Still a bit short I know x) The plot is kind of complicated so I'm giving you guys it piece by piece. Hope you're as excited as I am - there's a lot of twists to this fanfic so ... expect the most ^_^ Hope you like it (:

Whisper I love you

12 hours earlier …

The library had fallen completely silent … Santana got up and wasn't sure what to do anymore. She starred into Brittany's eyes – those beautiful, beautiful eyes … completely unaware of the reality around her; so free and honest. Brittany meant the whole world to Santana, who now didn't know what to do anymore because as much as she hurt, she knew Brittany just … didn't realize. "… Santana … did you just … did you just say that you …" Santana took a heavy sight, trying to hold in the tiers - "Brittany I'm fine. It's nothing. Just … I have to go. I promised my mom I would help her with dinner today …"

12 hours later …

Sue threw the hospital doors open and paced herself up to the counter where she found herself standing before the intern talking on the phone. "I'm here to attend to Santana Lopez – I was her …" she grasped for air - "I was down as her emergency contact" The young blonde sitting behind the counter held up a finger for Sue to wait, giggling into the phone. Sue might have been, contextually, somewhat emotionally confused – but she had standards.

She bend forward over the counter and grabbed the phone from the girls hand and hung up. "Listen Britney Spears, I do understand the coolness you must be radiating standing behind a counter talking to under-aged doctors who've seen way too many sitcoms during their childhoods and who may, or may not be relevantly qualified – much like you. In the meantime, I'm in something of a hurry and I was wondering if you could possibly find out how I can get to Santana Lopez - could you do that for me Barbie?"

2 hours earlier ...

Kurt walked as fast as he possibly could. He felt dirty; he felt un-pure and violated. He knew this would be a passing feeling but he couldn't help but carry this heavy wait at the bottom of his gut that reminded him, for every step he took, of the humiliation. He looked around and couldn't recognize the buildings – the sky was falling darker by the minute and you could already hear the street lamps slowly turning on, buzzing the electric course through the entire street. As he tightly pressed his bag over his shoulder, nervous of getting lost, he could hear the screams of Dave Karofsky calling his name behind him –

"Kurt! KURT! STOP! I'll … I'll drive you home … you'll get lost!"

Kurt came to a complete halt and turned around. On a mixture of adrenaline and genuine hurt he felt his stomach turning and he began pacing towards Dave who'd come to a halt a bit further behind him. He walked with a thousand emotions struck across his face, but he walked decisively non-the-less. All the way up to Dave. They starred into each others eyes for a moment. Silence filling the space between them. Just a long lasting moment of complete and utter silence during which they seemed to say so much, yet so little. A moment of full disclosure and complete honesty. And then Kurt slapped him. He slapped him with all he had.

"You have tormented me, you have physically and emotionally attacked me. You have made my high school years a living hell; you've thrown eggs at my house and tagged my locker. You've spit at my food in the cafeteria and you've scratched the surface of my car. You've embarrassed me in front of the entire student body and made me the laughing stock of the entire school. But never, NEVER … have you ever made me feel so humiliated. Never, in my life, have I ever felt so … dishonored …"

24 hours earlier …

"And … here is your double cappuccino …" The guy hand the cup over the counter to Kurt who grabbed it with a smile and a swift thank you. Getting coffee at the shop around the corner from school was a must if Kurt was stay awake through algebra … He threw his wallet into his bag after paying and then turned around only to bump right into someone, making his cup spill and his bag fall open on the ground. "Oh shit – I'm so so sorry" – he fell to the floor, picking up his phone and IPod and shoving them down his bag. He got up again, mentally preparing his speech of apology for spilling his coffee.

He looked up, about to speak but fell short of breath. "Hey Kurt …" Dave looked at him with a smile. "… bad day?" Dave giggled and tried washing some of the coffee off his jumper … "It's fine, don't worry about it …" Kurt smiled. Dave looked at him, waiting for Kurt to speak.