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Thursday came faster than Santana wanted and Brittany was dragging her from the Janitor's closet to the Gay-Straight Alliance meeting. Kurt had hung a sign on Mr. Schuester's door that said "McKinley's GAY-STRAIGHT ALLIANCE" on top of a rainbow.
"As though this couldn't get any gayer…" Santana muttered under her breath as they walked in.
The chairs in the classroom had been rearranged so that they were in a large circle. Kurt, Blaine and Karofsky and Sam sat together. Mercedes, Tina and Rachel sat on the other side of the room. The new Glee girls were there, as well as a couple younger kids Santana didn't know and Lauren Zizes. The room stopped talking when Brittany and Santana walked in.
"Ladies!" Kurt jumped up, clapping his hands together. "So glad you actually made it! Take a seat." Santana glared at some freshman to move so that she and Brittany could sit next to each other. "Since we have so many new members today, I was thinking we should go around and do some introductions!" Santana rolled her eyes; she couldn't believe she had been talked into going to this shit.
"San?" Brittany whispered over to her, while a tiny boy whose voice hadn't changed yet gave his introduction, "where is the glitter? Kurt promised."
"I know he did, babe," Santana said, squeezing Brittany's hand, "I'm sure there will be glitter. If not, I'll beat him up, take his lunch money and we can use it to buy glitter later." Brittany gave Santana a huge grin as the circle made its way around to her.
"Hi!" She said, waving to the classroom, "I'm Brittany Pierce, I'm 17, I'm a senior, I'm a Cheerio and I'm in the Glee Club!" Kurt was looking at Brittany expectedly. Brittany racked her mind of what else you usually say during these introductions, but everyone was still looking at her so she figured she was supposed to continue. "I really like ducks, and glitter, and my cat, and I also do motocross. I love to dance…"Brittany noticed the confused looks on the faces of the rest of the students, which made her more confused about what she was supposed to say. She was about to continue with her favorite, holiday, color and ice cream flavor before Santana leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh! I'm bisexual." She placed a huge grin on her face.
"Thank you, Brittany," Kurt said, "that was…informative. Santana?" Santana rolled her eyes, and didn't look up from filing her nails.
"Santana Lopez. 17. Head Cheerleader. Best singer in Glee Club." Kurt rolled his eyes at this. "You know the drill."
"Santana?" Kurt asked, prodding her to continue.
"What, I'm with Brittany, everyone knows that." She crossed her arms and scowled at the room, daring anyone to question her and trying to ignore the displeased look that she could feel coming from Brittany. Apparently, not everyone knew that. In fact, judging by the faces of non-Glee members, no one knew.
"Thank you, Santana. Ok, so we haven't quite figured out how to format these meetings, but I thought it would be god to start each one with a discussion of any issues anyone has had this week, either with bullying here, or homophobia at home." Kurt paused, waiting for anyone to speak. "Ok…has anyone been slushied this week? Nothing?"
"Actually, I have something I want to talk about," Brittany quietly said.
"Ok, Britt, take it away!" Kurt finally sat down.
"Well, I have this girlfriend…"Brittany scrunched her forehead in thought. "her name's Bandana," Santana rolled her eyes, "she goes to Carmel." Santana began to chuckle to herself as she saw Brittany panic realizing that Santana had already told the group that they were dating. "I'm not the Brittany that Santana is dating. Like I would ever date anyone that mean." At this point, Mercedes had her head in her hands and Kurt whispered over to Blaine.
"Do you have any idea where she's going with this?"
"Does anyone ever have any idea where she's going with anything?"
"Anyway, Bandana and I have been together for a long time, and over the summer we told some of her extended family and we told our friends. I want to tell our families, but Bandana says that it's a bad idea. I think she's just ashamed of me."
"It doesn't sound like…" Santana rolled her eyes, "…Bandana is ashamed of you. Maybe Bandana just thinks it will cause more harm than good to tell them. I think that Bandana is probably worried about the consequences of coming out. It would mean no more sleepovers, and the possibility of angry and ashamed families that you have to live with for the next nine months, instead of waiting until you've left for college and they can deal with your sexuality without making your life miserable."
"Well, I think Bandana is just being a coward. Again. And that Bandana's family probably already knows and that my family will just have to deal with it, but I'm tired of lying. Quinn says that I should just withhold sex from Bandana until she gives in." Santana's scowl deepened.
"Well, if my girlfriend…Whitney…ever did that to me, I know it would make me drag my feet more in giving her what she wants." Brittany's eyes began to well with tears. She turned to look at Santana.
"You're cheating on me?"
"What? No! Why would you think I am cheating on you?"
"Who's Whitney then?" The tears were streaming down Brittany's face now. Santana put her hand up to wipe them away.
"You're Whitney, B. I'm Bandana!" The look of realization flashed across Brittany's face. "I would never, ever, cheat on you." She kissed Brittany softly on the lips, her hand still holding Brittany's face. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist deepening the kiss and pulling her so close that Santana was nearly falling off of her chair.
"LADIES!" Kurt yelled. They jumped away from each other, startled. The rest of the room looked shocked.
"Seriously, why does everyone look so confused?" Rachel finally asked. "I mean, they make out everywhere. I've walked in on them in every hallway, the locker room, the bathrooms, the cafeteria…"
"We're afraid to look at Santana," the boy with the voice of a Kindergartner said. "If you look at her, you increase your chance of getting slushied."
"Or shoved into a locker," one of the freshman on Glee Club said.
"I figured," said a young Cheerio, "I see them in the locker room and at practice. But I was always to afraid to ask." Santana looked down at her hands.
"Ok," said Blaine, standing up. Kurt just held his hand to his forehead. "There are obviously a lot of issues at hand right now, but why don't we focus on Brittany's question, at least for the time being." Santana had never been so relieved for Blaine in her life. "How many of us who are out at school are out at home?" Kurt, Karofsky, and Blaine raised their hands. The Kindergarten boy slowly raised his. Santana was surprised to see that Sam didn't raise his hand.
"It was pretty hard for me to hide it," the Kindergarten kid said.
"I was in the same boat," said Kurt.
"See, some of us are forced out, but others of us can blend in and sometimes it can make it almost harder to tell those who love us the most. They don't expect it because we have spent so much time creating an image of ourselves that doesn't reflect who we truly are, so when we tell them, they are shocked. I hate to say this, and, to be honest, I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually agree with Santana on this one." Kurt looked at Blaine shocked. "Wait, before everyone jumps down my throat," he smiled, holding his hand up. "I don't think coming out to family should be taken lightly. I think that it should be done with a lot of thought and consideration so that you're prepared for the consequences. However, I also think, Santana, that you shouldn't spend the next year feeling miserable and hiding. You need to tell them, you and Brittany have been together forever. You just need to take the time to figure out your plan B if they don't take it well. I don't even know if that made sense…" Blaine trailed off.
"It does," Kurt said, standing up to join Blaine. "I think, that you two need to sit down and work on a plan and a timeline so that you're both comfortable with what you're about to do. I see we only have a couple of minutes left," Kurt said, glancing at the clock. "I know today was the Brittany-Santana show, which I'm pretty sure no one would watch," Santana glared at Kurt, "but I quickly want to address some of the bullying concerns I've heard from the group. Santana," Santana looked up at him scowling. "I know that I cannot ask you to be nice to the student body as a whole, but I am begging you to take a look at the faces in this room right now and pledge to not slushy them, or shove them, or generally bully them, at least until next week's meeting." Santana didn't respond. Finally Brittany nudged her.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Ok, then I'll see everyone here next week, same time, same place!" The group slowly began to rise.
"Oh, wait! Before you go, Blaine reached into his backpack and looked at Kurt and smirked.
"As promised, Miss Brittany," Kurt said. The four boys revealed mini handheld confetti canons and shot them into the sky. Brittany jumped up and hugged the four boys.
"You guys are the best ever!" She squealed.
"They'll be a new surprise each week, Britt," Kurt said, "as long as you keep coming!"
"Where's your girlfriend?" sneered Daniel that night as they watched USC play Penn State. She flipped him off and then quickly glanced over to her father who was sitting in his armchair in a USC t-shirt, clearly too engrossed in the game to pay attention to what his children were up to.
"I knew it!" said Carlos' girlfriend, Laura, "you owe me twenty bucks!" She put her hand out to Carlos' roommate's girlfriend.
"Hold up," Santana put her hand up. "One, she's not my girlfriend. Two, you're making bets about me? So not cool." Just as she was about to let Carlos really have it, Brittany came bounding through the door. She always had impeccable timing.
"Hey San!" Brittany said, skipping into the living room and placing a kiss on Santana's cheek. This was not going to help her case. Brittany looked up at the TV. "Ugh. Football. Again? Really, San?" When Santana looked up, Brittany was pouting. Dammit.
"We don't have to watch if you don't want to, B." Brittany beamed.
"Thanks, San! Let's go upstairs and watch a movie!" Santana got up and they linked pinkies and walked upstairs, oblivious to the fact that everyone under 30 in the room had been watching the exchange.
"Ok…" Laura began, looking over at Carlos. "I mean, she is gay right?" Carlos just shrugged and returned his attention to the game.
"Definitely gay," Daniel mouthed to her, and he and Laura broke out into fits of laughter.