Chapter 20: Petition
I walked down the hallway pinky linked with Brittany; she was smiling and talking rapidly like she just had a bowl of sugar.
"I can't wait till Figgins sees these signatures...He's gonna be so upset...And then we can go to prom together...And then we can dance...And then..."
"Brittany!"
She paused.
"Let's just get to Glee Club first, okay?"
"Okay." She smiled widely at me. I shook my head and smiled at her.
We made our way down the hallway towards Glee Club; everyone was sitting listening to Mr. Schue talk about something unimportant as usual. When we entered all eyes were on us. Brittany and I made our way to the center of the room.
"First of all..." I started off angrily, then smiled, "We really want to thank you for what you guys did yesterday."
"Yeah, it was like a rainbow of awesome." Brittany said with a smile.
"You're welcome." Rachel began, "We all thought that Figgins was begin unfair, so we wanted to support you."
"Yeah, doesn't matter if you were two dudes we'd still have your back." Puck said with his arm around Lauren.
"Uh, thanks, Puck." I said unsure.
"You'd be San Diego and I'd be Britain!"
"Why would you two be named after countries?" Finn asked.
Brittany shrugged, "It sounded good at the time."
I looked at Brittany but didn't say anything more about our names.
"Anyway, Figgins is in his office now, I think we should take the petition to him and prove that no one at this school cares if it's two girls or two guys going to prom." I said.
"Great idea, Santana." Quinn said, "I think Rachel has the petition."
"No, actually Finn does."
"I thought Puck had them."
"Why would I have them?"
"Wait...So no one has the petition?" I asked.
"I have it." We turned around to see Karofsky walking into the choir room.
"Why did you have it?" Sam asked.
"And how did you even get it?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, like, are you like a weird ghost person?" Brittany asked.
"No. You guys left it sitting on the table when you took a lunch break. I took it when Brittany wasn't looking." All eyes were on Brittany.
"I knew something was missing..." She said shaking her head.
"But why did you take it?" I asked him.
He shrugged, "You needed more sigs."
"And you got them for us?" Quinn asked.
He didn't say anything. He handed me the petition forms and walked off. I flipped through them and noticed a few more signatures than yesterday.
"It looks like we have about a hundred and fifty." I said going through the pages.
"Why would Karfosky do that?" Quinn asked.
"Who cares? We have the sigs, let's go find Figgins."
We walked down the hallway, feeling like a mob. It felt like we were walking in slow motion with nothing but our swagger keeping us afloat. I loved it. It seemed like we were earning a new respect around here. Though a part of me really wanted to know why Karofsky took the petition and why he even wanted to help us, it doesn't matter right now. Right now all that mattered was getting Figgins to understand that he can't silence us. We are Glee Club. We take crap every day from so many people at this school; we are stronger than we ever have been. United we stand, Divided we fall.
"One hundred and fifty signatures." Rachel said, slamming the petition on Figgins desk.
"One hundred and fifty signatures of people who couldn't care less about Santana and Brittany going to prom together." Finn added.
Figgins eyed the paper; he picked it up and flipped through it.
"No name is doubled." Puck said.
"Go ahead and look through them, we'll wait." Sam added.
Figgins looked at us and sighed.
"Parents are not going to be happy..."
"Parents are not the ones going to prom. We are." Lauren spoke up, "You might as well say parents don't want a big girl at prom, or a guy in a wheelchair." She looked down at Artie, "Parents just want their kids happy and those signatures prove that the students here don't care."
We turned from Lauren to Figgins. He gulped and flipped the pages once again.
"Fine, but no kissing."
"No kissing?" Brittany questioned with a pout. I took her hand and squeezed it.
"No kissing." I said.
We all exited the office with a new pep in our step. I was pinky linked with Brittany and I felt so proud of myself. I saw, as we continued to walk, Dave was looking at us from his locker. I pulled Brittany to follow me as we made our way towards him.
"Thanks for what you did." I said.
"Whatever."
"It was sweet of you. I knew you weren't a douchebag like everyone thought." Brittany said. Karofsky turned and looked at her. He snarled. I moved closer to block his stare.
"Why did you do it though?"
The bell rang before he could answer.
"Come on Santana, class."
"You go, I'll catch up."
"But Santana..."
"I promise."
She released my pinky and strolled to class alone. I stared at Karofsky who had turned back to his locker once Brittany had left us.
"Okay, it's just you and me now. Why did you get those signatures?"
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Karofsky..."
"Coach Beiste made me do it." He slammed his locker and slung his book bag over his back.
"What?"
"She wanted the football team to help out so I did."
"Why you? Why not everyone else on the team?"
"Why does it matter? You got your stupid wish; you and your dyke girlfriend are going to prom together."
"Dyke girlfriend? And just when I thought you were less of a jackass."
"Whatever." He began to walk away from me.
"What is your problem?" he turned to face me, "Why are you so scared of us? We don't have cooties you know."
"Whatever."
He walked away from me and turned the corner out of sight. I sighed but went to class without a second thought about Dave Karofsky.