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I know this chapter's short but I wanted Kurt's convo with Santana to be separate from chapter 25

Chapter 26-Miss Lopez

Time was going by so slowly and yet so fast at the same time. Each minute seemed agonizing but the hours melted away. Time was running out and Noah still hadn't contacted Kurt to tell him his decision. The young teen had taken to pacing up and down, so much so that the bottoms of his shoes would no doubt be ruined. Were he not so anxious over the Noah situation, Kurt would have mourned the damage to his shoes, but as it was, his focus was solely on if and when Noah would make an appearance.

Hearing a rapping on the front door, Kurt ceased his pacing to go answer it. He knew that it wasn't Noah, the knock wasn't right. Opening the door, he found it was the closest thing to the real Noah Puckerman, Santana.

"Hummel." Santana acknowledged as she stepped inside.

"Miss Lopez." Kurt replied as he closed the door. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"I was on the phone to Puck last night." She answered as she strutted through to the kitchen and began rummaging through his fridge. "We were talking for hours, all about deep emotional crap; I swear he's losing his badassness."

Closing the fridge, Santana took to looking through the cupboards instead before opting for a Satsuma from the fruit bowl. Sitting on the kitchen counter, she carefully peeled off the orange skin and tossed it into the rubbish bin with perfect aim. Popping a segment of the fruit into her mouth, she let out an appreciative moan as she tasted the succulent juices.

"Do you think he'll show up?" Kurt asked turning his back to her not wanting her to see the emotions on his face and appear weak.

"Probably not." Santana answered honestly though not unkindly. "He likes to act tough but he's kind of a pussy. I'm sure he'll man up eventually but I doubt it'll be tonight. He's gonna need a bit more time. Puck isn't as brave as you… just like I'm not as brave as Brittany." She added the last part in a quieter voice, sounding something close to vulnerable.

Turning back to face her, Kurt found the Latina concentrating her eye on the remaining Satsuma pieces in her hand.

"You've known you're gay pretty much forever right?" She asked and Kurt nodded once in response. "And Brittany… well, she's probably too naïve or whatever to realise she's a lesbian but she knows what she feels for me and she's never been scared or ashamed of it. Now don't get me wrong, I love Brittany and she's my best friend but… I was in denial about the true nature of our relationship for a hell of a long time. Even now I won't be all lovey-dovey in public but that's just the way I am, I prefer intimate situations to be more private."

"So what are you saying?" Kurt asked. "Is that how Noah's feeling?"

"I don't know what Puck's feeling." Santana replied with a shrug. "I'm just taking a guess. Me and him have a lot in common when it comes to the relationship crap. When things between me and Brittany first started, I'd freak out and get angry a lot. A bit of making out I could handle, but when things got more physical it was harder to ignore the fact she was another girl. I'm guessing the whole dick thing must be pretty weird for Puck, it'll take some getting used to."

Her words made sense, Kurt thought as he remembered Noah's reaction the first time he touched Kurt's penis in the Motel. Even the hand-job in the bathroom couldn't have eradicated all of Noah's unease about Kurt being another boy. Yes, Noah had remained calm as he touched Kurt's cock but all the bath bubbles had hidden the sight from view, covering the truth. As for the blow-job in the shower, that was different, easier for Noah to deal with because he could have pretended Kurt was a girl if he wanted to, though Kurt sincerely hoped that hadn't been the case.

"How long did it take for you to truly become comfortable with your relationship with Brittany?" Kurt asked.

"About seven years." Santana told him and Kurt's eyebrows shot up to meet his hairline. "When we were like nine Brittany wanted to hold hands all the time and she's always been a hugger and she would kiss me a lot. Just on the cheek or pecks on the lips. It was nice but back then I didn't think it was… well, normal. All the movies and story books involved princesses falling in love with princes. There was never anything about a princess falling in love with another princess. It just seemed wrong to me. I know that it's not now but when I was a kid…"

"You thought there was something wrong with you." Kurt finished for her. "That you were a bad person somehow."

"Yeah, something like that." Santana replied.

"I understand." Kurt told her in full sincerity. "That's how I used to feel too. Sometimes I still feel that way now from time to time."

"Well just think about how Puck's feeling now." Santana instructed. "He's gonna be confused, scared, angry and he's gonna feel like he's alone. This won't be easy for him."

"Should I call him?" Kurt asked. "Tell him he doesn't need to decide so soon, that he can take as much time as he needs to figure things out,"

"That's up to you." Santana replied hopping down from the kitchen top. "But knowing Puck, he probably won't answer the phone to anyone right now. Anyway, I gotta get going. I haven't made anyone cry or quake in fear today, it's so unsatisfying."

"Well if you happen to run into Sam at all please feel free to make him cry with fear on my behalf." Kurt told her.

She gave him an odd look but did not question him. She just nodded before sauntering away, her ponytail swishing from side-to-side as she moved.

Hours later, Kurt sat awake in his bed with Noah's letterman jacket draped around his shoulders. He kept staring at the clock, barely even blinking as he watched the time pass by. Inevitably, Sunday became Monday. The clock read one minute past midnight, Sunday was officially over and Noah had not come to see Kurt or spoken to him over the phone or through text.

Even though Kurt had been expecting it since Santana visited, or even since Claire visited if he was honest with himself, it still hurt terribly that Noah hadn't come bursting through the door bellowing out declarations of everlasting love. A tear crept from his eye and journeyed down his pale face before dripping over his lips, the salty taste a harsh reminder of his misery.

To Be Continued

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