A/N: Oh my God it feels like forever since I've updated. I'll try to update at least once a week. I have a ton of ideas it's just a matter of getting them down on paper, or monitor. *cue drum thing* Yes, thank you, thank you I'll be here all night. But really, I promise to update more. BTW I've started naming chapters for the episodes they take place during.

WARNING: mild swearing, slightly bitchy Kurt and normal Santana. I really just have this warning because of one gay sex joke that I don't even know why I put it in here but it seemed very Santana-ish.

From the show.

Nick fans should be happy with this chapter.

BTW (this is the longest author's note ever) I'm putting Kurt's name in italics during phone conversations so it will be easier to tell that it's him.

Coach Sue was insane. This was common knowledge to be sure (Have you spent more than two seconds with the woman?) but she was acting more insane then normal for some reason. The scary thing was, the way she was acting calm and just a little bored and lifeless. It was like a ticking time bomb, you just knew she was going to explode eventually and when she did, Santana knew the glee club would be hit hardest, they always were.

Oh well, Mr. Schue would put a stop to this. He would protect the members of the club. Then they would all thank him on bended knee and there would be tears and group hugs, you know, the usual. Because isn't that what he lived for, mindlessly challenging the most powerful woman on Earth? Idiot. How the hell did get a teaching degree?

Santana was opening her locker when heard a familiar giggling and turned to see Artie wheeling down the hallway with Brittany on his lap. The Latina rolled her eyes and turned back to her locker, angrily shoving books into the metal book as if each one had personally affronted her. Why did she have to be in love with someone who was taken? Why did she have to be in love at all? She wasn't a falling in love and finding 'the one' type girl, so why did she have to fall in love with her best friend who was also a girl? It would be tragic enough if she fell in love with a boy but no, she had to be head over heels for a girl while living in goddamn Ohio, in one of the most small minded cities in the state.

She slammed her locker closed and resisted the urge to be her head against the metal. Why did Artie's locker have to be across the hall from her's and why was he choosing this very moment when Santana was already in a pissy mood to have a heated make out session with said person's crush? That boy had a death wish.

She walked to Cheerios practice where Becky and two junior Cheerio mangers were passing out blue wigs.

"They look like my sister's hair after she dyed it herself at home using some stuff she bought from a guy in a dark alley," Brittany said, pulling at the wig.

Santana rolled her eyes. If anyone was dumber then Britt, it was Britt's older sister. She didn't know how her parents could stand it. Answer: Most of the time, they didn't. Britt and her younger sister practically lived at their best friend's or boyfriend's houses because their parents didn't know how to deal with them most of the time.

"Yeah, Britt, whatever," she said, adjusting her wig so none of her dark hair would show.

She knew of course, that if was for the Katy Perry number they'd been rehearsing. It involved fire and BMX biking. Yet when they performed it, Sue wasn't really watching, apparently checking her email was more important.

"I'm bored,"she said into her trusty megaphone after the performance.

Most of the girls looked disappointed. (One girl's boob sparkler, as the girls had nicknamed them, went out and if any of them were dramatic enough, they could have said something about the sparkler dying represented the death of their excitement and expectations, but none of them were that over the top excluding Berry and she wasn't even on the Cheerios.) Despite everyone else's disappointment, Santana just rolled her eyes.

No! You, bored! Ha, I couldn't tell, she thought sarcastically.

She listened to the rest of Coach Sue and Quinn's conversation in disbelief and boredom. The only thing that was remotely interesting was when she slapped herself with chicken as well as Brittany as ordered by Sue. She tried not to enjoy smacking Britt but it was funny and maybe it would slap some sense into her so she can realize how much Santana loved her.

The Cheerios let out after Quinn gave Sue some stupid advice about topping herself (Wanky!) and the girls hit the showers. One bad thing about being on the Cheerios was the uniforms. Oh they were fine for the most part. All the colors matched, it was made of sturdy material that wasn't a stupid gross blend, and- oh God she was turning into Kurt!

Ahem, anyways, the only bad thing about the uniforms was that they needed to wear them everyday and you also performed in them, yeah. That part of it sucked but it was worth it to show everyone how they were the top bitches and that they were to be respected but Santana couldn't show of her sexy clothes that Kurt helped buy her and she had to perform and sweat in the same uniform she wore everyday to school. Well, that wasn't true they got two or three uniforms and one was for the day and one was for performance. The performance ones were respected most though, those were the new ones. If you got so much as a pin prick size stain on your performance uniform, you were off the squad.

"You want to hang out later?" Santana asked Brittany.

"No thanks, Artie's gonna tell Lord Tubbington to stop smoking, he won't listen to me anymore," Brittany said, drying her long hair.

Santana felt a stab of anger and sadness. She used to be the person who told Britt's cat not to do the weird things Britt claims he did.

"I thought I was supposed to do that," Santana said.

"I know, but last time you called it dumb. Artie never calls it dumb," Britt said.

Brittany didn't mean for it to sound like she was comparing her to Artie, Santana knew that. But that didn't stop it from pissing her off.

"Whatever. I'm going to go hang out with Q," Santana said.

Of course she didn't hang out with Quinn, they hadn't quite recovered from their fight earlier in the year, they only really stood to be around each other, not really true friends. Had they ever been true friends though? They'd known each other in middle school and when high school had started they'd decided they should both join the Cheerios and to act like best friend bitches to make everyone else jealous. They were like Satan sisters. Friends when it suited them and they needed each other for popularity and the like.

No, Santana would call Kurt. Since him and the gel hobbit were still living in a "best friend" haze of sexual tension, he should be free.

"Sup Satan," Kurt said as he answered the phone.

"Hey, you busy?"

"No, you okay?"

"I fine," Santana sighed. "Okay, maybe I'm not. Britt's got a date with Professor X and it pissed me off. I wanted to talk to you."

"Kay, talk," Kurt said.

He was in his small dorm room at Dalton which he stayed in durning the week and was also only occupied by him, no roommate. Just one of the (only) benefits of transferring mid-term. He was laying on his bed on his stomach, his feet in the air, prepared for a long lady chat.

"I just don't know what to do."

Kurt sighed. "Tana, no one ever does, love will forever be a mystery."

"Stop sounding like a goddamn poet and tell me what to do."

Kurt laughed and rolled over, hanging over the side of his bed and staring around his room upside down. He did this sometimes when he's bored and just wants a new perceptive.

"There's the girl I know and love," he said.

Santana laughed. Her phone made a beeping noise alerting her that another call was coming in. Britt's face flashed across the screen.

"K, I have to go, Britt's calling me," Santana said.

"Kay, bye." Kurt hung up and sighed. His arm dropped off the side of his bed and his phone fell onto the carpet. What were the chances that two people in Lima, Ohio both in love with their best friends would find friendships with each other? Speaking of best friends, Blaine was still a clueless idiot. He'd sang to other guy and even after Kurt confessed his feelings, he'd turned him down. Kurt thought things might be a little awkward but no, things were exactly as they were. Blaine continued sending insane mixed messages. Kurt personally would've rather there have been some awkwardness, he felt that without some Blaine was practically still inviting Kurt to chase after him. After all, if it was awkward then Kurt would know Blaine really didn't want to date him and he could try to move on with his life. But it was nothing like that. Maybe Blaine was just too clueless to know how to make things awkward.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone dinging, alerting him of a text from Santana.

Britt was just telling me bout cheerios practice. night-S

Kurt rolled over and fell asleep right then and there, still in his Dalton uniform, exhausted by heartbreak and the weight of life on his shoulders.

The special practice turned out to be Coach Sue announcing her plans to shoot Brittany out of a cannon and the girls staring at her in disbelief. Even Brittany seemed to realize that she probably wouldn't survive this. Santana was pissed at Sue. Maybe having feelings for Brittany made her a little biased, (She really wouldn't mind if any of the other bitchy girls died getting shot out of a cannon.) but Coach Sue had officially lost it if she thought anyone was going to let her do this.

"I don't wanna die,"Brittany said, holding the head of the poor demolished dummy.

Quinn said she would talk to Mr. Schue and Santana rolled her eyes. See? Schue was the solution to every problem.

Santana was in history when shit hit the fan. She was innocently flirting with the guy next to her while shooting daggers into the back of Artie's head and wondering the best way to kill him in a way that would make her seem innocent when she heard a screaming and the sound of things being smashed. The dazed teacher (He always had a dazed look in his eye which caused students to suspect that he sells pot as a night job.) tried to maintain order but soon all the students were out of their seats and running to the sound of the noise which turned out to be Sue destroying the principal's secretary's office. She quickly moved on to the hallway, throwing kids books and hats and yelled unintelligible things and Santana knew: Time Bomb Sue had exploded.

The next few days went in a sort of haze of football players, zombies, and human cannons. Coach Sue had somehow convinced Brittany that the human cannon missed her and that it needed the money it somehow got from expelling Brittany from it across a football field to pay to take care of it's children. It was too late, Brittany had signed the consent form and Sue was making the Cheerios choose between glee club and the cheer squad. They choose cheerleading and Finn had yelled at Quinn but that still didn't prepare Santana for the call she got the day after quitting right after Cheerios practice.

"I cannot believe you," Kurt said as soon as Santana answered the phone.

Santana sighed. "I'm not in the mood for this Kurt," she replied.

"Santana," Said girl involuntarily flinched, Kurt hadn't called her by her full name since they'd roomed durning the week from hell when Burt was in a coma. "Why would you quit glee club? We both know how much you love it there. Are you scared of not being popular? Why would you-"

"That's freaking rich coming from you," Santana interrupted, "you're the one who ran away from McKinley and Karofsky with your tail in between your legs."

There was a deafening silence on the other end of the line. Santana immediately felt so guilty. "Kurt I'm so-"

"I'll talk to you later, Santana," Kurt said quickly before hanging up his phone.

Santana slowly lowered her slightly shaking hand to her side. She'd never hated herself this much in her life. She looked around her room. She grabbed a pillow of her immense bed and started punching it repeatedly. She hadn't realized she was crying. She had trouble breathing from the tears. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed.

Back at Dalton, Kurt was going through the same thing. He screamed into his pillow but a few seconds later there was a knock on his door. He was expecting some prefect saying that he was breaking 'the sacred silence' or some crap like that.

"What?" he said gruffly, swinging open the door. He wasn't expecting a surprised looking Jeff Sterling.

Jeff had been walking to his best friend Nick's room when he heard a scream. It sounded frustrated and broken and so, so sad. He didn't know who stayed there. Last he knew, the room was empty. He wouldn't be surprised if the person was sick of his roommate and broke into an empty room to be by himself. He'd be in a crap ton of trouble if he got caught but Jeff got that some people needed to their time alone.

This in mind, he shouldn't have bothered the person when they clearly needed a moment. Yet he knocked on the door anyway. It was a few seconds before the door swung open revealing none other than Kurt Hummel.

Jeff liked Kurt, he really did. Sure the kid was a little outspoken sometimes but he was nice enough and really talented. He'd been great with his solo but with the whole Warbler way of not thinking outside the box, it was a little out there. And it was also a show tune, Warblers don't do show tunes. So all together, Jeff liked the new kid, so he was concerned when he saw him standing in the doorway looking like hell.

Jeff took in the appearance of his fellow Warbler and was shocked. Kurt's eyes were puffy and red, his uniform was wrinkled, and his hair was messy for the first time in the history of hairspray. It was scary considering how put together Kurt normally was.

"What?" Kurt growled in a scary tone.

"I just, I heard screaming. You okay?" Jeff asked.

"Peachy," Kurt snapped and made to close the door but Jeff stopped him.

"Kurt, we can both see that's a load of bullcrap. Please let me help you," Jeff said sincerely.

Kurt blinked up at him for a moment, seeming more than a little shocked at the boy's offer. He opened the door more and gestured for Jeff to come in.

"Thanks," Jeff said.

Kurt frowned, wondering what Jeff was thanking him for.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?" Jeff asked.

Kurt was ready to say no and that Jeff should mind his own business but he stopped himself. Jeff was a nice guy. Little bit of a partier and had a worse dye job then Sam but that was okay. Maybe Kurt could talk to him.

"I have this friend who's a little confused with her feelings for her best friend who is also a girl," Kurt started, "I guess that actually doesn't have much to do with why I'm screaming...Oh wait! I know why. So we weren't friends before and now we are friends. I trust her with my life and I think she's my best friend. She's on my old school's cheerleading squad as well as the glee club. The two coaches hate each other and she had to choose between glee and cheerleading and she choose cheerleading. My stepbrother told me and I kind of yelled at her. She said some really nasty things but so did I and I hung up on her and then I kind of screamed. Which is where you come in."

Jeff processed all the information he'd just been given.

"She's in the closet?"

Kurt nodded. "I'm the only person she's told. So please don't tell anyone else about her."

" I won't. I'm just sorry she's having a rough time with that but maybe that's why she snapped. I'm sure she still wants you to be her friend. She needs you."

Kurt nodded. "Thanks Jeff," he said.

Jeff smiled at the new boy. His phone suddenly chimed in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the text message.

"Everything okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, just Nick. I was on my way to meet him when I stopped here," Jeff said.

"Well go, I have to call my friend anyway," Kurt said, extracting his phone from his pocket. Jeff stood to leave. Just as was at the door Kurt called out.

"Jeff!" The boy turned back. "Thanks again."

Jeff smiled and waved before running out in the hallway towards Nick's room.

Kurt tried calling Santana five times and got voice mail every time. Maybe she was busy getting her mack on with Brittany but since Britt had a date with Artie, probably not.

Kurt went to the football game with Blaine. He watched as the girls walked onto the field, them get their asses kicked in the first half. He saw Tina get tackled. He asked Blaine what was going on every two seconds. He was excited for the half time show and saw Santana and the other two Cheerios on the field with the football players and glee club members. He'd never felt so proud of Santana.

After the game, he walked through the empty halls of McKinley High School in search of someone. He found her alone in the girl's bathroom washing zombie makeup off her face.

"You guys rocked," Kurt said softly.

Santana started and looked at Kurt on the grimy bathroom mirror. Kurt couldn't tell if she was glad to see him or not. This frightened him. Then she smiled and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.

"Thanks, I, um, I had to quit Cheerios but it's worth it," she said.

Kurt nodded. Santana looked guilty for a moment and Kurt knew what she was going to say next.

"Look, Kurt, about the fight, I'm-"

"It's fine," Kurt said, "honestly. I overstepped and so did you but we can just forget about it."

Santana looked relieved. "You're awesome, K."

"I know," Kurt said smugly.

Santana smacked him lightly on the arm and the walked out of the dirty bathroom, hand in hand.

A/N: Woah, another monster chapter. Random thought while watching this episode. Why did Mr. Schue give Santana the lead in Heads Will Roll when she wasn't even going to be there? Glee gets wierder everytime I watch it.