My lesbro, I'm so proud of her. She's come out and got her girl, took her long enough though. It wasn't exactly a big shock to anyone anyways, I never really understood what the deal was really. They weren't exactly discreet or subtle about it. I remember the first time I realised. It was back in eighth grade. You see, I was quite the sexual predator back then, not that I am anymore, and was attempting to go through all the ladies in my class alphabetically. Anyways, I was up to P, which meant I was going to try and win myself Brittany Pierce. So, I saw her at her locker and decided to go talk to her. I approached her and said asked her out. She was like, I'll have to check with San but I think it'll be alright, I'll get back to you. I thought to myself, fair enough, girls do shit like that, right? But it was later that day, Santana approached me and dragged me into an empty closet. I started kissing her until she pushed me off and began yelling in Spanish at me. Obviously I'd misread the signals, but, I mean c'mon, why else would a girl drag you into an janitors closet in the middle of the school day right? I asked her what was wrong, and she simply said to me 'You can't go out with Brittany.', I was confused. I asked her why not, and then she started acting weird, like, her eyes were darting all over the places and I could basically hear the clogs turning in her head. And, I know Hispanic people don't usually blush but I could have sworn I saw her blush, to this day she still denies it. I asked her again. Then her head snapped up and she said 'Because she's too special for you, you'll ruin her. She is not going to have her first guy kiss with a jerk like you.' Hm, jerk huh? Then I went over what she'd said in my head. 'Woah, hold up a second. Guy kiss?' She started stuttering and the expression on her face could only be described as love struck, and a bit of panick stricken. But yep, she definitely had it bad. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard her sobbing. 'What do I do Puck? Tell me what to do, please. I want her to be happy, but I can't stand the thought of the route of her happiness coming from anyone but me. I want to be the reason she smiles, but I've seen what they do to Kurt. I couldn't live with myself if I was ever the cause of Brittany's pain, its my fault, I need to just leave her, she can't end up hurt, she can't. I'm not gay Puck. I can't be gay. Dios mio! What will my mama say? She'll hate me, my papi will kick me out. Make me normal Puck, please just help me be normal.' In that moment I saw the real Santana Lopez, and I realised that the bitch act she put on was all just a facade, to protect her. To stop the truth getting out, and more than anything, to stop Brittany being hurt. I just sat down next to her and held her, I told her that it was all going to be alright. After what seemed like hours she got up, kissed me on the forehead and said 'I take that back Puck, you're not a jerk. But, if you tell ANYONE about this, I'll chop off your dick and feed it to Lord Tubbington, are we clear?'. I pulled her back in for a hug and promised I wouldn't tell a soul, then she smiled and walked out, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Finn was a dick for saying shit to Santana and outing her, but now, seeing her this happy and open with Brittany, as well as making me real hard, makes me happy too.