“She SET. A PIANO. ON FIRE,” Kurt answered, bringing his mocha down on the table with a little more force than necessary, as if to emphasize his point. “She used your audition for her sick little act of sabotage and tried to put the blame on you! It took the magic of Katy Perry to get Finn to finally come around.”

“Okay, first, if we’re being technical, Quinn set the fire, and the other Cheerios poured the lighter fluid,” Blaine defended. “And come on, Santana got Karofsky to back off, started the Bully Whips, got you to come back to McKinley…heck if it weren’t for her I wouldn’t be at McKinley! Remember when she went off on Dave at the benefit and what she said after? ‘It was more fun doing it together.’ Kurt, she may not be a member of New Directions anymore, but she’s still…well, family.”

“So, what do you propose we do? Storm the station tonight? Hold Rod Remington’s toupee hostage?”

“No,” Blaine giggled, then turned serious again.”What’s done is done. Santana’s going to be outed tonight whether any of us like it or not. But she needs to be supported. I don’t know what her family situation is like…I mean, yeah she lives in ‘Lima Heights Adjacent,’ I get it,” Blaine emphasized with air-quotes, “but the girl I saw in the auditorium this afternoon was scared. We don’t know if she’s lucky enough to have a Burt-and-Carole in her life, or if her parents are more like, well, mine, thinking it’s just some phase...or…”

“Or…what, Blaine?” Kurt asked.

“Just…worse than mine, let’s just say that. Look, I just think that when it’s been REALLY tough, she’s been there for you, for us. We just need to show her she’s not alone. That there are people that love her, no matter what.”

“Um, love, Blaine? Seriously?”

“Oh, don’t pretend, Kurt. Deep down you and Santana are two snarky, snippy gay peas in a pod.”

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes, knowing that there was a little truth in what his boyfriend was saying. “So my dear Blaine, what do you propose we do?”

“Well, I thought we could knock out two birds with one stone, apologies to Pavarotti, rest his soul. Mr. Schuster’s assignment was for us to do women’s songs, right? Well, thanks to my vast knowledge of Ms. Alecia Beth Moore’s repertoire, I think I have the, shall we say, ‘perfect’ song for us to sing tomorrow. And I think it’s exactly what Santana will need to hear.”