Prompt: Secret Society
Characters: Blaine & Santana (set in the You Don't Even Know universe)
Words: 529
Blaine obviously isn't supposed to talk about it. So, he doesn't. But he thinks about it. All the time. How the need inside him to fight started way before he was beaten after the Sadie Hawkins dance. It started when he was diagnosed with cancer in third grade, and had felt unable to truly fight anything for fourteen months.
Try feeling powerless for that long. Of course there were social workers that talked to him. He got beads for going through any number of procedures. But ask any kid - ask any person - and they'll tell you that it's not exactly a fair trade.
Even all these years later, he's not out of the woods. He was only officially considered cured at fourteen. Just in time for the Sadie Hawkins nightmare. It's been three years. Still, he's not naïve enough to think it's over, just like that. Cooper had a friend who had cancer as a kid, and then got other cancer when she grew up, which she didn't survive. A teenage acquaintance had some kind of brain bleed a few years after they finished chemo. So, Blaine knows, he is still living on borrowed time.
It doesn't make sense, logically, but it doesn't have to. Blaine wants to be in control of something in his life. He wants to feel alive, and he wants to have some power over his environment. Is that so wrong? It doesn't seem like it to him. Consenting kids with a secret agreement, secret details, secret everything. It looks random, but that's all part of it.
When Santana approaches him at Dalton and just blurts it out in the middle of campus, Blaine almost has a heart attack.
"Jeez, Santana! Have you ever heard of a sacred oath?"
"A sacred oath? Are you serious? A little dramatic, don't you think. So, can I join, or what?"
"It's a Dalton branch," Blaine said bitterly. "You have to be a Dalton student. Who told you, anyway?"
"Finn."
"Of course. Finn," Blaine sighs. He knew he shouldn't have said anything in the locker room. This was going to be all over McKinley soon, and then Blaine would be expelled."
"So, I can't join." Santana says, crossing her arms.
"No, you can't," Blaine whispers. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't continue to talk about it."
"If I was a dude, you'd let me join," Santana argued, keeping pace with him.
"If you were a dude, you wouldn't be having this conversation with me," he said carefully.
"You are seriously pissing me off, Wonder Twin. All I want is to kick some ass. Just like you. Don't make me beg, for real. It's so beneath me."
Blaine didn't say anything.
"What do you want? Test answers? Money? What?"
"Wow, you're really desperate, aren't you?" Blaine asked, impressed. He waited until they were out the doors and off school grounds before he said, "Follow me to Westerville now. Two hours. Don't ask questions. First rule of fight club? Don't talk about it."
Santana smiled and doubled back to the parking lot, looking forward to having a plan, but more than that? Looking forward to having some power.
The End.