Chapter 7- Hellraisers (Part One)

After her 'talk' with Finn the previous day, Santana felt rightly confident about their newly formed scheme to dominate the school. With Kurt strutting his ass in the tight-as-fuck Cheerio's attire, all the females were gasping for him. He saw a poor freshman with his picture in her locker from when the Cheerios won Nationals because of his French Celine medley. If she was anybody else, she would've probably found that so sweet and adorable. But she was Santana-fucking-Lopez and she didn't feel anything more positive than sadness for anyone other than Brittany and sometimes Kurt.
She knew that Kurt didn't need her pity for everything that went on in his life, but she felt sorry for him. He was just trying to be a good example of somebody who isn't afraid to show who they are and be proud of themselves, but because of the narrow minded Neanderthals, he was unable to be a confident role model. Kurt relayed the story of Mercedes crushed on him and tossed a rock through his car window because he lied about a crush for Rachel (when it was actually Finn he liked) and that how he only came out to her in the beginning. Everybody could already smell it on him anyway, so what was the point in actually saying it? Santana had realised that by talking deeply with Kurt about her feelings for Brittany, it had helped.

He understood what she was going through. Luckily for him, there was no real doubt in who he was. Instead, there was fear that his football loving, Mellencamp obsessed father wouldn't be supportive and would eject him from his home immediately after discovering that he had a gay son. Mr Hummel had assured Kurt that while he didn't really understand what being gay was all about, he would support him whatever happened.

Santana wished that if she ever came to terms with her true identity, that her parents would emulate Burt Hummel's loving, protective spirit. She automatically knew that her grandma would not like it. Her grandma was nasty and spiteful of anything outside of her life. She was sort of like Karofsky and Azimio and the jocks sans the ones in New Directions, well apart from Finn. Alma Lopez loved her granddaughter in law more than anything, but once she found out, she wouldn't care who she was. She would abruptly ice her out of her life.

Santana Lopez loved Wednesday mornings. The way that the students would be tired from two prior days of strenuous studying (for the ones who could actually read) and they wouldn't be optimistic about the weekend coming anytime soon. They would usually be vulnerable, and wish Santana prowling the halls, they would be completely on edge.

With Kurt plastered to her side, the morning would be even better. Kurt had a whole lot of anger pent up in his body, and Santana got the impression that he would be prepared to unleash whatever feelings he had unto the next person that messed with him. After the Finn fiasco in the hall, Kurt hadn't spoken to him. Finn was pleading with his big brother for him to make contact with him, but Satine wasn't having any of it. He figured that Finn's irrational side was present again for a while, and he thought it best not to provoke him. It was Kurt's prerogative, that he was free to get his gay on with anybody he wished. Finn couldn't just take that away from him. It would be like Kurt shouting at Finn for kissing Rachel because Satine is gay and he shouldn't have to look at straight people kissing. Santana figured that it made zero sense. Then again, she thought rightly, it was Finn.
"Don't think too hard, Lopez. Your vagina might fall off." Kurt strutted next to her, attired in the tight-as-fuck costume that clung to him in all the right places. It took a lot of mental restraint for Santana to hold herself in place and not leap on the slender boy.

"Damn, Kurt. You look…just wanky." Santana commented. Kurt sarcastically gave her a twirl and she smacked him on the arm.

"Be serious, Kurt. It's time to up the drama in this place. Only we can trigger it. The others will fall into place soon enough. Speaking of them, have Asian, Gay Kevin McAllister, Other Asian and JewHawk managed to crack any of their groups into working as an effective unit alongside us yet?"

"Not that I know of, Lady Lopez. Calm down, Santana. Things are looking up already. I mean, I saw Mercedes sitting outside of Breadstix with her face literally planted into a bowl of tater tots. Finn knows better than to even look at me, Artie never does and Rachel's just being Rachel. Oh, yeah I got a call from Blaine."

"What?! And you waited this long to tell me?"

"I got the call this morning. He knows my routine, okay?"

"If this hobbit thinks he's going to routine stalk you, we're going to have to get you a new routine, darling Cinderella." Santana warned.

"It's fine, Queen Bitch-A-Lot. Honestly, I can handle some on the phone pleading."

And so he could…

"Kurt, please don't hang up on me! I just want to talk." Kurt heard Blaine call down the phone.

"Blaine, I really don't want to hear anything from you. If you must, make it quick." Kurt sounded bored, thought in reality, his heart was pounding against his chest like a drum.

"Kurt. I'm so sorry. In all honesty, I don't know why it hurt you so much. I was drunk, and Rachel did spin on me. If you had have spun me, I would've been kissing you instead of her!"

"Blaine, shut the fuck up. It wasn't the first kiss, really. It was the however long spent afterwards staying attached to her lips. And it had to be Rachel, didn't it? My best friend at the time!"

"Kurt, maybe it was for the—."

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT WAS FOR THE FUCKING BEST, HOBBIT! I WILL TEAR YOU A NEW ONE. I HAVE A NEW NICHE NOW. Kindly remove yourself from my life. It'll be a miracle if you ever hear from me again. Goodbye and good luck, Blaine." Kurt hung up with a sigh. It still stung, very deep down inside. He pretended to Santana that it didn't, but it did.

Santana face dropped. She looked ready to punch something. Kurt assumed that she was about to punch something. Before she could, he heard footsteps from his left. He turned to face the disturbance, finding three jocks handling three cups of cold slushy.

"Hello, cretins. What brings you out from your respective primordial oozes long enough to try and socialise?" Kurt greeted unkindly.

"You think you're so amazing, don't you, Fairy?"

"Well, I have an impressive Grade Point Average, so that speaks for itself. I speak four languages fluently and play five musical instruments. Don't you just love my talent? Wait, aren't you guys just learning to read? Congratulations!" Kurt smirked.

"Kurt…" Santana began.

"Santana. I got this one." Kurt muttered.

"You two are the worst double team ever! You both need straightening out. Starting with you, Hummel. That's why we've brought along a friend or three."

"Lovely, I've always wanted to meet Tarzan!"

Two bulky teens stepped forward from behind them.

"Hello, gentlemen. What brings you here?"

"I just heard that something needs beating up." The taller one grunted uncaringly.

"Ah, and that would be me! Charming, how they are making you do their dirty work. Don't you see? They're treating you like monkeys. Why don't you let them take care of it?" Kurt suggested lightly.

"Don't be a smartass, fag." The other boy growled at Kurt, who looked bored.

"Well, this has been a colossal waste of my time, so if you'll excuse me, Santana and I will be out of your hair. Nice to meet you two boys. Bye Neanderthals!" Kurt flitted away, not afraid of retaliation towards his back. If somebody at McKinley wanted to pick a bone with you, he (or girls like Santana) would not be cowardly and do it behind your back. It would be direct and blunt (or again in Santana's case, sharp).

The doors opened for them and the crowd scattered. They seemed to part under their influence. The two sassy teens linked arms and glared at the scared packs of children.

"What do you think you're all staring at? Do I look like a zoo animal to you? Kindly fuck off." Kurt instructed to the gawping crowd.

Santana giggled and smirked at him.

She was right. This was the dawn of a beautiful alliance.