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Let's see where Santana ends up with this assignment...
Tuesday Afternoon
I saw on the billboard that glee this afternoon was cancelled. My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Holly Holiday was probably visiting because Will would jump bridges for the porn-star. I rolled my eyes to see Sam and Quinn share a quick kiss in the hallways before departing. My eyebrows rose. They were back together? Where have I been? I turned my back to Sam and started to walk away, not wanting to be all up in his grill this time. Believe it or not, I actually didn't have any friends to hang out with. Brittany was my only and Quinn... well, the only reason I hung out with her was because she was the highest point of the peak. This school revolved around her and I wanted in. Until she busted me for getting my boob enhancement which cost me my royal place on top of the cheer-leading pyramid.
I saw Peter Halkinson across the hall and smiled to myself. He was an easy catch for sexy time. I walked up to him and he turned around to face me, quite surprised to see a beautiful goddess such as myself in his midst.
"Hey Peter, I heard my bed is empty and is in need of an acquaintance. Mind filling me in?" I asked in a low, seductive voice.
"As much as I want to, Santana, I kind of have a girlfriend. You've met Linda Stevens before, right?" He pulled forward this tall, skinny blonde thing. I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Hi, I'm Linda, you know, we shared bottom of the pyramid together last year." She said happily, like it was some sort of advancement. Peter leaned down to kiss her perfectly rosey cheek. My upper lip twitched. Ew. I forced a smile as I remembered breaking my back beside her.
"Nice to see you again. But, hey, I got to go. Catch you later." I nodded to them and quickly trotted away.
Did everyone go home already? Where was Hummel? I stood by my locker in the empty hallway and sighed to myself. I looked like a complete idiot. I knew he wasn't going to show. Who would trust being alone with me anyway? And then I saw the boy turn the corner, looking at his watch and then up at me. He froze.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked him, raising my voice. The emptiness of the halls echoed my rage. I wanted to smile because it sounded so bad ass.
"You told me to wait by my locker." He shot back. My eyes widened, surprised Kurt shared a similar fuse.
"Oh, I thought I told you to wait by my locker." I murmured.
"Nope." He sighed, walking up to me and resting his elbow against his other hand. He sure liked flaunting his feminine side.
"So..." I said, breaking the silence.
"My house." He demanded, walking past me. I stared after him, jaw dropped. How dare he shows me sass. But nonetheless, we needed a song, so I followed after him.
His house was really clean. Figures. It smelled of lemon and Hummel. I kind of liked it.
We entered his room. His room was even nicer. "Finn has mono, so be careful." He said.
"Holy..." I paused, ignoring him to look around his cream-coloured room, realizing he had two steps that go up to some vanity set-up thing.
"What?" He asked, following where I was looking at. "Oh, this is my exfoliation vanity." He said proudly, slapping the clear glass table with the thousands of tiny bottles organized on top.
I pursed my lips and nodded, sitting down on his bed.
"This is really awkward... you sitting in my room." Kurt laughed. I nodded again, finally snapping out of my mesmerized trance.
"I usually only go to people's houses to make out and stuff... but I never really paid much attention to my surrounding." I said slowly, looking around once again.
Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down on a chair next to his radio.
I couldn't believe I was at Kurt's house. I've been over to every guy's house except for Kurt's, but now I finally got to see how creative he was. Well, his outfits told me lots, but his room told me more. He really cared for how he looked, it kind of made me sad knowing I never usually tried hard to look perfect. I guess it's harder for a guy, not being able to put on makeup or fake eyelashes to look more appealing. Kurt got it down to a point. All he did was moisturize and gel his hair. I mentally added two points to him for self-confidence.
"So... songs. Any ideas?" He asked slowly.
"Huh? Oh, not really anything romantic or cheesey." I said.
"Deffinately not. I don't even know why that selection is on here." He smiled after crossing off something on a piece of paper.
"Not too fond of musicals." I said, admiring my metallic purple nails, "But upbeat is cool. Like when me and Mercedes sang: 'River Deep, Mountain High'," I smiled at that memory.
"Right." He nodded, writing something down. I tried to look at what he wrote but before I did, he folded up the paper and put his iPod into the jack. He scrolled down a few songs. "I have... Selena Gomez."
"Meh." I shrugged and then shook my head.
"Beyonce. Fleetwood Mac."
I gave him two sad thumbs down.
"Gaga."
I paused. I knew my voice sounded awesome singing Gaga, but was Kurt up to that? He smiled and raised one of his eyebrows.
"Gaga?"
"Let's try it." I shrugged and smiled. He smiled brightly and clapped his hands together as he played some of her songs on shuffle.
After practise-singing all of Lady Gaga's songs, it was ten O' clock. I said goodbye to Kurt and his parents before starting the engine to drive back home. Just then I saw Finn walk out onto the porch in a thick wool blanket and lean down talk to Kurt. Oh, I forgot Finn was his step-bro now. He looked up in suprise and I snorted after driving away from the Hummel-Hudson home.
Wednsday
The next day I put on my white bandana around my neck with matching boots. I pulled on my black leather jacket and some white pants. I drove to school in the rain that morning, stopping by the Lima Bean to pick up Kurt, knowing he always comes here in the mornings with Blaine and then walks to school afterwards. I could just tell whenever his hair is messed up that he took that route.
I picked up my coffee -large with 2 creams- and then walked over to the booth where I saw the brown-haired boy sitting with Mr. Dapper Dalton Hobbit Boy. I walked over and smiled at them. Kurt looked surprised to see me and Blaine smiled and greeted me.
"Good morning, boys. You ready, Kurt?" I asked in an uncharacteristicly giddy tone.
"Um, yeah, just give us a minute." Kurt said, glaring up at me suspiciously. I nodded and walked away. I eyed them from the corner of my dark brown eyes and turned up my supersonic hearing. I could just barely make-out what they were saying to each other until Kurt stood up seconds later and hugged his boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the cheek -wow- and saw him make his way toward me.
I turned around once he stopped in front of me. I sipped my coffee and smiled. Hiding the rage of that pathetic PDA.
"So... may I ask why you've decided to pick me up from here?" He asked.
"Because it's raining outside-" I gestured my hand toward the pouring rain outside the front window, "- and thought I'd be a good friend and not allow you hair to get wet."
He looked at the rain, and then looked me up and down suspiciously, and then back at the rain.
"Well... thanks... and nice outfit." He said. "Very 'Judas' I must say."
I smiled with my teeth.
"Thank you, I like yours too." I looked down at his white pea coat and black dress-pants. Where did he think he was going? The runway? It was school for hell's sake. But he did look great. It reminded me of those ugly outfits models wear that nobody on earth would ever think about wearing. But Hummel made it look good. "Should we get a move on?"
Kurt looked around, noticing the awkward stares we got from costumers trying to enjoy their morning coffee's, not too fond of having loud-mouths in the morning.
When we were in the car I turned back into Santana, being reminded vulgar of the kiss on the cheek when I saw Blaine walk out of the shoppe.
"So what the fuck was that pathetic peck on the cheek? That was sick to even look at." I said, shaking my head and starting the egnition.
"There she is..." Kurt mumbled.
I started to back up out of the parking lot and then went onto the road. I looked at Kurt.
"So?"
"So, what?"
"Care to explain?" I asked. He sighed.
"We're not used to public kissing." He admitted with a shrug. I snorted.
"Don't you want Blaine to feel like he's yours?"
"Of course he feels like he's mine." Kurt reasured me. I sighed and tsked.
"Well if that's all you do for him, how do you know someone's not going to mistake him for one of your cousins or whatever and steals him away from you?" I asked, pulling up into an intersection, awaiting desperately for a green light.
"Nobody's going to steal him away Santana." He said, sounding pissed off now.
"Alright, just don't come crying to me when he leaves you." I shrugged, finally getting my wish and driving forward toward the school. That was a little harsh, I had to admit. "Have you ever kissed him?"
"Yes."
"How many times?" I asked, looking at him. His eyes seemed far away. I kind of felt bad for the guy.
"Like... twice." He looked at me with a sheepish half-smile. My eyes widened.
"Wow, and yet you two seem like you're going for your fiftieth wedding anneversary." I said, parking the car infront of the school.
"Yeah, but I guess I'm not ready. I feel like such a little kid." He complained. "Compared to you, I'm still at stage daiper while you're an adult with a bunion and five children." He smirked. I grinned and nudged his shoulder.
"You'll get around to it someday, baby Hummel." I laughed, walking into the school with him, ignoring the glares and murmurs of disbelief from people around us.
It was only two days sinse our assignment has been... well... assigned. Me and Kurt seemed to become closer. He sat beside me that afternoon at our glee club meeting. Rachel and Mercedes has paired up singing Britney Spears' "Piece of Me". And then Mercedes sang an original song to Rachel about her talent and how well their voices came together. Rachel sang a song to Mercedes I didn't quite catch the name of because Kurt kept pointing out Mr. Schue's facial expressions to the song choice. I tried not to laugh and nudged Kurt to stop.
Wednsday Night
That night Brittany called. I didn't answer, instead I practised me and Kurt's Gaga song choice. It was perfect. She called again and I sighed in frustration.
"What?" I asked into the receiver.
"I just wanted to know how you were..." She asked in a tiny Brittany voice. I sighed.
"I'm fine." I said, tracing my finger along the design on my bedsheets. "Is that all?"
"No...Um... why did you pair up with Kurt for the duet thingy?" She asked.
"Is that really any of your business?" I asked in a harsh tone. It was silent for a second.
"I-I'm sorry." She said, her voice quiet. Was she honestly about to cry? I sighed again, rubbing my temple.
"Look, Kurt and I are friends now, and if you have a problem with that, go complain to Artie." I told her. I heard her crying. I hated when she cried, it always makes me feel like the victim here.
"What did I ever do to make you hate me?" She sobbed. I sighed when I heard the click of her hanging up. I slowly shut off my phone and bit my lip.
Thursday
The next day when I picked Kurt up from the Lima Bean, he said goodbye to Blaine and then grabbed him into a full-on-the-lips kiss. I smiled at this and gave Kurt my approval towards his public display of affection.
Speaking of affection, Puck was so despirately trying to get Lauren, so Mr. Schue allowed Puck to sing his choice of song to her for our assignment. Though I found it unfair that he got the freedom of looking for a duet, Lauren can't sing. He rocked out to "Love and Affection" by Neon Trees. After the performance, I caught them making out in the hallway. I shuddered as I made my way to Hummel's locker, surprised to find Brittany talking to him. When she saw me, she frowned and hugged Kurt. She left afterwards.
"Dealing with the enemy?" I asked, a little pissed that Kurt confided in my ex-friend.
"No, she asked if she should sing "Animal" to Artie on Monday. She wanted to know if it would make you mad." He replied.
"By Ke$ha or Neon Trees?" I asked.
"Ke$ha." He nodded.
I shrugged. "Why would it make me mad?"
He shrugged. "She just said 'I hope Santana will forgive me' when you came and then hugged me and left."
I sighed.
"I have no idea what's going on in that head of hers." I lied. He raised an eyebrow. I motioned for him to walk ahead and then his hands clasped behind his back.
I noticed how nice his butt looked in charcoal skinny jeans. I cracked my neck and then sped up to walk beside him.
"You two were in a fight, weren't you?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said, pulling out onto the road after getting settled into my car.
"So I know it's non of my business, but maybe the fight was silly and she wants forgiveness?"
I sighed. I guess it was time to spill.
"Kurt, me and Brittany were more then... friends at that time." I said slowly. He raised an eyebrow. "I was in love with her." I said, hopefully clearing things up for the brunette. He nodded slowly.
"I kind of guessed that." He said.
I panicked. No... everyone probably knew by now! Shit, Berry was bound to spread this somehow. I pulled over to the side of the road. I breathed heavily in and out. "Woah, what?" His voice rose.
"N-nothing... are you the only one who found out?" I asked, looking him in the eyes. He looked back at me.
'I'm pretty sure..." He said quietly. "I would never tell anyone about that. You can trust me." He smiled slightly.
I just looked at him some more. My lips slightly parted like I was about to say something, but instead, I grabbed his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his.
"Hold on a sec!" He mumbled in my lips. I pulled away, looking at his flabbergasted expression.
"Oh my god, Kurt, I'm so sorry." I said, covering my mouth. "Oh god..." I hit my head against the steering wheel.
"I... forgive you." He said, clearing his throat and looking away. I could feel my cheeks burn up. God, how could I have been so stupid? What the hell came over me? Kurt was gay and so was I... wasn't I? I pressed my lips together. They were tingling. I've never felt this way about anyone else before. This was new. My chest felt heavier then usual.
"Just... forget that ever happened, alright?" I said, starting the engine again. I looked at him after a few seconds of silence. "Alright?" I repeated. He nodded slowly.
I blew it. I totally blew it. I drove Kurt home and he said he needed some time alone. I doubt he ever wanted to see me again. I went against myself. I put myself between love and lust but this time it felt so real. Brittany and I used to make out all the time, but never have I imagined kissing Kurt. It was unreal. I hated myself for doing it but it felt so right. I had a dream that night... a dream about Kurt that I've never had with anyone else. I needed him.
Friday
The next day I wore something a little more reveiling. A dark purple belly top and black leggings with black leather silettoes. I had on a thin, black sweater and drove to the Lima Bean. Blaine wasn't there but Kurt was.
"Hey." I said softly, sharing a booth with him after getting my coffee. "Where's Blaine?"
"He's sick today. A flew has been going around. I think Finn spread it along because he's feeling better now." He said with a half smile.
"Oh." I nodded and sipped my coffee. "We're friends... right?" I asked.
He nodded and smiled, sipping his own coffee. I smiled back knowing I was in safe hands.
"I think you're my only friend at McKinley now." I said, walking with him to calculus. He looked at me.
"Really?"
"Yup. So don't break me, Hummel, I'm at my last thread of confidence here." I warned him, taking my seat beside him in class.
"Why would I?" He laughed.
"And don't tell anyone about yesterday," I warned him again, only in a hushed tone.
"I thought you told me to forget about yesterday?" He whispered back and smiled. I smiled too and then sent my attention back at the front of the class as our teacher walked in the room.
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