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Chapter 11 - Accessory
Santana Lopez prided on many of her attributes, her main one being not her sexual prowess or her skills, vocal and otherwise, but her ability to observe. It was how she noticed when Quinn started acting weird and found out about the pregnancy. It was how she managed to catch Karofsky checking out Sam's ass (and what a fine specimen that was) and managed to have enough leverage to blackmail him. There were other instances in her life her observation helped but this really topped them all. They had been backstage, trying to take off their make up and costumes and dress in normal clothes since the show garments now had sweat weighing them down. She had been looking around the room, listening with half an ear Blaine (without his pirate's eye patch) and Berry muttering about a musical or something and Brittany and Sugar having an odd conversation about glitter and cats with the rest of the club being noisy in the background, when she realized Kurt was nowhere to be seen. Her first emotion was worry; that boy could find trouble at the snap of her fingers and who knew whether some homophobic idiot had cornered Hummel in a corner. Next came logic and she decided to just look for him, maybe he had gone to the restroom or to have some coffee or to speak to the phone since the noise in their dressing room was ear shattering. So she stood, whispered a quick, "I'll be back," to Quinn who gave her an absentminded nod, and slipped out of the room.
She walked down the hallway, by passed the dressing room the guys and gals with the medieval costumes were in and the one where the prep school boys could be heard, just as loud as New Directions. Santana checked out the girls' restrooms first out of habit from what she knew from McKinley and then the boys' side as well.
"No Hummel," she muttered to herself and she started to worry. More determined she walked further down, already making plans to call dump muscle as back up to find that Smythe guy and confront him, when she heard it, moaning. And not the painful kind either.
Santana stopped short and made as little noise as possible when approaching the source of said noise. It was an alcove, half sectioned off by a heavy curtain, hiding the stairs that led to the upper levels of the theater they had performed in. On the tip of her toes she covered the distance and managed to get her first peek, two pairs of legs, dressed in two familiar pairs of pants. Her eyebrows climbed up once she recognized the Warbler outfit and the outfit New Directions had chosen to wear (Kurt was the one in charge of dressing them all and that boy could create miracles really with some fabric, thread and needles). Bracing herself Santana took a closer look and abruptly brought her hands up to cover her mouth lest she made a noise.
Here she was worried about Kurt when he was apparently being thoroughly kissed by none other than that douche Smythe. She blinked. And apparently said guy could kiss because Kurt was making some very telling noises. Further inspection showed that Porcelain was giving back as good as he got because the taller teen was quite obviously blown away by Kurt's mouth. She had never seen her fellow Glee member kissing Blaine with this much passion; usually those two kissed like a married couple, an old married couple. But now, here was Kurt kissing and being kissed like it was the last night of their lives. Santana observed a bit more and mentally cheered for Kurt and his apparent skills. She felt like cheering really, but refrained and bowed out of the display just as stealthily as she came.
Santana had mixed feelings about what she had seen. Cheating was not something she had room to judge other people for, not really. And Kurt, well, that boy was seriously under kissed and under sexed in her opinion. But Kurt was a friend and dare she say it, Blaine the hobbit was a friend as well. And Sebastian Smythe... She really hated that guy; Santana thought and gritted her teeth. Sebastian rubbed her in all the wrong ways, both their similarities and their differences were obvious to her and she chose to overlook them. She was still unable to make her mind when she returned to the dressing room and even later, when Kurt joined them, looking flushed, his lips a bit swollen and his eyes a bit guilty whenever Blaine looked, touched or spoke to him. Santana kept quiet even then, reasoning that she had known Kurt longer than Blaine and because deep down, she thought Kurt in Sebastian's arms had looked more alive than she had seen him in a while.