Pairing(s): Rachel/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, Kurt/Sam
Summary: Sam, Quinn, and Brittany are triplets. They move to Lima from Tennessee before the start of their Junior year. Shortly after arriving they meet the three resident divas of McKinley. The rest, as they say, is history.
Notes: I'm really, really sorry this is so late guys! I feel awful, but writer's block just blind sided me and I had no idea where I wanted to go with this. I just started writing and this is what happened, probably one of the longest chapters I've written so far. Let me know what you think! Love you guys! Trigger warning!
Santana Lopez woke up in what could only be described as one hell of a mood. She'd slept terribly the night before, for reasons that she could not fathom and she had to be up at the fucking butt crack of dawn for Cheerios practice, so needless to say, her day was not getting off to a good start. Luckily, Brittany had an amazing gift for cheering her girlfriend up under any circumstances very easily, and both Santana and the other girls around them were incredibly thankful for that.
"Are you feeling okay, San?" Brittany asked softly when they left the field to freshen up before school started.
Santana smiled and leaned up to kiss Brittany chastely, "I feel fine, babe. I'm just tired, I promise." She replied quietly, kissing Brittany again as they left the locker room hand in hand.
Her mood improved considerably until they actually got into the halls and she caught sight of Karofsky strutting away from Sam with a smug smirk on his face. Santana peered around the bulky jock and nearly snarled at the sight of her girlfriend's brother covered in Slushie and one of her best friends in the entire world glaring at Karofsky like he was willing to do anything to hurt the jock.
"Britt, can you go with Sam and Kurt? And if you see Quinn, tell her to come find me. I'll be here, in the English hall." Santana ordered calmly, smiling when Brittany cast her wary glance.
"Please, baby. I promise I'll be fine, I just don't want you to get hurt. Please, go." Brittany frowned deeply for a moment before she jogged away to catch up with Sam and Kurt.
"Hey, Karofsky!" Santana barked, a sneer twisting her features.
The dark haired boy turned around and leaned against the wall casually, smirking at her, "What's up, Lopez? You here to defend your faggot friends?" He drawled, and suddenly Santana could give a shit less what happened to her as long as she got to beat the shit out of this pompous asshole.
Santana smiled coldly, "Yeah, dick. Something like that, I guess." She replied calmly, lunging forward and punching the boy in the nose so hard she heard a very distinct and satisfying crack.
Karofsky crumbled almost immediately and Santana yanked him to his feet by the collar of his Letterman, "Can you hear me, Dave?" She growled into his ear.
He refused to answer and she tugged on his broken nose so hard he nearly burst into tears before he nodded slowly, "Good. I have some rules to lay down for you. Are you going to listen like a good boy? Or do I have to hurt you?"
"I'll listen." He mumbled lowly.
Santana smirked, "Good boy. Let's get started then. Rule number one, just as a refresher, throwing a slushie on anyone is not allowed, dick wad. I hope you'll remember that. Rule number two, you will leave my girlfriend, her family, and our friends alone. Or there are going to be some serious consequences, and I'm not just talking about broken noses. Got it?"
Karofsky nodded weakly and Santana almost felt bad for the guy, "I think I've made myself pretty clear." She paused for a moment and Karofsky frowned slightly when her eyes softened.
"You know what, Dave? I think underneath all this tough guy bullshit, you might actually be a good guy. You can prove me right if you want, or you can prove me wrong. I'd rather be right, honestly. And I'm pretty sure I just broke your nose, so I'm gonna call my Dad and he'll fix you up, no questions asked. Do you have any issues with that?"
Karofsky shook his head slowly and Santana nodded slightly, "Stay here while I call him then. Do you need a ride or whatever?" She asked gruffly.
Karofsky shook his head, "No, I'll manage." He replied lowly.
Santana nodded and within minutes her Dad had assured her that he would treat Dave with no charge and the girl hung up and glanced at the tall boy, frowning at how broken he looked. "Hey, Dave?"
He nearly flinched at the sound of his first name and Santana rested a tentative hand on his shoulder, "My Dad's waiting. All you have to do is get to the hospital and he'll fix you up. No charge, no questions asked. Are you sure you don't need a ride?" She asked again, feeling a sudden guilt press down on her with a surprising force.
He managed a slightly pained smile and shook his head, "I'm sure. I just, I need some time to think." He replied, turning on his heel and loping off towards the parking lot.
Santana watched him go with a frown, she wasn't quite sure what had just happened but she sincerely hoped that it would bring about a change in Karofsky. She had known the boy personally since the second grade, and he had been a really nice kid until they started high school. It was like everything went downhill after that, and despite everything he had done to her and her friends, she really hoped he could get it together.
A pale hand rested on her shoulder gently and Santana nearly jumped out of her skin before she realized it was only Quinn.
The blonde girl quirked an eyebrow at her, "You all right, San? I just saw Karofsky walking off and well, he looked like shit."
Santana laughed lowly, mirthlessly, "I think I'll be okay. Yeah, he did. That's my fault, I broke his nose. I told him to go to the hospital; my Dad said he would fix him up." She sighed lowly, "I feel like shit, Q. I hit him and it was like all the fight just flew out of him, like he didn't care anymore. I talked to him and he listened, but I don't know how much really got through."
Quinn smiled thinly and threw an arm around the Latina's shoulders, "We'll just have to wait and see then, won't we?"
Santana smiled slightly in return, "Yeah, I guess so."
That entire incident took place on a Wednesday morning, and Karofsky didn't show up for the rest of the week. By the time classes ended on Friday afternoon, Santana was more worried than she had ever really been in her entire life. She had no idea why she cared so much, but she had a suspicion that Karofsky was going through a lot of things that he was unwilling to deal with and he was suffering because of it.
Therefore she was currently sitting in the Choir Room practically crawling out of her skin, because she had absolutely no way to get ahold of the boy and she was worried for reasons she couldn't possibly explain. Finally, she decided to suck it up and see if any of the football guys had his number.
She stood up and slid over to sit in the seat next to Finn first, "Hey, Finn."
Finn grinned brightly and inclined his head in greeting, "What's up, San?" He asked cheerfully.
Santana smiled wanly and he frowned worriedly, "Do you have Karofsky's cell number?"
He blinked slowly in surprise before he checked his contacts quickly and smiled triumphantly a few moments later, "Yeah, here it is. What do you need it for?"
Santana didn't answer at first, she took a moment to program the number into her phone before she glance up at the boy, "I need to check up on him, he's in bad shape and I feel like maybe I can help him out." She confessed, ducking her head bashfully.
Finn smiled at his childhood friend and squeezed her hand gently, "Let me know if you need any help. Dave used to be one of my best friends, I'll help in any way I can."
Santana hugged the younger boy quickly before she returned to her seat next to Brittany and sent a quick text message to Karofsky.
Hey, it's Santana. Er…Lopez. R u okay?
She felt like an idiot for not asking more, but she felt like it would be too much. She really just needed to know if he was all right, mentally and physically. If he didn't respond, she would assume he wasn't fine and she would track him down, come hell or high water.
Glee club started a few minutes later and Santana tried her very best to focus but every second that ticked by put her on edge and she was almost positive that everyone in the room knew it. When the meeting drew to a close, she practically vaulted out of her seat and quickly asked Finn and Brittany to come with her.
"San!" Quinn called, grabbing her friend's wrist gently and studying her with a frown. "What's gotten into you?" She asked softly, prompting Santana to glance behind Quinn to study the worried faces of her friends.
"I have to go, Q. I'm worried about Karofsky, and I want to go check on him. Please, let me go. And don't follow me, I just want Finn and Britt with me…I'll call you all when I get home. And I'll see you tomorrow." Santana replied.
Quinn released her immediately and Puck stepped forward, he was having a small get together for the Glee kids on Saturday and he had one last request to make. "San, if you get ahold of him. Tell him he's invited, if he feels up to it."
Santana smiled, "I will." She turned to glance at Finn and Brittany, "Let's go."
"Finn, do you know where he lives? Can you call him or something?" Santana asked as she drove, without direction until she got the information from Finn.
"Yeah, I know where he lives. Take this next left; it's the third house on the right." Finn replied, his voice low and worried.
Santana pulled up to the curb and parked, running a hand through her hair and smiling slightly when Brittany rubbed her shoulder soothingly. Finn got out of the car quickly and raced up to the front door, knocking on it as calmly as he possibly could.
Paul Karofsky answered the door with a smile, "Hello. Finn! How have you been, kid?"
Finn smiled slightly, "I've been good, Mr. Karofsky. Uh…is Dave home?" He asked, shifting anxiously.
The older man shook his head, "No, I'm afraid not. He went to the park about a half hour ago."
Finn nodded quickly, "Thank you for your time!" He called over his shoulder as he bounded back out to Santana's car and practically threw himself into the back seat.
"He's not home; his dad said he's at the park. The park is on Peterson drive, it's a few minutes down the road." Finn explained quickly, and Santana peeled out almost as soon as the words left his lips.
"Is that him?" Brittany asked, pointing out the window to a lone figure stooped over near a bench in the dog park.
"Yeah, come on." Finn replied, his voice cracking nervously.
The three of them got out of the car quickly and trooped down the hill towards Dave, trying not to make too much noise, almost as if they were approaching a wounded animal and didn't want to frighten it away. Finn was probably the most nervous of the three of them, Dave had been one of his best friends when they were children and he really hoped that his fellow football player was not planning on doing anything stupid.
However, when a glint of silver pressed against Dave's wrist caught Finn's eye he nearly lost it and he tried not to tackle the other boy as he sprinted down the hill and slid to a halt so fast he crashed into Dave before he managed to wrest the razor blade from his former friend's hand.
"What the hell, man!" Dave shouted, his voice cracking in alarm.
He reached frantically for the razor blade and Finn threw it aside, pressing the full weight of his lanky frame into the larger boy and holding his wrists to the ground as Santana and Brittany reached them.
Dave struggled against him mightily and Finn held him down with a strength he never knew he possessed. After several tense minutes, tears started to flow freely down Dave's cheeks and he squeezed his eyes shut hard.
"Finn, please. Just let me go." Dave pleaded lowly.
Finn shook his head stubbornly and realized he was crying too, "No way, man. Not until I know you won't go for the razor." He replied, his voice choked with emotion.
Dave choked back a sob, "I won't take it. Just let me go!" He nearly shouted and Finn released him without a word, staying near him in case anything else happened.
Santana knelt next to Dave and rested her hand on his shoulder lightly, "Why would you even think about doing that, Dave?"
Dave dug the heels of his hands into his eyes as he attempted to control the flow of tears, "I can't handle this anymore. I'm so fucking messed up, you don't get it. I can't do it anymore, I just can't."
Finn reached out and grabbed Dave's collar so fast that the only thing the older boy could do was stare at him blankly, "Don't you ever say that again, do you hear me? This should never be an option. There are people out there who are more than willing to help you. All you have to do is tell them what's wrong." He paused and nodded towards Santana and Brittany, "We're all willing to help you. Just talk to us."
Dave looked like he might burst into tears again as Santana and Brittany sat down around him and looked at him patiently, waiting for him to speak. Finn released his grip on the boy's collar and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
The green eyed boy took a deep breath and wrung his hands together nervously, "I don't know if I can tell you. I don't think you'll hate me or whatever, but…if I say it, then it's real. If I say it, then I have to deal with it. I don't know if I'm ready." He admitted, studying each of them in turn.
Santana smiled warmly, "Whatever it is, I think you'll feel better if you tell us. You're ready, Dave. You know it, and we know it."
He managed a small smile and took a deep breath, "I…I'm gay." He murmured lowly, forcing the other teenagers to strain to hear him.
Finn smiled and squeezed his shoulder again, "There's nothing wrong with that. It makes you special man, and there's definitely nothing wrong with that either."
Dave chuckled lowly, "You're a good guy, Finn. Thank you. All of you."
The other three shared a look quickly, "For what?" They asked in unison.
Dave laughed, "For finding me, for keeping me from doing something stupid." He paused for a long moment before he smiled warmly at each of them, "Thank you for saving me."
Santana hugged the boy quickly and Brittany followed suit soon after, "You don't have to thank us for that, Dave. You're a good guy, and we would never want anything to happen to you." Santana replied softly.
Dave frowned slightly, "Even after everything I've done to you guys? I was an asshole, I don't exactly deserve this."
Brittany shook her head, "Everyone deserves a second chance, Dave."
The boy grinned, "Yeah, I guess so. I think I'm gonna go home now."
Santana smiled, "Hey, Dave. I don't know if I have any business telling you this, but…I think you should come out to your dad. And Puck's having a party at his house tomorrow, for the Glee club. He says you're more than welcome to come if you want to."
Dave smiled and hugged Santana and Brittany quickly, pausing in front of Finn who hugged his childhood friend fiercely.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that." Dave replied, waving slightly as he set off towards his house.