Santana's POV

"Santana!", an annoying voice screams.

Oh god.

I quicken my pace as I walk down the hallway of McKinley High. Rachel Schnozzle Berry is on my track, swirling people while I force myself to look straight forward. Eventually I give up and wait for her - I am interested in what that dwarf wants from me.

"Santana! I've been calling you, didn't you hear me?", she asks, taking a deep breath. "I did hear you but frankly, I didn't want to be seen with you" "Oh", Rachel makes. "Actually, I still don't want to, so what do you want, Dwarf McSchnozzle?"

She crosses her arms defensively "It's about Kurt. He's not been doing well since last week when Blaine ditched him." "Which means?" "Santana, seriously?" Rachel looks at me unbelievingly.

"Look at him! He's a mess!" As if it was scripted, Kurt passes.

Wow. His once oh so gay face looks paler than ever, he looks sick with that fat bags under his eyes. Either he cried a bunch of gay tears or he didn't get any sleep last night - or he cried all night. Strange enough, my heart pains when I look at him.

Not in the usual way but different - I pity him.

"Sectionals are in a week, Santana. I know you hate us but we have one thing in common - All of us want to win Sectionals. We cannot win with Kurt being in that state and you know that!" You're wrong. I don't hate you guys. I love you guys. I love Glee Club. You're my friends, my best friends - you're the only ones that would accept me even if I wasn't a cheerleader or ... But I don't say these things aloud. I never do. "As much as I hate it, I have to agree with you, Hobbit. What is porcelain on about anyway? I mean that Warbler dumped him - so what?" Rachel hesitates. "They're good friends, why wouldn't he be upset?" One moment. Oh my god! This is getting better by the second. "I'm a bitch not stupid. He's crushing on him, isn't he? That explains a lot. The nonstop blabbering - seriously, you're actually the Blabbermouth out of the two of you. Why doesn't Frankenteen talk to Kurt? They're brothers after all." I ask. "He tried to, but Kurt wouldn't listen", she says sadly. "Well, there's only one thing we can do" "I know, will you get the others? Thank you for doing this" Rachel adds quickly.

"I'm not doing this for you", I clear up. "Or for Kurt. I'm doing this for myself"

"A Girl-what?", Kurt spats. "Girlvention", I clear up. Kurt looks at me sheepishly.

"First, I'm not a girl. Second what would you want to talk with me?"

God. Ungrateful brat.

"You really aren't? Weird, because since that Blaine incident you've been acting like one", I counter. His cheeks flush and it looks like he is mad.

Job done.

Before he can answer Rachel interferes "What Santana is saying that we shouldn't be bothering with details. Kurt, we need to talk to you. Ever since what happened last week you've been miserable!", Rachel exclaims.

"We know what guys trouble is like", Mercedes adds. "We ordered you here so you could know that you can talk to us whenever you feel like things are going out of hand. We're right here" "So are we going to wait everyday here in the Choir Room for Kurt?", Brit asks. "I've been here since yesterday anyway"

I laugh.

That comment was typically Brit, she's just so sweet with everyone. She even manages to make Kurt smile, just for a second though.

"I appreciate that you all gathered here but I'm okay. Seriously"

"No, you are not", Quinn says simply. "Have you tried to contact him after what happened last week? Maybe he didn't mean to offend you but did not have time as I suggested", Rachel says smiling weakly. "What do you think? I've been texting him but he doesn't answer. He doesn't want me-as a friend or anything at all" Tears glimmer in his eyes. "Well, then you're obviously better off without him", I say shrugging.

"Santana!", Tina exclaims but Quinn makes a sign, which Kurt doesn't notice, meaning she should stop talking.

That's right, bitch.

"What did you say?"

"I told you, that I think you are better off without that jackass"

"You don't even know him!", Kurt shouts.

"So do you, as we have seen"

Silence.

The other girls are surprised that I finally said what they thought. "So, what do you suggest, being oh so high and mighty?"

"Kurt, seriously, I'm being nice here. You have two possibilities: You either give up and have a pity party, which is exactly what you're doing right now or you grow some balls and fight for your feelings"

"It's not that simple"

"It is that simple. You're just choosing to make it harder so you can torture yourself but you don't deserve that, Kurt, nobody does. "Quinn adds quietly. Her voice is rarely louder than a whisper but she knows how to talk.

"I just don't want to embarrass myself anymore than I have already done", he confesses quietly. "I am scared of what he will say when I confront him."

I swallow. I know this. I can relate to it so much.

Too much. I remember when I told Brittany I loved her. The pain I felt when she said she loved Artie. Would I go back in time and prevent me from telling her, now that I know the answer? "Regardless the answer", I finally say. "You shouldn't end anything wondering."