sorry, Blaine appears later
CHAPTER 1
''What kind of words should I start the book with, to make people interested in?" he asked, looking at his companion, who definitely wasn't listening "Something mysterious or funny? A description or a dialogue?"
The girl turned the page of the book she was reading, her eyes were eating sentences, but her ears were completely turned off. She wasn't really interested.
"Santana!", the man thought she's going to ignore him one more time, but she sighed and rose her sight.
"It's your book" she said, putting strange accent on the word book. She was looking at him for a few seconds before coming back to reading.
"Why can't you help me?" he cried hopelessly, but he actually knew she's not going to help him. They have been sitting in this café for 2 hours, and she stopped listening an hour ago. You would say, it was supposed her to go, but she didn't "Please?"
The answer was – she loved him, and she would tolerate him forever. She was protective in good way, loyal and kind of patient, so she put the book away with sigh. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I have no idea about writing" she said and took her coffee from the table "And I'm quite sure you don't have as well"
"Oh come on, everybody started somewhere" he said.
"Yeah, but I don't think you're there yet" she said with a smile "What's your main plot?"
He looked at her strangely, winked few times "I just don't understand" he moaned finally, ignoring the question "It shouldn't be that hard"
"Why do you think that?"
"I read a lot of books, like a lot. I had written stuff in high school. It should be easy, like telling a story"
"But you don't even have an idea" Santana said, and he made this strange sound "Maybe you just need some inspiration"
"Yes" he straightened up catching up an idea "That's what I'm looking for" he said and she wasn't sure if he was serious "Another one?" he asked pointing at empty cup.
"Yep"
Kurt pointed at a waiter. His mind was running through book problem. Did he want to write a book? Not exactly... He wanted to do something. Anything. He sighed. That was the biggest problem of his. To make something. To create something. To achieve anything.
He was 20, he graduated high school a year ago, and while Santana had everything he had nothing.
The waiter came up and started to clean up the table, which was full of empty cups.
"What can I do for you?" he asked Santana, quite ignoring Kurt, what was quite normal.
"Just the same" she said with a smile, and waiter's response was a bit too confident. He looked at her peculiary and turned around. She was watching him as he was going.
"How is work?" Kurt asked her as he laughed in his head.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked shocked, turning her head to him "We finished. Yesterday! I told you"
"Oh, yeah, sorry" he said "you know I've been a little out"
"Right" she said annoyed "But why?"
"Because" he started slowly "I'm thinking about we-finished-shooting party?"
Santana laughed "That's a good one"
"And that was my next question. Will you help me with the party?" she asked.
"Of course" he told not surprised at all, it wasn't the first time. Actually it could be said that their parties were kind of famous.
"It's not going to be anything big" she said as she pulled out her phone and checked something "this Friday? Just few people"
Kurt looked at her doubtfully.
"Really, Kurt" she laughed "cast wasn't this time very numerous"
"No newbies?"
"Oh, I can't say" she smiled.
"Come on"
"Kurt, you know the rules"
"I do, but I don't get why this time everything is so mysterious"
"It's just a project" she said "How will people react when they're not going to get anything. Except few spoilers, you know. They should get even more excited"
"Oh, I'm sure they won't" he smiled playfully
"I'm sure they will"
"Good" he said "Tell me how it is possible to hide new actors' names?"
"Most of them are beginners" she shrugged "people will know at the premiere or few days before"
"Too complicated"
"It's not, just think..."
"Too complicated to me" he said, and Santana looked for hidden meaning of that. There was one, but she didn't catch up.
"I don't understand" she said "You should get it after all this time with me"
"It's not my world" he shrugged it off "What about this party?"
Santana looked at him for a little while "At my apartment, I told you it's not going to be big"
"Oh, like last time?"
"It was fun"
"It was, but you still owe me shoes" he told seriously.
"You'll get some soon"
"Shopping?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Bigger" she said "But I'm not going to tell you anything now"
"You're ridiculous"
"You love me"
"I do" he said and he wanted to add something but their waiter came up. He smiled at Santana as he put cups on the table. Kurt looked at him curiously. Is he going to do what he was expecting him to do?
Yes.
He winked at her.
Kurt tried not to burst into laughter. Santana looked almost disgusted.
As soon as waiter went Kurt stopped biting his tongue and laughed loudly.
"It's not very funny" she said "I don't know what they are thinking"
"Oh, come on" he laughed "you can be favorite lesbian of all the United States but you're still very attractive, beautiful and hot woman"
"Oh you say?"
"Like you didn't know, Satan"
Santana was 20 years old beautiful Latin woman. She had long, dark hair, perfect black eyebrows and sometimes she looked scary. Like Pocahontas. She was tall and slim, and you could see that she cared about herself. She had perfect make up, round nails and neat clothes.
"You know it's all so new for me" she said honestly, she started to care about her appearance maybe a year ago "and as I'm thinking now it's because of…"
"Brittany?" Kurt asked, but he actually knew the answer.
Santana nodded sadly. They were sitting in silence for a while. Kurt knew there was nothing he could say to her what would actually work.
"Are there any news?" he asked again, but he was sure she would tell him if she knew anything.
"No"
It was kind of weird to see her sad, it doesn't fit. But if you know her better, you would know that she had a lot tough time in her life. Kurt tried to smile at her.
"Satan, come on, it's going to be alright" he said but she stayed silent. Santana held her face in her hands and sighed. There's nothing more she could do.
"Better tell me about this guy you dated" she said.
"God, please no"
"Kurt, I'm sorry but you have too" she smiled a bit, and he sighed because he knew he has to do if he want her to have better mood.
"It was a disaster" he said "I don't know where you are finding this all creepy men"
"I have my ways" she told "tell me about him"
"He was nice, but he had really stupid jokes" he said "he was joking like all the time, and every next one was worse than the previous. And he didn't really care that I wasn't laughing"
"You know, it's not that bad" she said slowly
"Do you think I am desperate?" he asked, but he knew he was. That's why he had been making out with this guy.
"No, I don't" she said, but she didn't know what to think, too. She really wanted him to be happy "we're going to try next time"
"There won't be any next time, honey" he said, but he was pretty hypocrite.
"We'll see" she shrugged "maybe on my party?"
"Satan, if you are going to invite someone for me on your party I am going to kill you" he said loudly "I'm sick of this, I'm emotionally exhausted, I'm sick of romance, it's just not gonna happen"
"Kurt"
"No, I have no love life, no career" he told "no future, no life. I can't learn how to live if you're gonna help me"
"Kurt"
"I have to do it on my own"
"I know, Kurt, I'm sorry" she said reaching for his hand "I'm just worried"
"Don't be"
"It's not that easy" she smiled. He doesn't say a word "I will need your help with premiere outfit, Kurt"
"You know I'm helping you"
"I know, but maybe we can discuss it to make you happier?" Kurt smiled.
"Nice try"
"Thank you, I've been practicing"
"Then practice some bad words because waiter is staring at you" he said looking behind her.
She turned out "God" she said "Can we get the hell out of here?"
Kurt looked up at the waiter "Of course". He waved his hand at him and he quickly came.
"Can we have our receipt?" he asked.
"Of course" waiter said with big smile "I'll be here in a minute"
Santana was looking at her knees as long as he already left "Kill me"
"Come on"
"No, really"
"Satan"
"Kurt"
"There's your receipt" the waiter said and they both jumped a bit "and a little bonus from me" he handed her something. Santana looked at him seriously.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No"
"I'm gay" she growled "and I bet you know it"
"That's not a problem" he said with a smile, which Kurt could describe as disgusting.
"Hey, if you're interested in gays, what's kind of weird I'd say" he said and reached for receipt with a telephone number on it "then I would be honored to go out with you" Kurt smiled.
The waiter looked terrified "That's not what I…"
"Oh, I know exactly what you meant" Santana said tensed "And now freak off or I'm gonna make you buy him flowers" she closed her eyes and sighed loudly. How many more things like this have to happen to all men on the earth understand she wasn't interested. There was no waiter when she opened eyes. There was Kurt smiling at her.
"Freak off?"
"I'm trying not to curse" she said not smiling "Can we go now?"
"Yeah, sure" he said, left the money and stood up. They left quickly and they were going in silent for few minutes. Kurt's apartment was really close and that's why they came here very often. Kurt knew it's going to take him a while to cheer her up. It was hard to be a friend and Brittany to her. He missed her too. He didn't know if he could handle it on his own.
"God, I just freakin' hate men" Santana said finally.
"I know, babe"
"I don't mean I hate them... I just want to throw up every time I see that stupid horny face" she winced and looked at him "I'm so glad you're my friend, Kurt"
"I know, Satan, you know I love you too"
"I love the way you are a man" she said after few seconds, that was a good thought "so different than these idiots"
"Oh, come on, I am sometimes more girly than you are" he said with a smile.
"That's true" she laughed "I can't get all this Broadway thing of yours"
"No one does" Kurt sighed.
Santana smiled warmly and hugged is arm "Maybe it's better? We're in LA!"
"You're bit more in LA than I am" he said silently. Santana looked at him, trying to comfort him. She understood him and even though it was hard to help him.
"I'm sure when you're reach your success it's gonna be twice bigger than mine"
Kurt didn't say anything to it. Santana felt a bit bad for him like every day. He was so great, but so neglected.