Santana sat down in her and Brittany's usual spot in the choir room. The room was still empty and quiet. The bell wasn't going to ring for another five minutes but Santana wasn't in much of a mood to hang around the hallway. Santana took out her phone and checked her inbox. No New Messages. Santana couldn't help but laugh at herself, since when had she become the desperate girlfriend? She thought about when she had comforted Brittany after she broke up with Artie for this very same thing. She wondered if that's what was going to happen between them. Santana felt like she was going to be sick.
"Santana?" Mr. Shue called as he stepped through the door. "You're here early."
Santana looked up. "Eager, ya know, to get an early start." She lied.
Mr. Shue raised an eyebrow at her but he smiled anyway. "Great, we have a guest today." He said. He looked over at the door and mumbled. "A much better one this time."
Burt Hummel walked through the door. He was wearing a black suit and red and blue striped tie. Santana had to admit the congressman look was really working for him, but she was also pretty sure that Kurt had a lot to do with that. If only he had taken off that brown baseball cap.
"Dad!" Kurt said as he walked through the door, not far behind him. He embraced his dad in a big hug. Kurt reached around to pull the cap off his father's head. "I didn't know you were coming home today." He said when he and his father finally separated.
"It wasn't planned but I caught wind of this cute little protest they were planning." Mr. Hummel said. Mr. Hummel reached for the cap but Kurt pulled it away and shook his head. "Thought I'd come home for a bit."
The group slowly entered the room and gathered around Mr. Hummel listening to his stories from his first couple weeks with Congress. Santana stayed in her spot, if she wanted to, she could hear the stories from her seat but frankly, right now, she just didn't care.
She looked up to see Brittany entering the room. Brittany smiled at Mr. Hummel and walked right past Santana without looking at her and instead chose a seat in the farthest corner.
"Alright guys take your seats." Mr. Shue finally said ten minutes after the bell rang and when Mr. Hummel had finished his last story.
The group filed around and took their seats. Several of them, including Rachel and Kurt noticed the seat choices of Brittany and Santana and eyed them questioningly. Santana felt like she was wearing a large blinking neon sign. Quinn stood for a second in front of Brittany's usual seat, apparently questioning whether or not she was allowed to sit there. Santana looked up and Quinn gave her a supportive smile and sat down next to her. Quinn reached over and squeezed Santana's hand. Santana squeezed back to show Quinn that she appreciated the gesture. She forgot how thankful she was to have the real Quinn Fabray back.
Mr. Hummel stepped in front of the class. He looked over at Kurt who made a gesture at his neck. Mr. Hummel took the hint and adjusted his tie and cleared his throat.
"They guy who spoke to you guys yesterday. His name is Reverend Phillips. He is the leader of a Anti-gay hate group out of Cleveland." Mr. Hummel said. "They have been leading protests all around Ohio, their locations are sometimes completely random and are usually places their attention has been drawn to. I want to warn you that their protesters can be a little…" Mr. Hummel paused as he searched for the words. "…intense, but they usually don't last for more then a few of days." He said. "But please just keep your noses clean and your heads down and you should be fine." Santana felt like Brittany's eyes were burning a hole in the back of her head.
"But just so you guys know. I've already gotten half-a-dozen calls from LGBT rights groups. And they should be sending protesters of their own this afternoon." Mr. Hummel was grinning as he took a step back and opened the floor back to Mr. Shue.
"Alright guys, now back to business." Mr. Shue said as he clapped his hands together.
Santana tried her locker combo for the third time but it still wouldn't click. She cursed under her breath.
"I do that a lot too." Kurt said as he walked up to her. "Usually if I just stop for a second and think about something else it comes right back to me."
She glanced sideways over at him and tried the combo for a fourth time. It still didn't click.
Kurt smiled but didn't say anything.
Santana hated so much that he was right. She gave up on the locker and turned to him. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to apologize." He said. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that."
Santana looked up at him surprised.
"Though I still, for the record, think my point is valid." He said.
Santana sighed and nodded reluctantly. "It probably wasn't the best idea I've ever had." She said.
Kurt smiled knowing that was probably the closest thing to an apology anyone has ever gotten from Santana but then his face turned serious again.
"Listen, Brittany talked to me about everything that's going on, with your family." He continued. Santana looked away. She was suddenly furious that Kurt knew all of her business. "Only because she's worried about you." He added hastily.
Santana looked up at him. "I know there's not much anyone can say or do to make this easier. But I talk from experience when I say this. It's those that really love you that will surprise you the most. " Kurt looked up over Santana's shoulder. She looked too and saw Finn talking to Rachel at her locker. Kurt smiled and looked down at Santana. "It takes some time. And all of them deal with it in their own ridiculous and sometimes offensive way but if they really do love you, they'll come around."
Santana gave Kurt a small smile. "Thank you."
"Now that that's out of the way." Kurt said. He was now smiling wide. "I kind of wanted to ask your opinion about something for glee club."
"Why do you need my opinion?" She asked eyeing him curiously.
"Because you're kind of a big part of it." He said.
