Chapter One

Oh Those Hurt Feelings

Kurt's POV

Your phone buzzes in your hand. You quickly open your home scene and see a text. From Quinn. You sigh in disappointment. You ponder if you should ignore it; and just rush out in the New York streets, and search for Rachel. She's been gone for three hours all ready. You blink your eyes as you take in the time. Wait a minute …. it's been three hours since Rachel rushed from the loft; and you are just now thinking of following her? What the hell is up with you; man? She's pregnant, and scared out of her mind. She went rushing into the New York streets at midnight! This isn't Ohio for crying out loud. This is New freaking York.

Your finger hits the scene and Quinn's text opens; Rachel is with me. Don't come to New Haven. I'll bring her back to New York when she's ready. You breathe in relief. She was safe. She was with Quinn. She was safe. You place your phone back in your pajama bottoms.

"That's it three hours is freaking enough. I'm going to march out there; and drag our little Diva back home." Santana's voice stormed from the living space.

"She's with Quinn." You call out.

"New Haven here I come." Santana sighed deeply.

"You aren't needed." You sigh. Standing to your feet. You make your way past your sheet door. "She's safe with Quinn. Allow Quinn to be the one to get her back on her even keel." You wrap your arms across your long sleeved shirt. "We weren't making her feel safe." You raise your right eye brow; then sink back to normal as you feel a frown on your lips.

"What the fuck does Tubbers know on how to take care of Rachel?!" Santana right arm threw out. "Where has she been all these weeks? Up in New Haven humping that professor of hers. Or is it professors now?"

You sigh. "Leave it alone, Santana. Just leave it alone. Now isn't the time for you to go all crazy ass on us."

Santana snaps her fingers. "There's only one crazy ass in this group; and it sure as hell isn't me. It's Quinn! You know Quinn Fabray the freaking physio! What in just one year she went all shank on us; then she went all crazy on stealing her own baby back. Then when that didn't work out she wanted an second baby. All before graduating from high school! Now since going to the high priced and prestigious University she's just got even crazier. What do you call a girl whom sleeps with her professor?! A slut! A huge fucking slut. Oh; and she's not just any slut …." Fire blazed in her eyes; "She's a hidden lesbian slut. I mean she got on this when she got a chance!"

Your eyes widen.

Santana realized what she had just shouted. "Oh shit!" She breathed out.

Santana's POV

You really need to get a hold of your anger before you start spewing out things. You know that you are going to pay dearly for this …. after all you just told Quinn's biggest secret to the gossip hound at McKinley High School. Shit; Kurt Hummel was better at the gossip then JewFo ever was. You know what? Screw it! Screw protecting Quinn freaking Fabray any longer. You guys are out of high school. You are out of Lima, Ohio. So Quinn's a total lesbian so freaking what! She's no longer living in her mother's house. She no longer has to deal with her father. She's a fucking ass adult for crying out loud. Let her take care of her own shit from now on.

"You and Quinn?" Kurt chocked out. "Never thought that would happen." He murmured to himself.

"Porcelain why wouldn't it happen?" You couldn't help snapping your fingers up and down at your sides. "I mean look at this hot bod. Whom wouldn't want to get all up in it."

"Promise me that you won't tell Rachel." Kurt stared into your eyes. "Let Quinn in her own time tell her."

You stare incredibility at him. "I'm not in the field of protecting Lucy Quinn Fabray. Never have!" You snare.

"But you are in the field of protecting Rachel Barbara Berry." He calmly pointed out.

"I don't protect anyone!" You storm out. "Expect Brittany." You lower your voice to a normal level. Even though she doesn't want you to anymore. She has Sam now after all. She sent you to New York with her still stuck in Lima.

"If you even hint to Rachel about you and Quinn hooking up; then Santana you are out of the loft." He said in a calm voice. "Matter of fact, Santana, if you attack Quinn in front of Rachel you are out."

You blink. You aren't surprised at this. "I'm here full time; Quinn is 88 miles away. Not like Princess is going to take a two hour train to and from New Haven every single day." You shrug. "Once Rachel returns doubt we'll hear much from Quinnie."

Kurt sighed deeply.

Kurt's POV

"You are a very important part of Rachel's life; Santana." You say gently. "Once you stopped trying so hard to keep her at a distance …. she feels safe with you in her life." Tilting your head to the right. "She can lean on more than one person at a time."

She crossed her hands across her chest "Never said she couldn't." Her chin jetted out.

"Then why are you all jealous that she wants Quinn to lean on right now?" You move into the kitchen. You need to warm up some milk. Perhaps that will help you get some sleep. You have a long day of classes in just a few hours. You weren't looking forward to dance class with Cassandra July. That woman was ruthless. Especially towards Rachel. There is something in Cassandra that absolutely hates Rachel. At first you thought Ms. July was just like Mr. Schue when Rachel first told you about her; but ever since you met her – the day you helped Rachel stretch; you just knew that there was no way on earth that Ms. July wanted the best for Rachel; as Mr. Schue always did. Not once has Rachel fought Ms. July as she did Mr. Schue. Rachel has always been meek around Ms. July but that wasn't good enough for Cassandra July. It was like Cassandra July wanted to be the person to break Rachel into zillion of pieces; and not allow Rachel a chance to rebuild herself. You just were not going to allow this too happen. That's why you fought even harder to get into NAYDA in the winter session.

At least now that you are at NAYDA you can protect Rachel.

You feel Santana at your side. "I wasn't there for Quinn when she was going through with her own pregnancy." She said in a low calm voice. "I aim to be there for Rachel."

"Did you offer to be by Quinn's side?" You placed the mostly filled kettle onto the stove; turning the knob as you did so.

"I was dating Puck at the time that she slept with him. I was angry that he cheated on me; and I was of course angry at her for going after my man." Santana frowned as she palmed the counter top.

"You were with Brittany; and how many guys on the side yourself?" You pointed out in a calm voice. Your head turned to face her angry one. "You can't deny the truth."

"Saint Quinn shouldn't have cheated on her boyfriend with my boyfriend." Santana stonily stated. "She was being such a huge fucking hypocritical. Lofting her precious virginity in all our faces. Founding the celibate club." She barked in laughter. "I still want to know what the hell that was all about. I mean she rejoined it when Ms. Pillsbury took it over. While she was in it – she cheats on Sam with Finn. What a damn hypocritical she is!"

"Why are you friends with her?" You hear yourself ask. Just as the tea kettle whistled. You pour some milk into the to mugs at your side.

"We aren't friends." Santana grabbed her mug; and marched to the couch. "We just tolerate one another."

You sigh. "Quinn is going to be a permanent person in this loft, Santana. Do you think you can hold back on your anger, and deep jealously?" You lean against the counter; as you sip from your mug. "I mean it Santana. If you even think of attacking Quinn in any way; then you are out of the loft. I'm not going to have Rachel worrying about you right now. It's not good for her; and especially not good for the baby." You eye the back of Santana's head.

"So Quinnie wins the final game." The hurt in Santana's voice rings through the loft.

You want to reassure her that she's not losing anything; but you know Santana well by now. That mere words won't soften the hardness that is surrounding her spirit. "I'm sorry that I'm coming down so hard on this issue; Santana. But; Rachel has so much stress going on right now at NAYDA. I can't control Cassandra July. I can't control the other students or teachers whom want to make Rachel's life a living hell. Which they will do once they learn that Rachel is pregnant; and intends to carry the baby full term. The only stress of Rachel's that I can control is you."

Santana's POV

"I hate being controlled." You growl as you turns to face Kurt whom was leaning against the kitchen counter. He just lifted his right eye brow. "I'm not going to allow that bitch Quinn to kick me out of my home." You lift the mug to your lips; and you take a long and deep swallow of the cooler milk. "But; I can play nice."

"That's all I ask." He replied; as he placed his mug into the sink. You watch as he walks to his bedroom. He stops; and turns around. "Oh and please don't inform Cassandra about the pregnancy next time you run into her. Allow Rachel to be the one to inform NAYDA of her newest status."

"Fine." You sigh.

He nods; and pulls the sheet to cover his private space.

You can't believe that you can't tear Quinn a new one. But; Kurt never said that you couldn't tear Cassandra July a new one. That bitch won't know what hit her once you are through with her.

END CHAPTER ONE