- WEDNESDAY-DAYS UNTIL PROM: 31-
"Rod Remington here, out front of McKinley High School, home of a whooping number of homosexual students. Uprise has started at an attempt for two of these same sex boys attempting to buy a ticket to the prom together." he caught a passing student's shoulder. "Tell me young man, what do you feel about these same sex couples going to prom together?" The boy's nose crinkled in disgust, red football jersey showing off the name 'Shelton'.
"It's disgusting, why the hell do they feel the need to rub it in us normal people's faces? It isn't right!"
"Strong opinion, strong opinion." Rod commented, before turning back to the camera and releasing the still disgusted boy. "I personally can not wait to see how this stir pot continues to boil. How will the majority of the population react to this news? Will these homosexuals go to prom together? Only time will tell! Rod Remington will be out I'm the field covering the story for you the entire time!" he saluted, "Back to you in the studio!"
Carole clicked off the TV, scowl firmly in place.
"Sanny, can I talk to you?" Brittany asked. Santana glanced at her and huffed, slamming her locker shut.
"No." she hissed crossly, turning on her heel and starting to blend into the hallway of busy students.
"I broke up with Artie!" Brittany cried just before she lost sight of Santana. Santana froze, before slowly turning around and making her way back to their lockers.
"What?" she questioned for clarification.
"I broke up with Artie." Brittany repeated, "I talked with my new dolphin, Blaine, and he said I had to decide which one I wanted to hurt less and I figured since I was upset when you were upset that I would be happy when you're happy." Brittany grabbed her arms, "I picked you Santana." she shared softly. Santana gulped down a large breath of air.
"Well maybe you're too late." Santana growled crassly, pulling away from Brittany and disappearing in the crowd once again. Brittany stared after her sadly.
Dave ignored the weird looks he was getting in the locker room after practice. Screw them, he wasn't going to... Wow, Kurt's words resonated in his head. 'Every straight guy's nightmare that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert them.' Now it fit when he said that.
"Yo Evans, Karofsky, which one is the chick?" Snickers.
"The only chick I see is you Shelton." Puck snapped, immediately up to defend him.
"Whoa Puckerman! Protective much? You a fag now too?" It was most likely that Dave would loose his temper at that one, but it was actually Sam. Sam slammed his locker closed.
"You sure seem mighty hooked on the fact that we're dating. You jealous Shelton?" Sam goaded, spinning around to glare at him.
"Heh, you wish. I-"
"Oh yeah, I wish I could have your ugly face when I already have my boyfriend." Sam cut him off. "Fuck off Shelton, you homophobic asshole!"
"Evans! Get in here! You too Shelton!" Coach Beiste appeared, glaring at them. Shelton slammed his locker shut, as Sam growled, both heading into her office.
"Evans, watch the language, Shelton what the hell?" she asked rhetorically, "You two are on the same team. You got to accept each other."
"I'm not going to accept him or his faggy boyfriend." Sam lunged at the offender, but Shannon sprung into action faster, nearly throwing Sam back into his seat and grabbing the front of Shelton's shirt to force him to stand.
"Fine then. Get the hell out of here, you're off the team Shelton." Shannon growled. The boy glared darkly at her.
"Whatever fag hag." he hissed, before darting out of the room before she could comment. Shannon sighed, clapping Sam on the shoulder, "You and Karofsky get out of here now." she commanded. Sam nodded quickly, leaving the room silently.
"You did what?"
"I know!" Santana groaned, lifting her head out of her hands.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt's corvbantic pacing caused Santana's head to snap back and forth as she followed him with her eyes. She dropped her head back into her hands after a few moments.
"I don't know." she moaned, and waited until she heard Kurt's footsteps slow to a stop. They both sighed. Santana still didn't look up as she felt more pressure on Kurt's bed.
"Look at me." Kurt commanded with another sigh. Santana glanced up at him, "What was the first thing you thought when Brittany told you she had choosen you?" Kurt asked.
"Hell yes." Santana offered truthfully causing Kurt to chuckle.
"Then why did you just walk away after saying that it was too late?" Kurt continued patiently.
"I-I don't know." Santana stated unsurely, "I think it was just a self defense mechanism."
"I agree. You have a tough exterior, but on the inside, guess what, you're human." he nodded, "Yeah, and you pushing Brittany away was just your tough exterior attempting to protect the human part of you." Kurt assumed.
"Then what do I do?" Kurt gave her a 'are you serious' look.
Santana nodded, "Yeah, that makes sense." she stood, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get my girl."
"Don't screw it up this time!" Kurt teased after her as she made her way out of the room. Then, in true Santana fashion...
...she flipped him the bird and continued on her way.