The halls of Mckinley High School were quiet and it was dark. Santana was here because Kurt had asked to meet with her after school. After everyone had left Santana went to her locker where they had decided to meet. She didn't know why he would want to see her, but she didn't want to be home alone. She stopped and took in a deep breath before walking to her locker. There were so many memories here and she could barely handle it. It had been a week since she had walked away from Brittany after pouring her heart out to her. These lockers had seen so many things, good and bad. Santana shook her head and touched her locker's lock. She turned as she heard heavy boots clanking and disturbing the peaceful, yet creepy, quiet of the hallway. When she looked at the thin figure strutting towards her she recognized it as Kurt Hummel. She checked her phone to see he was right on schedule. She nodded towards him and he gave a smirk and stopped a few feet away from her.

"I know." He said.

She looked him right in the eyes and sent a confused expression his way.

"I know about you and Brittany."

Her name sent an arrow through her chest. She bit her lip and wiped away a tear before looking at him and speaking.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Santana, I know we aren't the greatest of friends. But I also know how bad it hurts. Just talk to me."

"I can't."

She looked at him with pleading eyes. She couldn't handle this right now, it was too early. She couldn't even think about Brittany without it killing her inside. How could she voice her thoughts and still keep it together?

"Sant-"

"Look. Just stop. I can't do this. I appreciate the offer bu-"

"Santana. Listen. To. Me. I know how bad you're hurting. You need to know you aren't alone. I know how much you love her. "

"Fuck you, Kurt! You have Blaine who loves you back. He loves you and you two are great together and you love each other. I pour my heart out to the one person who gets me to feel something real. To the one person who gets me to open up and she rejects me for some stupid boy! You can't say you know how I'm feeling right now. You can't say you know how much it hurts. You can't, Kurt. You just can't."

Santana's eyes burn with a flood of tears longing to flow out and her face is hot and her nostrils are flared with anger. She could hit him right now. Santana looks at Kurt and his eyes are red and there are tears slowly coming out. She's hurt him, but she doesn't care. Can't care. Won't care. She cares. She cares too much and that's a problem.

"Kurt I'm sorry. I'm going home."

She looks at him once more and he's still crying and his face is white as a ghost. She turns around and walks out of the hallway, out of the school, and out of the situation.