Santana did not know what to think of Kurt Hummel. Sure, he was a very pretty boy but he seemed almost meek and she didn't have time for such things. The only reason she was even giving this boy a chance was because of Brittany, her best girl was over the moon for this pretty little boy and Santana was determined to get to the bottom of why. What was so great about this little fairy of a boy? Sure, he was well dressed but that could just be his mother's skill and not his own. Most boys she knew were obnoxious and gross. Just because the kid was being quiet did not exempt him from that.
She had come over to Brittany's house though that wasn't unusual, she was here at least once a week if not more. She knew that Britt was taking piano lessons from Mrs. Hummel. She knew that Britt had dance class with Kurt and okay so maybe that was a little cool. She knew that Miss Suzanne's class wasn't the easiest so Kurt had to be good to be in there with Brittany. Santana liked watching Brittany dance. She herself wasn't in those particular dance classes, but she was in gymnastics and a couple of different dance classes that suited her personality better.
Kurt was watching her warily, of course he had good reason. Santana had a bit of a reputation, she frightened kids older and bigger than herself. She'd learned intimidation techniques from her older brother who was already in middle school. You just didn't mess with the Lopez children, hell you didn't mess with the Lopez family in general. Yet, Brittany seemed to think that Santana had hung the moon so there had to be something to the girl. They weren't in the same class, and wouldn't be until the classes merged at the end of the year so there was far too much that he didn't know and that hampered his ability to make a good decision here.
Brittany saw how wary Kurt and Santana were being of each other. She knew what the other kids said about Tana, but they had never tried to get to know her friend. Santana was fiercely protective of herself and of the people and things that she cared about and woe be to any who threatened such. She liked how fierce and how fiery Santana was. She liked how well spoken and how smart Kurt was and how neither of her friends judged her for her whimsy. Since Santana and Kurt were both awesome and both her friends she thought that they should also be friends.
Brittany then got the most brilliant idea, she moved over to her music player and put on the song that Mrs. Hummel had taught her on the piano that she had then been kind enough to record Brittany playing. It was a very bouncy song something about the Spider's dance or something, it was in Italian - the name and she didn't speak it. Tarantella maybe? Anyway it was lively and bouncy and she adored it and it was so much fun to play. Once it started, Brittany pulled Santana into dancing around the room with her and then she caught Kurt and made him join in the dance and soon the three of them were dancing together.
By the end of it, silly as it might have been they were all laughing and having fun. "Alright, I give. Anyone who can dance with Britt like this is okay," Santana admitted when they finally collapsed half in a pile on Brittany's floor.
Kurt took a moment to catch his breath. "So, this was an interesting start to a friendship," he commented.
"But it is a good start isn't it?" Brittany inquired.
Kurt and Santana both grinned at her. "It is," they agreed.
"Will you braid my hair now Kurty?" Brittany inquired.
"Go get your brush and your bow," Kurt agreed and moved a pillow to the floor and got the chair that sat at Brittany's vanity and moved it behind the pillow. Brittany was a little too tall for him to do this any other way. He had watched his mother braid her hair and even watched his mother braid Brittany's hair and he had figured out how to do it himself and now Brittany asked him to do so almost every time he came over.
Brittany came bouncing back with her brush in one hand and her favorite bright red hair bow in the other. She handed both to Kurt and then sat down on the pillow. This was already routine now. Kurt began to carefully brush through her hair and she had to admit he was more gentle than her mother was. As soon as he had brushed out all of the tangles he began working on the braid. Difficult as it was for his small hands, he still did very well.
It had taken Kurt about ten minutes to get the braid done and secured with the red bow. Santana had watched him the entire time. He was very careful, meticulous and gentle with his efforts. He also seemed to enjoy doing it. What was best of all in her mind however, was the happy smile settled on Brittany's lips. Anyone that could make Britt smile like that was definitely something else. Her own hair was back in a regular ponytail and it seemed kind of boring now that her best friend's hair was braided.
When Kurt finished, Brittany surged up from her seat and embraced him in a hug. "Thanks Kurty!" she exclaimed as she bounced over to her vanity to look in the mirror. She didn't know why Kurt was able to do so well, he shouldn't be able to but his braiding was much better than her mother's.
Once Brittany had vacated the pillow, Santana plopped herself down on it almost expectantly. She looked over her shoulder at Kurt who looked slightly startled. She couldn't help but grin at that. "Make with the braiding," She half commanded, though she kept her tone somewhat nice.
Kurt looked to Brittany first because he was going to have to use her brush and was given a nod and a happy smile as Britt bounded back over with her old maid cards to play with Santana while he worked on San's hair. Kurt resigned himself to it and gently pulled the ponytail holder out of Santana's hair and began to carefully brush through it.
The longer Kurt worked on brushing through her hair, the more Santana relaxed. He had a gentle hand but the pressure of the brush against her scalp was almost like a massage and it felt good. She barely even noticed when he started to braid her hair. She was amazed that a boy her own age could braid hair without tugging it and making it hurt. She was half asleep on the pillow, leaning against Kurt's tiny legs by the time he finished braiding her hair.
He looked just a bit uncomfortable but he didn't say anything - he really didn't want to upset the fiery girl who scared third graders. She did however notice that he'd stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, a brow arched. "Done?" she inquired, her tone almost lazy.
"Done," he affirmed and was relieved when she moved away from him. It was very odd being leaned against like that and it had made it awkward trying to braid her hair but it had all worked out. Little did Kurt know that he had just started down the path of befriending Santana Lopez.