Trigger warning: violence, bullying, body issues and homophobia.
KatePOV-
''Santana, can I talk to you?''
She rolls her eyes, setting her pen down and staring at me with clear disdain, ''What, Kate?''
I click my tongue, biting my lip and holding in my own snarkiness, ''You kinda dated Blair, right?''
''Sex is not dating.''
''Right. If it were you and Puck would be dating,'' I lean back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest, ''I think you know what I mean, though.''
''Fine. Yes, I 'dated' Blair. And?''
''So you know what she likes,'' I continue, leaning forward, ''I need some advice. She's obviously more experienced than I am, so I want to keep her interested. It's been a week since we got out for winter break, and I haven't been able to spend as much time with her.''
''Oh, Kate,'' Santana sighs, ''Of course she'll get bored with you. A girl like that could have any girl she wants. Why would she stick with a prude like you? You're even worse than Rachel, because you haven't got the slightest concept how to be sexy.''
I hate to admit it, but she's right. Even the topic of sex is enough to make me cringe. How the hell am I going to satisfy a girl who knows exactly what she wants, especially when what she wants is someone with sex appeal?
Which is why I found myself dressed in a tight, leather skirt, and an even tighter shirt, glaring at Noah Puckerman as his eyes trail down my body.
''Damn, Kate?,'' Puck swallows his cereal, '' Who knew you had such a rack?''
''Dude! That's my sister,'' Finn spits out, ''Kate, why are you dressed like that?''
''I figured it's time for a change,'' I shrug, ''What's wrong?''
''You look hot as hell,'' Puck nods in acknowledgement.
''Dude!''
''If you're done objectifying me, Noah, I have to go. I'm meeting Blair at school early so we can study for the test today. If you guys need a ride, you'd better come on.''
I was, however, not prepared for Blair's reaction.
''K-Katy? What are you wearing?''
''What? You don't like it,'' I try not to pout, feeling my stomach twist when she frantically shakes her head.
''No, I love it. You look amazing. I just… I hope you're not doing this for me,'' she stresses.
''I'm not. Santana gave me a makeover, and I like it. I feel confident.''
That is so far from the truth. This skirt feels too short, this shirt too tight, but, hey, it's holding Blair's interest. I can be uncomfortable if it means I have her.
''So,'' she slides her coat off, hanging it in her locker, ''What did you want to ask me.''
Oh. Right. The real reason I asked her to meet me at school, well before most other people would be here.
''Right,'' I clear my throat, ''Okay. Blair Anderson, will you go to the Sadies Hawkins dance with me?''
Her smile falters a bit before leaving her face completely, and she loses color in her face, ''S-Sadies Hawkins? W-with you?''
''Yeah. It'll be fun. I mean, I've never really had a date to these things, so I don't know how they go. It'll be the social event of the season,'' I try to smile, ''And give us some inspiration for prom.''
''Kate, wait a second. Prom?,'' she looks extraordinarily uncomfortable, arms hugging herself, ''Babe, I don't do dances, okay?''
You know that feeling when you get hit in a stomach, and tears come to your eyes and the breath leaves your body in one big gust? That's exactly what I'm feeling now.
''Oh. You don't want to go with me,'' I blink back tears, ''Yeah. That's cool. I get that.''
''Kate, no, you don't,'' she runs her hand through her hair in frustration, ''Can we talk about this later?''
The very analytical, very paranoid tells me that this is it. Our relationship is over before it starts. The calm portio tells me to get it together, keep it together, and talk to her later.
''Okay. I have to go now. We can totally talk after glee, yeah?''
''Yeah,'' she rubs my arm through the material of my shirt, ''I have to go makeup a quiz now. I'll see you later.''
She struts away, confidence radiating off of her as she does.
While I wallow in the insecurities that come along with dating someone so out of my league.
BlairPOV-
''Karofsky, we need to talk,'' I slam her gym locker shut, feeling my anger bubble over when she scoffs.
''This is just a dream come true for you, isn't it? A locker room full of half naked girls?''
''Joke all you want, Karofsky. I know what you did to Kate,'' I cross my arms over my chest, smirking in satisfaction at the flicker of terror across her face before she regains composure.
''Whatever she said is a lie.''
''Oh, Dana, please. I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at her. I also see the way anyone who's not a Cheerio gets treated at this school. How do you think people would react if they find out the star of the girls' soccer team is a lesbian,'' I examine my nails, glancing up when I hear her breath catch.
Of course I'd never out anyone. She doesn't know that, though. And if it keeps her from hurting Kate anymore, well, then, it's worth it.
''You think you're such a bad girl, don't you,'' she laughs humorlessly, ''Because you're dating a hot girl? Let me tell you something: Kate is only with you because she feels sorry for your ass.''
I laugh this time, shaking my head, ''Could you be anymore bitter? She cares about me.''
''Does she, Blair? You're the first openly gay girl she's met ever. You're pretty good looking, but that body,'' she makes a clicking sound before shaking her head as her eyes look me up and down, scrutinizing me, ''You could stand to lose a few.''
''Don't be such a jealous little bitch, Dana.''
That's it. That is what causes her to lose it.
Dana is pushing me into the cold, hard, metal surface of the lockers, slapping me across the face and landing a punch to my stomach in my stunned state.
''Blair!,'' a shill cry comes from the door, and soon Kate is pushing Dana away from me ,''Dana, you have to stop this!''
''Then tell your girlfriend to stay the hell away from me,'' Karofsky spits, grabbing her bag and storming out of the locker room while I attempt to catch my breath.
''Blair? Blair, baby, you have to calm down,'' Kate takes my face in her hand, cooing to calm me down ,''You're okay. I need to check if she hurt you badly, though.''
Her hand reaches for my shirt to check the bruises surely forming on my stomach, but I slap her hand away, causing her to recoil it as if I had burned her, ''I'm going home. Can you tell Mr. Schue that I won't be in glee today?''
''Blair, you need to let me help you. You could be seriously hurt.''
It's tempting to lie, to tell her that it doesn't hurt. That I don't know I'll be covered in bruises and that my cheek will be swollen by the time I get home.
''Believe me, I've been hurt worse than this. I can take care of myself.''
See? I didn't even have to lie.
''Fine,'' she huffs, obviously upset ,''I'll call you later,alright?''
''Yeah, sure,'' I kiss her cheek to appease her a little bit, stalking out of the locker room.
By the time I get home, I'm in pain all over. My dad and mom aren't home, so I actually have a bit of peace and quiet as I grab an ice pack and the pain medication.
Standing in front of my mirror, I strip to just my underwear, surveying the spots where bruises will be scattered across otherwise smooth skin.
''Shit,'' I hiss, disgusted with my own reflection.
It's not like I don't know the way I look. Sabrina brought it up one evening, in between a hot and heavy makeout session and undressing me. She criticized my stomach and my thighs, the things she knows I am most insecure about. She is my best friend. So if she sees it, if she thinks I look hideous, then I must be.
My body, well… that's my best feature. I know I'm attractive, but it's always a struggle to remind myself to look good. Afterall, I haven't got much else going for me.
The funny thing is that I hate when my friends talk about themselves like this. If Sabrina, Tina, Mercedes, or even Rachel- and especially Kate- ever berated themselves this way, I'd be the first to stop them. To remind them that they are so, so much more than the way that they look.
Because they are. But I am not. Once Kate knows the real me, she won't stay unless i look good. Even Sabtina brought it up.
Despite the fact that I am cold and distant more often than I should be, I do care about Kate. I don't want to lose her. She's one of the few people who still gives a crap about me. I'd do anything to keep her here with me.
Even if it means making some changes to myself.
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