My Friends They Are So Beautiful
Santana
It's my third week at McKinley, and so far things have been great. I'm in Glee club, despite the fact that I can't sing. Mr. Shue said that I could just sway in the back. He still can't understand that I can dance.
Anyway, I'm sitting outside on the grass with all of the glee kids on a Friday afternoon. We're all laughing and having a great time. After Rachel realized that I wouldn't be competition, she grew to like me. I think Quinn is jealous of me, because Puck keeps staring at my boobs. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. Mercedes is one of my best friends, besides Brittany of course. The diva keeps it real, and I like that.
So what do you guys want to do this weekend? Kurt asks. A few in our group respond with the usual 'sorry I have plans' or 'too much homework this weekend'. Brittany says she can't go, because she has to rub glitter on Lord Tubbington's belly so he'll poop out candy bars.
I can hang out. Want to go shopping? I say, and Kurt turns to me, but doesn't say anything. He looks me up and down, and I begin to worry. What if he doesn't like me?
Are you kidding? I'd LOVE to! I'll pick you up at 4 tomorrow, Kurt says excitedly, and I grin like the Cheshire Cat.
Okay, I sign. A few of the glee kids have picked up on a couple of signs. 4 it is.
Kurt smiles, and he chatters on about absolutely needing to go to the Marc Jacobs store to pick up his new line. I really don't care too much about fashion, but I figure that if I want to care, I should definitely hang out with Kurt more.
Kurt
Santana and I are walking through the Lima mall, searching for a lemonade stand. She's convinced that there has to be one here, since they were at the malls in New York. I don't want to correct her or anything, so here we are.
"Santana," I say, and nudge her in the rib. "There's an pretzel shop over there. I think they sell lemonade. Want to go?"
"Okay," she says, and links elbows with me. We merrily skip to the food vendor, where I tell Santana which pretzels is the best, and low cal.
"Khurt, I'll get the sault pretzul and lemonade," she says, and I nod as I order the same. We head over to a table, and sit down.
"So tell me, what's it like," I ask. Santana looks confused as she bites into her soft pretzel.
"Whut do you mehun?" she says, cocking her head to the side.
"What was it like living in New York!" I say excitedly, and Santana nods. The Latina carefully puts down her treat and begins to talk as well as sign.
"It's actually reully niuce. I lived in Manhattun, so I never got mhugged or anything," she begins, and takes a sip of lemonade. "I louved the city, but I like it here too. I caume here to Ohio because my daud got a job offor. I like it in Ohio, because there isn't a lout of noise," Santana says, taking another sip of her drink.
"Santana, you can't hear. Why does it matter if it's quieter in Ohio," I ask, chuckling.
"Because, I doun't feeul like I'm missing everything," Santana explains, and I laugh.
"You have some interesting opinions, Santana. I'm glad you moved here," I say, and the Latina asks why.
"Well, because… I like you, and I think we can become great friends," I say, and she looks at me strangely, sort of like she needs to tell me some bad news. "What is it, Santana?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. The dark skinned girl plays with her hands a bit and looks around, pretending that she didn't see me. I poke her hand, and ask the question again. She sighs loudly, and she blushes shyly when a few people turn their heads. She looks at me sadly, and takes my hand. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"Um, Santana? What are you doing?"
"Khurt, I'm sorry, bhut I doun't like you, in that way," the deaf girl says, and I look at her like she's crazy, until I have my 'ah ha!' moment.
"Oh, honey, I'm not straight. I guess you thought I liked you, but I'm gay," I say, and Santana looks flustered as she pulls her hand away quickly. "I just assume everyone knows, because I have a very high voice, which is stereotyped as gay."
"Well, now that that's ovar, look at that cute guy ovar theure!" Santana whispers in my ear, and I chuckle as we talk about make up and fashion.
I really like this girl.