"Where are you going?" He whispered. Blaine didn't catch his eyes as he stood.

"McKinley." And then he was out of the room, ignoring the teacher's calls for him to come back.

He didn't know why he was so angry with Quinn. He had literally just figured out he was gay, so why did a girlfriend doing something wrong bother him?

It made sense though. Why he was angry. He and Quinn were still dating, even though they hadn't really been talking. And even after everything he'd found out about her, he had still trusted her. And here she was, throwing back in his face. And if there was one ting he absolutely hated, it was when someone you trusted makes you regret trusting them.

He was in his car in a matter of seconds and was speeding towards Lima. Every time he looked in his mirror, he saw a car he swore he recognized and was positive it was following him. But he was too busy thinking about his girlfriend- EX girlfriend -cheating on him to register the fact that a car was following him.

When he pulled into the McKinley high parking lot he noticed kids bustling around and being slower than they would if there was a class to get too. Blaine checked the time and realized that he'd arrived later than he thought he did and it was around lunch time. This he was okay with. Quinn had mentioned having glee club at lunch once so it would be, hopefully, relatively easy to find her.

He got out of his car and straightened up his blazer before heading into the school, making a beeline towards the choir room. When he neared the room, he glanced inside and from what he saw made him freeze by the door frame.

He couldn't see Quinn's face, but he could clearly see blonde curly hair tumbling down a girls back as she made out with a short haired blonde who had his arms around her waist, which, to be fair, was an awkward position on one chair.

"Er... Quinn?" He vaguely heard Mercedes' voice, but he was totally engrossed in the image of the girl he was still currently dating, kissing someone else.

The was a loud, obscene noise as Quinn pulled away from Sam. She looked up at Mercedes who was seated on a chair on the risers with a steely glare.

"What?" She said, sounding thoroughly annoyed. Mercedes didn't say anything, but motioned to the door. Quinn was scowling as she turned her head around, but her scowl turned into a shocked expression and she leaped off Sam's lap.

"Blaine! This isn't what i-"

"That's bullshit, Quinn." Blaine said quietly, calmly. He gaze fell to the boy, Sam, and looked pretty shocked himself.

"Blaine it isn't! I swear!" Blaine knew she was lying. She knew he knew she was lying. So why was she keeping it up?

"Tell me the truth, Quinn." He still spoke quietly, and he let his gaze drop to the floor as he walked in slowly. He heard someone standing, and guessed it was Sam, as it was he who spoke next.

"I'm confused. What's going on here Quinn?"

Quinn bit her lip in frustration as she kept looking between Sam and Blaine. First she turned to Blaine. "Blaine, I am not lying. He came on to me-"

"You were sitting on my lap!" Sam said loudly. Quinn ignored him and stepped forwards, reaching out to Blaine.

"Blaine, you have to believe me! I love you-" Blaine's head snapped up.

"If you really loved me, you'd tell me the truth Quinn." He could see tears in her eyes, but they didn't faze him in the slightest.

"Blaine, please." She pleaded, letting her tears fall freely. He just stared blankly back at her, feeling no emotion for the girl at all.

"You don't love me Quinn. You know you don't love me. Because if you did, you wouldn't of betrayed my trust like you did. We weren't even on a break. I was confused about my feelings and I needed time to think them through-"

"You've had a month!" She said, her tears had stopped, and she slowly beginning to get angry. Probably because of Blaine's lack of emotion.

"Because I talked it out with Kurt. He gave me something to think about-"

"God, Blaine! What is it with you and him! I bet what happened to him wasn't even that and and he really is trying to get into your pants!"

"SHUT UP QUINN!" Finn yelled, standing up himself. "What happened to Kurt has nothing to do with you, and You don't know so you have no right to stand there and say it wasn't that bad! Blaine's just trying to be a good friend! He's a decent guy!" Blaine shot Finn a small smile before returning to Quinn.

"So it took me a while longer than I thought it would." He said, continuing as if he had never been interrupted. "And then I talked to Wes, and then Layla. They both seemed to think the same as Kurt, though Kurt's was more of a question, they just knew. And that helped me. It also helped me realize that I don't actually have feelings for you. None." Quinn looked furious, but Blaine continued still. "But it scared me. What they made me realize. And I only realized a week ago. And I was going to tell you, I really was, but then you go behind my back and cheated on me. It's not the fact that you cheated, that makes me angry, it's the fact that you betrayed my trust. You of all people know I don't go around judging people, and I get to know them before I make assumptions and before I blindly put my trust in them. So for you to betray that trust... it means so much more than just simply cheating, Quinn." The rest of the room was silent and Quinn was now crying again. She let her hand fall from Blaine's arm and wrapped them around her body, hugging herself. "If you get rid of all that hate, all that anger, all that need to be perfect, you could be an amazing person. You could be anything Quinn. But the more you strive to be your complete best in high school, the worse it's going to be when you get out of it." Blaine was shocked at himself at how calm he was being. Only two hours ago had he been in a rage, and now he was acting like he was letting her off easy. Which seemed to be exactly what he was doing.

"What's going on?" Mr. Schue walked in at that moment from the opposite door Blaine had, eyeing the teens. Blaine sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing at Quinn who was still in tears. Behind her, Sam was standing just as shocked as he had been before and Finn was still standing, but no longer with an angry face on, it was more confused now. And then Blaine's eyes caught Mercedes, who wasn't even paying attention to the four standing, but looking out the doorway. Two other girls were doing this too, and Blaine almost turned around to see what the looking at, but he stopped himself, deciding to explain to Mr. Schue.

"I got a text off someone, and I came over here as soon as I could. Only to find my girlfriend making out with another boy." His eyes widened, but he was also shocked at Blaine's calm tone as well as the story. "Safe to say we're over." He said, and Quinn sniffled loudly.

"B-Blaine?" She said, barely above a whisper. He turned back to her in acknowledgement he was listening. "What was it? That you realized?" She asked, her eyes pleading.

Blaine froze. She deserved to know, as he had been the one to make her wait for so long about their relationship. But could he do it here? In front of all these people? When he knew it would some how get to Kurt?

But then he thought of how he felt just a few minutes ago. With Quinn. When he was watching her make out with Sam. He had felt nothing. Nothing at all.

And then he thought of how he had felt of Kurt this last week. Upon being hopeful that he was getting better, to being scared that he wouldn't be able to comfort him any more.

And finally last nights dream...

"I... I'm gay." He took a deep breath after. He'd finally said it out loud, and with that, came the feeling that he was right. It was true. He then let his eyes wander to see everyone's reactions.

Finn was smiling, like he had known it all along. Sam was still standing with a shocked expression. Which was also portrayed on Mercedes', the two other girl's, the asian boy, and the guy in the wheelchair's face's. A guy with a mohawk and the hispanic girl that had flirted with Blaine the first time he came here were trying to contain giggles, not succeeding very well. And a blonde girl was smiling with an otherwise blank expression.

He wasn't however, observing Quinn. Which is why he didn't he see it when she came forwards to hit him.

It was a weak punch. And only in the chest. It didn't even hurt. But she kept at it, hitting every part of Blaine she could reach. He just stood there, dumbstruck. No else tried to pull her off him, but he hadn't expected them too.

But then he was pulled backwards, away from her hits. He turned to see who was there and was shocked to see Wes. And then he remembered the car he had seen following him on the way here. And then the three girls gazing at the door. His own gaze swiveled to look at that same door. Only to see Kurt standing there, with a complete look of shock upon his face.

"K-Kurt?" Blaine said shakily as Wes walked past him wordlessly when Quinn advanced again to hold her back. "How long were you standing there?" Blaine was nervous now, finally showing some emotion. Kurt licked his lips absentmindedly as he walked in, closer to Blaine.

"The whole time." He said, so only Blaine could hear.

"I was going to tell you Kurt I swear-" Blaine rushed out, but was cut off.

"There's more to it. You don't just get told, like you said Wes and Layla did. There's a reason you didn't tell me, isn't there?" He said, looking down at the floor, avoiding Blaine's eyes.

"No, Kurt. I just needed to come to terms with-"

"Just tell me Blaine." he said, looking up finally, searching Blaine's face.

"I'm trying. I was confused and-"

"Blaine."

"-Wes told me that everyone would-"

"Just tell me."

"-And then Layla said-"

"Blaine."

And then Blaine did it. Without thinking whatsoever.

He stepped forwards and grabbed Kurt's face with his hands, pulling his head down a little so he could catch his lips with Kurt's in a kiss.