Santana doesn't want them to know.
Puck will clench his jaw and get violent. That way lies juvie, but only for another month, then its big boy jail.
Quinn will want to talk, will want to involve teachers and parents and people who don't know what they're talking about. Hidden in the back of her eyes will be relief, that her parents have been knocked off their podium for 'Worst Parents'.
Finn.
Just thinking about the boy makes her jaw clench convulsively. The contempt that has always been hiding in his eyes will be flavoured with pity. Santana closed her eyes, reliving the moment her hand hit his face. Ah. Relief.
Is it normal to be in ecstasy over the moment when you slapped a friend?
Friend. Finn may be a prick, a condescending half-witted prick- but some part of her considered him a friend nonetheless.
In many ways the Glee kids were her only friends. She knew it, with half of herself.
The greater part was simply scared.
Brittany had wanted to go back to Santana's house, just to pick up some clothes, but the other girl peremptorily forbade it.
"I don't want you to have to hear what they'd say," she explained, not looking the blonde in the eye.
In truth, she wasn't sure how her parents would react. The ad didn't out Brittany, but it didn't take a genius to work out that Santana loved her.
The next day in Glee, Mr. Schue tried to talk to her about it.
"I really don't want to talk about it- Or sing about it," she sneered, seeing his mouth open to offer the alternate suggestion.
Finn, looking half guilty and half defiant sat as far away from her as he could.
Kurt looked at her with too knowing eyes, till she glared at him and forced him to look away.
The living with Brittany thing doesn't last long. It can't, because no matter how much Santana wishes is, they aren't the only people in the entire world. Brittany's parents are suspicious, ask questions. They can't know. They may be the most absentee parents in the Glee club, but even they notice that Santana doesn't want to go home. So Santana leaves, heading out into the night with no clue of where to go next.
She'd brushed away Brittany's concern with a grin, touching her cheek softly.
"Hey, you know I can handle anything that comes my way," she tells the blonde.
Brittany nods, and if there is just the tiniest bit of doubt in the back of her eyes, Santana ignores it.
Go to the Glee club? That's out. Reveal weakness to a fellow Cheerio? Not if she wanted to remain on top of the pyramid. Who else is there?
For a moment Santana thinks she's gone mad. She actually considered asking Sue to let her stay the night.
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Laughing, and shaking her head, Santana walked into the night.