Hi, I'm S.C., the author of this fanfic!

Another scene from this short story series.

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The McKinley High social scene had limited options outside of school. Popular places to hang out on the weekends were Bread Stix and random people's house parties, but the most popular place was the Cooperfield Mall. It resided only a town over, and everyone who's anyone was seen there on a Friday night. With all of the McKinley kids running around, it was the prime location for dates, fights, and an all-around good time. Since Karofsky and Santana were now officially "dating", they decided to flaunt their "relationship" in front of their peers at the mall. After following Santana around the mall holding her hand and her bags, he requested to find somewhere to sit and relax for a few minutes. She dragged him into a deserted alcove and sat on an empty bench that was next to an exit. They sat together quietly, their hands intertwined. Something was gnawing at Karofsky.

"Hey Santana?" he asked as she rifled through the bags looking for something.

"Yes annoyance?" she said lovingly. She snatched the remaining bags out of his hands.

"What's it like to hold a guy's hand? I mean, I was just wondering since it must be different from holding yours. Like what did Sam's feel like?" he inquired at almost a whisper in her ear. She stopped what she was doing and just stared at him with a shocked face.

"Um.. Well man hands, it's hard to explain. Boy's in general have meaty hands, and calloused fingers. Just… here…" she pushed Karofsky's two large hands together until he was holding his own hands. "It feels exactly like that… Well give or take a few sweaty palms. Thinking back, Sam's hands were always soft like a baby's butt. God! I should have known that he was gay when I caught him moisturizing with Sweet Pea lotion!" she hissed, and returned to looking in the bags.

"… oh …" he muttered. The thought of holding Sam's hands and smelling that sweet pea lotion made his head spin. "Sweet Pea. God, I love that small. And Sam smells like that! Shit, stop thinking like that!" Karofsky thought to himself. He squeezed Santana's hand, pretending it was Sam's. She didn't mind, because in the same way she was pretending that she was holding Britney's hand. She then pulled a grey gable knit sweater out of a bag and threw it on Dave's face laughing. He chuckled and pulled it off his face. Karofsky just held it up in the light and marveled at it.

"I saw you staring at it when we were in H&M. I decided to buy it for you because your gay was showing. I had to feed your fashionista craving." She joked punching his shoulder.

"I told you not to say that! Stop saying I'm gay when we are out. People might hear and then I'm done!" he screamed. He didn't mind the teasing from Santana, but when she called him gay, especially in public, it struck a nerve. Just as he finished screaming he noticed a group of jocks and cheerleaders ten feet away. He tuned white. "Shit, they might have heard me. Shit, Shit, Shit! What the fuck do I do?" He was panicking and thought of the straightest thing to do in this situation so that they couldn't suspect anything, even if they overheard. Karofsky smashed his lips into Santana's. She instantly played along, and moved her head side to side, making it appear like they were making out. The jocks whistled and the cheerleaders giggled as they passed them, and left out the exit. Clearly they were fooling everyone, because no one even looked back at them. As soon as the group left, the two pulled apart as fast as possible. Dave spit out on to the floor. All Santana could do was laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked, dead serious.

"Well hell, you really are gay! No guy in their right mind would spit out the candy flavored spit that you just swapped with me. Listen, to make it look real you have to close your eyes and pretend you're sucking on his trouty mouth instead of my lips. There is going to be a time when we will be expected to kiss, especially when we hang out with your friends. I'm just trying to prepare you for what's going to come. Just think of my as your Auntie Tana, helping you through the ins and outs of being a beard. "

"Can we just never do that again? I mean if we have to then fine, but I'm not going to attack your face because I want to. Now let's go get ice cream." He said, trying to play it off.

"Only if you get rainbow sprinkles, or would that give away your big secret?" she laughed as they gathered the bags.

"Fine, but only if you get a triple scoop!" he chuckled, and they walked over to Creamie Freeze holding hands.

It was really hard for me to write the hand holding part, mostly because I've never held a guy's hand, or kissed one. I'm actually very prude for a girl of my age!

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