I know it might be weird considering how mean Karofsky was to Kurt, but I actually like the guy. I think they're going to develop his character a bit more in the new season. Him and Santana go well together, I mean they're dealing with the same issue. So here's a Karofsky/Santana friendship bonding fic… of doom? Enjoyyyy and as usual thank you for the lovely reviews 3
Although, to an outside observer, it would seem that Santana was watching the heart-felt ballad that Rachel was currently belting out in front of the group, she was really zoned out and just happened to be looking in Rachel's general direction. She was thinking about silly things like giant robot ducks that could shoot bee-shaped cookies out of their mouths. Don't ask. She would occasionally smile at the light brush of Brittany's elbow against her own, but other than that she was mostly out of it.
When Rachel finished her performance there was a round of applause, to which she curtsied, before she sat down. Mr Schue took his place in front of the Glee club and started prattling on about that week's task. He ended up writing something on the board that Santana didn't remotely care about. It wasn't until she was outside and headed toward her car that she actually started paying attention to things again. Yeah, sure, she liked Glee club (mostly because of a certain blonde member) but sometimes the repetitive Rachel solos drove her mad. She wasn't exactly jealous of the fact that Rachel always got the main roles in the club's performances, because she was the captain after all. It was more that the girl thought that she was better than everyone else. Had she even heard Mercedes sing? That girl has some skills. So, in a lazy kind of protest against the perpetual annoyance that was Rachel Berry, Santana chose to not pay attention to anything the dwarf did.
She felt a pinkie finger curl around her own and looked to her left to give Brittany a smile. The blonde grinned back. Santana watched her look back up to see where she was walking. Accidents had resulted from those lingering looks. Things like walking into freshmen or, more importantly, trash cans. Santana didn't really mind though. Even being sent sprawling was worth it if she got to look into Britt's baby blues. That didn't mean she didn't get pissed off when someone walked into her. She mostly got angry because it interrupted her staring but also because she was head bitch of this school. She had a reputation to keep up and that meant rolling anyone that dared get in her way.
It just so happened that today was one of those days. She felt a hard shoulder smash into her chest. She was hit so hard that she spun. She grunted and stared up at the moron that had rammed her.
"Sorry," Karofsky said, and he sounded like he meant it. There were tear stains running down the boy's face and he had a red mark around his eye that would surely turn into a bruise. He kept walking after that. The halls were bare as the Glee club met after school hours and Karofsky wasn't headed out to the car park. Santana saw him turn into one of the boy's bathrooms.
"Britt, can you meet me outside?" Santana gave her the keys so she could wait in the car and followed Karofsky into the boy's toilets. Brittany was once again left confused as Santana chased after the big footballer. Why did she just go into the boy's bathrooms? Gross.
Santana pushed open the swinging door to the boy's toilets and was immediately assaulted by a gust of foul air. She almost gagged at the stench clogging her nose. Resisting the urge to simple walk back out of the bathroom and go find Britt, she forged on through the smell to find Karofsky. She didn't even know why. Why should she want to help him? It's not like they're friends. They only dated so people would think they were straight and so Santana could win her rightful place as prom queen. She didn't owe the guy any favours especially after what he did to Kurt. But still, someone had obviously hit him and he was upset. Gays of a feather must stick together or some crap like that. Santana stopped analysing her actions and decided to just help him.
"Karofsky?" She called, as she checked to make sure they were alone in the bathroom. Only one stall was closed so she assumed that was the one he was in. "Hey, gay-boy, you all good?" Okay, so it was a low blow. It was the only way she could think of to get him to reply.
"Leave me alone, Satan. I'm trying to take a leak." He replied. His voice was soft and weak.
"Out of your eyes? Tell me who hit you. Come out here and talk to me like a real man, Karofsky." She called through the door. At that he burst out of the door with a mix of rage and pain masking his big face. Fresh tears were cascading down his cheeks.
"I am a real man! I don't care what you or he says. I'm a real man so you can go screw yourself, Satan!" He seethed at her.
"Me or who, David?" Santana asked more softly. "Who did that to you?" She gestured to his eye.
Karofsky's lower lip trembled as he fought for control of his emotions.
"No-one." He finally said. "I walked into a door," and with that he pushed past her and left the bathroom. Santana stared after him.
Britt could tell that San was distracted. She barely spoke a single word the whole way home and that was unusual for Santana. She usually asked Brittany how her day was or if she needed any help on her assignments, but today there was only silence. Once they got back to Santana's place Brittany ventured to ask San what was wrong. The Latina looked at her quietly for a moment before sighing and flopping back on her bed.
"I'm worried about David." She mumbled.
"David?"
"You know… Karofsky?" Santana tried to explain.
Britt frowned, "oh. Why are you worried about him? He was so mean to Kurt."
Santana was torn between explaining why Karofsky bullied Kurt so and keeping the big boy's secret. She eventually decided that after everything, Britt knew how to keep a secret. So she told the blonde about how David took his frustration about being gay out on Kurt. Choosing that moment to be insightful, Brittany said, "But you weren't that mean when you were all frustrated and stuff."
"I wasn't that mean but I still was and am a bitch," Santana told her, not sure why she was even worried about Karofsky, let alone defending him. "Besides, he didn't have you to make everything better did he?"
Brittany smiled at that and kissed San's cheek. "I like making you happy, S. I'm happy when you're happy." The blonde snuggled into the Latina's neck.
"That's good, Britt-Britt, because you are so good at making me happy." Santana replied softly, kissing the top of Brittany's head.
"So, why are you worried about Karofsky?" Britt asked after a moment. "Did you find out why he was crying this afternoon?"
Santana sighed. "No, he wouldn't tell me what happened, or who hit him. Maybe he did something stupid like telling his parents that he's gay."
"Why would that be stupid?" Britt asked, pulling away to look at Santana.
"Because not everyone has amazing parents like you Britt. I think someone hit him. My money's on a dad that's angry at his son for liking boys."
"What are we going to do?" Britt asked as she leant head back on the brunette's shoulder.
Santana smiled softly at the 'we' before replying. "I don't know, B. Let's not mention this to anyone before I have a chance to get some answers from Dave. I don't wanna tell someone that his parents are hitting him if I'm not absolutely sure it's happening. But if it is I think we should tell Mr Schue or Coach Beiste. Karofsky can be a douche sometimes but it's not cool to hit your kid."
"You're so smart, San. And sweet. And pretty." Brittany mumbled quietly.
Santana laughed at the blonde girl. "Thank you, Britt." The Latina felt Brittany's breathing slow as she fell asleep against her. "I love you Britt-Britt," she whispered in the blonde's ear, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Before Brittany, Santana didn't think that she would ever be able to love someone as much as she did the blonde. It was still a mystery to the Latina how it was that she could be fascinated by so simple a thing as someone else breathing beside her and mumbling softly about storks in their sleep. Brittany was so incredible. It was like every single thing about her screamed, 'Love Me!', and Santana was powerless to resist. Even in the odd sitting position she was in, the brunette was able to fall asleep with the aid of beautiful Brittany leaning against her. Her dreams were filled with ducks, gay sharks and most importantly, beautiful blonde dancers. Good dreams they were.