Author's Note: I made this chapter a bit longer to try and make up for last chapter's length :) So I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. Love ya guys and gal's!

I'm not coming to school today
-S

What's wrong San?
-Blaine 3 Kurt

I've been making mistakes and I just don't want to deal with them today, Tell Sue I'll be there for Cheerio's

-S

Okay San. I'll be there in ten.
-Blaine 3 Kurt

I shut off my phone and curled back up into my bed. Today isn't going to end well. I think as I try to fall, but fail horribly to fall back to sleep. Finally I decide to get up to change out of my dress and into some grey sweats and a baggy hoody. The TV played some mind numbing cartoon's as the toast I slowly ate tasted fowl in my mouth. Why can't Tom just accept Jerry as a friend? Why can't they be best friend? Who cares if they are a cat and a mouse? It's because Tom can't accept that Jerry is different, he can't accept that being different is good, Shut up. It's because they are sworn enemies, and enemies can't love each other. But they really aren't enemies, their just too ignorant and stubborn to accept that they can be different. But what's the point at accepting it? I can't deal with being whispered about behind my back, I can't handle the glares that will be thrown my way if I walk around holding hand's let alone kissing a girl. "Fuck." I mumble as I try to pull myself back to reality, Ever sense we moved here I been fighting myself. Man vs. Himself. Shut the fuck up! You know it's true! I'm skipping school for a reason, I don't give a fuck about English and the stupid conflict's that a character can have. You just need to accept it. Screw you. The door bell rang pulling me out of my internal fight once again.

"Santana, you look pale. Sit on the couch and I'll fix you up a nice cup of tea." Blaine stated as I answered the door; brushing by me, he head's straight to the kitchen and soon I hear the kettle start to boil. I sit down on the couch trying to act as if everything was normal and I was A-Okay. Blaine returned with two cup's of some fruity smelling tea and set on of the cup's in front of me as he placed himself beside me; wrapping me gently in his strong arms.

"Ok, what's bothering you Satan?"

"I've fucked up bad Blaine, I've fucked up real bad." The tear's star to come again, as Blaine tightened his hug around me.

"What happened? Oh please don't tell me you had sex with that hunk of a man Puck."

"You're taken!"

"He's still cute. But Kurt is better. Oh by far better. Om nom nom."

"Did you really just "Om nom nom" about your boyfriend while holding me?"

"Uh- yeah."

"Gross." I stated trying to pulling, granting me a soft chuckle from Blaine and being pulled closer into him.

"Ok, now what happened? Did you?"

"No, that's the thing. He wanted to, but I didn't because it didn't feel right. Then he said something about being the unlucky few, and he questioned me about it…"

"Yeah? It's sad that a sexy beast like you didn't get her soul mate yet. But trust me, the lucky one if out there and one day you'll wake up blamo! He'll be there."

"That's the problem Blaine! I. well. You can't tell anyone!" I plead him, looking deep into his dark eyes. His carefree smile faded as her took in that I needed him to keep a secret.

"I won't San, we're best friends. You're my hag remember? What's going on?" I hesitated, playing with the hem on my glove; trying at all cost to avoid eye contact. Am I really going to tell him this? Why not he's GAY, he can help you with anything people throw your way. But Quinn is Lesbian too, why don't I just tell her? Because. Blaine is a better friend to you and you trust him way more. But-

"Santana. What's going on, I won't tell anyone, but you need to talk. What ever this is seems to be hurting you a lot internally. You know I'm here for you." I look into his eyes, trying to plead with him to understand how hard this is for me. Finally I remove my glove and show him my palm. He end's our staring contest to look down; I watch his facial expression's change rapidly. Starting with Excitement, then hurt, then confusion ending with understanding as he look's back up at me grabbing my hand and giving a quick squeeze.

"Brittany Peirce eh?"

"Please don't tell anyone. I can't be, I think there was a mistake, and Puck found out and I stormed out of my house and I hurt him and I just can't deal with this shit!" I stated in one breath, causing me to take a deep breath after I finished.

"So. How long have you known?"

"My seventeenth birthday."

"Is that why you moved here?"

"Yeah, the kid's at my old school found out, because I told this girl who I thought was my best friend. But she started telling everyone and our cheerleading coach found out, kicking me off the team because some of the girl's felt as if I was peerving on them in the change room. One day I was the queen of the school; every single guy wanted me, every girl despised me, everyone feared me. But when news got out I had a girl's name on my hand people started to stop being scared of me. I started to be glared at when I walked the halls, I heard people whispering behind my back, noon hour's I had no one to sit with. They all thought I had some sort of disease and either avoided me like the plague or targeted me like I was an animal. After the second week of this treatment I was done, I told my parent's and they decided to fix it by moving to someplace never heard of and enroll me in a school that no one from my old school would ever hear of or play against in a sport's game or other extra curricular. It took a week before we moved and that was the worst week of my life." I paused catching my breath. I never told anyone all of this and Blaine just sat there quietly taking it in. I looked down stirred my tea with a toothpick as I tried to figure out how to explain to him what happened that last week. After the room grew quiet for a while Blaine cleared his throat and put his tea down, replacing it with my hands in his own.

"What happened that last week?" I almost had to strain my ear's at how softly he asked that questions.

"The guy's on the football team found out I was moving somehow. A bunch of them decided to have a farewell week for Lespez and it all started on Monday. I walked into the school to be greeted with my old squad in a line holding each a cartoon of eggs-"

"No."

"Yup. I was pelted with over ten dozen eggs before first Period. That day I went home, deciding that I wasn't going back until we moved. But my mom made me go to school on Tuesday, so that morning I came to class late, avoiding a confrontation with the cheer squad again. Everything seemed to be going on as normal, the whispers and the staring still continued but I wasn't pelted with anything which was in improvement in my mind." I grin slightly at how happy I was that morning over the fact I wasn't becoming a human omelet, hesitating on how to describe the next part. I never thought this would be so hard. You never thought you would be telling anyone this. Touché.

"But?"

"Lunch hour started, it felt as if the whole school was against me. The sport teams and cheerleading team greeted me as I entered the café to get my lunch. It felt like a horrible dream that I couldn't wake up to. They came to me cornering me; the boy's had spray cheese cans while the girls had their cells out, ready to take pictures. "Say cheese." The girl's chimed at once and the boy's…"

"Did they?"

"Yeah, I was covered in cheese. But I couldn't go home and the girl's had fun taking pictures of me. One of the boy's just topped it up by shaking and spraying diet coke all over me. I ran to the bathroom and didn't show my face until school ended."

"Did the whole week go by like this?"

"Pretty much. Wednesday every class there where kid's pelting me with pez, Thursday was quiet and Friday they decided to copy Corner Gas and throw a watermelon at me."

"A what!"

"A watermelon."

"Oh god." His arm's tightened around me as I looked down at my intertwined fingers. "No wonder you didn't tell anyone."

"Yeah." I mumbled, trying to distract myself from the fact that I just opened up to someone. I feel his arms tighten and a soft kiss placed on the top of my head.

"You and I are going out for lunch."

"What?"

"Get dressed in something nice, because even though you are a smoking piece of ass, you need to wear something more than sweat's; and no gloves."

"Oh, um. Ok then."

A came back down stairs to a waiting Blaine, wearing a simple black skinny jean's a white tee-shirt and a black half shrug on top. Blaine gave a quick once over and smiled when he saw I wasn't wearing my gloves.

"Okay sexy, let's go to breadstick's and get you something substantial to eat!" Holding his arm out inviting me to link arm's that I take gratefully; just needing some sort of contact for comfort. He walked me to his car opening the door and gesturing for me to enter, I giggle at the silly way he acted completely gentlemen-ly.

We drove singing to what ever came on the radio at full blast until Blaine pulled his red mustang convertible into the parking lot of Breadsticks. We ordered our meal's and sat there; I started to trace the letters of her name on my palm again as Blaine looked at me in deep thought.

"You should talk to her."

"Who?"

"The blonde girl that you seem to avoid at all cost's."

"Why should I talk to her? She's part of the Glee club, but she is… never mind."

"She's what?"

"Never mind, hey look I think that's our food!" I say trying to change the subject, but the waitress walked right past our conversation.

"It's not ours. Tell me please!" He pulled out his signature puppy eyes, bottom lip quivering just to add emphases. I couldn't avoid his big brown eyes anymore and sighed as I decided to tell him.

"Ugh fine. Just don't judge me." I take a deep breath adding emphases "She is too cute! I love the way that when she smiles her beautiful blue eye' sparkled with like pure joy! And her hair is so perfect, the way its golden lock's just roll off her shoulders just makes me… Guh!"

"Guh?"

"Yeah guh! Haven't you ever use that term before? It's like where you want to describe something, but as soon as you think of it your mind like melts." I start to laugh as Blaine thinks' on this new word to which he had learned. His face twisted, I could practically see steam coming out of his ears, and then with a sly smile he looked straight at me.

"So, like what I see Kurt's-"

"Don't want to know!"

"What all I was going to say, was his-um- smile makes me go gah."

"Sure his smile is what kill's ya." Giggling I took a spoon full of the pasta I ordered.

"Gross this tastes like shit!"

"That's not nice, the chef probably worked very hard at it. Do you know how difficult it is to make proper shit?" I couldn't control it now; the food fell out of my mouth as I laughed out loud. Oh my god, that was just sexy there Santana, your wearing your food. Bravo.

"Alright then, let's stop feeding you shit and let's just go. Kurt just texted me while you ever so lovely threw up your food everywhere, and he told me to meet him at his house."

"Wait school's done?"

"Yeah, it's 3:30 Hun."

"Oh, well you can go, I'll just head home."

"Good try Satan, I told Kurtsie that I'm dragging you around with me all day, and he said you can come too."

"Oh great I get to hang out with- wait. Did you just call him Kurtsie?"

"Yes, just don't tell him. Now let's go!"

Whatcha think? Did you have fun reading her internal battle as much as I did while I wrote it? :)