2. Together We Stand
Mercedes angrily gestured for me to "get the hell out of the car" as she was still standing outside. I sighed, got out and walked up to her, and had barely stopped moving before she hissed, "Why is she there?" in a voice more venomous then I've ever heard.
"Because, she's joining us on our shopping trip," I informed her, but apparentally she wasn't aware that was the end of the conversation.
"What?" she exclaimed. "Why? All she's ever done to us is be colossal -"
"Bitch?" I finished for her. "Look, Mercedes, you can't always judge a book by it's cover. Santana...needs a friend right now, and call me whatever you'd like but I'm going to be there for her."
"But, Kurt...why?" she repeated, more quietly this time, like she was honestly trying to understand. I couldn't tell her "I relate to her on a level that I can't with anyone else but Blaine because she's gay and she's ashamed and in love with someone who supposedly doesn't love her back."
So, instead, I replied (probably a bit too protectively), "Mercedes, aren't we always bragging that this club is like one big family? That we'll all always be there for each other. Well neglecting Santana during her time of need would be the complete opposite, and I'm not just going to sit idly by and watch her get hurt while we do nothing about it."
As we drove, with Mercedes semi-pouting in the backseat and Santana having returned to her usual self, give or take a few sniffles now and then, I was beginning to wonder if this were the best idea. Mercedes obviously had decided to play hypocrite for this trip, and I started to think maybe I should've just told her I couldn't go shopping today and just take Santana for coffee. But no, that would've been wrong too. But maybe -
With too many responsibilities and options and rights and wrongs floating around in my head, I began to sense the beginning of a migraine. So, I tried the only solution that worked for me. I stripped my mind completely and only thought of Blaine. Blaine's smile, Blaine's eyes, Blaine's body...
I sighed. I was beginning to think I might need to be checked in to a mental hospital. Blaine so obviously liked me...or so I thought. He turned me down on Valentine's Day...kinda. And he's always flirting with me, but then he says I can't be sexy? The boy just doesn't make any damn sense. And as much as I want to, I can't figure out how to get over him, though I know it's what I need to do.
So, okay, sometimes it works for me. Sometimes it just puts me in a deeper funk. "So, Kurt, where are we going?" Santana asked, and I gasped the tiniest bit. Did she just call me Kurt?
I recovered quickly, however, and replied with, "Same mall we always go to," shooting her a warm smile so she wouldn't think I was being rude. She smiled back and I could see Mercedes rolling her eyes in the backseat.
"Thanks for bringing me, Kurt!" Mercedes called as she ran to her front door, balancing her six different bags around her arms and waving like a fiend. She'd gotten over the Santana thing quickly enough when it became clear she wasn't going to act like a bitch.
I head back in the direction of my house, the car ride having suddenly become comfortably silent, with only the faint radio playing in the background. "So, Santana, I have to ask you something," I started, watching Santana raise her eyebrow at me from the passenger seat, "You said Brittany completely dissed you? Because that really doesn't sound like her, especially judging by the way she stares at you in glee club."
"She does?" Santana asked innocently, her dark brown eyes wide. She shook her head slightly like people always do in sitcoms to shake a memory and said, "Well, all I know is she told me she couldn't be with me because she was in love with Artie." Her tone suggested the conversation was over and I decided not to push it any further. We made it to my house and went immediately up to my room, Santana flopping down on my bed. "So, tell me about Dalton. Any hot private school boys to mess around with?"
I probably turned bright red, whipping around to stare at her with huge eyes. "Santana!" I gasped, and she just giggled.
"You know what I mean," she said, "Anyone there you have your eye on?" I smiled shyly and focused on my shoes. God, they need to be polished...
"Well, there is one boy..." I mumbled, hoping Santana wouldn't hear. She did.
"Who?" she squealed, and I was amazed at how different she was when she wasn't putting up the bitch act.
I sighed. I guess I might as well get it over with. "His name's Blaine. He's absolutely dreamy, but, I don't think he likes me."
Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she said, "How couldn't he? I mean, trust me, if you weren't gay, I'd totally tap that." I blushed even more at the bizarre comment, but she didn't seem phased at all. "Is he gay?" I nodded. "Well then what are you waiting for?"
"Well, I told him before, but he said he's 'not very good at romance' and 'doesn't want to screw this up,' but I'm not sure what that means." I was sounding more like a second grader with every passing moment.
"It means that he likes you too but doesn't want to mess things up with you and make you hate him forever by screwing up a romantic relationship," she said, as if it was basic knowledge everyone should know. Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket and I quickly pulled it out.
"Speak of the devil," I muttered, and Santana jumped from her spot on the bed to read over my shoulder as I opened the text.
Hey :) You still at the mall? Because if not I was wondering if you might want to get some coffee or something. - Blaine x
Santana squealed directly in my ear, making me cringe and making the moment decidedly less exciting. "Oh, Dios mío! Kurt, es totalmente para ti! ¿Ve usted la x? Esto es fabuloso! Niño, que necesita para aprovechar así de rápido! Bien, primero vamos a necesitar los pantalones muy ajustados para mostrar el culo, y-" I cut Santana off on her Spanish rant as soon as possible, catching few phrases and words such as "tap that" and "ass" and not wanting to hear any more.
"Santana! It's not a date, okay? We're just going to hang out. That's all we ever do." I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice in the last sentence, but I don't think I succeeded as my unlikely friend's face fell. But, soon it had returned to her classic bitch smirk as she said five words that made me want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
"Who cares? Tap that anyway."
Alright, I know my updating has been scarce recently, but I just started school, so everything's really hectic, what with homework and getting up at six in the morning and what-have-you, but I promise I will update at least one story every weekend, if not one on Saturday and one on Sunday.
Until next time!
