A Civil Conversation
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: Kurt finds an indirect way into Noah Puckerman's life.
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
A Civil Conversation
"Come on Kurt. You're with me for the day." Santana says softly as she kneels down by Kurt through the open door of her car.
"I can't." Kurt says softly as he turns his head to look at her. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."
Santana reaches up and cups his face. "You have to. You have to keep fighting. You can't let Mr.-" She stops with Kurt's glare. "You can't let him win. He's the one that's destroying everything for you." Santana takes a deep breath to hold back the tears. "You said he watches you right?" Kurt slowly nods. "So he must have seen you crying last night? He must have seen me holding you all night. He must know that you're dying inside." Santana's voice cracks. She takes one last shaky breath to finish up. "You need to talk to him . . . to stop this."
Kurt shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I . . . I've tried. He's determined to see us through to the end." Kurt shakes his head before turning and moving his feet out of the car. Santana stands up and moves back. "Just forget about it Santana." Kurt says as he shoulders his bag and shuts the door. "Don't do anything rash."
Santana slowly nods. "Fine, but this has to end soon. I won't let this go any further."
Kurt gives her a broken smile, not believing her. Santana takes a second to take in his appearance. His body is wearing thin from stress. Deep bags are under his eyes. His eyes themselves are bloodshot from crying and stress. His face is near dry, the only moisture coming from the tears since his moisturizing routine was long forgotten. His clothes are no longer styled. A white shirt with a black jacket, blue jeans covered his legs.
Santana places her hands on his shoulders. "How come no one ever noticed how much you've changed in just the last week alone?"
Kurt shrugs before looking to the school. "No one ever looks. I'm not important enough."
"Hey." Santana shakes his shoulders until he looks at her. "You're important to at least five people that I know of."
"Yeah." Kurt surprised eyebrows shoot up. "Who?"
"Me and Brit." Santana says with a soft smile. "Puck and his sister."
"Sarah." Kurt supplies.
"Yeah." Santana smiles. "And there's also your dad. Now you technically don't need anyone else since these people support you and care for you, but if you want more . . . then look at the glee club." She takes a step froward so she's right in Kurt's face. "You need to believe in the people that care about you Kurt."
Kurt sighs. "I do Santana. I really do. And you've become very important in my life, but . . ." He takes a deep breath. "But you need to stay away. He's getting more dangerous by the second. More jealous." Kurt pulls out of Santana's hands and takes a few steps away. He sighs before looking back at her. "You're in the list of people that I'm trying to protect now. He can obviously see that we're hanging out now. You're becoming a target if he gets angry."
"And I could care less." Santana says slowly as she walks towards Kurt. "Get it through you're head. I'm with you, and that's how it's going to be. "Now." She takes a deep breath before looping her arm through Kurt's. "Let's go enjoy school before this weekend. I'm pretty sure between Puck and me, and probably your family . . . you're going to have a full weekend."
Kurt lets out a sigh of relief and nods. "Come on."
Santana smiles with success as she leads them towards the school.
Success. Now I need to find someone to drop him off with who will take care of him.
Santana keeps her eyes open as they enter the school. She smiles when she sees Brittany trying to ignore Rachel.
"Hey Brit. Berry." Santana acknowledges the two with a smile. "Would you guys mind hanging with Kurt before class?"
"Sure." Brittany says without thinking about it first.
"Why?" Rachel asks with her eyes narrowing.
"Yes. Why?" Kurt asks with suspicious eyes.
Santana smiles and kisses Kurt on the cheek. "Don't worry. I just have a test to make up since I skipped out yesterday to hang with you."
Kurt's eyes soften. "Oh. I'm sorry about that."
Santana waves him off. "Don't worry." She eyes the girls before leaning forward and lowering her voice. "Be careful."
Kurt nods and forces a smile for the two girls. "Come on ladies."
Santana smiles as Kurt loops his arms through each of the girls and leads them away.
Good. I guess that won't be the only lie I'm telling today. Dang . . . it's going to be a long day, but it's for Kurt. Come on Santana, you can do this.
Santana takes a deep breath before turning away from her leaving friends and faces the many faces of the hallway crowd. She starts walking through and looking at the same time. Her usual smirk of pride is gone as the crowd parts away from her like usual. She's focused.
She stops at the intersection of hallways and takes a deep breath as she spots her target. She plasters a smile and walks into Miss Pillsbury's office.
"Santana." The red-headed counselor turns from the man sitting opposite of her desk and looks at the newest guest in the room. "How may I help you?"
"Actually," Santana tries to sound nervous. "I was wondering if I could talk with Mr. Shue."
The Spanish teacher looks surprised. "Sure." He says as he gets up. "What about?"
"Spanish." Santana lies. "I grew up in a household speaking Spanish and I wanted to to compare notes about the differences between being born into the Spanish language versus learning it in school."
Mr. Shue looks impressed. "Sure. That sounds like a great conversation." He turns to Miss Pillsbury with an apologetic smile. "Sorry Emma."
"That's quite all right Will. Santana." She bows her head to the two standing individuals before she begins working on her pamphlets.
"So where would you like to talk?" Will asks as he follows Santana out into the hallway.
"In your office. I figured I'd have some time to waste before classes start." Santana lies again.
Mr. Shue nods and moves into step with her.
Are you really this oblivious that you don't see what I'm doing?
Santana struggles to keep the fighting grin off of her face.
"Here we are." Mr. Shue stops outside of his office, only a short walk from where they just came, and puts a hand out to motion Santana in.
Santana smiles sweetly before walking in. She eyes the chair, but remains standing. Mr. Shue gives her an odd look for not taking the seat, but goes behind his desk and waits.
"Are you going to take a seat?" He asks, refusing to take his own until she does.
Santana just smiles and shuts the door behind her. She ignores the odd looks from her teacher before drawing the blinds shut.
"What are you doing Santana?" Mr. Shue asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Santana sneers at him before lashing out and smacking him in the face.
That felt good.
Mr. Shue stumbles back a few steps and brings his hands to his growing bruise. "Santana." His voice is quite before he finally registers what happened. He clears his throat and authority kicks in. "What do you think you were doing?"
"I know." Santana says quietly. Her voice seems to be the perfect key for silence. "I know all about you and your weird obsession with Kurt.
Mr. Shue starts to smile deviously. "Oh . . . and here I was hoping that he wouldn't tell you, but he always gives in if you seem nice to him."
Shoot.
Santana keeps the glare on her face. "That explains why a sick psychopath like you will never have him."
Mr. Shue chuckles before his eyes darken.
Is this what Kurt sees every time with him?
Mr. Shue takes a step closer. "Well now he has no choice, does he?" His voice sounds so light, childlike and carefree. "He's broken the rules."
"No he hasn't." Her voice almost cracks. "He's stayed away from Puck."
"Oh Santana." Mr. Shue smiles as he reaches up to caress her face. She clenches her jaw so she doesn't flinch away. "He wasn't supposed to tell anyone." He grips her chin. "Especially some slutty whore of a scumbag that isn't worth jack squat." She tries to shake out of his hold, but he bring his other hand up and grabs her arm. He uses both hands to push her into the wall. "Now I have to bring my plans to the light sooner than I wanted, and at least this way, I don't mind that I get to hurt a few along the way. Because I get-" He squeezes her throat. She tries to yell and kick, but her throat is being crushed and he is pressing her legs against the wall with his. "What I want." He hisses at her as her eyes start to droop. "And no one will stop me." Santana stops breathing as he lets go and her body drops to the ground.
Mr. Shue looks around, making sure that no one can see into his small office. He reaches down and picks up Santana's legs before dragging her further into his office.
Kurt sighs as he steps out into the cool air of Lima, Ohio. He glances back at the school with concerned eyes.
Where is she? She's been missing all day.
Kurt jumps when he feels someone tap his shoulder.
"Hey." Puck's eyes narrow in concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Kurt shakes his hand off and lets out a shaky breath. "It's just been a weird day." He looks up into Puck's confused eyes. "I haven't seen Santana since this morning. Even Brit hasn't."
Puck offers him a smile. "She's probably got sick or something. Nothing to worry about." Puck bites his lip. "Does that mean that you need a ride?"
Kurt chuckles at his nervousness. "That'd be nice."
"Cool. We just have to pick Sarah up and I'll take you home, unless you want to stay over." Puck suggests quietly.
Kurt gives him a small smile as he shakes his head. "Not tonight."
Puck accepts this with a nod as they make their to his truck.
Where is she?
Kurt bites his lip and continues to look back at the school until they reach Puck's truck. Puck unlocks the door for him. Kurt slides in and stares out the window. His eyes narrow when he sees Santana's car still in the parking lot.
Duh-duh-duhhhhhhhhhh. So, this is the first time I've did a time jump in this story, but it builds suspense. It's also in Santana's POV for the first part of this chapter. So let me know what you think. This is the start of the end. The build-up has led to this. So please, everyone, leave me a nice long review to help me get through my Monday.