After a moment, she replied in a quiet voice, "I don't know, whichever you want to do."

Kurt let out an exasperated breath and spun around in his chair to look at the blonde. They were back at Brittany's house going strong on their project, except today it seemed Britt wanted to be doing anything but.

The lack of lewd, sarcastic comments and the fact the Kurt's chair wasn't being kicked every five minutes made him glad at least Anderson wasn't there. It would have been a great day, too, if Brittany wasn't so...dejected. She had barely said a word since Kurt had walked through her door. All she did was give half-assed responses, clutching her fat cat to her chest like a lifeline.

"Okay, Britt, what's up?" Kurt said, tired of the blonde's moping. "You've been like this all day."

Brittany took a deep breath and clutched Lord Tubbington to her chest tighter, the cat meowed in protest. "Actually, it's been since yesterday."

"Why?" Kurt hadn't known the usually cheery blonde to be mopey for that long.

Even from his perch near her desk, Kurt could see how her bottom lip trembled and the sudden wetness wetness of her eyes. "...aine..okeupwifm..."

Kurt squinted at Brittany, unable to decipher her mumbled words. "What?"

A loud huff. "Blaine..okeupwifme..."

"I'm sorry, the only thing I got from that was 'Blaine,'" Kurt said exasperatedly.

Brittany whimpered loudly and pushed her cat away from her, diving into her mountain of pillows before saying loud and clear, "Blaine broke up with me!"

Kurt's eyes went wide and he struggled to find the right words to express his surprise. Thankfully he was saved, but not really, because Brittany launched into her story of how.

He had done it over the phone.

Surely there was no worse way to break up with someone - besides cheating.

"Seriously? He wasn't even man enough to do it face-to-face?" Kurt sneered, astonished.

'Guess Anderson's not as dapper as he thinks he is.'

"And he didn't even tell me why," Brittany cried as Kurt rocked her back and forth in his arms, trying to comfort her. "Just some lame excuse that 'it wasn't working out.' Please," she spat, suddenly angry. "That's a cop-out. I know because I've used that line, too!"

"I'm so sorry, honey," Kurt said, wanting to rip the hobbit to shreds.

Brittany sniffed a few times, wiping her nose along her arm - Kurt tried not to cringe - and looked at Kurt with her big, puppy-like, brown eyes. "What do you do to get over a break up?"

"Oh, well," Kurt laughed uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. Brittany waited. "Um...well...uh..."

"Kurt," Brittany said slowly, resting her head against his shoulder. "I know you've had a boyfriend before 'cause you told San once about him and she told me."

Kurt sigh heavily, slumping against the headboard of the bed. "Well...we didn't exactly break up, so to say. I just moved to here and everyone knows long-distance relationships don't work, so...it was just kind of...over, I guess."

"Aw," Brittany moaned sadly. "What was his name?"

Now, that he hadn't even told Santana. Oh god, Kurt really hated talking about his ex. Not because he had bad feelings toward him - no - but because it just...hurt to think about their relationship.

Still, he couldn't let Britt with her too-big eyes and pouty face down. "Sam. His name was Sam."

"Finally realized you were no good for her, huh?"

Blaine yelped a little in surprise, almost hitting his head against the shelf in his locker. Someone snickered behind him. He stiffened in his crouch, recognizing the raspy voice.

"I was wondering when you'd get your head outta your ass and finally realize that you're unable to satisfy mostly anything."

Blaine stood up slowly, extracting his needed books and such, the muscles in his back popping. "Shut up, Santana."

"Aww," the Latina continued anyway, cooing in a condescending baby voice, "Is the little hobbit sad that he doesn't have any eye-candy to flash around on his arm anymore?"

"Why do you care so much about my relationship status anyway?" He gave her one of his signature smirks, playing along. "Did you want to volunteer?"

"Please," she scoffed. "Hell to the no."

"Good," he sneered. "You wouldn't even be worth paying to pretend."
"With that face, I don't think anyone's gonna be lining up anytime soon," Santana quipped back.

"Good, then you can leave," Blaine said icily, glaring at her.

Santana stuck her nose in the air haughtily and turned her back on him, but not before quickly throwing him the finger. He imitated catching it in his hand and clutched his closed fist to his heart, sending her a little air kiss to really piss her off. Which he succeeded because she glared at him, letting out a loud huff before storming off down the hall.

"I'd like to know why exactly."

"Aah!" Blaine must've jumped three feet in the air. Everyone seemed to enjoy scaring the shit out of him today, huh?

Puck merely rolled his eyes at the shorter boy, then raising an expecting eyebrow when Blaine turned around. "Why'd you break up with Britt?"

As soon as Blaine got his breath back and was sure his heart wasn't gonna fall out his mouth, he said, "Why gives a fuck why? I just did."

Puck rolled his eyes again an followed after Blaine in the direction of their class. "But why, though? You two were the item couple of McKinley."

"Look," Blaine groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration. They stopped in front of the door of their English class. "It's not that big of a deal, okay? People break up all the time."

"It is a big deal when the girl's best friend calls the guy's best friend to give him a verbal beating for even knowing the break up-er."

"Heh," Blaine chuckled. "Santana would do that."

"So the only fair thing is you telling me why," Puck insisted, folding his arms in front of himself and cocking an eyebrow.

Blaine groaned, rubbing at his forehead again. "My parents came back and they were giving me a verbal beating as well. Some shit about me at least not messing up on getting a girlfriend. I just...snapped and told them we broke up before I even thought about it."

It was true. He had berated and cursed himself after dinner. He hadn't wanted to break up with the spunky blonde, but what if his parents and found out he had never really broken up with her? They would give him an hour-long speech on lying and he had sat through that enough times that he had it almost memorized.

"Your parents control your life too much," Puck said, shaking his head at his friend's stupidity. "Do they still have you in diapers?"

"I would think so," someone said behind Blaine

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Blaine yelped, slamming into Puck in surprise. "Do people not have anything better to do than eavesdrop?"

Blaine turned around to face none other that Kurt Hummel. "What the hell, Hummel?"

"Ohh," Kurt teased. "Someone's feisty today. And shouldn't I be asking you that? You broke up with her because of your fucking parents? You're more pathetic than I thought."

"Hey," Blaine growled warningly, jabbing a finger into the taller boy's chest. "You don't know shit about me or my family. Don't stick your gay face into places it doesn't belong."

Kurt's eyes narrowed icily at the 'gay face' comment and he reared back to give Anderson some of his own medicine, but instead he said, "Well , as long as I don't have to see your sweaty, slightly squished in face or that bird's nest atop your head," he smiled, "and I guess we won't even see each other in the halls or out since you're so...height deprived. Be careful in those halls, you might get trampled."

"Is that the only you can come up with? My face, my hair, my height? I think you're running out of material."

"Oh, I never run out of material, but since you're practically not gonna exist after this I won't waste my time with you. Isn't that right?" And with that, Kurt spun around in a flourish and disappeared into the classroom.

"We'll see, Hummel," Blaine smirked, thoughts forming in his mind about how he could make good of his threat.

"C'mon, Britt. He's a total jerk, you shouldn't be wasting your tears on his sorry ass," Santana cooed.

Brittany replied with a loud wail.

"Okay," Santana scrambled to find other ways to cheer up her friend. She shifted her position on the library couch, sliding her arms under the crying girl's legs, pulling her onto her lap. Brittany nuzzled her neck, burying her face and tears in Santana's ponytail.

"Sweetie, he's not the only one who loves you or that last person to ever date you. I bet you'll have a new boy-toy on your arm by next week, 'kay? You will never have a shortage of people who love you."

"Like who?" Brittany sniffled pitifully. Santana tried not to squirm at the way her breath tickled her neck.

"Well there's you mom," Santana listed, combing through Brittany's soft hair soothingly. "Your little siblings absolutely adore you and we can't forget Lord Tubbington," Brittany giggled. "This entire school loves you, even if they may be jealous at times."

Santana felt her smile. "And I love you, too."

"I love you, too, San," Brittany whispered back, her sobs under control.

"No, Britt," Santana pushed her off her neck, making her look at her finally. "I love you, honey."

Brittany's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Yeah...you just said that..."

"No, Britt, you don't understand," Santana's voice cracked and she blinked away the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. Brittany saw this and engulfed her in one of her hugs.

"No, stop. Please."

Brittany immediately let go and glued her arms to her side with a confused and hurt look on her face. Santana never pushed her away. "What's wrong?"

"I just..." Santana gulped in a big breath of air, her eyes growing wet again and clouding her vision. She didn't wipe at her eyes, Brittany's kicked-puppy look was already lethal enough. "I can't. You just got out of a relationship, I'm not gonna complicate your feelings right now."

She moved to push Brittany off her lap, but the blonde held firm. Brittany grabbed the Latina's arms and forced her to look at her. Santana's struggles were useless. "I'm a big girl, I think I can handle it."

Santana huffed, wishing she had never said in the first place. "Fine. You really wanna know?"

Brittany nodded eagerly.

Santana hesitated before choosing her words. "The things I'm supposed to want with guys - y'know, kissing, and hand holding...and sex - I...I want with women."

Brittany merely stared back at Santana.

"Britt, did you hear me? Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Santana was getting skittish now. Brittany was staring at her, not saying anything. She couldn't make the words come out right, she couldn't just say "I'm gay." No, this was Brittany. It couldn't be as simple as that.

"Are you saying you're a dolphin like Kurt?" Brittany asked innocently, looking at Santana with wonder.

Santana could only stare at the girl with awe before she said, "Yeah. Like Kurt."

Brittany smiled and hugged her best friend like it was the last time they'd see each other. "But..what does that have to do with me? I'm glad I know, but it seemed like there was something more...?"

Santana's moment of happiness immediately vanished.

Kurt was typing away at his laptop in the public library when he felt something sticky and wet collide with the back of his neck.

"Eugh," he groaned in disgust when his hand came away with a spitball. He wiped his hand against the edge of the desk, glaring every which way to find the culprit. He turned around in his chair to face the back of the library.

Bad decision.

Another spitball flew at him like a meteor and collided with his nose. He could feel the spit snaking it's way down to his mouth.

"What. The. FUCK!" He growled, hastily wiping at face, not giving a fuck about the librarian trying to shush him. A loud, ugly, cackle of laughter made me look up in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Blaine shrugged, his cheeks puffed up and red from his laughter. "Just - another cackle of laughter - enjoyin' the view." He completely exploded into a fit of giggles.

Kurt spied the straw clutched in Blaine's hand and glared a deathly glare at the hobbit. He angrily wiped his face with his sleeve. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Blaine's ridiculous laughs seemed to increase. "English projec-" was all he could get out.

"Well then why don't you find your partner and leave me alone!" Kurt yelled quietly when the librarian shushed him again.

Blaine was practically dead on the ground, gasping for breath and his laughs barely audible now. Kurt wold be worried the he actually was dead if he didn't wish it was true so much. "I - I'm with - a loud guffaw - I'm lookin' at my partner!"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Shut up, Anderson and get lost, Brittany doesn't wanna see you."

"Sh- she's already s- seen me," the other boy choked, his eyes watering with the force of it. He wasn't laughing anymore, thank god. Kurt was seriously wondered if he came from the Hyena family.

"I repeat: what are you talking about?"

Blaine coughed, his head spinning. "I'm your new partner." He swung his arms out as if to say "viola!"

Kurt was silent.

The he was dragging Anderson off the ground and reeling in anger and confusion. He slammed his book against the boy's side, eliciting a curse. "What - slam - the - slam - fuck are you - slam - talking about?" Slam.

Kurt took a deep breath and dropped the book back on the table with a bang. "WHAT!"

Blaine smiled at Kurt's obvious anger. "I convince her that it would reminder her too much of me if she continued behind your partner."

"And Puck isn't a reminder?"

Well..." Blaine mused, seating himself comfortably at the table with Kurt glaring all the way. "I told her it would be better and sort of therapeutic if she was with Puck. I told her he was confused why I had broken up with her, too and was mad at me about it so it would be in both their best interest if they could get together and come up with various murder plots to slaughter me in the night. Or something like that."

"I could've helped her do that." Blaine laughed at that.

"C'mon, you're not that bummed I'm your partner," he urged, nudging Kurt's shoulder like a puppy wanting his master to throw the ball.

Kurt let out a deep sigh, but resigned himself from the discussion. Blaine didn't want to stop talking about it though.

"I figured with our budding friendship and all, she might find it a little difficult for her ot owrk with you without having miserable, longing thoughts about me."

"Cocky much?" Kurt quipped. "I know for a fact she isn't going to be thinking of you often."

"Hmm," Blaine hummed, not caring one way or another if Britt had found another guy already.

"So," Blaine said loudly after a few minutes of silence. "How's our project comin' along? Partner."