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THIS IS A TRANSGENDER!SLASH STORY
Sup peeps, this is my new Transgender story. I know this is such an odd pairing, Santana and Kurt, but Santana is just the bisexual-female version of Puck so it can't be that odd. On dA I asked people to choose among Rachel, Brit, and Santana to be the next victim to be transgender and Santana won :'D
So, a new pairing is made! Hummel/Lopez (aka Lopmel or Humpez lol)
Possible pairings:
Santana/Puck (Friends with benefits)
Santana/Kurt (Maybe one-sided?)
Santana/Britney (one-sided)
(lol love triangles)
Plus cannon
Warnings: Tons of self hate, hardcore "Christian" views of gender identity, foul language, Transsexual bashing, Gay bashing, possible smutt and so much more.
.o0o. Santana POV .o0o.
Today is not a good day, but then again everyday is a horrible day. Today is the last straw though; it's eating away to me as I stare at my reflection wishing to be anyone else, not just anyone though. Some guy, an actor, a hot model, hell even Puck would do good. Sighing, I place the female uniform for the Cheerios, kind of hoping it will change to a male one when I close my eyes but to be disappointed when I open them.
Wishing and hoping is for losers, I'm stuck like this forever. Scoffing at my stupid decision to get implants, an attempt to make myself normal to fit in with the other girls, I put on the Cheerio jacket, happy that it covers up the biggest mistake ever. I still frown, thinking I should just put on normal clothing, guy clothing to feel comfortable but Coach will probably yell at me. Pulling my hair back into a tight pony tail, I glare at myself.
"Santana, Britney is here." My mother yells out from downstairs.
I scream an okay, hurting my voice but liking the feeling since it gives me a deeper and huskies voice if I yell a lot, making my sound more like a guy. I jump, twirl a bit, then wrinkle my nose at my reflection. "This is the best it gets, San." I sigh, placing my shoes on, I run out of my messy room. Britney is sitting in the kitchen, smiling at everything my mother says even though Brit probably doesn't understand my mother's trashy accent. My mom thinks she's still living in the ghetto, which is so embarrassing. "Hey, B. Ready to go?" I smile, trying to push away all the thoughts of what happen upstairs.
She nods; looking me up and down, a small frown is placed on her pink glossy lips. "Artie and Puck are waiting in the car." She perks up, jumping from her seat at the thought of her boyfriend. I roll my eyes, not that I don't like Artie but he totally stole my girl so he lost points for me being nice to him unless Brit is around. My mom leaves the room, telling me to behave at school like I'm a little kid. I flip her off when her back is turn, earning a giggle from the blonde. "Oh, I also got some more money!" She takes out her Hello Kitty wallet and passes a twenty. "For the you-know-what." She hums, nodding for our little secret.
"Brit, I told you I don't need-"
"But I want to help!" She pouts, pulling me to leave the house as I place the money in my pocket. "We are besties, we have to help each other."
I wish I can kiss her. I wish I can take her away from Artie and be the only man she will think about. It's sick though, since I'm not a man and probably will never be. I take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her soft hands as I squeeze and pull her outside, we rush to Puck's truck. Britney sitting with her lame nerdy boyfriend in the back as they share a sicking sweet kiss and giggle, I roll my eyes as Puck gives me a look that reads "I know you are jealous." I flip him off as a hello. I need to punch someone.
"I hope Rachel is sick today." I groan, getting comfortable in the sit, watching the world flash by as Puck speeds to school.
"Why's that?" Puck chuckles.
"I fucking hate that bitch." I look at my nails, seeing they are growing a bit long as I am trying to keep them short to at least have my hands like a guy. "I swear, if I hear one more time about how she is not getting a solo Imma smack her."
Puck lets out a roar of laughter, slapping the wheel and speeding up making my fear for my life. Artie yells at Puck which calms him down. "Anyways, Rachel been mellow out since her and Finn broke up." Puck takes a deep breath. Oh yeah. I smirk at the thought. "Which was kind of a bitch thing to do, San."
"So?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Just saying, we could have lost sectionals cause of that mess."
"If Hudson kept it in his pants, it wouldn't have been a problem." I huff, crossing my legs at the memory. It hurt a bit realizing what I am doing to myself, I'm gonna make myself go insane with all this. "He sucked in bed anyways."
"Ah, you like them like Puckzilla?" Puck nudges me.
"Ew. No." I glare at him, "You guys have no idea to please the female body."
"Ouch!" Britney giggles, jumping in her seat.
"Point for Santana!" Artie laughs, patting Puck's seat. "Dude, I am sorry but that was a pwnage right there."
"That's why you always come for more." Puck growls, trying to redeem himself.
Artie and Britney say a long oh, also if trying to get us to fight more. I laugh though, "You wish. I only come back cause you last a minute longer than everyone else."
"Aww, thank you." Puck pinches my still crossed legs.
"Fuck you." I flip him off once more, really getting angry at the thought of sex as a woman now.
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"YOU BITCH!" I scream, pulling off my jacket throwing it away from me not caring if it gets dirty or lost. "I will kill you! Get back here!" I run after Jew-fro as he cries, running as fast as he can to get away from me.
"Santana!" Someone grabs my arm to pull me back, my back hitting their chest as another person tries to hold me back and Mercedes getting my my face as I struggle to get free.
"Aw hell nah, you better not be trying to get in a fight." Mercedes places both hands on my shoulders. "He did nothing anyways."
"He called me a fucking dyke in those blogs!" I scream, struggling to get free. "I'm so going to cut his dick off and stick them down his throat! YOU BETTER FUCKING HIDE, LOSER!" I scream after the guy who is long gone. I take a deep breath, calming myself. "Okay, let me go. I'm done." I sigh, shrugging off Mercedes and whoever else is touching me. I turn to see the shock faces of many losers of McKinley and the guys of glee... All of them where holding me back. I grin at the feeling of knowing I totally kick ass. "So, what's for lunch?" I brush off the wrinkles on my uniform and fitting the length of the skirt, pushing it down more as I feel uncomfortable.
"You just tried to kill someone and you want to know what's for lunch?" Sam ask, clearly confused. "You're like a serial killer."
"You're point?" I snap at him, "Look, Lady Lips, I'm hungry! Maybe I need some food in my body after I try killing people, it's normal."
"Just not the part when you try to kill someone." Mike mutters, he looks away from my glare.
I roll my shoulders, grabbing my jacket from some nerd who was sniffing it as I shove him into a locker and make my way to the cafeteria for some food. Man, I hope they are serving chicken nuggets. Before I go through the door, Britney gives me a look. Uh oh, she wants to talk to me. Sighing, I follow my friend through the halls. She pulls me into the ladies room, looking around making sure we are the only ones here, which I thank god she does, then turns giving me a stern look.
"You need to stop getting into so many fights." The blonde frowns pouting a bit. "This is like your fifth fight today. Why are you like this?" I sigh, turning around to look at myself in the mirrors. Growling in disgust, I turn away. This must have been a huge hint to Britney as she takes my hands in hers. "Is it because if your problem."
I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Yeah, actually yeah it is the reason. I'm just angry all the time and I need a way to let it out."
"But you shouldn't be causing fights!" She stomps her feet. "You need to talk it out! I saw it on Sesame Street! It's healthy this way." I groan, leave it to Brit to bring in a little kids show. "Ah! I know! Kurt is like you!"
"What? No!" I gasp, "Are you insane? Kurt is just gay, not trans. Totally different!"
"But he has a girly face." she says all innocent like, "And I know at those gay channels gays and your kind are always together! So, he orally understands!"
"I highly doubt it, B."
"Please? For me? Just tell him? I can't be the only one who knows this, I'm still confused."
Honey you will always be confused.
It was nerve wrecking to come out to Britney, but in the end it wasn't that bad since she was so clueless about being a transsexual meant but she keep her promise to never bring it up when around a lot of people. I didn't need rumors on being a Tranny, it will ruin my life. Being gay is hard enough in Ohio, imagine being trans. I could be killed, but I'm way too badass to get hurt anyways. Maybe it will do me some good to tell Kurt. Sure we never been on friendly terms but he does understand being different. On the plus side he goes to a different school so he can't blab about it either. "Fine." I sigh out, "I'm doing this for you though."
"Yay!" She grabs me into a fierce hug that knocks the air out of me. She then takes her cell out and hands it over. "Call him."
"Ummm... What?" I gap at her. No way I'm telling life important events on the phone. She gives me a cute attempt at a glare. Rolling my eyes, I take it from her. Damn, Britney is lucky I still have a thing for her. Going through her contacts, I call Kurt silently wishing he doesn't pick up but I should have known better that wishing does nothing for me ever.
"Hello? Brit, I'm busy right now."
I take a deep breath, "Hey Hummel."
.o0o. Kurt POV .o0o.
Blaine is every gay man's dream. Seriously, listening to him sing makes me melt so many ways and makes my heart pound cater and faster as if to burst. I'm totally in love with him! Finally! In love with a gay guy! I just got to play it cool for now on and try to get the message across I want him without seeming desperate. Blaine says something funny to us, I totally miss it but I laugh anyways letting it end with a dreamy sigh as I stare into those brown eyes.
My cell goes off ruining the perfect moment. Checking to see who I can just ignore, I frown seeing Britney calling me. This is odd, she hasn't called me ever. Only time was the short-lived moments of us dating.
"Hello? Brit, I'm busy right now." I sigh into my cell, staring at Blaine who smiles warmly at me. God that boy is pretty.
"Hey, Hummel." A slightly deeper voice answers, who is totally not Britney...
"Who is this?" I frown, turning my body away so I'm not staring at Blaine.
"Wow, I'm so hurt. It's Santana." A bitchy reply comes through. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap." She sighs.
Whoa... Something is up. "Is something wrong?" Santana doesn't reply. I almost think she hung up but I hear a sigh from her instead. Standing up, I motion to the guys I am leaving. Blaine frowns but watches me go. Aww! He wanted me to stay! "What's up? You're kind of freaking me out." I walk to my room, smiling at the people I walk by.
"It's Britney's idea for me to talk to you." She lets out a sigh again, "She thinks I should talk to some within the community." I can tell she is rolling her eyes at that.
"And what community is that?"
"LGBT one." She laughs without humor.
"Oh..." Awkward...
"Can we talk in person? Coming out like this is not cool and I'm a nerves wreck right now and is in need to punch someone out."
"Um... Sure? We can meet at the mall; it's half away for both of us."
"True... See you at five?"
"Sure."
She doesn't even say bye as I hear the tone of the call ended. Frowning, I stare at my cell trying to figure out what just happen. Is... Is Santana coming out as a lesbian? This is weird.
A soft knock hits my door, shaking off thoughts of the Latina, I open it to see my crush smiling at me. Oh Blaine, how I just want to jump you right now.
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Even though I'm only meeting Santana, I make sure I'm dress to impress as you never know who you can run into at the mall. Sitting inside at the entrances, I look at my cell to see the time.
She's late.
Sighing, I fit my shirt as a few girls look at me and giggle. Ugh, look all you want girls, I'm gay. I glance around trying to find the Hispanic girl but frown when I don't see her. This better not be some kind of joke. I could be using this time to get with Blaine! I stare at my cell once more, glaring at the numbers.
"You don't look good when glaring." A voice causes me to jump, as I look up to see Santana. She smirks, knowing she made me jump. I glare at her then notice her clothing. I hardly ever saw her in normal attire for this is quite odd. Mostly since her clothing is rather androgynous, I would assume she would whore herself. "Like what you see?" She laughs, placing her hands in her black sweater's pockets.
"No." I scoff, "Though I wonder who you are taking fashion advice from."
"From normal teenagers." She glares at me, pulling her rainbow knitted beanie down a bit to cover her hair. "At least I look cool." She crosses her arms, "And it's cheap."
"Honestly, you look like a hobo."
"Oh fuck you, Hummel!" She flips me off.
"Oh you wish, bitch!" I growl, standing up. "I don't need this. I'm going back to school."
"Wait!" Britney comes over, with candy in her hands as I didn't realize her as she stood at the candy store nearby. "San is being a meanie cause of her problem… What's it called?"
Santana slaps her forehead, "Not now, Brit."
"But you promise!"
"I will tell him, just chill. Go to build-a-bear."
"Oooh! They have that here?" She runs off to find the store, leaving a pissed of girl with me.
I stare at Santana who was taking deep breaths, looking around as if someone was probably following her, which I hope not. "We should follow her so she doesn't get lost." The brunette sighs, folksinger her friend as I tag along. "Anyways, if we move and I tell you no one can hear."
"Honestly, Santana, being gay is not bad." I place my hand on her arm. "Guys love lesbians, you have it easier." I say trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not a fucking lesbian, Hummel!" She pulls her arm away from me like I was fire. I gasp at her, putting a bit distance from her. People stop and stare at us as Santana frowns as she notices what happen; she rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Sorry, sorry for being a douche. I'm just like… Scared." She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide. "I told Brit but she is so confused on deep meaningful things, that's why she wanted me to tell you, plus the whole community thing."
"I'm confused right now." I take a small step back to her, feeling a bit bad for her.
Santana laughs, "Yeah, well I would be too if a bitch starts rambling." She takes a deep breath once more, stopping in her path as I stop before her. "Kurt... I haven't told anyone but Britney." I nod, taking note that this is serious. "I'm... I'm a boy." I blink at her in confusion, she frowns at this. "Wait, better wording." She laughs nervously. "I'm a Transsexual."
"Oh."
Didn't see that one coming.
TBC?