Santana Lopez felt uneasy. She had this weird feeling inside that she was being followed, however, whenever she would whip her head around to catch them, nobody could be found. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was probably that total creep Jacob Ben Israel. She wouldn't ever let him touch her, but she supposed it might be all right to let him ogle a bit. After all, Santana did like the attention.
An answer finally came after school was over for the day. Santana hadn't seen Brittany since fourth period, and was concerned that she might have gotten stuck in a corner of an empty classroom. She would simply pull her out and then they would walk together to Cheerios practice. When Santana strode into the empty Spanish classroom, she heard the door click shut behind her. She automatically felt her stomach drop. Santana spun around and spat out "What the hell?"
The boy smiled softy and leaned against the doorframe. "Hello, I'm Blaine Andrews." Santana recognized him from sectionals. She remembered having a vague feeling that something was going on between him and Kurt. Maybe her gaydar was malfunctioning. "Why don't you tell me why you've got me backed into an empty classroom? Boy, I know how to fight."
Blaine laughed, a musical little chuckle that rang through the air. "I don't doubt that, Santana. I was just hoping we could have a chat." He walked over to a desk and sat on it, eying her with a smile. Santana let out an impatient breath. "This better not take too long. I've got Cheerios practice and then Brits and I are going to get our nails done. " Blaine chucked again, giving a brief glance to the floor.
"Well, since you mention Brittany…" Blaine looked up, "That's kinda what I'm here to talk to you about." Santana simply stared at him. "What do you know about Brittany?" she asked slightly confused. "Uh, Kurt asked me to come talk to you." Blaine said softly. "I know you're confused, Santana. You aren't alone though. The sooner you can admit these things to yourself…" Blaine began what seemed to be a prepared speech, but Santana cut him off.
"Brittany and I may do it, but I'm not gay." she said shortly, walking towards the door. Blaine sighed and stood up. "I'm going to give you my number." he told her, grabbing a piece of paper and pen from his pocket. Santana considered going out the door, but instead found her self walking towards Blaine with her hand held out.
"You really like Kurt don't you? You wouldn't just do this. You don't know me." Santana said, talking the paper in her hand. Blaine smiled softly. "Yeah." he said sheepishly. "Thought so." Santana said, pocketing the paper and going towards the door. She paused right before she reached it, thinking hard. She really wanted to sit down and confess it all. She wanted to talk about how she loved Brittany. She wanted someone to listen. "It may seem hard, Santana. It gets easier." Blaine said from behind her. Santana bit her lip and walked out of the room.
It wasn't until she hit the showers after Cheerios practice that she allowed herself to cry.