"You're actually sleeping with him." Puck approached Santana one day as she was walking down the hallway. Santana rolled her eyes, but smiled mischievously. "I went over to your house last night because I wanted to talk to you and your parents said you were over Karofsky's. Santana that is gross."
"Look, you know nothing about him." Santana said, frowning. She still hated that people in glee still told her that Dave was horrible. "And we did a little bit more than sleep." We talked about how gay we were and how it sucks to be ourselves.
"Santana, I've been with you more times than I can count on my fingers and toes." Puck said. She rolled her eyes and he cut her off before the door. "And I know you. I know that you hate sex."
She looked offended. "How could you tell me that I hate sex? We did it a million times."
"Yeah." Puck said. "And I've been with a million girls. You always wanted it like you were trying to get something out of it." Santana squared her jaw and looked away. She didn't know that Puck could be this observant. "All I know is that you aren't having sex with Karofsky. I can see that now. But what are you doing with him? You two are a horrible couple." Santana was at a loss of words. How long had Puck been this observant? She started to feel a fear in her and she looked around at everyone.
"How could you say that?" Santana whispered, tears in her eyes. "I..I love him. I really do."
"Those tears aren't for Karofsky."
"You can't prove that." Santana said, wiping her eyes. She was so afraid of Puck actually figuring everything out. He was so close.
"What is up with Karofsky then? Finn won't shut up about it, he knows that there's something up with Karofsky. And I know that there's something up with you too."
"So what," She said angrily, flinging her arms up. "You talk about me behind my back with Finn the halfwit? Is that what you're trying to say."
"No. I actually haven't said anything to Finn." Puck said. "I'm just trying to tell you that… I'm here if you want to talk to me."
"Get lost Puckerman."
"You cried, alright?" Puck said, throwing up his arms. "That's what this is about. You would cry a lot after we had sex. You wouldn't look me in the eyes, you would look bored or sad—And I know I'm a stud. And you would cry. And I always wanted to ask you about it, but I thought you got over it. But lately… you've started to look like you used to whenever we were alone. Like… scared. Vulnerable. And I just want to make sure that everything is okay."
Santana had tears falling down her cheeks her face scrunched up in sadness, and she finally shouted,
"I love Dave Karofsky!" She sobbed. "And there's nothing you can do about it, okay? You just don't understand!" She was shaking as she walked away. Dave rounded the corner and saw Santana sobbing and frowned, concern. He took her in his arms, her tears darkening his shirt. She clung to Dave and Dave shot Puck a look. He led her away to an empty classroom.
"He knows." She hiccuped. "I mean, Puck and I used to have a lot of sex, and… and he said that… I was different than the other girls and… and that he actually… he said I was trying to get something out of it—" She broke down into another puddle of sobs. Dave pulled up a chair and rubbed her on the back.
"San." He said softly. "Everything is going to be alright. You are confident, you have friends, remember? At least it's Puck figuring it out, not some meathead on the football team. Puck you can trust. If he figures it out—"
"When." Santana corrected.
"—when he figures it out, do you think he'd be the type to start a rumor about you?" Dave lifted her chin up. "He loves you, I know it. Like a sister. He will stick up for you and defend you because he knows you, Santana. Don't be afraid if he finds out."
"I don't want anyone to find out." Santana whispered.
"Because you don't want to be it." Dave murmured. "I know what you mean. If no one knows then it must not exist."
"But it does." She said a little bit stronger. "And it's so difficult."
"Believe me, I know. But you have friends, remember? I have… Well… I have you, I hope."
"Yeah." She said, smiling softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm just not ready for anyone to know just yet."
"Then tell Puck. Keep him from voicing his suspicions." Dave said. "It's easier to keep a secret when the person knows what secret to keep."
"Yeah." She wiped her eyes, her makeup smudging. "By the way, Puck says Finn thinks something is up with you. And he 's talking to Puck about it."
The color drained out of Dave's face
"What does he think? Oh God, I hope he thinks I'm a virgin, I hope that's what he thinks…."
"But you are a virgin." Santana raised an eyebrow.
"I mean… he once said in the huddle that he never saw me with a girlfriend." Dave said, sighing. "I just hope he thinks that I'm a virgin and not gay." "You are one of the gayest guys in the school." Santana laughed, wiping her eyes and smiling. "Seriously. I don't know how you hide it so well. You could give Kurt a run for his money."
"I'm not… like… flamboyant or anything. I couldn't give to shits about what I wear, and you know that. I just… I like dudes. I really like dudes."
Santana rolled her eyes and stood up with Dave. "I don't know what you see in guys."
"I don't know what you see in girls." Dave countered, smiling. Santana hugged him and Dave hugged her back. This was something he hadn't anticipated. Santana Lopez was his best friend.