Wednesday, March 30
Kurt decided Wednesday was a good day for afternoon tea. Cucumber sandwiches, scones, the works. He'd have everything ready by the time his dad and Carole got home from work. He had just taken a batch of lemon scones from the oven when the doorbell rang. To his surprise, it was Brittany.
"Hi Brittany, are you lost?"
"No, I'm looking for you."
"Well, you found me! Come on in. Love the hat, by the way."
"Thanks. Your scarf is pretty." Brittany followed Kurt into the kitchen. She sat down at the table while he began washing his mixing bowl.
"So, what brings you here?" he finally asked.
"My car," she replied.
"No, I mean why did you come to see me?"
"Kurt, you're like the gayest person I know."
"Thank you."
"That's why I need your help. I have a friend who's gay and is afraid to tell anyone."
He almost dropped the mixing bowl into the sink. Was she talking about Karofsky? Brittany had certainly been "friendly" with the football team. Just thinking about Karofsky made Kurt feel sick, and if Brittany knew his secret then she might be in danger too. He didn't think Karofsky would feel bad about hurting a girl.
"Is your friend a football player?" Kurt asked cautiously.
"No, it's…a friend from Cheerios."
"A lesbian cheerleader, huh? I think Finn was watching that movie online."
Brittany gasped. "Santana was in a movie? She never told me!"
This time he did drop the mixing bowl. "You're talking about Santana?"
He had of course been aware that there was a physical element to Santana and Brittany's friendship, but it had seemed obvious they were just trying to get attention from guys. Everyone knew Brittany was willing to make out with anyone, male or female, which he supposed did make her bisexual, but Santana? She had to be the most aggressively heterosexual girl Kurt knew. She wasn't even gay-friendly, she was always making nasty remarks about…
Oh.
So it was sort of like Karofsky after all. To her credit Santana was nowhere near that bad, but he suddenly saw her chronic bitchiness in a new light.
"She's really confused and sad," Brittany said. "I tried to talk to her but she's mad at me now and I don't know what to do."
"Is there anyone else she could talk to? Someone she trusts?"
"We already talked to Miss Holiday. She was really nice. We went to Japan" – Kurt decided it was better not to ask – "and then we sang a song. I thought that would make things better, but it didn't. Santana told me she doesn't want everyone to be mean to her like they were to you. She was crying. Can you tell her it's not so bad? Can you help her to not be scared?"
As far as Kurt knew there weren't any out lesbians at McKinley. He wondered what it would be like for Santana to be the first. Maybe she'd be even more popular. Lots of straight guys seemed to like the idea of hot young lesbians. Of course, being a lesbian meant one probably wasn't that interested in turning straight guys on. He thought about how embarrassed he was by the idea of getting caught making out with Blaine, and how much more embarrassing it would be if the other person actually wanted to stay and watch.
"Look, I don't know if I can really help her, but if she wants to talk then we can talk. I'll call her later, okay?"
Brittany nodded.
"Santana is lucky she has a good friend like you." He thought Brittany looked sad when he said this, although it was always hard to tell with her. He turned to check on the scones. "These are cool enough to eat now, do you want one?"
"Sure! I should go home soon, though. My mom gets worried about me."
The poor woman had plenty to worry about, Kurt thought as he got out some dessert plates and sat down beside Brittany. It couldn't be easy having a daughter with the body of a Victoria's Secret model and the brains of a Victoria's Secret mannequin. Still, she was a sweet girl in her own special way.
"These are really good," Brittany said, licking the crumbs off her fingers. "Hey Kurt, do you remember when we made out?"
Was he never going to live that down? "Yes, I remember."
"Except for Artie, you're the nicest guy I ever made out with. You taught me a lot about skin care. Now that you have a boyfriend, maybe you can give him a facial too. I bet he'd like that."
For a brief but terrifying moment Kurt thought he was going to choke to death on his own scone. He coughed several times before he managed to recover his composure. "I'll be sure to take that suggestion under advisement," he said.
"Is that like a basement?"
(***)
It seemed weird to just call Santana out of the blue. Kurt decided to send her a text message instead. Hey S, hope u r ok. Call me if u ever want 2 talk. -Kurt
She texted him back a few minutes later. Im fine thx. l8rs.
He figured he'd better let it go at that.
