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Chapter Six: Kitty

Santana didn't know how it happened, but at 1:20pm on a Wednesday afternoon, two days before school was about to break for summer vacation, she found herself sitting in Principal Figgins' office, staring at him, her hair and jacket out of place and a bruise already appearing on her cheek.

Figgins certainly didn't look pleased, to say the least.

The lengthy silence was broken by Coach Sue, Mr Schuester and a bitch of a Cheerio, Kitty Wilde, entering the office, Kitty being pulled in rather roughly by Sue.

She looked just as battered as Santana did, if not, even more so.

"Sorry we're late," Mr Schue apologised, taking a seat beside Santana.

Sue and Kitty sat beside them. Santana glared at the floor, refusing to look at either of them.

"Well," Sue said, crossing her legs. "Let me start this off by saying that I am deeply disappointed in this situation."

Mr Schue gave Santana a look. "I couldn't agree more, Sue."

"Tell me what happened," Figgins ordered, leaning his elbows on his desk. "From the very beginning."

Everyone looked at Santana, who sighed. "I was just walking down the hall to class, minding my own damn business, when Bimbo Barbie over there decides to knock into me and call me a dyke. I tripped her up and she attacked me. So I let her have it. Verbally."

"Is this true, Kitty?" Mr Schue asked, craning his neck to look at her.

Kitty shrugged. "It wouldn't have happened if she wasn't in my way."

"Do you see what I have to put up with, Mr Schue?" Santana shouted, her anger levels rising. "Ever since that dwarf Berry thought my coming out to Kurt was something that should be shouted off the rooftops of every building in Lima, I've had to put up with this crap, mainly from the Cheerios."

"Well," Mr Schue nodded. "This homophobic bullying can't be tolerated."

"True," Figgins agreed. "And neither can physical violence. Did you hit her first, Kitty?"

Kitty shrugged. "She had it coming."

"Did she give you the black eye?"

Kitty nodded, trying to hide a smug grin.

"She's lying, Mr Schue," Santana told him, losing her temper even further. "She tried to hit me, I blocked it and it backfired and she accidentally hit herself."

Sue clicked her tongue. "I don't believe that for a second. William, teach your kids not to lie."

"I'm not lying," Santana yelled. "You know I would have taken pride in that, because seriously, that's a shiner." She admired Kitty's bruise.

Mr Schue rolled his eyes, exasperated and clearly in no mood for this.

Sue stood up, letting Santana's words sink in. "Look at yourself, Kitty. You should be seriously ashamed."

"I agree, Sue." Figgins got up too, standing behind his desk chair.

Sue continued her attack on the Cheerio, ignoring her boss. "You look even more beaten than Boobs McGee over there. I taught you better than that. You started the brawl and you ended up worse than your opponent, and she didn't even hit you. You were weak. I can't even stand to look in your direction."

Mr Schue looked uncomfortable. "Sue, this isn't what this is about."

"You need to be quiet," Sue spat, pointing at him.

Kitty chimed in. "Maybe I should change out of Cheerios uniform and put on my squad sweatpants, Coach. I wouldn't want to be arousing any of today's company." She smirked evilly at Santana, who had had enough, and lunged at Kitty.

Mr Schue reached for Santana, who began screaming abuse at the blonde in Spanish.

"I wouldn't go near you with a ten metre pole, Blondie" she yelled, struggling in Mr Schue's grip. "And neither would half the school. The only possible partners you could have are JewFro, the entire population of the AV Club and that nerd in the wheelchair."

Kitty gasped, causing Santana's confidence to go through the roof.

"Everyone knows you have the hots for him," she continued, loving every second. "And I have plenty more dirt on you that I would be more than happy to let slip."

Figgins clapped his hands together loudly, getting everyone's attention. He looked utterly livid. "Ladies," he said calmly, though his anger was written all over his face. "We need to discuss a punishment."

"Agreed," Mr Schue said.

Sue begrudgingly sat back down in her seat. "What possible punishment could we give them? They're gone in two days."

"A two day suspension," Figgins replied.

"I couldn't agree more," Sue nodded.

Santana was outraged. She did nothing wrong, she only defended herself.

Kitty, on the other hand, looked terrified.

"Coach," she gasped. "Don't do this. This can't go on my record."

"Kitty," Sue said. "I'm up for insulting Sandbags as much as you are, trust me, I have taunts stored in my genius brain that I could use on her that are pure gold, but bullying someone over something as serious as what you were bullying her over is just not the done thing. You're lucky summer vacation is in a couple of days, or I would have requested for you to be suspended for two weeks."

Santana smirked as she watched Kitty sink in her seat, tearing up. She still wasn't happy, though.

"This is hardly fair, Mr Figgins," Mr Schue said. "Santana didn't do anything wrong."

"We can't prove that," Figgins said. "The two girls are getting the same punishment, William. That's final."

Mr Schuester stood up, not trying to argue. "Are we done here?"

Figgins nodded. "Girls, no more fighting and name calling. You may finish the rest of the school day, but you aren't to come back until next semester. There will also be severe sanctions when you come back. We take matters like this very seriously in this school."

Santana grabbed her backpack and strode out of the office, followed closely by Sue and Mr Schue.

Sue squared up to her. "I have my eye on you, Tex Mex. You may have gotten lucky this time, but we all know it was only a matter of time before you snapped and beat Kitty to a pulp. You're lucky I stopped you. It was your temper that got you kicked off the Cheerios in freshman year in the first place."

"We agreed never to mention I was ever on the Cheerios," Santana growled.

"You do realise I have the power to go back into Figgins' office and recommend you go to summer school instead of getting suspended?"

Santana smirked. "Good luck with that. My grades were perfect this year, there'd be no point in sending me there."

"Ah," Sue smiled. "But I also have the power to hack into the school's computer system and magically change that."

Before Santana could even reply, Mr Schue broke them apart, leading Sue away. "I'll make sure she does nothing, Santana," he assured her.

"Get your hands off me, William, the scent of your hair gel is equal to that of tear gas. I can actually feel my eyes watering as I speak, and I had my tear ducts removed at the age of ten."

Santana was speechless, and silently returned to class.

She took her seat beside Noah Puckerman in Biology, who was busy flicking erasers at people in the seats in front of him.

"Lopez," he grinned, patting the seat beside him. "Nice for you to finally join us."

Santana rolled her eyes, getting her notebook out of her bag. "Don't you have other people to bother, Puckerman?"

Puck's eyes widened. "Whoa. Easy, chica. I'm only trying to be polite."

Santana snorted in amusement. "The words 'Puckerman' and 'polite' sound so wrong in the same sentence, it almost sounds like a different language to me."

Puck laughed. "So, why were you so late to class?"

"Hard to explain," Santana shrugged. "But long story short, I'm suspended for the next two days."

"What did you do?"

"I did nothing," Santana hissed. "It was all Kitty Wilde's fault. That chick has a serious problem."

"She's crazy," Puck agreed. "She's also crazy hot, though."

Santana hit Puck rather hard in the chest. "Never say anything nice to me about her ever again, even if you are being a pig about it. I mean it. I'm seriously done with all of the Cheerios. If one of them so much as greets me, I'll give Figgins a real reason to suspend me."

Puck smirked. "Feisty. I've missed you, Lopez." He placed his hand on her thigh. "Maybe you could come over later? For old time's sake?"

"Not even on your birthday, Noah."

When Santana explained the situation to Kurt at lunch, he covered his mouth with his hand. "Wow," he breathed.

"I know," Santana sighed, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Totally unfair."

"Totally. So what are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean? What can I do? I can hardly refuse to accept the suspension, they'll end up dragging me off campus or something."

Kurt shook his head. "I meant about Kitty."

"Oh," Santana breathed. "I'll figure that one out." Her evil smirk was placed on her lips.

Kurt laughed. "I missed that."

"Missed what?"

"That gleam in your eye you get when you're feeling extra mischievous. It's been gone since the outing. I'm glad to see you're coming back to me."

When Santana got home that evening, she saw a message waiting for her on her laptop.

Brittany Pierce: Wanna video chat? x

Santana felt a smile creep on her lips before she could stop herself. God, she was whipped by this girl, and she had never ever met her before.

Santana Lopez: Sure, send the request :)

Yes, she even sent her smiley faces, too.

When Brittany's beaming face appeared on Santana's laptop screen, all of her worries went down the drain.

"Hey," Brittany said softly. Her face changed from delight to concern. "Are you okay, Santana? You look super tired."

Santana nodded. "I had a really tough day."

Brittany pouted. "Want to talk about it?"

Santana nearly died at Brittany's cuteness, before explaining the whole situation to her, telling her every single detail, minus Kitty's name.

"That sounds awful," Brittany said, crossing her arms and placing them on her desk. "Who is this girl?"

"This cheerleader in sophomore year," Santana explained. "She's always had it in for me, but since the outing, she just hasn't left me alone."

"What's her name?"

"Kitty Wilde."

Brittany looked at her. "Kitty Wilde? Blonde, mean Kitty Wilde?"

Santana's eyebrows knitted together. "You know her?"

"She went to my school," Brittany nodded. "Moved away to Ohio when me and you were starting sophomore year."

"Ah." Something clicked in Santana's mind. "I remember hearing she lived in Indy up until last year. But Indiana is big. What are the odds she went to your school? Wow."

Brittany smiled sadly. "Well, they were not in my favour. She gave me a really rough time, too."

Santana froze. "She what?"

"She bullied me until she left my school. Although she was a whole grade below me, she just felt the need to torment me and my friends every single day. The amount of days I went home and just cried because of her were uncountable. She still sends me nasty messages on IM, but I've tried to block all of her accounts."

Santana stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe her ears. She also couldn't believe someone would be so cruel to Brittany.

But there was one thing she did believe.

Kitty Wilde was in deep, deep trouble.

Before Santana knew it she was pulling up outside Kitty's house, and storming up her driveway, arriving at her front door and nearly knocking it down. She saw there was no car in the driveway, so it was safe to say Kitty's parents weren't home.

Kitty opened the door, and straight away Santana pulled her in by the scruff of her t-shirt.

"I have one thing to say to you Wilde," she snarled, the other girl's face mere centimetres from hers. "You can torment me all you want. I can handle it. But you pick on someone as sweet and innocent as Brittany Pierce, and we definitely have a massive problem."

Kitty looked utterly stunned, probably confused about so many things at that point. "How...?"

Santana dropped her to the floor, towering over the girl. "Never, ever contact Brittany again. Do you understand me?"

Kitty sniffed, and nodded weakly, trying to scramble to her feet to close the door.

Santana smirked proudly, and walked back to her car.