Kurt and Blaine were sitting in their usual spot at the Lima Bean, discussing the events that had just transpired that afternoon. Right after the Troubletones performance (which was really incredible, they had to admit…even Sugar was on key), Coach Sylvester had pulled Santana aside for a private conversation; all they had heard was “I’m so sorry, Santana” and “I don’t know who told him” and something like “tried to get them to pull the ad…” Santana had then run up the aisle, hauled off and started slapping Finn repeatedly, screaming “WHY did you do this? Why, why, WHY?” over and over, almost sounding like a wounded animal. Finn had tried backing away with his hands over his head trying to protect himself, while Mr. Schuster and Ms. Corcoran both had to pull Santana off of him. When they left the auditorium, Santana was sitting on the stage, crying in Brittany’s arms as she stroked her hair.

They found Finn in the hallway, his arms crossed in front of him, looking down and pacing. “Finn, what the hell just happened in there?” Kurt asked.

Finn sighed, “I confronted Santana a few days ago, about her and Brittany. You know how they’re all lovey-dovey with each other and they sang that Dixie Chicks song with Ms. Holiday last year? Oh, wait, you weren’t here for that. Well, Ms. Holiday decided she was going to teach us about sex but with music, and she showed us how to put a condom on a cucumber which was weird, and then she kind of became the school’s sex counselor for about a week, ‘cause she was meeting with Ms. Pillsbury and her husband and…”

“FINN!” Kurt yelled, snapping Finn out of his rambling. “Stop going off on tangents. What about Santana and Brittany?”

“I called her out on her bullshit. Told her that she was a hypocrite hiding her relationship with Brit. That if you and Blaine could be open and out then so could she.”

“Oh my God, Finn…” Blaine interjected. “You didn’t—“

“NO, no, of course not! I know that outing is wrong. I’ve talked a lot with Kurt…”

“I finally got him to appreciate warm milk,” Kurt interrupted.

“Yeah, right, well, he’s taught me a lot about…gay stuff,” Finn said softly. “Well not THAT stuff, but like political stuff. Proposition 8, Coming Out Day…I even wore purple on Spirit Day.” Kurt smiled, thinking about how far Finn had come since that awful outburst in the basement that seemed like a lifetime ago. “Anyway, I would never out Santana…not on purpose…”

“Finn…” Kurt and Blaine both said questioningly.

“I…well we weren’t exactly in a secure location,” Finn finally said dejectedly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess someone might have overheard. All I know is, the other guy running in the election against Coach Sylvester and Burt says he has some kind of proof about Santana being gay and is going to use it against Sue, saying she… well, that she endorses lesbianism or something.”

“God, sometimes I really hate politics and wonder why the hell I’m involved,” Kurt muttered. “When?” he asked.

“The ad’s supposed to air right after the news tonight,” Finn said. “So Coach can’t even…what is it when you want to say something against whatever someone else just said?”

“A rebuttal, Finn?” Blaine offered helpfully.

“Rebuttal, yeah, Coach can’t even…rebut it on her ‘Sue’s Corner’ segment. Kurt, Santana’s going to be outed to the whole state tonight and it’s all my fault! I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just wanted her to start being honest with herself and not hurt Brittany,” Finn started to rub his arms nervously, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

Kurt brought Finn into a hug, reassuring him. “It is NOT your fault, Finn, don’t say that. It was a mistake, you didn’t intend for this to happen, and when Santana calms down, she’ll understand that. Now, is there anything we can do? Call the station; ask them not to run it? I mean, Santana’s a minor…”

“No, she just turned 18,” Finn shook his head. “And technically it’s not a lie. Coach already tried, they said no.”

“So, as of 5:30 pm tonight…” Blaine started to say.

“...Santana Lopez will be outed as a lesbian to the whole damn state of Ohio,” Kurt finished the sentence.