AN: So, this one…I don't know, it's not really my best, I don't think. I don't own glee. I think I'll start taking prompts, if anyone wants too…you know, give me an idea. Also, I really, really recommend 'Kiss' by foraworldunderserving. It's really awesome. I'm going to dedicate this one to….TeamBartie! Partly because, I also heart Bartie (Brittana? Noo! I'm not a homophobe, but P.Y.T just made me think they should last forever…) and also because her avatar is cool- and she reviewed! Same goes to GleekHolly97. This one's…hmm, maybe not. I got this idea by listening to 'Somewhere Only We Know' thousands on times. I don't actually know why Kurt's in his usual outfit, and Blaine's in Dalton uniform, unless Kurt transferred back…It isn't my best chapter…actually, if you two want this to be dedicated to you, then it is. ;D The next chapter is dedicated to anyone who spots the Doctor who quote! It's in 'THE PANDORICA OPENS' or 'THE BIG BANG'! Oh, don't own that either. OH, MY FIRST BLAINE POV! This one isn't fluffy or angsty or funny. Just…comforting…okay, a little angsty, but not really. It contains Santana crying…in this one, I think Kurt and Santana are on good terms, due to the Cheerios and the fact that I've never seen them argue. It's also my story…huh. That sounded mean… Haven't seen Born This Way yet, but trust me, when I do…more Klaine will come your way! Unless they break up. They'd better not break up….grrrr….
BLAINE POV (WOOHOO!)
In all honesty, I hadn't really expected this to happen.
Here I was, sitting at Dalton, just doing my homework, when I got a text from Santana. It said 'meet me at BreadStix now'.
Naturally, I expected Santana to give me the deluxe 'hurt Kurt and I'll kill you' talk. So, imagine my surprise when I saw Santana crying at the popular restaurant. 'Santana?' I asked, surprising her and myself with the softness of my voice. 'Are you okay?'
She glared at me with such vulnerability. I knew she was supposed to be a bitch, but she just seemed like she needed a friend. I was determined to be that friend, even if it was for a few minutes.
'What do you think?' Santana replied roughly.
'No?'
'Well done, Sherlock.'
I've got to admit, I'm not usually a curious person. But come on, when there is a girl, who your boyfriend thinks quite interestingly of is crying, who wouldn't be curious?
'Why are you crying?' I asked. There was a long, awkward silence which I broke.
'Why did you tell me to come here?'
'Do you know?'
'Yeah, I have an idea,' I admitted.
'Well, shut up then!' Santana growled angrily, her voice gruff but sad.
'Why are you so upset over me dating Kurt? I thought that you would take pleasure in giving me the 'hurt Kurt, I kill you' talk.' I said, confused.
'You thought I called you here for that?' Santana asked.
'Yes,' I stated. Now, I was really confused. There was another long silence. During it, Santana seemed to be thinking hard about how to say something.
'How did you know you were gay?' Santana suddenly queried. I caught my breath a little bit. I was forcing the memory out of my mind, but I decided I'd better comfort this crying girl. If it meant my personal back-story told to her, well then, so be it.
'I…' my voice failed. 'I realised it during my math class at my old school. Earlier that day, a bully was really, really tormenting me. A lot like Karofsky and Kurt, actually.' I felt a stab of anger fill me. 'I began thinking about…about why he was treating me like this. I went to a severely homophobic school, Santana. Please remember that. I remembered all of my behaviour over the past few weeks, and then it just hit me. I was gay. It was kind of like forcing me to see myself in another light. It's actually pretty similar as to how I realised I loved Kurt, actually.' I smiled at the mention of his name.
'Good. I'm glad you love Kurt.' Santana said, mirroring my smile.
'Look, I realised what I was. For some reason, I was really depressed about this. It must have shown, because I was called a 'depresso homo' which just made me sound like cup of expresso.'
Santana giggled slightly.
'Why are you asking me this?' I asked softly. She didn't answer me. 'You aren't a lesbian-' I began.
'I am. I just wanted to make sure I actually am a lesbian, and not going through a 'phase',' Santana admitted, using air quotes for the word 'phase'. She started crying again and I was wondering if it would begin to rain.
Right then, it began to rain.
'How cliché,' Santana murmured. 'Rainy when I'm sad.' I walked right up to Santana and gave her my jacket. She looked cold, in just her tank top and loose jeans.
'Why didn't you call Kurt?' That question started nagging me, so I just had to ask.
'I didn't want to be given the whole 'you're gay, be proud of it' talk. I mean, that's Kurt, and I do like him for that, but I'm really confused. Also, you're pretty hot, so I figured if I was straight, I would be turned on by you.'
'I'm complimented, Santana. So, what are you feeling?'
'Nada.'
'Face it- if you don't fancy me, you're gay.' I joked.
'Yeah…'
'Do you want to tell me how you realised you were…you know?'
'Through song and Miss Holiday.' Santana smiled wryly as she began to recount her own experience. 'Brittany brought up the subject and we went to that preppy substitute teacher. I had a suspicion, but I didn't want to address it. We sang 'Landslide' and that's how I knew. I was in love with Brittany.'
'Have you considered the fact that you're just in love with Brittany?'
'Yes. I thought that until I caught myself checking out Stretchy McMark's (AN: Quinn) rack. That's probably when I knew.'
'Wow. I prefer your outing than mine, I must admit.'
'Really?'
'Oh, yeah. Songs are much cooler than epiphanies. I like both equally though.'
Santana smiled and thanked me for coming here to talk to her.
'Oh, just so you know, if you do hurt Kurt, I will cut off your private part slowly with a blunt knife, then I will take away all your gel and I will punch you in the groin several times. Got that?'
I nodded.
I walked back to Dalton. Thankfully, Kurt had a family dinner and Wes and David were at the coffee shop with their significant others. I was glad for the alone time.
Who knew Santana could be so in need of a friend? I'd seen a different side of her no-one else had probably seen, with the exception of Brittany I guess. I'd probably never see that side of her ever again. I began listening to some music on my iPod. That encounter with Santana really made me feel angry. She probably didn't want to come out because of Kurt's experience with the stupid, homophobic bullies. They would all bully Santana harshly, and she seemed the kind of girl who was popular. It would tear her world down if she came out of the closet.
'Blaine?' an angelic voice asked.
'Yes?' I answered.
'How was your day?' Kurt questioned eagerly. I decided to keep Santana's secret.
'Uneventful. Wes and David went out with their girlfriends, so I just stayed here.'
'Great. You know, Dad and Finn couldn't stop talking about that incident last week.'
'About the evil cat that loves me just a little too much?'
'Yes. They also couldn't stop talking about that football game.' Kurt said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. I laughed and kissed him. He was just so adorable sometimes.
Later, before I went to sleep, I found myself thinking about Brittany. I felt pity for her. I felt like she was torn in two- I knew she was dating Artie, but Santana was in love with her.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Great. I was now quoting Shakespeare.
