set in a party held by set in a party held by Rachel sometime near the start of season three. Enjoy!

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"How do you cope with it?"

Kurt turned around and found himself suddenly face to face with a drunk Santana Lopez. Her silky black hair was ruffled up around her head and the usually immaculate black eye makeup that she wore has streaked down her cheeks. In her right hand she held a half empty bottle of beer.

Kurt blinked. "Huh?"

"With, y'know.." she gestured randomly in the air. "The shit."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"The bullies. The jocks. The gay-haters."

Kurt sighed. A heart to heart with Santana was not really what he had planned for tonight, but... he glanced over at blaine, who had passed out on the arm of a sofa. There wasn't really much else to do. What the hell.

"I do other things."

"Like what?"

"Like glee. That's-that's actually why I joined. To distract myself. From...from the shit."

"And?"

"And, I sew, I make clothes, I do movie marathons with Blaine and Rachel and Mercedes..."

"Can we do a movie marathon?"

Kurt blinked. Santana was still staring intently at him. "You wanna do a movie marathon with me ?" Santana nodded. She still looked incredibly drunk, but there was something in her eyes that made him think that she was being serious.

"I need something to...distract myself."

Kurt bit his lip. He had never been close with Santana, but ever since she had managed to get him back at McKinley, they had had a sort of grudging respect for each other. He also felt like he knew her a lot better than he had a year ago, and he had been with her, alongside the rest of the glee club, through all her struggles and all the crap she had gone through this year. He lowered his voice.

"It gets better."

Santana looked up at him through her stuck-together lashes.

"Really?"

He paused for a moment and then took the beer from her hand. "C'mon. I'll drive you home."

He carefully supported Santana as they made their way to the door, soon joined by a sober and very tired looking Finn, who was dragging along a very not-sober Blaine. As they made their way out of the front door and into the dark pavement outside, Santana turned to Kurt and said sleepily "does it get better, though?" Kurt smiled quietly. "Eventually."

"And was that a yes to movie marathons? Only if I can chose the movies, though."

"Of course".