A/N I'm so sorry! It feels like forever since I've updated anything even though it's only been about four days. Anyway, I've decided to update this fic first but if you follow Welcome to My Silly Life, there will be a new chapter before the day is done. I hope you enjoy this.

Chapter 2

Early the next morning, Kurt awoke to a pillow slammed into his face by Santana. He opened his eyes and saw her, already in her Cheerios uniform, a pillow in her hands and a wide grin on her face. He sat up and saw Brittany sitting on Santana's bed.

"Hey Kurt," she said in her confused little voice, "Sue came around to wake us up like twenty minutes ago."

She looked at his hair which was sticking up in all directions. "You look like Frankenstein."

Kurt sighed and got up slowly. Brittany was jabbering away to Santana, who seemed bored but pretended to be listening, and when she caught Kurt's eye she smiled and he looked between her and Brittany, smirked, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. She casually flicked him off and he laughed. A week ago, hell yesterday, he wouldn't have believed that they could just be like this. He didn't expect it to last though. She may not care if dating Brittany hurt her rep but being friends with Kurt would be like social suicide. He should just take what he could get. He dressed in his uniform and combed his hair to perfection. He walked out the door with the two girls on either side of him. He briefly wondered if Quinn had felt the sense of power that he did.

The team arrived at the high school that they would be performing at almost an hour later after a "healthy" breakfast of Sue's Master Cleanse. They were making their way towards the football field which they would be doing their routine on when Santana suddenly grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him back into the school yelling something about needing to go to the bathroom to Coach Sue. They entered empty classroom.

"Care to enlighten me as to what this is about?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Look Kurt, it turns out you're pretty cool but I don't know if we should speak publicly... or where people can hear us. Please don't think it's because I don't like you or anything but I it's in both of our best interests."

Kurt agreed up until the last part. "How is it in both of our best interests. It sounds like you're just helping yourself," he said.

Santana sighed and counted in a voice you'd use with a small child. "I mean, I can't help you if I'm on the bottom too. But if I defend you and crap then you can rule the school from the shadows. You can be my shadow king. We'll rule McKinley with an iron fist. What do you say?"

"Why the hell would you want to 'rule' with me?" Kurt asked.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Because, we are both fierce bitches who take nothing from no one. Really who else would rule by my side?"

Now it was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes. "I don't know," he started sarcastically, "How about Quinn? Mercedes is a diva. There are plenty of people for you to choose from."

Santana checked the time on her phone. They still had ten minutes before they had to be back for real. "OK 1. Where have you been for the last seven months? Quinn is nothing now. She's still my friend but a pretty sucky candidate for a leader. And 2, I can't rule with a girl by my side, that's like confirmed gay and this whole point is to keep me in the closet. I need you. I can help you with the bullying and stuff."

Kurt looked thoughtful. Santana could be helpful with the bullying situation. The whole school feared her; they'd be fools not to.

"You know what Santana Lopez, you have yourself a deal."

He held out his hand and she took it, signature smirk on her face. She checked her phone again. "We'd better get down there before Coach Sue gets pissed."

They walked down to the football field in silence. However, it was a comfortable silence unlike when they'd walked side by side to the bus only a day before.

Coach Sue yelled at them for a good ten minutes about how they could've missed the competition, even though it started in an hour and they were going in the twentieth place. (There was a team from each state.) They took the whole thing although they felt like rolling their eyes through the duration of the rant though they refrained as they both valued their spots on the team and internal organs.

Their performance went off without a hitch and Kurt basked in the glow of the spotlight. And they applause, God, it was AMAZING. As they stood in their final poses Kurt looked back and caught Santana's eye. She gave him a subtle thumbs up and wink and he grinned and winked back. They were positive they'd won. Not only had none of the previous teams even come within a mile of being better than them but they'd completely psyched out the following performers. The actual routines were too different from any others, besides the addition of vocals, but the Cheerios performed with a perfection that came from up to six straight hours of practice and Sue Sylvester's threats.

They went into the school gym where a stage had been built and there were camera crews and everything.

"Holy crap," Kurt said, "I didn't know this was going to be on TV."

"That's right lady," Sue said, "almost every local news channel in the country. I've pulled some strings so everyone can know Sue Sylvester is the best coach in the world."

Sue walked away and Santana said, "Holy crap, I just can't believe you said holy crap."

Kurt just laughed and did his best to smile directly inline of every camera they passed. Santana laughed at him and he hit her gently on the arm without turning his gaze from the cameras.

"So like we agreed," Santana said, "Nothing changes in public."

"So you continue making rude comments about my sexuality and I pretend to look hurt instead of laughing my head off at the irony," Kurt clarified.

Santana nodded. "I'm serious about helping you, I have dirt on just about every jock on the football and hockey teams and I can blackmail them if necessary."

"Thanks," Kurt said. He looked around at the now filled gym. "When does the ceremony start?"

Santana shrugged and started examining her nails. "If its anything like last year, Sue is currently backstage or something making sure the announcement people know how to say her name for when she wins. We're just lucky that they already voted or else they'd have someone else win just to piss her off."

Kurt laughed and turned to smile brightly at a camera as it passed.

"Why do you do that?" Santana asked.

"Practice," he said simply.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Of course," she huffed.

"What?" Kurt asked defensively.

Santana shrugged. "It's just that sometimes you're just like Berry. You're both so sure where you're going and the rest of find that annoying but I, and I'm sure other people too, only insult you for it because I'm jealous. I don't know where I'm going and that scares the crap out of me. And there are you two, so sure of yourselves. I only hate Berry more because she seems to think she deserves everything she gets even though in reality everything gets handed to her. Sure she gets the occasional slushy tossed in her face and me and Quinn used to post mean stuff on her My Space-"

"Rachel had a My Space?" Kurt interrupted, chuckling.

"Yes she was that much of loser now as I was saying. She gets whatever she wants and you have to fight for everything tooth and nail. Most of the world hates you or at least who you are. I don't want to seem like a downer but we both know it's the truth and that's why I'm so scared. The truth is that you inspire me every single day just by being you."

Kurt was a little teary eyed at the end of her speech, until she punched him the shoulder suddenly.

"Ow!" he cried, rubbing his arm.

"Let me make myself clear, I never said any of that, I'm only allowed to show feeling when it comes to Britt."

"Deal," Kurt said through gritted teeth.

The ceremony started by a guy coming onto the stage and told the following three teams to come down to the floor. "The Lincoln High School Cheerleader, the McKinley High Cheerios, and the Kennedy High Cheerleader," the guy called.

The top three teams made their way down and stood together, two in nervous bundles but one was almost bored. It would be the seventh time they won Nationals after all.

"The runner ups are... the Lincoln High School Cheerleaders!" The group screamed, jumped up and down, and ran to grab their trophy.

"And the winner is... the McKinley High Cheerios! Congratulations!" he said. The Cheerios jumped up and down, hugging each other and running up onto the stage to accept their trophy. Somewhere in the middle of all this, Santana reached over and pantsed Brittany. Kurt looked over and saw that the poor girl wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. He did his best to hold back laughter unsuccessfully. Santana was trying to get Brittany to pull her skirt back up and was whispering fiercely in her ear. Brittany finally got the message and fixed her skirt but not before earning some strange looks.

"See something you like?" Kurt whispered in Santana's ear. She hit him on the arm but she was blushing slightly. Wait. Santana was blushing? It was official, between the two of them becoming friends and her blushing; the world was coming to an end.

Two Weeks Later:

They stuck with what they agreed on, no communication where people could see them but "Gay Kid" soon became the most called contact on Santana's iPhone. They shared stories and Santana really did help with the bullying expect for Karofsky. She apologized but she just had no dirt on the guy. He was probably one of about four guys she hadn't slept with so she couldn't say he was bad in bed or anything. Of course she'd tried to dig something up on him but there was nothing. Filch. Nada. Eventually Kurt just made her stop looking and start concentrating on important things like "school work" and crap. All in all, things were looking up for the both of them.

A/N Wow I made that end suddenly. I couldn't think of a good way to end this chapter. That was the last chapter of the Nationals part and now it will be mostly them going through different episodes as secret friends. Reviews are Love. (^_^)

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez