"

She grabbed him by the face mask and pulled his head down until the guard was almost on my shoulder. "You see that? You damaged school property, MY property! You are going to pay to have this uniform dry cleaned and then you are going to write an apology to me for your thoughtless actions. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled.

Coach Sylvester raised her bullhorn again, so I covered my ears once more. "Do. You. Understand?!"

It was still too loud with me being so close.

"Yes Ma'am!" Karofsky yelled, wincing at the pain in his ears. She pushed his face mask, making him stumble backward. Then she looked at me, sneered, and then told me to get back into position.

Glee was more practice for the show this upcoming Friday, but there was less complaining. Both Tina and Mercedes seemed to be on April's side now. Maybe it had to do with all that bling they were sporting. Kurt wasn't there and we found out that he had thrown up on Ms. Pillsbury's shoes in the hall just before 5th period. We winced because we knew that Ms. Pillsbury had OCD and that would have had to make it 10 times worse for her.

oooOOOooo

Thursday was absolutely horrible, it seemed like everyone was in a last-minute scramble to find dates for Homecoming. I had to end up turning down 12 guys, including Ben Israel. Matt asked me out for the 4th time, you'd think he'd get the hint. I was beginning to get very nervous. I mentioned to Sandra that Matt had asked me for the 4th time and joked that he should buy a clue when she told me that he was taking Alicia Winters, one of the bases for the Cheerio's. Noah nodded, confirming that information. I hate cheaters more than I hate bullies.

We had to do cheer practice inside since it was raining. The football team played outside, in the rain, and the mud. I kinda wished I could watch. At least we had mats to soften any falls. Coach Sylvester remarked how she used to have to do stunts over broken glass "That was tough!"

I went simple with dinner tonight in order to devote more time to Noah's tutoring. Chili cheese dogs with fries but I made up for it by making chocolate chip cookies for dessert. I leaned forward for the familiar kiss to the forehead and almost danced into the house after waving bye as Noah drove off. My mom didn't say anything this time, she only smiled.

oooOOOooo

I guess word had finally gotten around, no one asked me out to Homecoming. Either that or everyone had found dates. The teachers, realizing that our heads weren't going to be on our studies, gave us light work to do. Except for Coach Sylvester, she made up for the rest the teachers' slack, believing that Homecoming was 'just an excuse to let rampant teenage hormones to run wild', her words.

We didn't really rehearse in Glee. We mainly made sure we had all of our costumes ready for Invitationals and I had to try and calm my heart rate down when I saw Noah in his black cowboy outfit. God that man is sexy. I guess Coach was right about hormones. I liked my outfit also. I wonder if I could keep the hat.

Most of the glee kids were speculating on what was wrong with Quinn. I just looked at Noah and could see how irritated he was getting. I started ambling over to him, trying to act casual about it, but it was too late. "Are you all that stupid? Seriously? I bet you thought Bert and Ernie were just roommates. Maybe Quinn's got one in the oven."

My heart sank. I reached his side as that set off a storm of speculation.

"Who's the baby's daddy?" Mercedes asked.

I put my hand on Noah's shoulder, and he relaxed almost instantly. I wasn't sure if he ended up what he had initially planned to say, but he took the more noble route. "Who do you think? Finn."

He looked up at me and I gave him a small smile that went unnoticed because Rachel chose that moment to make her triumphant return to Glee club.

We were getting ready for the show, and I had to run to the bathroom really quick. On my way back I overheard Ms. Pillsbury talking to Mr. Schue. I knew that she had a thing for him, but I had to respect her not trying to split him and his wife up, especially with Mrs. Schue being pregnant. I admit I hid out around the corner, hoping to overhear something juicy. Don't judge. I think that Ms. Pillsbury would be a better fit for Mr. Schue that Mrs. Schue. I've met Mrs. Schue, not a people person. Sue me.

I didn't hear anything ship worthy, but I did hear Ms. Pillsbury tell Mr. Schue that April almost ran over her in the parking lot and that she shouldn't be allowed to go on. Mr. Schue said that if she didn't go on, we wouldn't be able to go on. I wondered if he was sleeping with April or something because I could have done the part. Did I piss him off at some point? Is that why I wasn't getting more solos?

I got back to the dressing area just in time to see April stroll in, stumbling. She called Artie "Roller boy" which was very insulting. Then, she called Noah handsome and kissed him, instantly making me crazy jealous. My hands were curled into fists, and I started taking a step to teach that alcoholic pedophile to keep her hands and lips to herself. Fortunately, I guess, Kurt put his hand on my arm and stopped me, shaking his head 'no' and looking at me with sad eyes.

"Kayleigh, you're growling." He whispered.

After pointing it out, I realized he was right. That's when I realized that I really did love Noah. I was so screwed. When we went on, we ended up doing surprisingly well considering that April had been staggering drunk less than 30 minutes earlier. I guess being constantly drunk teaches you how to function in that state. I still got jealous when April touched Noah, I don't care if it was part of the choreography or not. Or the fact that he and I were just friends.

We got back to the dressing room, and we were pumped! Pretty much everyone was happy with how well we did and didn't notice when Mr. Schue pulled April into the hall. When he came back, he was alone.

"They love us! We're a hit!" Artie said exuberantly.

"Wh... wh... where's April?" Tina asked.

"April was good guys, but we could have done it without her, or Rachel for that matter. Kayleigh, Mercedes, or Tina could have gone on and done as well." Kurt pointed out.

"Kurt's right guys. April is amazing, but she's no longer in the glee club. We have amazing talent right here. It... I, uh... I screwed up bringing her here. It was about me, and Glee Club is supposed to be about you guys. You don't need her to be great." Mr. Schue admitted.

"But we need her for the second act." Mercedes pointed out.

"No, we don't, Kayleigh knows the part, she can do it." Noah threw in.

We looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"Get a room." Santana murmured, but I heard her anyway.

"I agree." Everyone heard from the doorway. We turned to see Rachel standing there. "In show business, when the star can't perform, her understudy steps in. If Kayleigh knows the routine, let her do it." And then she smiled at me.

I hesitantly smiled back. Maybe what I had said to her did have an effect, albeit a much delayed one. "And" She continued, "I'd like to join you for the second act if it's okay with all of you."

"Since when are you back in Glee Club?" Mercedes asked.

"Since I quit the play."

"Really? Why?" Kurt expressed the questions that we all wanted to know.

"I realized that being a star didn't make me feel as special as being your friend. I know all the words to the song." She'd finally learned. There is a god!

"You don't know the choreography." Quinn said snidely, with Santana eager to agree.

"Then we're going to have to give her a lot of help out there." Finn said.

Mr. Schue told her to get her costume on and the entire time I'm thinking that Finn needs to choose what he who he wants to be with and stop waffling. Him and Rachel would be good together and, if they got together, Noah and Quinn could be parents to their baby.

It was a bit eerie singing Somebody to Love, and I kept trying to sneak glances at Noah whenever I had the chance. Shipping him and Quinn would solve both of their problems, even if it did leave me with a broken heart. But like Carla said, pick up the pieces and move on. It really would be for the best.

Sandra stayed over Friday night so we could get up in the morning to start getting ready. I thought that getting up at 9 in the a.m. was too early, but my mom backed Sandra up. Lying in bed, I told Sandra about my plan to get Noah and Quinn together, saying it was the best thing for both of them.

"But I thought you liked Puck. And isn't she going out with Finn Hudson?" She said, confused.

"Yeah, I do. Like a lot. And yeah, she is, but he keeps waffling between Quinn and Rachel. Finn and Rachel would be better together. As for Noah and me, there are issues on both our parts, some I can't say because they're not my secrets to share."

"God girl, if you're giving him up so that he and Quinn can be happy you more than like him."

I couldn't say anything else, I just looked at her and started crying. Sandra, being the friend she is, held me until I cried myself to sleep. Broken hearts hurt so much.