Santana was queen of knowing things that she knew she shouldn't. She had dirt on pretty much most of McKinley High. It was what allowed her to be such a bitch and get away with it. This school was a shark tank enough without having your business out in the open, turning you into bait. She had no problem starting rumours with the smallest hint at a scandal and she didn't care who it was about.
Except that this time, it was Karofsky. She was far from close to the guy, but she was sympathetic. She knew what it was like to be trapped in the closet. In fact, from what she could tell from the letter he had accidentally left in his Geometry book, he was not only closeted, but also not able to admit that he was in love with someone.
Santana had read that letter more times than she cared to admit. She was surprised at the way it was written because even though she knew that it was Karofsky's handwriting, it didn't sound like things he would say. Then again, these were probably his deepest, most secret thoughts and she had no idea how his twisted mind really worked. All she knew is that she could relate to everything he said. It was as if he had taken her thoughts and written them on the page. After reading it, she realized that all she really wanted for him was to be happy. At least one of them would be.
She didn't want to be the one to give Lady Fabulous the letter, though. She was enjoying the developing, mutually-beneficial friendship between her and Karofsky and if he found out that she had given him the letter, it would most certainly not help things along. At the same time, she wanted Hummel with Karofsky more than anything. Dalton was a drag and thought way too highly of himself. If she ever did admit that she cared, she would say that she didn't like the way Kurt had become so dependent on him for his happiness. Karofsky would be so much better for him and he would be good for Karofsky.
The idea that came to her next was so evil and perfect that she couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Hey Britt," she said, finding her staring aimlessly into her locker.
"Hey Santana," she said, not taking her eyes off the locker.
Santana had never seen her look more beautiful. And it looked like she was wearing the locket she had bought her for Christmas. Completely distracted by the girl in front of her, she almost forgot what she needed to do. A bell rang behind her and she remembered.
"Hurry, we have an open-book Geometry quiz!" she said, grabbing her hand and running to the Geometry class.
"Santana, I don't think I have my Geometry book here," replied Brittany, looking worried.
"Don't worry, I've got Karofsky's – you can borrow his."
Santana couldn't believe how well her plan was working. She handed Brittany Karofsky's book and watched as she took the only open seat in the class – next to Hummel. She wondered when, if ever, Britt would work out that she didn't take Geometry and that she was actually missing her History class. She smiled another evil smile to herself.
"Why are you smiling like that?" asked Karofsky as he took his usual seat next to her – the seat directly in front of Hummel. She couldn't have planned it more perfectly if she tried.
"I always smile like this, you should know that by now," she replied, punching him playfully on the arm. She secretly wished that she could watch the madness that would shortly ensue behind her, but it was important that Karofsky didn't see it and the only way that that would happen would be if she managed to distract him enough.
Secretly, she hoped she knew Brittany well enough to have this plan work for her.
Kurt looked over at Brittany who looked like she might die from an anxiety attack at any moment. She was paging furiously through the Geometry book as if trying to find the answers to something that she alone could have invented. He never had been sure about her mental situation, but he was beginning to believe that she really had gone crazy this time. For one thing, she didn't even take Geometry. For another, she kept asking the girl on her other side if she knew what kind of questions they might ask in the quiz. There wasn't going to be a quiz.
"Britt, can I help?" Kurt asked politely.
"It's just like I've never seen this stuff before. I'm going to fail again," she replied, looking miserable, continuing her relentless thumbing of the book.
"Britt, you do know that you don't take Geo –" he began, but stopped when he saw a folded piece of paper with the words "To Kurt" written in giant letters fall out of the book.
Curiously, he picked up the carefully folded page and opened it. He checked who it was from and all the air left his lungs when he read "All my love – Karofsky". He looked up curiously to the back of the Neanderthal's head. Why would he be writing that in a letter to him? Was he finding new ways of screwing up his life? He didn't know, but something told him that he shouldn't read the note in class. Swinging his bag over his shoulder and putting Brittany out of her misery by explaining why she didn't know anything about Geometry, he asked to be excused to see the nurse.
He made his way to the nearest bathroom and locked himself in a cubicle. Nervously, he opened the letter and began reading and the more he read, the more he regretted reading. He was happy with just being the kid that Karofsky picked on because he was out and proud, the kid that Karofsky wished he could be. To be the one he was in love with... He didn't know what to do. He didn't know that that kiss meant so much to him. It had certainly meant nothing to Kurt. It had explained a lot, but after rubbing copious ointment into the bruises he received almost daily, he found it hard to even think about reciprocating those kinds of feelings.
He didn't know what to do. Now that he knew the truth – why Karofsky was the way he was – he found it a little harder to store the hate he had been storing for the past few months. He felt pity as he had never felt it before, which only served to confuse him more. He needed to see Blaine and talk things through with him. He didn't, however, want to show him the letter. He wasn't even sure that he was supposed to have seen it and the last thing he wanted was to infringe on someone's privacy. He pulled out his phone and began texting.
"Hey b, meet me 4 lunch? It's NB. Lv ya x".
He couldn't believe that he had only been back for two weeks and he was already crying. Of course, it wasn't for the usual reasons, but even so, one of the things he hadn't missed about McKinley was the crying. He liked the fact that he was always able to control his emotions at Dalton, even if he would have liked to express himself a little more at times. He wished now that he had a better excuse for the tears making their pathetic journeys towards his chin, but there wasn't one. He felt sorry for Karofsky and was now more confused than ever as to how he should react to him.
His phone vibrated in his hand and he immediately checked the message. "Sure. U ok? Lv ya 2 xx B"
"I'm fyn. C u at lunch xx" he hastily typed back. Composing himself, he tried to get rid of his red blotchy eyes. The last thing he needed was people asking him why he was crying.
He wasn't even really sure himself.