This is a 637 word drabble about Santana coming out to the Glee Club. I didn't include the song she sang, because I find it really off putting when the author uses a song the I feel the character would never sing, so you guys can decide what she sings :)

All day I felt nervous. If I was still a Cheerio I'd probably have been kicked off the team for making the school stink of fear, or something along those lines.

I took a detour to the bathroom before Glee Club, part of me hoping that if I stalled long enough, there wouldn't be time. I fixed my hair with shaky hands, trying to calm myself. I rehearsed what I was going to say, making sure I had it word-perfect and wouldn't stutter, which wasn't likely. I'd decided to keep it short and simple.

I walked down the hall to the choir room, my heart beating fast, so nervous I was almost dizzy. I paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, but only succeeding in making myself more nervous than I already was. It's not that big a deal. Brittany's right - it's Glee Club. Of course they'll accept you.

I entered the room, exchanging a quick nod with Brad as I crossed to stand in the centre of the room."Guys." Everyone looked at me. They'd all stopped talking, so they'd obviously noticed I was nervous. Normally you'd have to yell to stop everyone talking. "I have something I'd like to perform." I smiled apprehensively at Brittany, before nodding to Brad.

They all sat in silence, as if they were trying to figure out if I'd really meant what they thought I meant. I wanted to look at Brittany for reassurance that everything was ok, but I knew that if I did I would cry, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I took advantage of their momentary silence to clarify exactly what I wanted to say."I'm a lesbian." I tried to hide my hands, so that no one would see them shaking, but knew that it was pointless. "I- I've put off telling anyone because I'm- I'm afraid." What happened to not stuttering, Lopez? "I'm afraid of all the talks, and the looks and- and what everyone will say behind my back. But I can't hide anymore. Not from you guys, anyway. I know that the rest of the school will find out eventually but even though I'm afraid, I don't care anymore."

They all looked shocked. No one said anything, until Puck stood up. Part of me was terrified - I knew he didn't throw kids in dumpsters anymore, but I knew what he could do if he didn't like you - until he hugged me. "We knew, Lopez." He said so I only I could hear, in a tone that seemed almost affectionate. "And if Karofsky or anyone gives you any crap about it, I'll kick their ass, okay?"

"I can handle them," I replied, but my voice cracked.

Puck pulled away, and I found myself getting hugged by Quinn. "Finally." She giggled, before everyone else joined us, reassuring me that they all knew, and it didn't matter.

"Because we're a family." Brittany had added brightly, which everyone happily agreed with.

"Hey, guys." Mr Schue entered the room, and we all scattered to our seats - I took the seat next to Brittany. "I have a great idea for our next assignment…"

I switched off as Mr Schue rambled on, trying to discreetly wipe the tears from my eyes. I smiled as Brittany took my hand to link our pinkies together, and looked at her to mouth the words "Proudly so."

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