Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee

Thank you KlainesSecretChild for giving me the opportunity to adopt this fic as my own. Here goes nothing...

The Plan

Kurt sat bolt upright on the stage, watching the madness unfold around him. Finn was passed out, coiled around a cushion, which he seemed extremely protective of. He was twenty minutes into the dreadful party when he realised that he and Finn were not the only slightly sober guests at the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza. He had glanced over at Blaine, who was drunkenly running around with Puck, and found a weepy Santana Lopez sitting against the wall, cradling her legs tightly. He had wandered over to her, only to be pulled away by Lauren, who had wanted to "cuddle him like the teddy bear he was"

Lauren had squashed him against Rachel's couch and held him like a doll. She had only relented when Rachel announced the wicked, evil game she called Spin the Bottle. This can only end badly, Kurt had thought before huffing loudly and squeezing himself in between Blaine and Tina, who looked at him happily, and he realized she was also sober. Or partly.

Artie had grabbed the bottle eagerly and flicked his wrist before twirling the bottle, which had landed on Mercedes. Mercedes crawled to Artie's chair, before locking lips with him, cueing immature outbursts of "TONGUE" from Brittany. Mercedes spun on the blonde girl, and Brittany knelt against Mercedes kissing her sweetly, before licking her lips, declaring that Mercedes tasted like cherry, and then began humming "I Kissed a Girl", before realising she was supposed to spin. She had spun the bottle on Sam, and the two kissed passionately.

Completely disregarding the rules, Rachel snatched the glass bottle from the floor and spun it. Kurt followed the head of the bottle, before agonisingly watching it point at none other than Blaine Anderson, his best friend and the object of Kurt's affections. Santana winced inwardly when nobody was paying her attention. All of the food Kurt had consumed that day threatened to make a disgusting reappearance and his head was spinning. Blaine surely couldn't kiss Rachel. She's a girl. Right?

You kissed Brittany last year, an obnoxious voice in his thoughts reminded him. He growled quietly, but no quietly that nobody would notice. Tina turned her head a fraction and frowned at him. Kurt shrugged it off and she nodded.

It was bad enough that he had transferred to Dalton, never mind be distant from his best friends. From what he heard from Finn, Mercedes had a completely new life. She was dating Shane Tinsley of the football team and she was eating healthier. She never even acknowledged Kurt anymore. She probably didn't have time for him.

He texted Tina and Brittany on occasion, but a lot of the time he was eyebrow deep in schoolwork so he couldn't hold conversations with them. He knew that Brittany was still with Artie, which left Santana bitter. Kurt knew all about her love for her best friend, even if she denied it. Tina was still going strong with Mike, and nothing much went on her life worth holding full length conversations about. Kurt supposed this was good. There was no drama concerning Tina, unlike Rachel and Finn.

He was brought back to the hellish reality of the party when Rachel and Blaine attacked each other's face hungrily, tongues slipping into each other's mouths as soon as they attached. Kurt could predict certain tears slipping down his porcelain face, so he stood and scarpered from the room before his façade dropped off completely. He stumbled around helplessly until he came across the bathroom, where he gripped the pristine sink with strength he was unaware he possessed until his knuckles turned a bright shade of white. There was a mirror at his eye level with he glared into, watching the salty substance seep from his eyes.

He imagined that everybody was too immersed in watching them eat each other's faces rather than follow him, making sure he was okay. He thought his assumption was accurate until a sharp rap on the door interjected his pity party.

"Hello?" He called.

"It's Santana." Santana's voice responded.

Kurt had never really considered himself friends with Santana. He respected her ferocity and self-esteem but they'd never really been close. In fact, it was her who had thought of numerous sexuality jokes directed at him. He was probably wrong to judge her, though. Blaine had been the best to him, but look were he was. Sucking Berry's face.

"Come in." Kurt choked out in between heavy sobs. The door opened and Santana's face was a mixture of pity, anger and comfort.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Kurt inquired sharply, expecting that was the reason she had appeared in the bathroom.

"No. I just wanted to see how you were." She said genuinely.

"I'm fine." Kurt lied. He sniffled traitorously, unravelling more tissue and dabbing his eyes with the soft material. Santana smiled at him,

"No, you're really not. I know it's hard, Kurt." She clarified sweetly.

"Do you?"

"Not really, but I can empathise. But first you need to explain everything."

"I feel really numb, Santana. Like my world has stopped spinning. Frozen in horror. Forever. I feel like I'm in the Thriller video." Kurt moaned. She grabbed his hand affectionately and led him to spare bedroom that Rachel had directed them to upon arrival if they felt to need to…fornicate was the term she'd used.

She flopped onto the comfortable bed and he followed suit.

"Is this some kind of intense therapy?" Kurt had asked. Santana laughed but shook her head.

"I just want to get to the root of your problems, to help you and see whose ass I need to kick." Santana explained heartily.

"Why? You've never given a damn before!" Kurt raised his voice a fraction, his rage slowly oozing out of him.

"Easy, Kurt, calm down a little. I just…I've seen firsthand how good you are to Brittany and she's told how much you mean to her. I've always respected you, Kurt. I respect how you've been so open and so true to yourself no matter what happens to you.

"The thing you need to know is that I'm wildly protective. I'll give my life for the people I care about. I care about you, Kurt. You're brave, intelligent, stylish and strangely sexy." Santana gave him a toothy smile.

"Thank you for that sentiment, Santana. That means a lot, especially coming from somebody like you. It's Blaine. I'm deeply, and madly infatuated with this boy. He's just…everything I've ever wanted."

"What about Finn?"

"Finn…Finn Hudson was the epitome of perfect for me last year. He was supportive, kind and everything I looked for. Then I realised I didn't love Finn. I loved the idea of having Finn. If that makes any sense whatsoever."

Santana nodded.

"I love Blaine, Santana. And I can't believe he'd do something like this. I know we're not together but we're the closest thing to boyfriends without actually being boyfriends. I loved him because of who he was. And for him to actually tell me that he likes kissing Rachel, it just destroyed me." Kurt was freely sobbing, tears cascading heavily down his face. Santana found some tissues on a shelf and retrieved them, whipping one out and passing it to the broken boy on the bed.

Kurt sniffled heavily into the fabric and lay back.

"On another note, do you miss us?" Santana asked, studying her nails before looking up at the boy.

"More than you know." Kurt conceded, not bothering to replace his veneer before continuing.

"Why don't you come back?"

"It's not as simple as that, Santana. My parents gave up their Hawaii honeymoon for me to be safe. I'll finish the two weeks I have left of the semester and I'll try and organise something. I really want to come back. I do."

"That's a good plan I suppose." Santana replied.

"I can't go back out there, Santana. I can't face him now." Kurt said softly.

"You can. Be strong, Kurt. Have courage." Kurt winced.

"That's what Blaine said to me. About Karofsky."

"I'll talk to you about Karofsky later. What I need to know now is how hard you would like me to punch "Bland" out there!"

"As much as that would cheer me up, Santana, I'm not sure it'd do anybody any good. Except you, of course."

"What about you?"

"He'd probably just convince Wes to kick me out of the Warblers. I love the Warblers, even if I don't get any solos…"

"You WHAT? You're like the most talented human I know. Maybe even more talented than myself." Santana remarked with a huge amount of sass.

"Thank you, Santana for that backhanded compliment. Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? I can't help feeling that nobody will ever like me."
Santana looked aghast.

"Kurt, if you were straight, I'd have jumped your bones months ago without hesitation. Frodo's just too oblivious to see how sexy you are, Kurt."

"I'm…sexy?"

"Yes, extremely so. So, I have a proposal for you."

"This cannot be in any way good, but I'm listening." Kurt stated dryly.

"How about me and you ruling the school, being top bitches and doing whatever we want, and more importantly, whoever we want?" Santana proposed hopefully.

"As intriguing as that sounds, it's just not me."

"It's so you, Kurt. You're the bitchiest person I know. That's a good thing; don't take that as an insult. We can do this. Together." Santana held out her hand.

"There would be inclusions to our scheme, I'd expect?" Kurt predicted.

"Brittany and a few select people you choose." Santana informed him.

"Tina and Quinn." Kurt said without pause.

"And…" Santana trailed off, waiting for his next choices.

"Sam and Mike."

"Aw, has my boy got feelings for the Trout Mouth?"

"No. Sam's very attractive but I just don't see him in that way." Kurt lied. He was a scarily good liar, so Santana would never see through his disguise. In actual fact, Kurt had had a small bundle of feelings for Sam ever since duets week. They were tossed to the back of his mind though once he and Quinn had sung their mediocre duet.

"Really?" Santana raised an eyebrow.

"No. Yes, I have some feelings for Sam. Not that it matters, he's straight."

"Bisexual." Santana corrected.

"Seriously? How come my Gaydar failed on him."

"Because it's a Gaydar. Not a Bi-Dar."

"Good point." Kurt conceded.

"I thought you loved Bland anyway."

"So did I. I guess he's just a Finn. A fairytale gay image. He acted as more of a mentor than a friend to me. I was probably deluded. Don't worry; I will not include you in my psychosis." Kurt sighed, defeated.

"Good. So let's go out there and kick some hobbit ass. If we can unglue the Baggins' twins, that is."

Kurt laughed and had an uncanny feeling that Santana Lopez had become his new friend.