Author's Note: Thanks so much for all of the alerts and reviews! Special thanks to Bethany whose lovely review inspired this update! This is a very revealing chapter with lots more Santana... hope you all enjoy it! And as always, thanks for reading!
Blaine had no clue what to expect when he pulled into the Breadstix parking lot on Friday night. Rather than driving all the way home after school and then driving back to the restaurant, he had spent the afternoon at Kurt's house with him and Brittany. If nothing else, at least this "date" had given him a reason to hang out with Kurt outside of their project, although he had sort of felt like the third wheel. Brittany had alternated between telling Blaine random facts about Santana, and trying to climb into her boyfriend's lap.
Kurt had seemed surprised when Blaine told him about his dinner plans, but Blaine quickly reassured him that it had not been his idea in the slightest. When Blaine told him the full details of the choir room conversation, Kurt explained that Santana was always like that with the guys at McKinley, although she usually went for more of the jock type. Regardless, Blaine decided he would buy her dinner like she had requested (or more accurately, demanded), and politely explain that he didn't want to date her or do anything else with her.
He walked to the restaurant entrance, going over the script in his head, and spotted his date standing next to the door. "Right on time, new kid. Hurry up, I'm starving."
"Hello to you, too," he muttered as he followed Santana into the building.
They were seated right away at a booth and the girl didn't even look at Blaine; he followed her lead and simply perused the menu. Not a word was spoken until both of their orders were placed. After a moment, Blaine cleared his throat and began, "Um, so thanks for inviting me here tonight, but I'm still not going to date you – or do anything else with you," he quickly added, remembering her response the last time he had used that argument. "Like I said the other day, you're just not my type and-"
Santana smirked and interrupted him. "Let's just cut to the chase here, new kid. I'm well aware that your type doesn't have these," she said as she grabbed her boobs. Blaine didn't even have a chance to tell her that he did have a name before his jaw dropped. He looked away uncomfortably, glancing around the room to see if anyone else had noticed that lewd behavior. "But Brit is always hanging out with Kurt these days, and I didn't have any plans tonight, so I figured I would find my own baby gay to play with."
Once Blaine got over his initial shock of being outed so easily (and offensively), he sputtered, "Wait, how did you know that I'm…you know, gay?" He whispered the last words, glad that the booth next to them was empty.
"First of all, you didn't look twice at me or my girl Brit in our Cheerios skirts. Second, you looked more scared than turned on when I tried to seduce you the other day. And you haven't even checked out the girls tonight," she gestured to her chest again, "and I know for a fact that they look fabulous in this tank top. You're almost as bad as Hummel."
If Blaine's eyes were wide when she casually admitted she knew he was gay, it was nothing compared to the expression on his face when she mentioned Kurt. "Wait, what?" he replied loudly. "Kurt's gay? But… that doesn't make sense, he's dating Brittany. And how would you know, anyways?"
"Well a few months ago everyone knew. That was like Hummel's thing – he was the gay kid at McKinley." Blaine visibly winced; he knew how labels like that worked in high school, regardless of whether they were true or false.
"So he actually told you he was gay, then?" Blaine clarified.
"Well, no," Santana admitted. "I think he told Finn or Mercedes or someone. But it wasn't exactly a secret – his voice sounds like his balls never dropped and he wore pants even tighter than mine."
"Then how did he end up dating Brittany? I think I'm missing something here," Blaine asked, still confused about the boy Santana was describing and the Kurt he had gotten to know.
"What I'm missing is my unlimited Breadsticks," Santana said angrily, apparently unconcerned with finishing the Kurt story. She snapped her fingers until a waitress appeared with a large basket of bread.
She took a large bite before continuing. "No one really knows. One day he came in wearing a flannel shirt and singing Mellencamp and the next thing we knew he was dating Brit. At first she just wanted her perfect record of making out with every guy in the school, but now I think she actually likes Hummel," she finished with a shrug. "Thank God he gave up the trucker hats though," she added as she grabbed what had to be her fourth breadstick already.
"Then how do you know he's still gay? Maybe he was just confused, or at the very least bi…" Blaine countered, wondering if Santana would claw him if he reached for his own breadstick.
"Well, I love Brit, but she's not exactly the hardest girl to get with, hence the perfect record. And according to her, Kurt hasn't even gone for second base yet." Blaine opened his mouth to argue but Santana shook her finger and continued, "And it's not for lack of trying by Brit, so don't even try to tell me they just want to take it slow."
Blaine closed his mouth and tried to process all of the information he had just been given, from Santana knowing his secret, to hearing about Kurt's. He would find it hard to believe her story if he hadn't been so sure that Kurt was gay the first time he laid eyes on the boy. And it would explain the attraction between the two of them, as well as the wardrobe bursting with outrageous clothes and the iPod full of musicals. He was still mulling things over in his head when their food arrived. Suddenly he panicked and looked back up at Santana before blurting out, "You won't tell anyone, right?"
She took a bite of her spaghetti and smirked, saying, "What, about your massive boner for Hummel?"
Once again Blaine was rendered speechless; that had been happening way too often since he met this girl. He was very glad he had waited to take a sip of water because Santana's words would likely have caused him to spit it all over their basket of breadsticks, and she very well may have considered that punishable by death.
"Don't worry," she continued between bites, "I won't tell anyone that you're gay or that you're dying to get into Kurt's ridiculously tight pants. You're still paying for dinner though."
Blaine nodded and stared down at the table for a moment before saying quietly, "Of course. Thank you."
Santana watched him carefully across the table as Blaine picked at his food. He was still a little worried that someone at McKinley already knew about his sexuality, but even he had to laugh when Santana smirked and said, "Seriously though, the new kid crushing on the popular guy with the cheerleader girlfriend? You are one walk in the park away from a Taylor Swift song."