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After she had stopped sobbing a small smile appeared on Santana's face. "Thanks," she whispered.

"It's not a problem Santana, and it will never will be."

Santana let out chuckle, "Kurt is really lucky to have you."

Blaine nodded, "As I am to have him, but you are trying to deflect here."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Blaine shook his head, he understood why Santana was trying to avoid the topics of her sexuality and the abuse that she has lived with all her life, she wasn't going to be freely open about it, which was understandable. "Why haven't you told anyone?"

"I already told you why."

"I'm not talking about that." Blaine watched Santana face change to show all the terror she was feeling. "Santana why haven't you told anyone about your situation at home?"

Santana took a breathe, as an attempt to hold every tear from falling down her face. "Because, with my luck I'll end up in a foster home that is worse than what I already have. And, honestly, I really don't want to deal with that."

"Well you wouldn't necessarily have to go into the foster care, you could stay with a relative."

Santana shook her head in defeat. "They are either just as bad, worse, or in a third-world country."

"Okay that's understandable. Umm.. What about a friend?"

"People hate me, remember? I'm a bitch."

"What about Brittany?"

Santana let out a loud exasperated sigh. "She has some foreign exchange student coming to stay with her soon, I think he's from Ireland. Anyways, she doesn't have room in her house for me."

"You could stay here."

"That is very kind of you Blaine, but I can't. I can't leave my parents because who is going to pay for my college education, and no offense I hear your dad is a bit of a homophobe."

Blaine nodded, "Well he tolerates me now, which is progress from hating my existence, but he's works out of New York and Chicago, so he's not really home. As for money, my family has more than enough money, my mom would be more than willing." Santana was about to interject, but Blaine cut her off. "However, there are scholarships that you would be eligible for, if you didn't feel comfortable with the other option."

"I don't know Blaine, I would be risking a lot."

"It's a big decision, so take your time. But, you should also know that you would be gaining a lot too."

Santana was skeptical, "Like what?"

The boy with the jet-black hair smiled. "First of all, security, happiness, and you might even find who you really are."

"I'll think about it."

"Good," he said with gentle smile. "Now that is out of the way, how does spending the weekend here sound?"

"It sounds like you want to sift through my emotion baggage," the young Latina said with a laugh.

He nodded, "I do want to, but we need too." Santana rolled her eyes. "Also, I think that you are not in the proper emotional and metal state to be anywhere near you parents."

"What about Kurt?"

"If you want to hang out with him, then we will, otherwise we won't."

Santana reluctantly nodded in agreement. "Fine, but do you mind driving me back to my house, so I can get some of my stuff?"

"That was the plan."

When Santana stepped into the house she shouted, "I'm home Mom!" She waited for a moment, no response. Santana announced her arrival again. Still no response. Santana let out a sigh of relief and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough there was a note on the fridge, why her mother couldn't of called or her sent her a text, she did not know. It read: Santana, your father and I will be in Cleveland all weekend and Monday. He has to give a series of presentations for the Cleveland Clinic. We will see on Tuesday when you get back from school. Love, Mom.

Santana rolled her eyes, at least she didn't have to come up with a reason for why she wasn't going to be home all weekend. She went upstairs and packed her bag for the weekend

"That was quick," Blaine said after Santana had gotten into his BMW.

"Apparently my parents went to Cleveland for the weekend, or least according to the note on the fridge."

"Okay… so what do you feel like doing?"

"Hmm… how does a good movie, pizza, and your boy toy sound?"

Blaine grinned ear to ear. "Sounds good, but are you sure? You're probably going to have to explain, at least somewhat, about what's going on to Kurt."

Santana nodded, "Yeah if I plan on surviving high school, which I do, I'm going to need a support system, and, at least according to my definition, a support system is more than one person."

"Would it be weird if I told that I was proud of you, right now."

Santana scrunched her face. "A little bit," she said before the two burst into laughter.

Santana and Blaine were lounging on the couch waiting for Kurt when the doorbell rang. "That should be Kurt." Blaine said as she got up to answer the door.

When he opened the door Kurt immediately gave his boyfriend a hug. "I'm glad that we were still able to hang out today."

Blaine blushed, "As am I. Come on, let's head into the den."

The moment Kurt turned the corner he stopped dead in his tracks, and whispered, "Unholy Satan."

Santana rolled her eyes. "You know I have heard both of those terms, but never together. It's always the unholy trinity or Satan. I have to say that to that 'unholy Satan' is a nice replacement for holy shit. It has a better ring to it."

Kurt ignored her little rant. "What are you doing here Santana?"

The young Latina crossed her arms and shifter her weight, "Your boyfriend, invited me to stay for the weekend." Kurt was about to scream at her or Blaine, possibly even both of them, but she cut him off. "Don't worry, nothing going on. He's helping me out."

Kurt turned to Blaine, "Is this what came up earlier?" Blaine nodded. "Can I ask what exactly happened?"

"You'll have to ask her."

"Okay, fine. Santana what happened earlier toady that caused my boyfriend to cancel our plans with me," Kurt said with a sneer.

Santana took a deep breathe, "Yeah, umm… after I got kicked out of Glee today, I kind of was crushed. So I ran into the auditorium because I thought no one would be in there. Anyways I broke down and Blaine found me. Long story short, I told him I was a lesbian."

Kurt's expression changed from furious to confused in a split second. "Wait, what?"

"I'm gay."

"So you and Karofsky were each others breads?" Santana nodded. "Okay… so why are you're staying for the weekend?"

Blaine could see how uncomfortable Santana felt when Kurt asked her that questions, so he took the awkward moment as an opportunity to interject. "Because she needs time to adjust Kurt. You get that right?"

The fashionable boy nodded, "Yeah, I do…. Sorry Santana I didn't mean to go off on you like that."

"Thanks Kurt, but I understand why. It's not like I don't have a reputation for being a bitch and a slut, but just so you know I am trying to be this new person."

"Really? And who is this new person?"

"I don't know yet, but she is nicer."

Kurt smiled. "Well then, will the lady and the handsome knight accompany to the couch?"

"It would be our honor." Blaine said while beaming.

"Only if we get our gay on and watch some Devil Wears Prada."

Kurt erupted into laughter, "So while we look at the pretty boys, you are staring at the hot girls?"

"But of course!" Santana exclaimed with a smirk before she linked arms with Kurt.

By the end of the movie all three of them had cried, laughed, and had stared at least at two of characters' butts. "Well Santana you really know how to appeal to a gay man's heart, so you have the potential to be my hag. And that, my dear, is saying a lot, especially since you are a lesbian." Kurt said with a laugh.

Santana rolled her eyes, and then sighed. "Actually I couldn't because if I was your hag, then you would be my lesbro, and you would have to be at least bisexual for that to happen."

Kurt playfully slapped Santana on the arm. "I guess my search for a hag must go on."

Blaine was confused, "What about Mercedes, aren't you guys like best friends?"

"Yeah, but she's a certified diva."

"Oh."

"What about Rachel? I mean she is a gay man stuck in a woman's body." Santana suggested with a shrug.

Blaine laughed, "She does has a point."

Santana decided to give the couple their space, so she went up stairs to get ready. She threw on her Cheerios shorts, and a black tank. She wait's a five minutes after she had brushed her teeth and her hiar. She figured that she had given them enough time to say goodbye.

When she walked into the den she found Blaine lounging on the couch watching an episode of Saturday Night live of TV. "So," she said as she plopped onto the couch.

Blaine turned his head toward the girl. "So?"

"I came out to Kurt." She said in disbelief.

"Is it weird?"

"Yeah. Will it ever not be weird?"

"No. But eventually weird will become the knew normal. But I am very proud of you Santana."

Santana grinned proudly as she said, "Thanks."

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