A/N: 100 reviews! 100 reviews! Plus my longest chapter yet.

Santana pointed at the table next to him as she stood grinning like the Cheshire cat, 'Dave, move that table over and I'll be right back.'

'Why?' Dave asked her but followed her command as he reached to pull the other table and chairs over next to theirs.

'I'm going to go tell Brittany the plan and get her to invite over your boy toy to eat with us,' the Latina explained.

Dave's held his breath as he looked down at his large Whopper meal and switched his empty large fry container with her small one. She stared at him with confusion before Dave sadly explained, 'Hummel already thinks I'm chubby. I don't need to give him anymore evidence.'

Santana rolled her eyes as she left the table to approach her secret girlfriend and buried her lips against her ear to try to explain the situation, 'Dave needs me to make out with him to make Kurt jealous and protect our secret. Is that okay?'

Brittany silently took in the words as she turned to her girlfriend and reached to push back Santana's hair from her face, 'Of course we need to help Davy. He's nice; he always carries our stuff and gives me the stickers off his math tests. I want Dave and Kurt to be happy like us someday. Although I will need some sweet lady kisses from you later.'

Santana's eyes lowered as she touched Brittany's cheek and found herself asking, 'What she had done in life to deserve to be loved back by someone so perfect?' She didn't want to admit it out loud but they both knew Dave didn't have a chance in hell of landing Kurt so instead she focused on the girl in front of her as she told her, 'Remember Brits, I only love you always and forever. Every time I kiss Dave it's to protect that love,' she told the blonde as her face softened.

Brittany leaned into Santana's hand and whispered, 'Always and forever.'

Santana smiled, 'Can you get Kurt and the others? I'm going to go stop Dave from having a coronary.'

Brittany nodded and walked over to Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Rachel who were studying the menu.

'KURT!' Brittany shouted wrapping her arms around his slender body.

'Brittany?' he laughed at the blonde's greeting. 'What are you doing here?'

'I'm having dinner with Santana and Dave, you all should come sit with us,' Brittany suggested.

'I don't…,' Kurt started to say.

Brittany's face fall, 'Kurt, don't you like me? I thought we were friends.'

Kurt looked at the others who just shrugged.

'We could discuss our set list further if we all sat together,' Rachel suggested.

'But it's…,' Mercedes tried to interrupt.

'Of course I like you Brittany, we'll be over in a minute,' Kurt agreed for the group.

'Great,' the former cheerleader said jumping up and down before heading back to her table.

Mercedes grabbed his arm, 'Be right back guys. I need to talk to Kurt real quick.'

Once they entered the girl's bathroom Mercedes started to speak, 'I wanted to tell you earlier but we were never alone and now that we're eating dinner with Karofsky and Santana it has to be now.'

'What is it?' Kurt asked, 'Please tell me it's not a wardrobe malfunction.'

Mercedes shook her head, 'No. Kurt, I heard Karofsky and Santana fighting on the plane. I don't think their relationship is real. Santana said something to him about being more careful or he was going to out himself. I think he might be gay and Santanta's helping him hide it for some reason.'

Kurt stood perfectly still trying not to give away to his best friend that he already knew the truth about Karofsky so he simply answered with, 'Really, how could Karofsky be gay?'

'Boyfriend, I know its crazy but I think you need to be careful. I mean if he is…with his history with you, there is no telling how he might react to sharing a room with you,' Mercedes explained.

'Maybe he's just confused,' Kurt blurted out before asking himself why was he still hiding Karofsky's secret? He had promised not to out him but this felt like more than that. Why was he protecting him after what he had put him through?

Mercedes shrugged, 'I know sounds all kinds of wrong but Santana seemed really pissed at him like it was more than just about him being gay. Something is going down and I think we should tell Mr. Schue.'

'No,' Kurt burst out with remembering how vulnerable Karofsky had looked when he had returned the wedding topper. 'Let me talk to him first so we can figure out for sure. If he is gay maybe talking to someone else that's going through the same thing will help.'

'Have you forgotten he bullied you, Kurt? He deserves to be outed,' Mercedes said crossing her arms over her chest.

'He apologized. Give me a chance to talk to him first and than we can go to Mr. Schue,' Kurt tried to convince her.

'As long as you think you'll be safe, I guess we can wait,' Mercedes agreed.

'It will be fine,' Kurt assured her as he opened the restroom door so they could return to the others.

Kurt felt sick as he walked over with his grilled chicken salad to the table with the others.

Santana was sat across Karofsky's lap feeding him French fries. The image screamed look I can prove I'm straight or at least would have if Karofsky didn't look like he needed to be rescued.

Kurt glanced at Mercedes who shook her head at the couple and mouthed "Fake".

Brittany patted the seat next to her, 'I saved you a seat, Kurt.' The blonde reached over to touch the red scarf around his neck for the second time that day, 'It's so pretty can I borrow it?'

Kurt gave an awkward smile and unwrapped the scarf from around his neck to wrap around the blonde, 'I got it on sale at Macy's.'

Kurt looked over at Karofsky as the other boy's eyes seemed glued to the red silk Kurt had arranged around the blonde's shoulders.

Santana blinked hard noticing the lingering glances and grabbed Dave's face pulling him into a slow wet kiss.

Kurt watched Dave's eyelids lower trying to enjoy the kiss but when his sad eyes opened again mid kiss he looked downwards at Kurt as if to say don't make me do this. Kurt lowered his eyes to his salad as he picked at the leaves with his fork unable to watch the lie going on in front of him.

Santana moaned loudly into Dave's mouth and rubbed her hand along his chest, 'So sexy.'

Tina slammed her cup down on the table, 'Can you guys chill? Some of us are trying to eat.'

Santana looked offended at the Asian as she wiggled off of Dave's lap and back onto her own chair. She looked downwards at his lap and lowered a hand to his thigh, 'Don't worry baby, we'll continue that later when we can be alone.'

Mercedes shivered, 'Thanks guys, I really needed the mental image of you two making out.'

'You wish you got to see this hotness,' Santana said patting Dave's thigh.

Dave seemed to try to smile at Santana but his face fell when he turned away. Dave picked up his burger and set it down again without taking a bite, 'So umm…where's Hudson?' Dave asked noticing Rachel was alone.

'How considerate of you to ask David,' Rachel said giving a piercing glare at her friends as she informed him, 'Finn wasn't feeling well after the bus ride, so he decided to have an early night.'

'Oh,' David mumbled, 'I hope he feels better by tomorrow. He's got to practice his dancing and his duet with you some more if we're going to win Nationals.'

Rachel laughed, 'I'll be happy with his dancing as long as he doesn't hit me in the nose again.'

'Don't worry Rach, Mike and me will work with him tomorrow. He just needs to watch someone with natural rhythm,' Dave grinned.

Rachel studied the jock for a second, 'You have improved greatly since joining glee club, haven't you, David?' she started to say before she was interrupted.

'Finn's never let us down before. He'll be fine, he always rises to the occasion just before competition,' Mercedes piped in.

'What about you, Fancy?' Dave asked, 'Are you excited for your solo?'

'I'd hardly call my couple lines in Loser Like Me a solo but yes it will be nice to perform in front of large crowd again,' Kurt rolled his eyes.

Dave shrugged, 'At least you got a couple lines. I'm just back up but I can hardly complain with being new and all.'

'Maybe next time, David,' Rachel said patting him on the back, 'Your voice is just as strong as Finn's when he started.'

'That would be nice,' Dave agreed as he mumbled, 'There's a couple songs I'd like to sing…'