Hey Gleeks! Sorry for not posting last week as promised and for the double chapter post! I didn't even realize I did that! My bad!

Well! Enjoy this chapter!

"Welcome newbie!"

Kurt turned around from his position on the Warbler couch. He saw the familiar curly hair, dapper boy making his way over, making Kurt smile gently.

Kurt was officially a Dalton Academy student. He met the Dean of the school who was very friendly, especially after his father threatened to sue the school if Kurt comes home with a black eye one day. That definitely made the Dean get whipped into shape.

Kurt has never been comfortable being friends with male and that's all this school is. Luckily, they are all super nice and kind. They don't care in the slightest about his orientation and it's so refreshing. No locker slams, no cold slushies, not more unprovoked touching, just supportive shoulder pats and enthusiastic hand shakes. He really wasn't used to the affections. It could be a bit overwhelming.

Then there is Blaine. The boy he met on his first visit. Who lights up the room. He was more excited about Kurt joining the Warblers then Kurt was. He already put in a good word about him to the council, so he's already in.

Kurt got off the couch and was surprised once again to feel Blaine pull him into a tight hug. "Sorry I missed your arrival! I had Chem." He shrugged as he sat on the couch, making Kurt sit back down next to him. "How do you feel being in Dalton? Also known as Heaven on Earth." Blaine gestured to the room around him with a dramatic flare. Kurt rolled his eyes. He wouldn't go that far.

"As long as I don't have to change my outfits three times a day." Kurt chuckled, but Blaine looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Kurt cleared his throat before clarifying. "You know, because of the slushie throws. Making me cold and wet. Having to change so I don't get hypothermia." He dragged out, as Blaine nodded in exaggerated understanding.

"Oh! I get it! I thought you were making a jab about the uniform. Which you looked great in by the way." He tugged on the boy's collar, with a smirk. Making Kurt squirm in his anxieties. "Lots of my outfits are going to go to waste now." Kurt jokingly muttered. The curly haired boy just snickered and stroked his shoulder blade. "Keep them. In case of a night out."

Kurt still wasn't used to this continuing talking. Especially to a boy. Whose openly gay as well. Kurt always feels like he can't make any physical remarks or it might come off as flirting. He doesn't know if Blaine is flirting, or just being his usual charming self.

Finally, it was Warbler time and Kurt couldn't be more excited. But also nervous. He never had this fear before but he's now nervous that he'll get teased somehow. Because of his voice perhaps. It's always nerve wracking being the new kid.

"Welcome, Warbler Kurt!" The other familiar boy, Wes, spoke. His gavel in hand. The other Warblers repeated the greeting. Sounding like recovering alcoholics in an AA meeting. "Now, we're happy you're here, but unfortunately, on such short notice. But Sectionals is right around the corner and we are very behind. We still need to figure out whose singing, and what songs to sing! Any ideas?"

The boys immediately raised their hands. Even using their other hand to hold up their first hand. Like Kindergarteners who know the answers. Wes picked on a husky boy standing behind the couch. "How about we have auditions for a solo! Even though we all think Blaine should get it."

The other Warblers nodded and Blaine got all flustered. Kurt was confused at the back handed suggestion. He offered auditions but they already know that the curly haired boy will get it? What's the point of auditions then?

"Guys." Blaine started. "I think it's only fair to audition and give everyone a chance. Especially with a new kid who never had a chance to shine yet." The boy looked over at Kurt with a gleam in his eye.

"Very well. Auditions will be held tomorrow after school." The conversation ended after a loud smack of the gavel. Making Kurt flinch. The only one in the room to flinch, since the rest of the team was used to it.

The meeting went as usual. Nothing too eventful to Kurt's surprise. No fighting or arguing. In fact, it was too calm. So calm that Kurt found himself zoning off a few times when he was sitting on the surprising comfortable couch. He didn't even notice when Warbler practice ended until Blaine was the one to shake him out of his slumber.

"Hey you! The Warblers are too boring for you?" Blaine asked as he crouched down to shake his friend's shoulder. Kurt finally snapped out of it and was startled awake. Surprised he didn't wake up to the sound of Wes's gavel.

"No, it was fun!" Kurt said in fake enthusiasm, getting up from the couch.

"Doesn't look like it." Blaine chuckled. "Didn't sleep much last night?" The boy wondered.

Kurt wanted to be honest and tell him it was way too calm and everyone agreeing with one another is far too boring for his taste, he held back because Blaine really loved the Warblers. He's the whole reason he joined.

"Yeah." Kurt nodded with a fake smile. "Being a new student kind of kept me up at night. Hard to sleep."

Blaine nodded and wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, making the boy tense. Not used to this affection.

"I think you fit right in."

The New Directions felt different without Kurt. No one can really say why. Kurt wasn't a mic hog like Rachel, and wasn't a loud snake like Santana, so why did it feel so different?

No one knew except for Sam.

Sam elevated towards the seat Kurt was sitting in everytime. Even on his first day of class without even knowing him personally. He just felt the need to sit by him. But now, he felt kind of lost.

Once entering the room, he saw the categories of people who sit together. Santana and Brittany are always together, right by Artie. Finn is either near Rachel or Mike. Mercedes and Tina are always nearby, so where should he sit?

He looked up from the ground and noticed Quinn sitting front and center on the floor chairs. She smiled at him and gave her little flirty wave. He smiled back and exhaled through his nose. He was glad to see her, truly he was, It just wasn't whole.

As he put his things down, he put his arm around Quinn's shoulders and she leaned into it. He could smell the conditioner she used in her hair. Very strong but soothing. Smells like Abricots.

Mr. Shue was already up front, writing down the words that he was now dreading.

Sectionals

Sam has never been a performer. Performing in front of a few kids in a classroom is one thing, but performing in front of a whole stadium is another. He has two left feet. He might fall and break his face open. His voice may crack so badly that it'll echo off the walls! He would never be able to live that down! But he knows Finn and Rachel are going to take the cake, so he won't be in too much trouble.

"Mr. Shue!" Rachel raised her hand. "I have a perfect song that Finn and I should sing for sectionals. We've already been practicing. I believe we'll–"

"Thanks but I think Sam and Quinn should take that duet."

Everyone's headshot over towards the couple, but Sam and Quinn's eyes shot open to the size of the saucers. Quinn was now laughing nervously but Sam couldn't breath. Him? Singing in front of so many people? Not a chance!

"What?! Barbie and Ken!? Are you kidding me!? What do they got that I don't have?" Rachel exclaimed.

"Straight parents, a regular height, athletic abilities, a normal nose, outfits that don't look like they've been fished out of an eighty year olds woman's trash can, people that like them, should I go on?" Santana spoke, as she counted her fingers. Mercedes and Tina trying not to laugh in the corner.

Rachel quickly glared at the Latina, and turned back towards Mr. Shue, still waiting for an answer.

"I chose Sam and Quinn because they won the duet competition and everyone seemed to love them. Plus, they have great chemistry and the judges go nuts over that." Before Rachel could talk back to this, he dismissed her to her seat, but Rachel spoke up anyway.

"They never even agreed to this! How do we know they are in it to win it?"

This made Mr. Shue shrugged his shoulders in agreement. "You're not wrong." He turned towards the two blondes and asked them directly. "How do you guys feel about singing a duet at sectionals?"

The couple felt every eye on them. Drilling into the backs of their heads, but Sam was still too busy thinking about every scenario where this could go wrong. Him falling off the stage is more likely than him doing well.

But he looked back over at his girlfriend, who looked very optimistic. Her eyes gleamed and she silently waited for his approval.

He held his breath and finally said "Let's do this."

This made the other members hoot and holler. Except for Finn and Rachel of course.

"Looks like we're going to sectionals!" Mr. Shue looked generally proud. He hopes he does well, He's not good at letting people down.

He felt Quinn hug him in excitement. He's really screwed now.

Kurt was left alone in the Warbler waiting room. Feeling rather disappointed with himself.

He didn't get the solo.

Either they didn't like his interpretation of "Don't Cry for me, Argentina," Or they think his voice sucks. Either way, he was disappointed.

It was the same at Mckinley, it was the same here. Not one appreciates the talent he holds.

But you know who did get the solo? That's right.

Blaine.

Kurt admits that Blaine is the sweetest but he's almost too perfect. His charm, his wits, his looks, the voice. It was almost too intimating, but he admits Blaine is sweet, so he loves hanging out with him. He just kind of wants some time to himself before joining him at the Lima Bean.

But something that Blaine said to him when he told him he didn't get the solo.

"Maybe instead of trying to stand out, try to blend in."

He bet his intentions were pure but he never got that advice before. He thought being different is what made him, himself, but he guesses it's not good enough for the Warblers. They are very traditional and proper. They don't like to be different.

Once Kurt made it to the Lima bean with Blaine, they ordered their drinks and sat in their usual chairs. Blaine was mindlessly chatting about his classes and friend drama, which was so much different then the drama that went down at Mckinley. That drama had to do with cheating, affairs, physical fights, but the drama at Dalton was about someone cheating on a test.

"I should have given you non decaf." Kurt heard Blaine say to him, shaking him out of his thoughts, "Huh?" He asked.

"Because you always seem to fall asleep on me. I feel like I'm talking to a well dressed wall." He crossed his arms and jokingly pouted. "Blaine, we are dressed the same." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

The boy leaned closer like he was going to tell him a secret. "That's how I know you're well dressed." He snickered. "So, are you sure you're just tired? Because my psychology teacher told me that 95% of the people who say they're tired, are actually depressed." Blaine stated. "You can talk to me, you know."

Kurt immediately shook his head and chuckled nervously. "I'm not depressed, Blaine–"

"Oh, I get it." Blaine admitted. "You miss Mckinley."

Kurt can't deny that. But there is someone that he truly missed.

Almost like an angel has answered his prayers, and the blonde boy whom he missed so much walked through the door, but his expression changed only slightly when he saw his girlfriend holding his hand.

"Something caught your eye?" Blaine asked, as he looked around without waiting for an answer. "Blaine!" Kurt scolded the boy for making it look so obvious that they were watching them.

"Is that Sam?" Blaine asked as he looked back over at the now blushing boy sitting across from him. Blaine continued to check him out some more. "He's cute."

Kurt shook his head, silently telling Blaine to keep his voice down and to look away, but they already caught the attention of Sam and his girlfriend. Blaine's back was turned so he didn't quite see the blonde teen walk over to the table.

"Hey Kurt." Sam said. Kurt looked up from the table and noticed Quinn wasn't at his side. He looked past the boy and noticed she was busy taking their coffee orders. "Hi." Kurt replied. His voice went an octave higher than normal.

Blaine could sense the awkward tension in the air and his presence wasn't making it any better. He slowly began to get up, his empty cup in his hands. "I'll get a refill." He simply took his cup and Kurt's as well. Probably getting him a refill too. Now there was an empty chair and the two teens.

"Can I sit?" He asked as he already took the chair out to sit in anyway. "Can I ask you something?"

Kurt was taken back by how forward he was being. He nodded his head and Sam brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "I have been chosen to sing at sectionals." He stated.

Kurt's eyes shot open. Wow! The newbie got chosen. Kurt wanted to feel jealous and he had every right to do so, since he was in Glee since day one and never was chosen for anything. But he knew the talent Sam holded, so he was proud either way.

"Oh wow! Sam, that's great!" Kurt generally said. Sam then bit his lips. Not quite taking in the compliment. "No?" Kurt asked, seeing Sam's reactions.

"I never sang in front of a crowd that big before. I never even sang to get into Glee. Finn just found me singing naked in the shower."

Kurt raised his eyebrow and wished he could take a sip of his drink to soothe the awkwardness, but Blaine still has it.

"I just need some advice."

Kurt was surprised he was coming to him for advice, while he could have came to Rachel who knows a thing or do about singing in front of a big crowd. Or even Finn who knows more as well. But Kurt? The boy who never has a time to shine.

"Why are you asking me for advice?"

"Well, because you probably have some experience with your talent. I feel like pissing myself just thinking about it."

Kurt blushed how Sam called him talented so casually, but how is he going to tell him he never performed in front of a crowd that big either, and especially not now since he didn't get the solo, but he did learn some nerve coping skills.

Kurt leaned forward and placed his hand over Sam's. The boy didn't even flinch.

"What I would do is remind myself how talented I am, and that mistakes happen but I'm not one of them."

His advice was sarcastic and humorous, while also being serious. He also wanted to sneak in a little complement as well too. Sam smiled and Kurt could see a blush form on his cheeks.

"What song are you doing?" Kurt asked. Sam sat back, leaning against the chair more. "I'm actually doing a duet with Quinn." Kurt was defeated a little at that. "We're doing "I've had the Time of my life." Sam finished.

"Cute song." Kurt simply replied. "Well, in that case, I would just look at Quinn. Feel the connection you too have and if you truly have chemistry, it'll lessen your nerves."

Sam smiled and saw the gleam in Kurt's eyes. Kurt looked back at Quinn, who was gathering her and Sam's drink. Sam turned around as well, and saw Quinn gesture with her head, they needed to get moving.

"You're right." Sam sighed and got up from his seat. "Thanks, Kurt. You rock." He smiled and headed off. Kurt watched him walk away from view and saw Blaine by the sugar station, trying to look like he was busy, but was just playing with sugar packets. "He's gone, Blaine. You can stop now."

Blaine just cleared his throat and walked back over to the table. "I think I did not look suspicious at all." He chuckled. "So that's the football player?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded and took a sip of his refilled coffee. "You should keep in touch with him. He seems really genuine." Blaine mentioned and Kurt released a smile he didn't know he was holding back. "You have no idea."

Another day and Sam once again had to deal with the sound of his parents yelling. Luckily it wasn't directed towards him or his siblings, but it was still hard to hear. He doesn't understand. His parents never argued growing up, it just started. Sam hopes and prays he won't be a child of divorce. Not during this tough time of being a teenager.

The boy had to basically yell at his parents to let them know he was home for the day. It was football practice today so he got home later than normal. He even forgot to text his parents and expected a call or text from one of them, being concerned why he hasn't arrived at home yet. But he never got a text. Now he knows why…

His parents were too busy fighting, to check up on him.

He made his way up to his room in silence and closed the door to block out the sound. He just sat on his bed and stared at the wall ahead of him. Rachel always says to put up a vision bored of dreams for the future and inspirations. She has pictures of certain broadway musicals and of course, Barbra Streisand, but Sam didn't know what to put up on his vision board.

He ripped out a few pictures of certain athletes he looks up to from a magazine, and sloppily taped them to his blank wall. He didn't care about the vanity of it.

That's all what Sam cared about before coming to Mckinley, was sports. It's the only thing he felt like he was good at. He knew he would never be a math genius or a science nerd. He'll never work for NASA with Elon Musk, so he stuck with the one thing he knew he could do. Play football and look cool doing it.

But as time passed and he spent more time at Mckinley, he realized another passion he was slowly developing.

Singing.

He always enjoyed singing in the shower, and he had one of his friends at his old school give him guitar tricks. He was surprised he could pick it up as quickly as he did. His friend said he had a gift, but Sam doubted it. He's never able to pick up anything fast, especially with his learning disability.

He sighed again as he looked at the very poorly made vision board. He decided to add some more to it.

He looked at his dumpster and saw a very guilty pleasure magazine he had in the trash. A Teen Bop magazine. Something his little sister should read, but it's all him. He flipped through it and saw all the really talented people. Something he knew he would never be, but now looked up too.

He saw a picture of Bruce Springstein, a celebrity that goes way back to when his dad was young, but he saw the way the man smiled while holding his shiny guitar in front of millions of people.

He also aged like fine wine, Sam mentally added.

He ripped out the picture of him and kept it under his arm as he flipped some more. He then saw a picture of Taylor Swift, and her signature red lips and bright smile. Such an icon.

Sam looked both ways, as if someone was watching his every move and ripped out the picture of Taylor Swift as well.

He grabbed scotch tape and taped both the celebrities to his wall and he smiled. It's starting to look good, but Rachel says the vision bored should also be about your future and what he wants from it, but that's where she lost him.

Sam doesn't know what he wants for his future. He doesn't know what it looks like moving forward.

Sam was shook out of his thoughts when he felt a vibration in his back pocket. He checked and saw a simple text from his blonde haired girlfriend.

"Make sure you practice the lyrics"- Quinn

She was referring to their performance at sectionals. Sam held his breath, remembering what he must do.

He whipped out the lyrics to the song Mr. Shue gave him from his backpack. He twirled his pencil he was now holding between his fingers and took a deep breath before beginning the song. He paused when it was Quinn's part and was going to skim right over it.

"What are you doing, Sammy?"

He turned around with a start, seeing his younger sister, Stacy, staring at him in the doorway of his room with her big eyes.

"Just practicing, Stac. Got to get these lyrics down." He casually said as he paced the room some more.

"Are you nervous?" She asked him. He just scoffed and shook his head. "Why would you say that?" He asked as the pencil he was twirling was now being twirled faster. The younger girl sat on the bed and kicked her feet. "I can tell. Like you could tell I was lying when I said I didn't get paint on your jersey." She smiled, innocently. He knew it was her because she had paint all over her hands and fingers.

"I just don't want to mess up." He honestly said. Stacy got off the bed, and snatched the paper out of his hands. "You won't mess up because I'm going to help you!" She sternly announced, making Sam smile.

"You are, are you?"

"Yes! What else are siblings for?"

It's finally time for sectionals. The day the new directions and the Warblers have been anticipating.

… and also dreading.

The Warblers got to the stadium first before any team. The Warblers always wanted to be punctual.

"Alright Warblers, huddle up!" Wes called as the boys grouped together. "Now, the other teams have nothing on us. We have the talent and the looks." The other boys agreed.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the last remark. As if looks will help them win, but he carried on.

"Warbler tradition for the council to pass out friendship bracelets with special messages before a competition."

Kurt smirked, as if people don't think this is a gay highschool already…

Wes handed both Kurt and Blaine their bracelets, and Kurt read his outloud,

"Great things will happen…" He looked up confused. "Does the council just get this from a fortune cookie?" Kurt asked as he silently read his. "Probably. Either that or it's your horoscope. What's your sign?" Blaine asked. "Gemini." Kurt simply responded. He doesn't believe in the whole horoscope thing, but apparently, it could tell your future. "Aries." Blaine raised his hand and smiled. Not really knowing what to say next.

"Look, here comes trouble."

Kurt turned at the voice of one of his fellow Warblers. He saw he was gesturing to the old Glee choir that he learned to love. The New Directions. Kurt knew the Warbler wasn't being serious. He was just saying that because of the competing team, but he felt at home when they walked in those doors.

"Kurt!" Mercedes exclaimed as she ran towards the boy. She embraced him tightly. She's stronger than she looked. He hugged her back. He almost gasped at their outfits. White, flowy dresses with black lace, and black leggings. The boys were wearing maroon button shirts and black jeans. Much more casual but a good fit. "Hello, girly!" Kurt squealed as he felt Santana's hand on his shoulder. Silently greeting him with a smile. He also felt a much taller person from behind, place a large hand on his head. He flinched but calmed when he noticed it was from his step brother, Finn.

"You guys look great!" Kurt mentioned, but saw Mercedes eyes drift off to the Warblers boys. "Mercedes?" He questioned to get her attention.

"Sorry, Kurt. I just don't know how you concentrate with all these cute boys in your club." She smirked as her eyes drifted once more. Mainly to a shorter boy with gelled dark hair, who was standing off to the side, looking at the interaction, proudly.

"It's so hard." Kurt jokingly rolled his eyes.

Kurt looked around at the other New Directions, and he saw Brittany pacing back and forth and it looked like she was counting on her fingers. Something that he catches himself doing when he's nervous.

"What's wrong with Britt?" He asked.

"She's nervous about her big dance number." Santana mentioned as she stepped up. Knowing her bestie the best. "I have a solo and I'm going to kill it. I know it."

Kurt rolled his eyes but he felt slightly jealous that he didn't get the solo he wanted for the Warblers, but he's glad Santana and Brittany get to shine.

Also, Sam…

Speaking of the boy.

The blonde headed boy walked up and did the same act Finn did where he tried to ruffle his hair, but Kurt didn't even let him. He felt himself wrap his arms around the boy's middle.

It wasn't weird. He hugged the girls. Why couldn't he hug Sam?

The teen stiffened slightly but wrapped his arms around Kurt. Smiling but not making eye contact with the other members. Who were standing and pressing their lips together in a tight line. Not knowing what to say or do, but giving the two boys some space.

"Hey," Sam began and Kurt silently stepped back. "I heard you auditioned for a solo! Why didn't you tell me?" Sam asked but Kurt sighed deeply. "Because I didn't get it."

Sam looked as if someone got shot. His face dropped in confusion. It also made Kurt laugh. His animated face made him feel better.

"It's fine, Sam. I'm used to it." He grabbed Sam's shoulder and slowly made eye contact. "But you.." He pointed to the boy's chest. "are going to kill it."

Suddenly, an announcer went up to Mr. Shue. Making the man stand up straight. "Alright guys, time to take our seats."

Sam took one last look at Kurt before being pulled down the stage by the other boys, in a hurry.

The Warblers were up first after doing their little chant for good luck. As most know, the Warblers are very superstitious. They will never say "Good Luck," it's always "Break a leg."

They started right up with "Hey Soul Sister." Kurt wasn't used to the very simple yet direct dance moves the Warblers did. He'll admit, the New Directions were much more fun and spontaneous. Another thing he missed about Mckinley.

Blaine was killing it as usual, and before he knew it, he was in his finishing stance, along with the rest of the Warblers. The crowd cheered him on. He was happy, but he did wish slightly they were cheering for him, after doing a killer performance solo, but this was just as good.

They bowed and skipped backstage. The boys high fived one another. Kurt was caught off guard by Blaine hugging him tightly and slapping his back. He's still getting used to the affection he gives.

The Warbler and the New Directions switched places. It was their time to shine.

Sam was pacing backstage and his thoughts were interrupted by a small and soft hand on his shoulder. He jerked and turned towards Quinn. She was wearing the same dress as the other girls were wearing, but she somehow stood out. He hates to admit, his heart fluttered at her. He bit his lips. Confused as ever.

"What?" She asked with a soft smile. He smiled back but looked down.

"You look beautiful." He admits. It wasn't a lie though. She was stunning, but her smile faded only a little. It looked quite sad, making his eyebrows furrow.

She lifted and placed her hand on his cheek. Softly stroking it. He barely heard the sound of the announcer overhead, announcing their choir.

Quinn walked back to her standing position a few feet away. He inhaled deeply and walked into the blinding light. His heart was beating abnormally.

He peeled back the curtain and walked out from behind the crowd, as he sang his first note. The crowd turned back to him. All eyes are on him now, not expecting him to come out singing from behind.

He slowly turned to the area Quinn was walking out of.

She then did, and the eyes were now on her as she sang with her beautiful alto voice. He felt his heart beat more as he continued to walk forward. His nerves got the best of him and he was worried it was going to start affecting his voice. He tried to remember the advice Kurt gave him earlier that week. About "Feeling the connection you two have and if you truly have chemistry, it'll lessen your nerves."

His eyes instantly traveled over to Kurt who was sitting off to the side with the other Warblers. He sighed a smile, while still singing. His nerves lifted almost instantly, seeing his supportive smile and thumbs up towards him. Sam almost didn't notice the wink he gave Kurt. The other Warblers saw but he's just glad the New Directions didn't.

Kurt felt Blaine nudge him with a smirk but Kurt just blushed and looked down. Taken back by the blonde boy's actions.

The New Direction performance was beautiful. Kurt felt a pit in his stomach watching Sam twirl and smile with that perfect girl on stage, but you have to be deaf to think they don't sound great together. Their voices complemented each other perfectly.

But Kurt can't help but wonder if he was able to sing that duet with Sam, how they'll sound together.

Kurt was also blown away by Santana's singing voice. He knew she could sing but she blew the roof off the place, as well as Brittany and Mike's dance moves. He hated to admit it since he's on the opposing team now, but he thinks they deserve to win.

Then everyone finds out…

…the two teams tied…

"Hello Quinn! How can I help you?"

Quinn walked into the guidance counselor office. Chin held high, lips pursed, and hands of her hips. "I have been told you give couples counseling." She stated as she sat down on the chair, facing the older woman.

"Well." She started. "I do but I don't have many clients."

There was an awkward silence for a second. "You're dating the new kid, Sam Evans, correct?" She asked. Quinn looked up with a raised eyebrow. Mrs. Pillsbury cleared her throat and folded her hands on her desk. "Word go around. Even in the teacher lounge." She stated. "Is something going on between you two?"

Quinn bit her lip and leaned closer to the desk in a hushed whisper. "I don't think Sam is into me." She simply stated. Mrs. Pillsbury moved forward and nodded, dumbly. Not knowing how to respond. "Okay." She responded. "Why do you think so?"

Quinn turned her face to face the outside of the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "I think he plays for a different team."

Mrs. Phillbury was getting more and more confused. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

That's the question she asks whenever someone complains about someone during a council session, but she doesn't know what to do about someone's sexual orientation.

"No." Quinn responded. "I think he still likes me. Who doesn't? But I think he likes Kurt too."

"Kurt?" Mrs. Pillsbury questioned. "Kurt Hummel?"

Quinn nodded as she leaned closer to the table again. "He whispered his name while we were having sexual relations."

Mrs. Phillbury squirmed uncomfortably. Not wanting to be involved in this. "Well Quinn, if he likes you, then he can't be gay, but I can't figure this out for you. You'll have to talk to him about it." She simply mentioned. Quinn looked up like she was about to say something but suddenly stopped with a sigh.

"You're right." She got up from chair and placed her book bag on her shoulder. "I'll have to confront him. You know why?"

Ms. Pillsbury raised her eyebrows to gesture to her to keep going, and Quinn sighed once more. "Because I refuse to be someone's beard." She hissed as she dramatically stomped out of the room. Her ponytail swung as she went.

Mrs Pillsbury sighed and backed up against her chair. Now understanding how dramatic the Glee kids could be.

Kurt can't believe they both got through to regionals. He's really excited but he still feels like the New Directions should have been the winners, but Kurt can't wait to escalate to the next level with the Warblers.

As of now, Kurt had a history book opened, studying for his next exams. The work at Dalton certainly isn't getting easier but he was getting used to the grind.

Kurt looked up from his book and he saw the curly hair boy standing by the door. It made Kurt jump, not expecting him to be there. "Blaine?" Kurt questioned. The boy nodded to him with a small smile. Kurt noticed the look at his face but couldn't figure out what it meant. He looked strangely nervous. Which he never has on his face. He's usually so confident but he looks weirdly shy right now.

"Hey, Kurt." He spoke as he sat down across from the older boy.

Blaine had a lot on his mind but didn't know where to start.

He hates to admit it but as time keeps going on, he's been starting to get a flutter when he looks towards Kurt. His soft hands, his gentle voice and his kind face. He's been getting more and more enticed with the boy, but it seems like the more he falls for him, the more Kurt seems to fall for a certain blonde football player at Mckinley high.

That's what he wants to know…

"So you and Sam?" Blaine asked straightforwardly, making Kurt flinch but also roll his eyes.

"Blaine, were not doing this again–"

"We're not." Blaine interrupted right away. Clearing his throat. "We just all saw the way he winked at you at sectionals. We know he likes you."

"Us?" Kurt asked. "You were talking about him to the other Warblers?"

Blaine chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "They like gossip."

Kurt hummed in reply and went back to his work. Pencil in hand. "But the question is…" Blaine jokingly snatched the pencil out of Kurt's fingers. "Do you?"

Kurt was about ready to say what he always says during these conversations. "And I know what you're going to say. How he's straight and you're not, but Kurt…" Blaine raised an eyebrow at the boy. "No straight guy winks at another guy in a building full of that many people."

The older boy started to blush. He's been thinking about it for a while, but in some crazy world if Sam was gay, he'll never in a million years fall for him. He's a tall, cute, strong, football player and Kurt is just… Kurt. Nothing special. He will never fall for Kurt, no matter how hard Kurt is falling for Sam.

"Blaine." Kurt gripped the boy's hand across from him. "There is nothing between me and Sam. I don't have feelings for him and he doesn't have feelings for me. We're just friends. Now please…" Kurt sighed, tiredly, "Just drop it."

Blaine nodded and Kurt may have been seeing things, but he saw his eyes gleam and a genuine smile went on his face. "I'll drop it." He simply stated.

Kurt handed out his hand, waiting for Blaine to give him back his pencil, and that's exactly what he did.

The second the pencil was in his hands, he went back to work. Now in the silence, Blaine got up from the chair he was sitting on. He looked back at the concentrated boy doing his homework. But before he left completely, he couldn't help but smile to himself. Now knowing his next move.

Sam walked into the guidance counselor's office. He really can't believe he's doing this. After a long and confusing talk with his girlfriend, he was basically forced to come here. If he wants his relationship to work out, that is.

Quinn accused him of not being loyal to him, even though he tries his best to be. He doesn't know what Mrs. Pillsbury can do but Quinn was insistent.

"Sam!" Mrs. Pillsbury exclaimed. "I've been expecting you!"

The boy stopped and looked at her in confusion. "You have?" He asked. The woman cleared her throat and guided him to one of the chairs, closing the door behind him. He was all slanted in his chair and she sat across from him, her arms folding on the table. They sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Something seems to be bothering you." She mentioned, softly. "Do you want to tell me what it is?"

Sam instantly shook his head. Not wanting to face it.

"Quinn made me come here. I told her everything is fine." He stated. His knee began to bounce up and down. Something lots of people with anxiety do, but Sam never had that habit.

"She must be concerned." Mrs. Pillsbury spoke, gently. "Are you sure you want to talk? Quinn mentioned something about you guys' relationship."

"We're strong." Sam spoke up. "We're stronger than ever."

"Are you? Do you have feelings for anyone else?" Mrs. Pillsbury asked. Sam was tempted to roll his eyes but he just bit his lips. "Did she tell you I've been unfaithful? I haven't been. I would never cheat on someone!"

"Being in the Glee club, you might be tempted." The woman jokes, mainly to herself. Knowing the affairs that come with being in the New Directions. "Being a teenager is confusing isn't it?" She asked.

Sam looked up and looked at her sternly. He nodded with a sigh. "It's hard being a teenager." He admitted through his fingers.

"How come?" She asked.

"Because you hate certain people, you like certain people, or you… really like certain people. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the last two." He muttered, Getting slightly angry. It was silent for a few seconds more. "What are you thinking of?" She asked.

Sam sighed and began to stand up. "Neither mind." He begins to leave the room.

"Sam!" She spoke, catching his attention. "Please sit. Talk to me."

The boy sighed heavily and flopped back down to the chair. "There's nothing really to discuss. Everything is fine." He spoke through his teeth.

"What people were you talking about?"

"Well, I hate Karofsky." He spoke, sternly.

"Why?"

"Because he's an ass. Sorry for my language. He's a bully and a douche. He drives me crazy. He's the reason why Kurt left this school in the first place because of people like him." He growled. Mrs. Pillsbury smiled. First time he brought up this boy.

"And who do you like?" She asked.

"Well I like Mike. He plays football with me and he's in Glee. He's super chill. I also like Puck. He's more stern but he speaks his mind, which I like."

"Anyone else?"

"You want me to say Kurt, don't you?"

Mrs. Pillbury was taken back by this sentence from him. She thought she was being discreet.

"I know Quinn talked about me and him. Yes, I like Kurt. He's sweet, he has a great voice and he's really gentle." He sighed "That's it."

"That's it?"

"I really like him, okay!?" He snapped. "But I like Quinn too!? That's the problem!" He exclaimed. Anger came to his voice.

"Why is that a problem?" She asked.

"Why can't I just like Quinn? Why can't I just like her and Kurt can leave my mind!? Why does it have to be so complicated?"

Sam..." Mrs. Pillsbury gripped his hand, he looked up and saw her concerned face. He's Curious what his face must look like to her, but he felt it heat up. "Life sometimes is not that simple. When your a teen, you start to feel different things, different emotions–"

"If you hand me a silly pamphlet, I'm leaving." He remarked. The woman again placed her hands off the pile of pamphlets casually.

"Sam," She started again. "You're allowed to like both Kurt and Quinn."

Sam shook his head and bit his lips. "I don't think I can." He choked.

"Why not?"

"Because the world won't like it." Was all he said. He felt his throat bob from emotion.

"Is that more important than your happiness?"

Sam felt his eyes blur up, as well as his thick throat, filled with sorrow. "I want to be happy," He admits "But I don't know what my future will look like. I always picture myself being a football coach, marrying a pretty woman and having two kids, but it's all altered now. I can't see my future with Quinn…"

It was said before he could think of it. He was stunned by his own voice. His voice began to break.

"All I can see is... Kurt." He struggled to say his name. It was like a spell was broken, the second he said those words, a tear trailed down his right cheek. A tear he didn't know he was holding. "It's Kurt."

Mrs. Pillsbury smiled gently. "Then it's Kurt."

His chest felt more free but still close. That's the first time he said those words out loud, and he loved it. When he closed his eyes, the face of a pretty woman was now replaced with the image of the shorter brunette boy. It was crystal clear.

No one knows, no one can know, but one thing he now knows…

He's falling hard for Kurt Hummel