I sat idly on the couch manipulating the Cinnamon Life cereal that remained in my bowl with the spoon as it became soggy. I was lost in deep thought as I listened to the music from my playlist that serenely carried itself out from my room. I had managed to skulk out of my bed without disturbing Rachel. It was just after 10a.m., and I didn't want to bother waking the still very much sleeping and snoring Brunette. It was a rarity for her to ever sleep in this late, so I didn't want to be the bitch to rob her of the apparently much needed extra sleep. That was my intention when I surreptitiously made my way out of the room around fifteen minutes ago, possibly, either that or my ulterior motive was to postpone the conversation she had alluded to last night as long as possible.
It was a rather unusual Sunday morning for several reasons. For one, Lady Hummel wasn't up yet, although I have a feeling someone had a friend spend the night and they were still in the bedroom checking the thread count on the sheets or something. Honestly, what else would those two be doing in there? Rachel was also sleeping in way past what was normal for her after having cried herself to sleep in my bed last night. To top it off, I was awake before 12:00 on the weekend. I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, and it wasn't for a lack of trying, I tossed and turned but just felt too apprehensive and anxious about the day to relax. I've been sitting here running all the scenarios of what Rachel could possibly be thinking about in my head. She just seemed way too upset last night. I know I must have surprised her with my amazing bathroom acrobatic stunt and all, but shit. She wouldn't freak out that much just because I had a little accident, would she? I was fine, I'm fine now anyways. Bitches be crazy…
"Adam, do my eyes deceive me… or tis' that thee Santana?" I lifted my head to find Kurt tip-toeing out of his room and into the kitchen.
"It would appear so me lady." Adam trailed behind Kurt and opened the refrigerator door once he reached the kitchen. He was wearing a black French Beret.
"Perhaps we are sleep-walking, or this is just a mirage. It can't possibly be thy Santana, awake, stirring, before the clock strike noonith'." Kurt responded as he began slicing fruit on the kitchen table.
"Oh, where art thou Rachel?" Adam replied loudly and dramatically as he sat down next to Kurt and poured himself a glass of orange juice. I could hear them chuckling amongst themselves. I turned around on the couch and wiggled my index finger at them.
"Alright, first of all, please shut the hell up and stop whatever queer version of Shakespeare you two fairies are rehearsing. Second, Sleeping Beauty is still sleeping, so if you could manage to not wake our Disney Princess with your ogling and nauseating Renaissance role-playing, I'd really appreciate that, thanks…" I smirked and blinked at the two of them as I set my cereal bowl on the floor and dropped out of view slumping down into the couch and facepalming in disgust.
"Well, good morning to you too Cruella De Ville… Are we feeling any better after last night?" I heard Kurt scoff.
"Kurt, I'm fine…" I snapped in response. I didn't feel like harping on this topic.
"Just checking… So, to what do we owe the pleasure of being graced with your presence so early on a Sunday morning?" Kurt asked me as he was mixing a bowl of fruit.
"Just didn't feel like sleeping anymore...," I shrugged even though I doubt they noticed. "…The Hobbit is still passed out on my bed; I have a feeling I'm going to have to wash the sheets later to get all of her drool out." I rolled my eyes.
I turned on the television and began flipping through the channels before settling on Three's Company reruns. I heard the blender in the kitchen go off and the two of them chatting. Kurt walked up behind me offering a glass full of some pink colored concoction above my head.
"Care for a fruit smoothie?" I nodded and sat up to take the drink from him.
Mmmm...
"Strawberry-banana?" I asked Kurt as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Actually it's Strawberry-Mango-Peach, but I did add some banana. I saw it on the cooking channel the other day." Kurt responded as he sat back down and began eating his breakfast.
"Thanks Paula Deen. So… how did the two of you love-birds sleep last night? Or was there not sleeping involved?" I smirked and glanced at the two of them giving a suggestive wink while making inappropriate hand gestures. Adam nearly choked on his cereal and coughed before looking up to Kurt for relief.
"Santana! That is none of your business. Besides, don't forget whose apartment this is. You still barely cover your share of the rent!" Kurt blushed and responded defensively as he widened his eyes.
"Yeah… Thanks for reminding me. It's not like I haven't been looking for work or anything…" I rolled my eyes and responded sarcastically. I hated that I was barely contributing; he didn't have to rub that in. I was living off of my trust fund and had been looking for work for weeks now. I had more than enough saved up, but I was trying to conserve money in case I decided to enroll in school next semester. I needed to talk to Jess about that Club she had mentioned last night. I'd take anything at this point… Well, almost anything. About a week and a half ago I walked into a very questionable Club in Queens for an interview, and it turned out they just wanted to hire me as an exotic dancer. I swear to god if this is even remotely like that place I'm going to strangle Jess and throw her body into the Hudson River. I'm not going to have some nasty-ass sweaty old man getting off thanks to his Viagra while I grind into some filthy pole. God, that's just revolting… I cringed at the thought.
"You do know you're welcome to have people over too if you'd like. We did agree that we could all do… that, as long as…. you know… we keep it down." Kurt tried to alter the bite of his previous remark and sounded uncomfortable as he spoke.
"Um, gross? I really don't want to think about the two of you-"
"-Any special ladies in your life Santana?" Adam chimed in wiggling his eyebrows at me.
Great, just what I wanted to not think about. Thanks. No, there isn't anyone special in my life. I'm a singleton in New York that can't even get a date. I haven't been with anyone in two months, and I have feelings for someone who will probably never want to be with me again and has absolutely no interest in me romantically. Yeah my love life is just fucking peachy... I shook my head at him and let out a frustrated grunt as I threw the remote into the couch beside me. I got up and crossed to the bathroom. I might as well take a shower and get dressed for the day. I certainly didn't want to focus on how depressing my love life actually was, especially so early in the morning.
It was an overcast day and was lightly raining. A thick fog covered the city skyline. I zipped up my jacket, pulled up the hood, and put in my ear buds before turning on my iPod that I managed to jack out of my room without waking Ru Paul. I loved the smell of a fresh spring rain in the morning...
I made my way down the landing before breaking out into a swiftly paced jog. The rain fell gently enough to provide a pleasant cooling factor as my body became warm from my workout. I turned the corner and ran several blocks before reaching one of the cemeteries. It had become one of my guilty pleasures ever since I started jogging through Bushwick. I slowed my pace as I entered, and took this opportunity to catch my breath. I stretched my calves before taking a seat on a stone bench towards the center of the cemetery. As I had my hand inside my pocket changing my playlist I saw an elderly African-American woman cross the set of gravestones in front of me. She was dressed in mostly black and was carrying a bouquet of white lilies. She stopped in front of a rather large headstone and placed the flowers down as she reached into her purse to retrieve a tissue before wiping at her eyes. I tilted my head and watched her as she stood there holding up her umbrella against the now steady rain. She stood in silence for several minutes before she noticed me watching her and began crossing in between the stones towards me. She took her time, but her destination was clear seeing as there was no one else around.
Shit, this is going to be awkward…
I looked away from her as she got closer. When she reached the bench she sat down next to me and held the umbrella over both of us. Yup, so awkward…
"Hello child. What you doin' 'ere?" the woman looked at me and spoke in a thick Haitian accent.
I shrugged and fidgeted with my iPod as a distraction.
"It's quite aright'. I come 'ere and sit at the bench for a while too. Don't be 'shamed. I come to visit me late husband. I been comin' every Sunday for three years since he pass, even in de winter."
"To be honest, I don't come here to visit anyone. I just find it peaceful. I'm sorry about your husband though, that's really sweet." I met her eyes and shrugged again. Hopefully what I just confessed didn't creep this lady out and give her a heart attack or something. Although…, if she was to have one, she's certainly in the right place for it. Wow, that was so uncalled for Santana.
"Sometimes I have me breakfast or lunch 'ere when I visit him…" she reached her right wrinkled old hand down and placed it on my hand that was resting on the bench between us. Alright, now this is really awkward.
"You remind me of me' daughter Tatiana. Her father was Puerto Rican."
"Thanks… I'm Santana." I smiled and shook her hand.
Why did I just tell her my name?
"Nice to meet you Santana, me name Joelle, I must be goin' now. I come 'ere same time every Sunday, maybe I see you again? I hope one day you find yourself someone worth visitin' 'ere every week like me Jose." She smiled at me and squeezed my hand before getting up and slowly walking off into the distance, vanishing behind the heavy fog as she exited the black rod-iron arch that encased the cemetery entryway.
…Well, that was fucking strange
I got up and decided to make my way back to the apartment. The rain had begun picking up and I was starting to get a little cold. I was just a few blocks away from the apartment when I felt my phone vibrating from inside my sweatpants pocket. It was Rachel. I bit my lip as I answered the phone.
"Hey Rach…"
"Where on earth are you? You're not in the apartment, and you shouldn't be wandering around after you hit your head. I'm almost certain that you could cause potential further injury to yourself. And why on earth did you let me sleep in? You know I have to go to an audition in Manhattan today."
"I'm sure you'll have more than enough time to put on a new face for your audition. I'm out jogging; I needed to get some fresh air. I'm heading back now though."
"Jogging? But… but it's raining outside. Santana Lopez! You could catch a cold! What possessed you, what were you thinking?!"
"Yeah, yeah... I get it Mrs. Berry. I'll be back in a few minutes so you can punish me then if you want to. Just don't take it out of my allowance." I responded sarcastically.
"Well hurry up! I told you we needed to discuss something last night... This is serious!" She sounded upset and hung up on me before I could even respond. I finished jogging the rest of the way and ran up the stairs, dripping with each step.
I slid the apartment door open. Rachel was sitting cross legged on the center of the couch, waiting for me.
"Do you mind if I go wash up before we have our little discussion, mom?" I asked her as I made my way to the bathroom and threw my jacket onto the floor. I was completely soaked and I needed to get out of these clothes or I really was going to get sick.
"Certainly, take your time." Rachel quietly responded as she picked up the remote and turned on the television. Is this the same girl that was just yelling at me on the phone? She seemed like she was in a daze. Her body was present, but her mind seemed to be heavily clouded similarly to the way the current atmosphere obscured the view of the city.
I decided to take another shower before changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I put my hair up in a tight ponytail before exiting the room and joining the brunette who was still waiting patiently for me on the couch. I sat cross legged facing her side and she turned to mimic my position so that we were now facing each other. I rested my hands at my knees before speaking. I hope this doesn't take too long. I gots me some napping to do and pillows to go cuddle.
"Alright, let's get this over with already so you can go flash your tits for some lame off-Broadway role." I deadpanned and rolled my eyes at the brunette. I didn't feel like being preached to.
"Santana, please… Please don't joke right now. This is really serious. This isn't about you. Well, it is, but it's also about…" She looked down in acute grief and reached for my hands before she exhaled. "It's about… Quinn." She shifted her glance and her eyes met mine.
Oh fuck.
What did she find out? Did she find out about the phone call last night? Maybe Quinn called her and told her everything that happened between us. Rachel is going to hate me if she knows Quinn and I slept together. I know we're close and all, but she's always going to side with Quinn. I am so beyond fucked right now…
"Wha-what are you getting at…?" I asked nervously and began shifting my eyes.
I saw a stray tear leave Rachel's left eye as she drew back one of her hands to wipe it away. Oh… god. Please, no more drama.
"It's hard to explain. I just… It all seems real if I have to explain it. I'm sorry I cried myself to sleep in your bed last night. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. This is all proving to be too much for me... I couldn't talk to you last night. I wanted to, don't get me wrong San. But, Quinn asked me not to, she didn't want to upset you. So I respected her wishes. I also knew you didn't feel well and I didn't believe it to be appropriate timing."
"What are you talking about? How could what you have to say… possibly upset me? And why would Quinn ask you not to talk to me? I, I don't understand." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Are you okay? I mean, I know you, and I know you well enough to know that this news is not going to be well-received. Just promise to not kill the messenger if I tell you, okay?"
"If you tell me? Oh hell no. You're telling me Rachel. You're not freaking me out like this and then backing out last minute. That's complete bullshit..." I shook my head at her and furrowed my brows.
"Fine,… but, I want to make sure you can handle this right now. Promise you won't flip out on me... promise me you're not going to go all Auntie Snix on me when I tell you. I don't want you to cause harm to yourself."
"Rachel! Just tell me, please! I'm not going to hurt myself, but… if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, I can't promise I won't hurt you. Now out with it already!" I was getting impatient with her. That certainly wasn't out of the ordinary.
"It's just that… you hit your head and I don't want to-"
"-Oh shut up with this injury thing already. I'm fine! I'm an adult and I can handle whatever you have to say to me. Please don't fucking patronize me, I hate when you do this..." She nodded and looked down at our hands again.
"You're right. I'm sorry…" she shook her head and held back the tears she was fighting but her face still contorted in a painful manner. She let out a sigh.
"I'm sure you're aware that last night was rather stressful for all of us…" She looked at me with watery eyes as she spoke. "…I'm also sure you're very aware of your phone call with Quinn before you hit your head. But-" She paused.
"-What you're not aware of, is that Quinn called me last night while Jess was watching you in the bedroom. She told me that something happened, and to say the very least, it wasn't exactly pleasant news…" I swallowed the lump that developed in my throat. What did Quinn say to her? Why is it so hard for Rachel to just tell me?
"Rachel…" I whispered and shook my head at her, afraid for her to continue.
"Something really, really bad happened to her last night…" she let out a struggled laugh and smirked at me before returning to complete seriousness. "Honestly, she sounded alright, she was actually more concerned about you." Rachel looked perplexed at her own statement.
"What… What happened to h-her…?" I grabbed her wrists and squeezed. Her facial expressions weren't doing anything aside from setting my nerves on edge.
"Well…" She winced under my scrutiny. "She went to a party with her boyfriend last night and had a lot to drink. Like… way, way too much. She's such a lightweight. She shouldn't have…"
"Rachel, please… Focus!" I shook her hands in my grip.
"That's when she called you I guess, and then she asked her boyfriend to drive her home."
"And…" I raised an eyebrow. I was waiting for her to continue. I was certainly aware that Quinn was drinking. Hell if I know the details though. I just thought she was fucking with me… That's the way it sounded. Although, I do remember her sounding really upset and crying before I hung up on her. Fuck! Maybe I shouldn't have hung up on her. Whatever happened to her is probably my fault. Wait… She was in a car? Oh god…
"Oh my god! Did she get in another car accident? Please… please say no…" I was starting to get really upset. Is Quinn okay? Do I need to get on a train right now and visit her in the hospital?
"No, she didn't. Her boyfriend got her home safely and took her to her room." Alright, so she's not all shriveled up in some hospital bed on life support. That's a relief. So what the hell happened then?
"She was very intoxicated San…" Rachel mumbled her words.
"Yes Nancy Jew, we've established this already." I nodded for her to continue. Please just tell me Rachel…
"He… Her Boyfriend… He tried to… He didn't…. but he hurt her. I don't even know if she's called the police yet; it happened really late last night. She should go to the hospital. We need to convince her to go to the hospital and alert the authorities. She said that she's alright, but I know she's not, I know her…" Rachel was shaking her head as she spoke.
What. The. Fuck.
I swear. If he even as much as touched my girl…
"Wh-What did he do to her?!" I jumped up from the couch and clenched my fists as I stared Rachel down.
"Santana, please… calm down…" She motioned for me to sit back down.
"Like hell I'm going to calm down…. él va a pagar por lo que hizo! You're going to tell me what happened Rachel, you're going to tell me what that cabrón did to Quinn, and you're going to tell me, right now!" I slammed my fist into the table and started pacing in front of her trying to contain the rage, spewing out a mix between broken English and Spanish that I'm certain the Brunette couldn't understand.
"He tried to… rape her. But… but he didn't. She fought him off and her roommate stopped him. He just hurt her a little, that's all. She's got a few bruises and wounds, but she's going to be alright. Now would you please just sit down and let's talk about this rationally…"
...He, what.
Hello, Snix?
I need, I need to cause damage, some kind of damage to something, right now. I turned around and cleared all the dishes off of the coffee table onto the floor. I growled as I continued pacing in between the table and the couch. Count to 10. 10, 9, 8, 7... Rachel trembled on the couch and nervously tried to reach out for my arm, but I refused her.
"Santana… She's going to be okay…" Rachel stood up and carefully inched her way closer to me with her arms stretched out. Did this girl have a death wish or something? I don't want anyone touching me right now. She tried to put her arms around my back and restrain mine in the process, but I pushed her off.
"No! Don't fucking touch me! Don't-"
"-Santana, I know you care about her, I do too… But you have to understand that she is going to be okay. I promise you this. If you don't believe me, you can go call her yourself." She made a second attempt at pulling me into an embrace and I didn't fight it this time. I just broke down into her arms and gripped onto her shoulders for dear life as I rested my head on her shoulder.
"You… you don't understand... y-you c-can't understand." I struggled with my words.
"I understand plenty Santana. I understand a lot more than you think I do."
"I should have been there. This shouldn't have happened to her… It's not fair." Rachel walked with me to my bedroom and I curled up at the end of my bed. Rachel pulled the covers over me and sat next to me as I cried into my palms. Rachel told me about what I had said when I was unconscious last night, and that she knows Quinn means a lot to me. She also said that we both needed to stay strong for her. If only she actually knew how much Quinn really meant to me.
I don't think I completely understood, not until now.
I woke up cold and alone at the foot of my bed. Strands of my hair were stuck to my face and to the sheets from where I had been crying. I searched for a comforting face, but Rachel was gone. She must have left for her audition this afternoon; which meant she wouldn't be back for several hours. I got up from my bed to pull the curtain completely closed before sitting down on the edge of the bed next to the night stand. I reached for my hairbrush and pulled my hair out of the hair-tie and attempted to fix it.
What the hell am I doing?
Santana doesn't sulk. I can't possibly be rational about this. I'm the one who always steps onto the battlefield and fights for those around me; especially the ones I love. I come from the wrong side of the tracks, I can do this. I know what I need to do, because it's who I am. I remember where I come from… I was bred for this. I'm a lover, not a fighter; but I'll fight for what I love, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I know it's not the right thing to do, and she might be angry with me, but it's the only thing I can do. It doesn't matter if it's wrong… I'm Santana fucking Lopez, and I have to do this. I don't have a choice in the matter. New Haven is only an hour and a half by train. This is going to happen, and it's going to happen today. It's not like I have anywhere else to be anyways.
Not that there's another place I'd rather be...
I reached for my phone and dialed her number. The phone rang three times before someone picked up.
"S-Santana…?" She sounded a mix between surprised and groggy. Oops, I must have woken her up… I need to do this though.
"Yeah, Quinn. It's me."
"D-did Rachel speak to you yet?" She replied, still sounding half asleep.
"She did, and she told me everything…"
"Oh..."
"Listen, I need to make this quick and then you can get back to sleeping, okay?"
"O-okay… You d-don't want to talk about anything that happened last night?" She sounds so fucking adorable... No, no Santana you're on a mission here. Focus.
"I gots me something I needs to do Quinnie. We can talk about it later… Did you call the police yet?"
"Huh? Oh. No, I-I haven't. I was going to head down to the station with my roommate in a little while and tell them everything. Although, I spoke with one of my classmates this morning and they told me that the police won't even do anything because apparently he knows some people there, but I can still try, right? Do you think I should try San?"
"No…"
"What? Really… cause I spoke to Rachel about an hour ago and she told me I needed to, and said that you agreed with her. It would be the right thing to do, and I don't want him hurting anyone else. I can't let that happen... I'd feel responsible."
"No. Don't go to the police Quinn. Just…" I let out a sigh "…do you trust me? I need to know if you trust me."
"Yes, of course… with my life." She spoke as if it were a simply logical and factual statement; as though I should already be aware of it.
Did she really just say that?
Focus.
"Good. Then if you trust me, I need you to promise me that you're not going to go to the police about this. That's- that will just complicate everything."
"Um, Okay? If you really don't think I should, then I won't. But I don't understand."
"Trust me. Now I need you to tell me something and I'm only going to ask this once, so I need you to tell me. This is very, very important."
"I trust you… What do you need to kn-"
"-I need to know his full name, and if he's a student at your school. Can you tell me that?"
"Wait…, what is this about? Why do you need to know …Oh my god! Please don't do anything stupid! I don't want you getting into trouble San. I can just go to the police…"
"Quinn, you said yourself that they aren't likely to do anything. Listen, just trust me... You said you could trust me with your life. So I need you to just trust me with this, okay? No questions. Just complete trust. I'm not going to do anything stupid, I promise. I know what I'm doing."
"O-okay… Just don't make me regret this... His name is Robert Lanson, and yes, he goes to Yale."
"You wouldn't happen to know his address or anything, would you babe? It would save me a lot of trouble-"
"Santana! Oh my god... You are planning something! Be careful, don't… you shouldn't do-"She sounded alert and awake now.
"Fine then, plan B it is. Thanks Q. Just stay home today and rest up, alright? Don't go to the police or anything, if you do that, you'll only fuck everything up. Remember… you can trust me."
"Santana?! You can't possibly be serious about this!" She sounded upset and deeply concerned about my intentions. I waited until she calmed down before I replied.
"Quinn, I'm going to hang up now. But before I do, just one more thing…"
"I'm not giving you his address! Don't be stupid Santana! I care about you and I don't want anything to happen to you," There it was again. Too bad this was happening whether she liked it or not. I needed to finish up this conversation so that I could get my plan under way.
"Just," I hesitated.
"…I love you, Quinn." I hung up.
I'm not exactly sure how she's going to take that statement; hopefully I didn't freak her out. She is my friend, and I just happen to care about her more than myself right now. I felt like I needed to say that. There's no reason for me to read too much into it, it was just a natural impulse. It's three simple words. We used to say that to each other all the time in high school so it's not really a big deal or anything. I just felt like she needed to hear those three words from my lips right now. I can't let her forget how important she is to me, how important she has become to me.
Shit, should I have said that?
Wait... do I love her... like... 'in love' love her?
I tossed my duffel bag onto the bed and packed a change of clothes. I wasn't staying the night, but I wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible in case something went wrong; although, that was just for my getaway. I wanted to humiliate that piece of shit, and I wanted him to remember who he was messing with. I changed into my Louisville Cardinals cheer uniform that I kind of… didn't return when I left the school. I put my khaki trench coat on over the uniform to cover it up until I arrived, and because it was still raining outside.
I looked around the room before grabbing my keys and packing a few extra things. I had already played detective and managed to find out where the bastard lived after spending a half an hour on my computer searching for him. I looked down at my bed and nodded in self-approval. I can do this.
Looks like everything is ready… There's only one problem. I don't actually trust myself to go through with this. I shouldn't be doing this alone. It's not that I don't think I'm capable of doing this alone. That's not an issue. The issue is that I'm afraid if I go alone I might take it too far, and I might not be able to stop. I can't risk doing that. I can't risk doing anything that might mean me losing Quinn. I also might try and see Quinn. Being that close in proximity to her, I might not be able to control myself, and I can't do that; despite how much I really, really want to. Even though I may want to delicately and affectionately kiss each and every single one of her bruises to dull her pain and the ache in my own chest, and maybe even her lips if she'd let me, ensuring her safety is more important to me. I need to be fast; I need to get there, get it done, and then get back to New York as quickly as possible. Quinn can't know about this. She can't know that I'm making a personal appearance to take care of this myself.
I need someone to go with me, someone who I can trust. I wanted to call Puck. I know he still has some kind of weird crush on her and would be more than willing to do this. He was my first choice, and I know that he'd do it for me, and for Quinn. But he's too far away and the trip would be way too expensive for him. That only left one person, and he wasn't exactly who I had in mind. He wasn't exactly the type to just jump on a train and go to another state to help do someone else's dirty work. But he owed me. He owed me big time. I saved Rachel from Brody and personally handed him the man-whore to handle however he saw fit. He owed me, and he knew it. He also just so happened to still be in New York, a little secret even his own brother didn't know about. He had to beg me to keep quiet about that one, yet another reason he owed me. I'm also positive that after I tell him the circumstances, he won't have any problems doing this.
I hung up after we finished making the arrangements. Just as I thought, he's game. I had to meet him at the train station in about an hour. Way to go Finnocence! I have to say, he's starting to grow on me… even after all of our bad blood. If Frankenteen keeps this up, I might even consider using my influence with Rachel in his favor.
I swung the duffel bag over my shoulder after making my bed and stepped out into the living room as I pulled my curtain shut.
Fuck…
Kurt was sitting on the couch and had his arms crossed across his chest as he looked at me knowingly.
"Hi Kurt…"
"Hello Santana…"
"I, um… I'm gonna be gone for a little while. I might not be back until really late tonight, if not tomorrow. Tell Rachel I'm out with Jess if she asks, okay? Tell her not to worry."
He nodded at me and continued his glare. He looked… He looks like he…. Shit. I didn't know he was out here when I made that phone call. He must have overheard. What parts did he hear exactly? Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck… I'm just going to assume he knows everything. He keeps shifting his eyes back and forth between me and the duffel bag.
"So, did you by any chance happen to overhear me on the phone just now…?" I pointed towards my room and swallowed my fears. I hope he doesn't ruin this. If he tells Rachel any of this, my plan is completely scrapped. He has the capability of ruining everything right now if he wants to.
He nodded again.
Wait…. What? He knows, and he's not trying to stop me? What the fuck? This is Kurt. He should be scolding me right now and ratting me out to Rachel.
"Why aren't you trying to stop me…?"
"Santana… I don't know what you're talking about…" He looked at me like he knew. "…Let's just pretend I didn't hear anything. Now leave before I change my mind. You have something you need to go take care of."
He got up from the couch before walking over to give me a hug. He then walked over to the door and slid it open, beckoning for me to leave.
I didn't understand… I mean, I guess it kind of made sense. I had fought for him and Blaine back in high school and he had been subjected to abusive bullying. Maybe a part of him wanted me to go through with this. He didn't want to discuss it because if he did, he knew he would be obligated to try and stop me. He also knew that Rachel would never forgive us for going behind her back. This must have really bothered him.
Thanks Kurt.
You've got balls after all.
I took the subway to Manhattan and met Finn at Penn station. It was only a few minutes after we arrived that the train pulled into the station.
"Now, are you sure you want to go through with this? I'm in or out either way. It's up to you…" Finn reached his hand up and gently placed it on my shoulder. He wanted to make sure I was ready for this before we boarded the train; he was asking if I wanted to abort my mission…
"I'm sure. Let's do this."
With one hand, I slipped on my aviator sunglasses, and stepped inside the train.