Santana strutted down the hall toward her locker. It was easy to navigate the crowded hallways, as no-one dared get in her way. The only people with balls enough to stand up to her were girls from glee club and Santana was sure that they were all locked in a classroom doing something nerdy. Brittany was already fiddling with her locker when Santana got there. She had her tongue out and was apparently trying to figure out her locker combination.
"Forgot again, Britt-Britt?" Santana asked softly. Brittany frowned and turned to her with a pout. Santana chuckled and reached over to unlock it for the blonde before turning to do the same for her own locker. She pulled out the things she would need for the next class and leant against it waiting for Brittany. They had maths together. In all honesty, they wouldn't really need their books. They never paid attention in class anyway. It was all too confusing for Britt and Santana was always too distracted by the beautiful girl next to her to write down any notes. She would just ask Quinn for hers later.
While Brittany was removing her yellow, duck pencil case, something caught Santana's eye. Kurt. She immediately frowned. She had forgotten all about him. She quickly told Brittany to save a seat for her in maths and without waiting for a reply she set out after Kurt. Brittany was left a little confused. She had also forgotten where their class was.
Kurt had arrived late to school so the hallways were more or less bare when he was standing in front of his locker. He heard the distinct clicking of high-heels heading his way and turned to see Santana standing before him with one hand on her hip and her eyebrows raised.
"What can I help you with, Satan?" He asked, in an effort to not be cowed.
"I want you to stay out of my business. Whatever you think you saw between me and Britts the other morning didn't happen, okay? We're friends. From time to time best friends snuggle, okay? Are you trying to tell me that you and Wheezy have never spooned after a long night of manicuring and talking about boys, or whatever? I didn't think so." Santana said all of this in a rush that Kurt only barely made out.
Kurt looked around before grabbing Santana's wrist and pulling her to the Auditorium which was, conveniently, right beside Kurt's locker.
"Okay, don't try to tell me you two aren't involved," he said as Santana's eyes widened, "I saw you at the ice-cream place near the hotel we stayed at. That didn't look like 'just friends' to me Santana."
Santana was lost for words. There were only a few people outside of her and Brittany that knew about them. About her. This wasn't something she was prepared to handle. Thoughts were rushing through her head at 100 miles per hour. Was he going to black mail her? Who had he told? How could she stop him from telling other people? Her breathing was speeding up and she felt tears of panic prick in her eyes. She could hide her fear from him before, but not now. Not now that he actually knew what she was.
"Santana?" Kurt was looking into her eyes. There was deep concern in his voice. This shocked her out of the state of utter panic she had worked her way into. He actually cared? This guy that she had been so mean to for as long as she had known him was being nice to her?
"Hey, it's okay," Kurt whispered as he took the brunette into his arms.
Santana was too shocked to pull away. She had been bottling up all of the feelings she had been having about the whole 'gay' situation. She hadn't wanted to talk to Britt about it because she didn't want to burden the blonde. Kurt was stroking the back of Santana's hair in a way that she would have never let anyone do before. Except Brittany of course. It was ridiculously comforting. He pulled back after a minute and looked into the Latina's brown moist eyes.
"Santana… are you a lesbian?" He asked softly.
She broke. That is the only word that could be used for what happened. Huge racking sobs tore from her mouth and she dropped to the floor. Her hands were over her mouth as the tears that had been threatening to spill, did so. Kurt dropped to his knees too and pulled her into another hug. He had meant to confront her about this and say things like: 'all those times you called me horrible things because I'm gay and here you are chilling in the closet with your best friend.' But seeing her reaction to him basically saying that he knew she was bi or lesbian or whatever had stopped him. How long had she kept this inside? If she reacted like this to one person knowing then the poor girl must have been in a world of pain. It was odd to Kurt thinking of Santana as a 'poor girl' considering all of the things she had done to him. Her being gay sort of explained why she had been dating Karofsky. No taste in men. They were probably being each other's beards.
"Kurt. I don't k-know what to do! I want t-to be with her so bad! I want to t-tell e-everyone about us but I can't! They'll do to me what they did to you! What we d-did to you!" She moaned into his chest. Kurt couldn't think of anything to say. He just knelt there rubbing her back and telling her that she'll be okay.
After Santana's sobs had gradually died down, Kurt pulled back to look her in the face. She looked absolutely terrible. She had two black lines running down her face from where her tears had caused her makeup to smear. Her eyes were puffy and red and Kurt had never seen a look of such utter defeat.
He tried to wipe off what little mascara he could with his jacket sleeve. Santana offered a watery smile at his attempt. She didn't deserve his kindness. She had only ever been a bitch to him.
"Seriously, it's ridiculous for you to think that anyone would mess with the Queen Bitch of McKinley. But if it's any consolation, I promise I won't tell anyone…" He thought for a second before adding a guilty "else." Her eyes shot to his, once more filled with panic.
"Who?" She croaked.
"Blaine, he knows not to tell anyone though. We've both been through what you're going through right now and trust me. Pushing people out of the closet is not something we're into."
Santana took a few relieved breaths and smiled at him. It was slightly startling. Never had Kurt seen a genuine, not evil, smile directed at him by Santana. And he had to say that she had the most gorgeous smile when she wasn't terrorizing people. Bravo.
"Thanks Kurt." She mumbled, looking ashamed, "I didn't mean to get makeup all over your jacket."
Kurt laughed and after a second Santana joined him.
"How 'bout we get you cleaned up before the end of first period?" He suggested.
"Yeah, don't want people to think their Head Bitch is a weak-ass." She grinned back.
Brittany only caught little glimpses of Santana in the halls after she didn't show up for maths in first period. She desperately wanted to see if the brunette was okay. She didn't see the Latina until the end of school when she saw her leaning against her car talking to Kurt. They seemed to be being civil towards each other which made Britt smile. It always made her happy to see Santana being nice. She really loved it when other people got the chance to see the lovely person Santana really was under her bitchy façade. Brittany walked over to them slowly, liking the way the sun glinted off San's glossy black hair from this distance.
When she got close enough for the pair to notice her, Santana offered her a broad smile. Brittany would never find anything that was as beautiful as that smile.
"Hi there." She said giving Santana the smallest of hugs. She was aware of how much San wanted to keep their relationship a secret. Kurt smiled at her.
"I have to get going. I'm meeting Blaine for coffee. You two girls have fun," he said with a wink. Brittany quickly looked at Santana and was shocked to see her smile still in place. She usually freaked out when someone said something that would even hint at them being together. She was paranoid like that. Maybe she didn't notice Kurt's wink.
Santana tilted her head and bit her lip as she took in Brittany's perfect form staring after Kurt's retreating back.
"My place for some Little Mermaid, Britt-Britt?" She asked with an adoring smile playing at her lips.
That got Brittany's attention. After a few moments of squealing and jumping Britt rushed around to the passenger's side of San's car and jumped in. She was keen for some Disney brilliance.