Tina P.O.V.
It was the end of the school day and Mercedes, Kurt, and I, the only three in our family still stuck in elementary school, were waiting for Santana to pick us up from school.
As we were waiting a boy in my class, a fellow sixth grader came up to us. "Hey fag!" he said to Kurt.
Kurt started to cry. I felt awful for him; Kurt's been picked on by practically everyone, pretty much his whole life.
"What did you just say?" asked Mercedes.
"I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to your gay little brother," said the boy, speaking to Mercedes but looking straight at me.
I watched as Mercedes attacked the boy. Although the boy was two years older than Mercy, she could take him fairly easily.
Suddenly, Santana pilled up. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
Mercedes was too consumed in her fight to notice Santana, so I answered for her. "That boy called Kurt a fag."
Santana looked from Kurt, to the boy. Suddenly, she began to verbally attack the small boy. "Who do you think you are? You're picking on some little kid! Pick on someone your own size! Like Tina."
"Hey! Don't give him any ideas." I said.
The little boy began to back away slowly, his speed gradually increasing. Within minutes he was running at full speed.
"You better run!" screamed Santana.
I rolled my eyes. No matter what you think of Santana, she is always there for her family.