Author's Note: Thank you for the 2 reviews, 3 faves, and 1 follow after only chapter 1 was posted. ;)

I really appreciate all 4 of you who did those things. It means a lot to me.

I hope you'll continue to enjoy the fic as I keep writing it.

I'll try to update this quite frequently. I have a lot of ideas I want to write in this fic asap.

Also… I don't want to rate this M, but the language in here might get a little extreme. I just feel like both Santana and Karofsky would be the types of characters to swear at times. I didn't do much in this chapter… but um… If any of you mind, I can tone down the language for future chapters, though. Just let me know. Otherwise, I might get quite extreme. I figure without any sex scenes, nor insanely disturbing violence, it shouldn't be M.

Chapter 2: "Blackmailed"

Santana sat across from a Karofsky, who was clearly not enjoying her rundown of how he was "a late-in-life gay". He scowled at her, but as she went on with her speech, his annoyance seemed to fade ever-so-slightly, in favor of some other emotion.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked her, and she could hear genuine vulnerability showing through in his voice. His eyes looked pleading, and despite the fact that he probably weighed twice as much as her and had way more power in his social status at school at the moment, she was pleasantly surprised by how much control she'd clearly managed to possess.

Santana couldn't let herself feel bad for him. She needed to keep going with what she had planned.

"Because I need you," she answered nonchalantly. "And you need me," she added.

It was just that simple. But then she paused. She thought about it, and she realized Dave here deserved to know the full truth. She had just caught him off guard by telling him she had deduced his homosexuality. She couldn't help but feel a little bad about it. After all, she would be horrified if someone had done the same to her. Not that it would ever happen, since she was well known for sleeping with pretty much every guy in school, but… still.

"We play on the same team," she admitted, her volume just a tad bit lower.

Karofsky studied her eyes. She didn't hide her dead seriousness.

"You're…?" He seemed afraid to assume what she was trying so hard to say, without really saying it.

"Look, I'm not ready to start eating jicama, or get a flat-top yet, either," she replied. She wasn't that kind of lesbian, at least not at this point in her life. "Maybe in junior college," she suggested, thinking perhaps in a few years she'd feel more ready to embrace that lifestyle. Who knows?

Karofsky only acted shocked about Santana's sexuality for about one second, though, before going back to denying his obvious true nature.

"This is garbage! I'm not…" he lowered his voice a few decibels before finishing, "gay."

Santana was getting frustrated.

"I'm trying to help you out here! Have you ever heard of the term 'beards'? It's when a gay man and woman date each other to hide the fact that they're gay. Like the Roosevelts."

Dave looked around awkwardly, clearly afraid all this 'gay' talk would be overheard by someone. Santana knew he was just being paranoid, though. She continued explaining her plans to him.

"So you and I are going to be each other's beards. And then we're gonna win Prom King and Queen and rule the school."

"And what if I say, 'no'?" he asked, his arms now crossed over his chest. She wasn't sure why he was not just accepting the brilliant idea. But she was used to being cutthroat, if she needed to, to get what she wanted. Unfazed, she continued.

"Then I'm gonna tell everyone about you, and your life will be over." She watched as he sunk down in his seat, defeated, her words having the desired effect. "Only straight I am is straight up bitch," she justified, shrugging. "You in or not?"

He looked up at her, nervously. She waited patiently. Obviously he was going to say yes.

"Fine," he begrudgingly accepted. "What do I have to do?"

"Well…." Santana considered where to start. "Kurt has to come back to McKinley."

"What?!" he practically yelped. Santana scowled, a little confused by his reaction.

"I don't know exactly what shit you gave him that got so bad as to have him feel the need to transfer. You want to tell me what you did?"

Karofsky narrowed his gaze. She crossed her arms and waited for him to say something.

"I was just giving him a hard time," Dave answered after an awkwardly long pause. He remained vague and Santana was pretty sure he was not being entirely truthful.

"You picked on him for years. I find it extremely hard to believe he would transfer schools because of your usual anti-gay remarks and even the shoving, after he seemed pretty well able to handle it for a long while."

Karofsky looked down. Clearly what Santana was saying was ringing true for him. Satisfied with herself, she leaned back and waited for him to admit what really went down.

"It doesn't matter! Okay?" Karofsky begged.

"I beg to differ," Santana insisted. "Just tell me. Did you actually hurt him more than you usually do with your shoves or something?" A dark thought crossed her mind. "Did you make him bleed? Break a bone?" She was a little scared. What kind of monster was she trying to get in bed with? She really had no clue.

"I'll tell you when we're not in public, okay?" Dave breathed, giving in halfway. He was not prepared to spill whatever the beans were here where someone might overhear, apparently.

Santana sighed, disappointed, as well as remarkably curious.

"Fine. Okay but we need to get Kurt to come back to the school. Which means you're going to apologize to everyone in our glee club as well as to Kurt himself, and also you'll start an anti-bullying club with me."

"There's no way I'm doing that! What?" Karofsky replied incredulously.

"Um, yes you are, unless you want me to tell everyone your little secret. And believe me, I will."

"What would an anti-bullying club even do?" he asked, starting to resign.

"I came up with the name The Bullywhips," she responded, proudly. "We can roam the halls wearing special jackets… hats too, probably… and stop any bullying we see in progress. We will enforce a no-bullying policy at this school and help make everyone, including Kurt when he returns, feel safe."

Dave took a moment to think it over.

"But why can't we just wear our normal clothes?" he replied, begrudgingly accepting the rest of it by not remarking on it.

"Because the outfits will make people feel extra safe," Santana explained. "Like when a cop is nearby and you know just by looking that this guy has the power." Or woman, she mentally added, realizing the sexism in her statement a few seconds too late. Women, especially lesbians, could be cops. She realized she actually might enjoy that line of work. Being all badass and powerful. It would be kind of fun.

"Fine," Dave said. "I'll go along with it. I don't have a choice, right?"

"Right," Santana replied.

"So you said something about prom king and queen too?" he then asked.

"Mm-hmm," Santana confirmed. "I want to rule this school. And I think together, we can make this work."

"Okay," Dave said. He wasn't up for fighting anything she was saying anymore. "So how will we start this process?"

"Come over to my house after school tomorrow," Santana answered. Tomorrow was Friday. "We can do it over the weekend if that works better for you. Just let me know when you have time. I'll help you prepare a speech to say to Figgins and the Glee club, and we can even design the outfits for the bullywhips."

"Wait- what? I don't do gay stuff like that."

"Designing this type of uniform is not a gay thing. It is a practical thing. Get over yourself."

"Fine, whatever you say," Dave muttered quietly.

"You'll also have to tell me what the hell went down with you and Kurt, specifically. I need to know. We won't be in public tomorrow, so you'll have no excuse."

Dave didn't reply to that.

"And then on Monday we will present our ideas to Figgins and the glee club. You will have that speech memorized and we will get what we want."

"Um… okay." Dave reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What's your address?" he asked, preparing to record it in the "notes" section.

Santana grabbed the phone out of his hands to just write it down for him.

"I'm giving you my phone number too. You can text me if you're gonna be late or whatever. So when do you plan to come over?"

"I guess right after school tomorrow is fine," Dave answered.

"Great." Santana smiled. "See you then." She got up to leave, then hesitated. "You want to walk me to my car?" She thought acting like a real couple might be nice to get started on as early as possible.

After a brief look of confusion, Dave replied, "Uh, why not?"

They walked toward the exit of the coffee shop.

"Do you want me to hold your hand?" he asked.

"That would be perfect," Santana replied, happy he was already playing along with the beards thing.

They linked hands, and proceeded out of the restaurant and toward Santana's car.