"I'm Jacob Ben Israel and here's the news on Glee's big, gay summer."

With his microphone in hand, he walks the crowded halls of McKinley High School on the first day of his Junior Year. He spots Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry, the new "it" couple of the Glee Club, in some sort of argument. He motions the camera towards the two and creeps up behind them.

"Finchel, is it true you are really a couple?"

Rachel quickly plasters a white-toothed smile on and looks directly into the camera. Finn stands with his mouth agape and nervously looks around.

"Why of course" Rachel says. "Finn and I have been together for nearly three months; we've spent practically every day together since the last day of sophomore year."

Finn stands awkwardly and nods his head.

"It's confirmed," Jacob states to the camera. "Finchel is up and running."

Jacob spots Will Schuester walking down the hallway and into the choir room. He runs after him and corners him.

"Mr. Schuester, what do you have to say about the tasty rumors about you and new teacher Holly Holliday?"

"H-H-How do you know about that?" Mr. Schuester stammers.

"Also, how do you feel about Miss OCD Pillsbury dating her reportedly smoking hot dentist?"

"Wait, what?" Mr. Schuester yells. He shoves his hand into the lens of the camera and ushers Jacob and his cameraman out the door.

Jacob makes his way to the locker room in search of Noah Puckerman. He sees Puck sitting on a bench, wiping dirt off of his boots.

"Is it true you spent your summer pool cleaning money to close off the baby making juice after your little incident with one Quinn Fabray?"

"Get out of here before that dirty cotton ball you call hair gets shoved up your ass," Puck says.

Jacob squeals and shoves his cameraman out the door.

Outside, he runs into Santana Lopez who curses him in Spanish. She is walking with Brittany Pierce and an unfamiliar blonde-headed, big-lipped boy.

"You'd better watch it, Jew Fro, or the next thing you'll be filming is my fist hitting your oversized nose."

Quickly Jacob responds," Are you sure your newly grown chest won't get in the way of that?"

Santana grabs a tuft of Jacob's hair and pops him in nose. Hard.

Brittany grabs the brown haired girl's arm and says, "Santana, you know what your probation officer said about hitting more people."

Santana lets go and Jacob crumples to the ground.

"Sorry, Snixx wanted to come out and play and that giant schnoz was just asking for it."

Brittany helps Jacob up and points to the boy who was walking with her.

"This is my cousin Sam. He's living with me now. He used to live in Tennessee, but his mouth was taking up too much space, so his parents made him leave."

Jacob straightens his glasses and grabs the microphone off of the ground.

"Uh, hi," Sam says.

"Yow. I bet chapstick companies make millions off of you."

Jacob is about to say more when Quinn Fabray walks by with a sullen look on her face. He pushes Sam out of the way and makes it over to Quinn.

"Is it true that your bastard baby and Rachel's mom hightailed it to New York, barely giving you time to squeeze out some breast milk?" Jacob asks. "By the way, what ARE you doing with it all?"

"I'm just happy to be back and I'm ready to focus on me this year," she replies.

Mercedes Jones waltzes up and stands directly in front of the camera.

"Damn straight. She and I are going to make this our year and ain't no Barbara Streisand-singing diva gonna take that away from us. Now run along, Frizz-Head, these queens have work to do."

The camera pans over to Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang in a passionate lip lock.

Jacob rushes over to the two and says, "Tina, Tina. Wait happened to Artie? I thought you loved that handicapped boy?"

"Artie left. His parents moved him to Connecticut to a school for physically handicapped kids. And yes, I love him, but the distance would have broken us, so we ended things. And that's where Mike stepped in."

"Yeah, and now our love can flourish," Mike says, grabbing Tina's face and pulling her in for another make-out.

Jacob moves away and looks around for another Glee member to question. He notices Kurt Hummel leaving Principal Figgins' office with a boy whose brown hair is gelled down to the max.

"Lady Hummel! Is it true that you spent your summer modeling little girls' clothing for The Gap?"

Kurt rolls his eyes and says," Jacob, it'd be nice if you stopped being such a trash talker. And no, I actually spent it with my boyfriend, Blaine. He moved in down the street and we connected. Right, honey?"

Blaine nods his head and grabs Kurt's hand. "That's right, cupcake."

"No one wants to see your man-on-man love fest." Jacob turns to the camera, "And that's the news on Glee's big, literally gay, summer."

-glee-

Mr. Schuester walks down the hallway and stops at the bulletin board with the sign-ups for extracurricular classes. He stares at the empty spaces on the sheet he placed up there earlier that morning. Holly Holliday walks up and glances at where her boyfriend's eyes are looking.

"Are you sure that's necessary? I mean you'll have the returning members from last year, and aren't you sort of on the map now?" she asks.

"I know, but with us losing Artie and Matt, I don't want to take any chances. Everyone needs to know that the Glee Club is still looking for new members," he replies.

Holly slides her arms around her guy and smiles up at him. "I don't think you'll be having any problems with that this year. You guys are awesome, and everyone should know that."

Will looks down at his girlfriend and can't help but smile. "Thanks, babe."

Holly straightens up and checks her watch. "Well, I'd better go, I don't want to be late for my first Sex-Ed class."

"You'll do great, I just know it," Will says. He squeezes her hand and she turns to go.

As Holly is walking away, Sue Sylvester walks up with two more pages for Cheerios sign-ups in her hands.

"Well, if isn't my favorite curly-haired elf," she says. "How was your summer?"

"Good to see you, Sue," he replies. "It was good actually. Holly and I met here at a teacher's meeting at the beginning of the summer, and I don't know, but things just clicked. She's amazing. How about you?"

"I'm sorry, Will. I spaced out thinking of all of the tiny, little creatures in your hair that were baked in the sun this summer. Did I hear you mention something of a love-life? Well, actually, I don't care. I just need to hang up more sign-ups for the Cheerios. Girls just seem to be signing up left and right. Do you know how many would jump at the chance to be on my squad? More than your pathetic Glee club can muster up."

Sue rips down two sheets on the board for Woodshop and Chess Club, and staples her papers in their places.

"Well, I'd hate to stay and chat, so I won't. Tell Ellie I said hi."

Sue walks away and a student runs into her. She glares at the kid and growls. The girl squeals and runs away. Sue laughs and strolls down the hall until she reaches her office. Will shakes his head and turns to make his way to the choir room.

He enters just as the bell rings. He glances around the room at the members of his Glee Club.

Santana and Brittany sit on the top tier, throwing balls of paper at Finn, who is sitting with Rachel on the lowest level. Rachel, as always, is looking very pleased with herself, and is holding a stack of music. Mercedes and Quinn sit together on the middle tier, looking awfully mad at the world. Puck sits at the top, away from everyone, staring longingly at something; Will assumes it's food. Kurt sits next to a boy whom Will has never seen before. Tina and Mike are in the front row practically in each other's laps. Lastly, Will sees an unfamiliar blonde boy next to Brittany. Everyone is in conversation and doesn't stop talking even though Will has entered the room.

He walks over to the white board and grabs the usual black marker. He writes the words 'Welcome Back' on the board and clears his throat. The room gets quiet and Will smiles at his students.

"Welcome back, guys. It's nice to see mostly everyone here, and some unfamiliar faces. I'm sure you all want to catch up, but even though it's the first week back, we still have an assignment. This week will be 'Welcome Back'. What I want you guys to do is choose a song that shows what you hope to accomplish this year, whether it has to do with Glee, school, life at home, with your boyfriend or girlfriend, basically anything. Sound good, guys? Oh, and you can sing with up to as many people as you like, just as long as we understand who is giving what message."

Rachel raises her hand, and says,"Mr. Schue? I'd like to say—"

"Oh, can it, Berry. It's our first day back. You can get all Nazi on us tomorrow. Just chill for one day," Santana says. "Anyways, I'm sure you've all noticed the new kid, Sam, over here. I mean who couldn't, with his trouty mouth and all. Well, Britt and I informed him of the initiation to Glee Club and he has prepared a song for y'all, so I'd appreciate if you'd shut-up and if Tike would quit sucking face for a couple minutes and listen to him sing."

"Okay, you heard her, guys. Sam? You ready?" Mr. Schue says.

"Yeah," he replies.

Brittany and Santana get up and are ready to help him.

Harder To Breathe by Maroon 5

Sam: How dare you say that my behaviors' unacceptable? So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here. This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear. You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone. Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love. You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up. And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams. Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe?

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head. You should know better you never listened to a word I said. Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat. Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love. You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up. Like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams, is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe?

Does it kill? Does it burn? Is it painful to learn that it's me that has all the control? Does it thrill? Does it sting, when you feel what I bring and you wish that you had me to hold?

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love. You'll understand what I mean when I say. There's no way we're gonna give up. And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams. Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe?

The room bursts with applause and everyone looks around with excitement on their faces to have added such a great voice to the New Directions.

"Wow, Sam," Mr. Schue says. "Welcome, to the Glee Club!"

Sam blushes and says, "Thanks, guys." He takes a seat.

Brittany leans over and says too him, "I knew those lips were good for something other than licking stamps."

"Mr. Schue? Much like Brittany and Santana, I too have prepared Blaine here to be initiated into the New Directions, so if you'd allow it, he'd like to audition too," Kurt says.

"Well, sure, Blaine! We're ready when you are!" he says.

"Okay, here it goes…" he says.

Love Song for No One by John Mayer

Blaine: Staying home alone on a Friday flat on the floor looking back on old love or lack thereof. After all the crushes are faded and all my wishful thinking was wrong I'm jaded I hate it.

I'm tired of being alone so hurry up and get here. So tired of being alone so hurry up and get here.

Searching all my days just to find you I'm not sure who I'm looking for. I'll know it when I see you. Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom staying up all night just to write a love song for no one.

I'm tired of being alone so hurry up and get here. So tired of being alone so hurry up and get here.

I could have met you in a sandbox. I could have passed you on the sidewalk. Could I have missed my chance? And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone so hurry up and get here. So tired of being alone so hurry up and get here.

You'll be so good. You'll be so good for me.

Once again, applause erupts from everyone and the excitement fills the air. Kurt is the most excited about his boyfriend's audition, because he knows he nailed it.

"That's my boyfriend!" he squeals excitedly. He rushes to give Blaine a hug.

Everyone is happy to see the two together. Santana, on the other hand, notices Blaine's face while in Kurt's embrace. He seems to be faking a smile. She also questions his song choice, and why someone who is so in love would choose the opposite of a love song. She doesn't plan to say anything today, but she won't forget to bring it up to the boy who is 90% hair gel.

-glee-

Finn and Rachel sit on Rachel's bed. The tension between them is incredibly thick.

"Okay, Finn. You can just stop acting like everything is okay, when it's not. Can't you just tell me what's wrong? You've been acting so weird."

Finn stands up. "I don't know Rachel. I've just been doing a lot of thinking. I know we started things up this summer, and I really loved spending time with you, but I don't know if it's the best thing for me right now."

"What do you mean?" she says.

Finn paces around the room, not answering.

"Finn, if you don't want to be with me, just tell me." Rachel stares blankly at her boyfriend's face.

"I don't know what I want right now. I know I care about you, but I don't know if I want a relationship right now," Finn says softly.

Rachel stands up, too. "Dammit, Finn. I've waited for you long enough, and if I just have to wait for you again, I won't do it. I've wasted too much time already trying to get you to love me."

"Rachel, don't say that."

"Well it's true! Finn, I'm not just some toy you can play with! I care for you so much, but I'm not going to wait for you again while you try and figure out if you care for me too!" Rachel turns away to hide the tears sliding down her face.

"Rachel, I…"

"This is your last chance, Finn Hudson. Do you want to be with me or not?"

"I…I…."

Rachel turns to face him again. "That's what I thought. Just go, Finn. Please."

"I never meant to hurt you," he says. Reaching out a hand to touch her face.

"Don't. Leave. Please, Finn."

A tear falls from the boy's eyes and he turns to leave. As he walks down the stairs he pauses. He wants to go back, but he can't do it. He continues down the stairs and walks outside into the cool August night.

-glee-

Brittany and Santana roll around on the blonde girl's bed, their tongues, legs, arms, bodies intertwined. Santana runs a hand on her friend's soft leg, feeling all sorts of emotions go through her. They pause for a moment and look into each other's eyes. A smile breaks out on Brittany's face and Santana can't help but smile back. She leans in and touches her tongue to Brittany's, and a moan escapes from the brunette's mouth.

Suddenly, they both hear the door open, and Sam stands there, his giant mouth hanging open.

"Oh, crap. I'm sorry… I-I.."

"Um, we were just…." Santana says.

"Sorry, I should've knocked. I 'll just go," he replies.

"No, it's cool. I'll go get us something to eat. Be right back," Brittany says.

Sam moves as Brittany walks past him nonchalantly. He looks over and sees Santana glaring at him.

"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but if you say one word to anyone, I will stuff that giant sausage hole full of explosives," she says.

Sam holds up his hands in surrender. "I promise, I would never do anything like that. I get it. It's hard to be something that not many people can accept."

"Oh yeah? What do you know about it, Trouty?"

"Is that my new nickname or something?" he chuckles. "But actually, I do know a little something. Do you want to know the real reason I moved here?"

Santana gets curious. "Enlighten me."

"Well, I had this friend, Scott. We've been best buds since Kindergarten. Were best buds. Anyways, one day after we went to the gym we went back to my place and were watching TV. All of a sudden some romantic movie comes on and Scott makes a comment about wishing he could find that special someone. I agreed. Then he asked me if I ever thought that special someone was right in front of me, and I didn't even see it. I said I didn't know. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. And I was actually kissing him back. See, I hadn't realized it before, but I had feelings for Scott that weren't feelings I had for anyone else, so I kissed him back. That's when my dad walked in. He started flipping out, calling us horrible names. I watched Scott get to the door and leave, and I turned around and I met my dad's fist. The next day I was packing my stuff and I was handed a plane ticket here. They didn't even give me a chance to talk to them. They just kicked me out. So, that's the real reason I'm here."

Santana took a minute to let it sink in. "So, are you gay then?"

Sam looks at her and shrugs. "I honestly don't know. I loved Scott, but I'm not sure I was in love with him. I've had girlfriends before too, and I've even loved some of them. I just…. I don't know."

"That's where you and I are alike, Trouty," Santana admits. "I love Brittany, but I don't know if it's that kind of love. And if it is, things will never be the same for me. I'm scared to know the truth."

"Me too, Santana. Me too."

The two look at each other and Brittany bursts into the room.

"Um, guys, I'm pretty sure I set a PopTart on fire."

Santana and Sam smile and stand up to go fix the problem.

-glee-

Sitting on his bed, listening to AC/DC, Puck is surprised when Finn comes bursting into his bedroom. From the look on Finn's face, Puck can tell something has happened, although that something seemed to be both painful and relieving to the bigger boy.

"Well, I broke up with her," Finn announces, sitting down beside his friend.

"You broke up with Berry?" Puck questions, turning off his music absent mindedly. "How'd she handle it?"

"Eh, she was upset. I'm just glad to be done with her. She was such a controllist."

"What the hell is a controllist?"

"A person who's controlling, duh. Anyway, now I can focus on glee and football, this all works out for the best, ya know? Who needs Rachel anyway, she was needy on top of controlling. I don't need that."

Puck is flabbergasted that Finn would be saying such cruel things to the girl he claimed to 'love' at last year's Regionals completion. To hear Finn say something so harsh was unbelievable.

"How can you talk about her like that dude?"

"What? It's just Rachel, it's not like you haven't thought the same things about her," Finn protests.

"Yeah, okay, I've thought she was controlling, needy, and an attention-whore, but if it was me who had just broken up with her, I wouldn't be saying stuff like that. Did you just leave her at her house?" Puck questions as he gets up and grabs his jacket.

"You're gonna leave me to go check on Rachel? What happened to bros before hoes?"

Puck shakes his Mohawk-clad head, "Rachel Berry is no hoe dude."

Rachel only lives a couple blocks away from the Puckerman household, so Puck decides that even though the night is cold he can walk. The cold air pushes him to get to the Berry home a lot quicker. Not to mention that he is in a hurry to check on Rachel. Sure she's neurotic and power-hungry, but he still cares about her. Second to Jesus she is his favorite Jew. Plus, after their short-lived romance he's felt something between them that he tries hard to ignore. After knocking Quinn up, and ruining the Quinn/Finn relationship, he's extra-careful about who he pursues.

By now Puck is knocking on the thick, oak door of the Berry's. He waits patiently for a response.

After a minute he knocks again, and this time Rachel answers the door. Her cheeks are stained with tears and her nose is red from blowing it.

"Noah, what are you doing here?" she asks eagerly.

"Finn was just at my house talking about the breakup and I was… worried I guess. Are you okay?"

Rachel shrugs. "Not exactly. The boy I've been in love with for two years just took a machete to my heart. School is going to be hell, especially now that Jacob's blog is going to know that Finn and I are – were – together. Oh god, Noah, I am so embarrassed."

"Why? Finn's an ass," Puck says as he and Rachel go into the house.

"I wish I could feel that way, but… he's the first boy to ever make me feel…" Rachel sniffs. "He's the first boy to make me feel like there's something more to me than just… plain me."

"Awh, Rachel. If you're counting on Finn to be your big love, you're not as smart as I thought you were. He's a punk. When he thought he was Quinn's baby daddy he had no idea what he was going to do. Sure there's a little room for uncertainty when it comes to that stuff, but he was totally clueless. How can a kid like that be the "big love"?"

Suddenly, Rachel starts sobbing and wraps her arms around Noah. The boy holds his friend close and lets her cry. Before either one knows what is happening, they are upstairs, lying on Rachel's bed and making out passionately. Tongues are fighting for dominance when Rachel abruptly pulls away and breathlessly mumbles, "Stop."

Blood wasn't exactly flowing only to Puck's ears, and he wanted her badly, but when Rachel repeats her command he knows she is right.

"I'm sorry, we shouldn't have... I shouldn't have… this is wrong. I'm sorry."

Noah Puckerman left, leaving both Rachel and himself to wonder the same thing: What is next?

-glee-

The last bell rings just as everyone in Glee takes their seat.

"Okay, is anyone ready to perform a song for this week's assignment?" Mr. Schuester asks the class.

Rachel stands up, saying, "I'd like to go, Mr. Schuester."

"Alright! Go for it!" Mr. Schuester smiles.

The girl stands up from her seat in the front row and takes a deep breath, straightening out her green plaid skirt, which matches her white blouse perfectly, "As I'm sure most of you already know, the once on-top Finchel is no more after someone – who shall remain nameless – decided he wasn't ready for a relationship. So in honor of the breakup I've decided to choose a song that not only speaks of ending a relationship, but also of what I want this year to be about: me being on my own."

Ignoring Finn's reddening face Rachel shakes her hair out of her face.

"Girls, feel free to join in at any time," Rachel says with a smirk.

Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac

Rachel: Loving you isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel? If I could, maybe I'd give you my world. How can I when you won't take it from me?

Santana, Brittany, and Quinn join.

You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. Another lonely day. You can go your own way. Go your own way!

Tell me why, everything turned around. Packing up, shacking up's all you wanna do. If I could, baby I'd give you my world. Open up, everything's waiting for you!

You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. Another lonely day. You can go your own way. Go your own way!

Mercedes and Tina stand and join in.

You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. Another lonely day. You can go your own way. Go your own way! You can call it another lonely day!

You can go your own way! You can call it another lonely day! You can go your own way!

All of the girls that got up take their seats and everyone applauds at the fantastic performance. Before Rachel takes a seat, she looks up at Finn and gives him a smirk. She looks away before she can see the annoyance on his face.

"That was fabulous Rachel!" Mr. Schue tells the brown haired girl. "Is anyone else performing?"

Santana raises her hand and says, "Brittany and I would like to go."

"Take your stage, ladies," Mr. Schue replies with enthusiasm.

Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cindy Lauper

Santana: I come home in the morning light, my mother says when you gonna live your life right? Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones. And girls they want to have fun.

Both: Oh girls just want to have fun

Brittany: The phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells what you gonna do with your life? Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one. But girls they want to have fun.

Both: Oh girls just want to have..

That's all they really want! Some fun! When the working day is done, girls - they want to have fun. Oh girls just want to have fun.

Santana: Some boys take a beautiful girl, and hide her away from the rest of the world.

Brittany: I want to be the one to walk in the sun. Oh girls they want to have fun.

Both: Oh girls just want to have..

That's all they really want! Some fun! When the working day is done, girls - they want to have fun. Oh girls just want to have fun, they want to have fun, they want to have fun!

Once again, the girls take their seats and marvel in the applause everyone is giving them.

"And in case you didn't get our message, it was that Britt and I are going to have fun; no worries, no pain. Our year is going to be off-the-wall-awesome. And if anyone screws with that I will take my freshly sharpened—"

"Okay, Santana! Thanks, girls. Great job," Mr. Schue says. "I'd love for more to perform, but we need to talk about this year guys. First off, Sectionals isn't too far away, and we are going to have some tough competition. And we don't want a repeat of Regionals. We need to be serious this year. Now we won't get too detailed today, but I want you to know it won't be like last year."

Everyone nods their head in understanding, not wanting to lose again like last year.

The bell to leave rings and everyone stands up to go.

"Great job to the ladies who performed today! Keep working on your songs everyone else!"

Before Puck reaches the door, Santana grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him away from the door.

"Not so fast, Mohawk." Santana reaches over and shuts the door after everyone files out the door and the two are left alone in the choir room.

"What's up with you ogling Berry? And don't act like you weren't because the first minute we walked in here you've been undressing her with your eyes. Is this another Jew thing?"

"Santana, you have no idea what you're talking about," Puck replies, rolling his eyes and moving to leave.

"Oh, no. We are no done. Puckerman, in case you forgot, I'm about the realest girl you'll ever meet, minus the fun-bags I bought myself. So spill, I promise, these perfect lips are sealed."

Puck stares at Santana, considering his options.

"Okay, fine. I don't know, but ever since our last make-out session, I've been having weird feelings for Rachel. And not just wanting to violate her pureness. I know, I'm crazy. But last night I went to check on her after her and Finn broke up, and I don't know. She was crying in my arms one minute, and the next my tongue was down her throat. I wasn't taking advantage, I actually wanted to."

Puck waits a beat for Santana to respond, and she doesn't.

"Say something."

Santana opens her mouth but quickly closes it. She opens it again, though, and says, "Okay, it seems like you're being serious. Although I don't understand why you choose now to have feelings for someone, and why that someone is one Yentl, but whatever.

"What I've got to say is: tell her how you feel, but give her some time. We all know she obsessed over Frankenteen for years, God only knows why, and now her heart is broken, and she's vulnerable. Don't jump in, because she doesn't know what she wants right now."

"Okay, but what do I do?"

"Just be there for her. As a friend. Don't be playing tonsil hockey every time she bawls her eyes out. When she's over it, you tell her. Don't expect anything. Give her space and time. There's not much else you can do."

Puck sighs and looks up at his friend. "Thank you, Santana. I know this is weird for you, but it is for me too."

"Yeah, whatever. I just don't want any details about what her nipples look like, alright?"

Puck shakes his head and opens the door.

"You're the best, Santana."

She smiles. "Hell yeah I am."

-glee-

Kurt and Blaine sit on the couch in the Hummel's house, watching Grey's Anatomy.

Suddenly Kurt sits up and asks Blaine, "So who do you like more, Cristina or Meredith?"

Blaine shrugs and answers, "I honestly don't care for either of them, I don't even watch this show unless I'm with you."

Kurt rolls his eyes, "God, Blaine, would you quit acting like that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're so bored with everything we do together. We used to have so much fun this summer."

Blaine looks at Kurt, "Well, maybe things have changed. Maybe I have changed."

"What are you saying?" Kurt looks at the younger boy questioningly.

"Nothing, just never mind. I think I need to get home now, anyways." Blaine gives Kurt a quick peck on the mouth, grabs his blazer, and heads for the door.

"Okay, see you later, then," Kurt says with no enthusiasm. He rolls his eyes and turns up the volume on the TV just as Blaine shuts the door.

-glee-

Sam and Brittany sit in the blonde girl's bedroom, nonchalantly playing with Lord Tubbington.

"So," Brittany says out of the blue, "Santana told me about your little secret. I totally didn't believe that lip story. I mean, they could've just added another wing onto the house to fit your mouth!"

"Brittany, you can't tell anyone!" Sam insists, "This is a huge secret."

"It's okay Hammy Sammy, but that's not why I brought this whole thing up. Do you think any of the guys at school are for you? At McKinley people are pretty open to different types of love. Well, not really, but the Glee kids are."

"That's kind of personal Brittany."

The Cheerio shrugs, "I think it's a fair trade, you saw Santana and I playing around. The least you could do is share."

"You won't tell anyone… right?"

"No one except Santana, but I have to tell her because best friends tell each other everything."

Sam lets out a sigh, "Okay, that's fair. There's one guy who's in glee…"

"Oh my gosh! It's not Finn is it? Because if it is Santana will stop being your friend."

"No, no, it's not Finn. It's, uh, it's that new guy Blaine? I don't know, he just kind of gets me. We haven't even spoken, so the whole idea is just insane. And in fact I shouldn't even be crushing, he's dating that Kurt kid and I shouldn't be gay."

"Why not?" Brittany asks her cousin.

"That's why I'm here in the first place. I need to just get rid of all the "impure thoughts" as my dad put it. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, I'm not judging you and Santana."

"What?"

"Aren't you and Santana kind of… together?"

"No way, what we do is just two friends talking with their tongues really close, Santana told me that."

Sam raises an eyebrow, "If you say so cuz, just… you can't tell anyone about this crush thing okay? That would be super bad and I don't need any bad publicity at McKinley, people already think I'm a big lipped freak and I've only been there two days."

"Maybe people would change their minds if you were yourself," the girl says before standing up, "I'll be right back, I have to go get some meatloaf for Lord Tubbington's dinner."

As Brittany walks out of the room, her red skirt sways in sync with her ponytail, Sam begins to wonder if she was right. Maybe he needed to be honest, of course he wasn't sure about what he needed to be honest about. Was he gay or bisexual? Was he just curious? He was confused, that was for sure. Most of all he was scared. Scared of what people at school would say if he was… gay, he knew that his parents already couldn't deal and he was worried that the school's populous would have the same reaction. He needed to figure this out.

Quickly Sam pulls out his phone and runs through his contacts, finding a number he had just added into his phone the day before. He presses dial and waits three rings before there is an answer.

"Trouty, Trouty, Trouty. Couldn't get enough Santana for one day?" the girl asks sarcastically.

"Something like that… Santana, can we talk?"

The girl can sense the seriousness in Sam's voice and replies just as seriously, "Of course."

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