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She ate the food looking at Kurt, and stated, "I showed you mine. It's only fair that you show me yours now." Kurt looked down, and started speaking, "All my life, except for my Dad, I've been told that a freak like me shouldn't exist. The only thing I do is gape at sweaty guys and their private parts, and I should live alone for the rest of my life. Even when I wanted to sing with Sam, Finn basically insinuated that I almost stalked him and that if a guy did that to a girl, he'd be reported immediately." Santana kept her food to the side, stood up and started walking out, screaming, "I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on that son of a bitch!" Kurt ran behind her, "Santana, wait! It's better now. I'm talking about five months back, when we were getting used to the fact that we had to live together because our parents were in love. He was still not used to me then."
Santana raged, "Don't try to give excuses for that son of a bitch. Or try to make what he is doing right." Kurt said, "Yeah, yeah, promise. So anyway, back then, even Dad was going on the same tune, making me decidedly uncomfortable. He told me that till I found a guy with the same orientation as me, I'd have to live it out alone. And that sucked. And then I realized one thing. If I throw myself at the first gay guy I find, wouldn't I fit almost every stereotype that bigots perpetuate? That I don't mind who it is, as long as he's also gay and is somewhat hot? And on the down side, that's not even what I want. I want love. I want to be like in those novels I read and see how it feels like to have a person complete you, your sentences, lets you cry on his shoulder and hugs you whenever you feel down. Harry, I don't think he's the guy for me, because he doesn't like me and I want to have at least one friend who is a guy who doesn't shudder if I put my hand on his shoulder or take a bath in the communal showers."
She realized that this was about much more than what was going on with Harry. She bundled up her snark and hid it in a corner of her brain so Kurt would understand that she was totally serious with her advice. She said, "So basically you're saying that even if Harry was your soul mate, the guy who completes you, who hugs you and loves you, because he's the first guy you met who was gay and out of the closet, you wouldn't date him? Wouldn't that be unfair to him in case he does have feelings for you? Let me tell you one thing. Love is rarely fair, and it comes very rarely at the right time. So you should hold on to it when you can. I'm not telling you to go marry the guy, but just, keep your mind open, okay?" Kurt started to say something when she spoke over him, "And if I, a certified lesbo, am saying that you are hot, then the gay guys would actually jump on you, or jump you, for that matter. Everyone's special in their own way. And now I sound like a bad after school commercial."
Kurt was smiling as happy tears fell out of his eyes and he said, "I think that's the sweetest thing someone has ever told me." Santana just smirked, "Well, if you could help me come to terms with the fact that I will have to come out before high school ends so I can face my demons with all my courage and razorblades, I can obviously make you feel better, right? And if you ever feel in the dumps, let me know. I can always cop a feel and make you feel really, really better." Kurt suddenly became like a kid as he covered his junk and shrieked.
Santana then asked him, "You won't tell anyone, right?" Kurt nodded solemnly as he said, "I don't believe in outing a person before they're ready to. Which is why, I didn't do anything to Karofsky. Rachel did." Santana laughed, "I didn't know ManHands had it in her. Anyway, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about rich guy. But you have to tell them at least before junior year gets over. If not the others, your BFF Mercedes will want to know why you're hanging out at coffee shops in the summer instead of in the swimming pool with us." Kurt cheekily replied, "I can always get him to join us, all shirtless. He'll make everyone die with the combination of his body and British accent." Peals of laughter were the only thing that could be heard in the garage as Kurt got out a pint of ice cream from Dad's hiding place.
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Hope you like the Santana/Kurt friendship I have going on there! Review if you can otherwise see you next week! Ciao!