After the game, Kurt went looking for Santana. He needed to talk to someone about what had just happened between he and Blaine, and Santana was the closest thing to a friend he had.

"Lopez!" He shouted, spotting her standing with a group of Cheerios on the side of the field.

"What do you want, Hummel?" she shouted back.

"Just get your ass over here. I need to talk to you."

Santana walked over to Kurt, and he dragged her away, so they were in a secluded area.

"Look, can you keep a secret?" Kurt asked.

"You know I can't."

Kurt sighed. "You're right. But I just...I need to talk to someone about this, and I trust you more than I trust Brit. Not that she'd mean to tell anyone. She just...says things. So, look, can I please just talk to you about this? It's important."

Santana sat down on the grass, and indicated that Kurt should do the same.

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to stain his uniform, but in the end, he was too frustrated to care.

"Shoot." Santana said.

"So, you know the new kid? The one in Glee with you?"

"Anderson?" she asked.

Kurt nodded.

"Yeah. What about him?"

"So you know how I've been complaining about him staring at me since, like, the beginning of the school year?"

Santana nodded.

"Well, I wanted to get him off my back, right? I saw him staring at me during the half-time show, and it just...it was the last straw. So, I was heading into the school, and I passed him under the bleachers..."

"Okay...Keep going." Santana urged.

"I may have given him a blowjob."

"You WHAT?" Santana screamed, aghast.

Kurt clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut UP, Lopez. I don't need anyone overhearing us."

"Sorry, sorry." Santana said, batting his hand away. "I guess I just don't understand. You hate his guts, right? So why'd you blow him?"

"I thought it would get him to leave me alone." Kurt explained.

"And?"

"And nothing."

"Look, Hummel, I'm not buying your crap. Sure, we're both tough bitches, but you're my friend, and I can see there's something going on here. Talk."

"Well, maybe he has a really huge dick and looks beautiful when he....No, never mind."

"Gross. Okay. Didn't need to know that, okay? Let's just stick with your original story. I don't need to hear about how much you love sucking cock, Hummel. Everyone already knows that."

And with that, Santana stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked away.

Well, fuck. That went even worse than Kurt had imagined.

He still had no idea what to do about what he was feeling for Blaine, and Santana was probably going to tell everyone what he had said.

He was screwed.

Blaine spent the entire weekend in a miserable stupor. He didn't eat, he hardly slept, he couldn't even focus on his homework. Homework was usually the one thing that could pull Blaine out of a funk. That, and singing. But every time he tried to sing, he felt sick to his stomach. Everything made him feel sick to his stomach.

He needed to talk to someone about what had happened with Kurt.

But who?

The idea came to him on Monday in Glee Club.

He saw Santana talking to Brittany, and decided she'd be his best bet. He knew she and Kurt were pretty close, and maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to help him.

When Glee Club ended, he walked over to her.

"Erm...Santana?"

"What do you want, hobbit?"

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Blaine asked, quietly.

"Ugh. Fine. Why not?"

"Could we go some place more private? Like my car?"

"You're gay, right? You're not going to try and get with this, are you? Because you're not my type."

"Shut up and come with me. This is important."

"Why is everyone coming to me with their problems all of a sudden?" Santana asked, following Blaine out to his car. "Do I have 'Advice Guru' written on my head or some shit?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, and unlocked his car. Maybe this had been a bad idea.

They both climbed in, and Blaine began talking.

"Um, so, I need your advice about something." Blaine stated.

"Is this about Kurt sucking your huge dick at the game on Friday?" Santana asked bluntly.

"How did you...?"

"Know that you're totally packin'?"

Blaine shook his head no.

"I mean, that too, but..."

"How did I know that it happened?"

Blaine nodded.

"Simple answer to both questions. Kurt told me."

Well that was....odd. Why would Kurt tell her? Especially the part about...never mind.

"So, what all do you know?"

"You've been bugging my boy Hummel, he hates your guts, wanted you to leave him alone, blew you, and happens to appreciate your dick. But look, Anderson. You don't have a chance with him, so you'd better just forget about it. For everyone's sake. Hummel's my friend, but he's also a bitch. You don't want to get any more on his bad side than you already are. He can destroy you. So, the best thing to do is to keep it in your pants, or find someone else who wants to get it on with you. Because that thing with Hummel was a one time deal, and you're not getting anything from him again."

Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. He was pretty sure he was going to throw up.

"Blaine." Santana said, and it was the first time she'd called him by his first name since they'd met. "You're a good guy, and I genuinely like you. Well, as much as I'm capable of liking anyone. Which is probably bordering on hate for most people, but hey, what can I say? Anyways, don't let Hummel get you down, alright? He blew you, and then threw you away. It's what he does. I don't think he's ever been with the same guy twice. It's not anything personal, it's just how he is. Don't dwell on it, and you'll be fine, okay?"

Blaine just nodded.

"Ugh. That was probably the mushiest thing I've said in my near eighteen years of living. Excuse me while I go barf." Santana said, opening the door to Blaine's car, and walking away.

Blaine hit his head on the steering wheel.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.