Sorry this took so long! Between going back to college and then some major writer's block, I've kind of put my writing on hold. This is the second to last chapter of this story, and I hope to have the next one out within a week. Thank you to everyone who is still reading! My other story should be updated ASAP
Love you guys! All the reviews really motivated me to finish
Santana pulled into the driveway and turned her car off. She knew her plan wasn't necessarily fool-proof, but she had a feeling it would work. If there was thing she knew about Noah Puckerman, it was that he was very protective of the ones he cared about…and whether he wanted to admit it now or not, he definitely still cared about Kurt.
She strode confidently up the driveway and knocked loudly on the door, waiting impatiently for a long five seconds before she rang the door bell repeatedly.
"What the hell are you doing here, Lopez?" Karofsky asked from inside the doorway.
"Hey there buddy, are you busy?" she asked sweetly before pushing her way past him into the house.
"Great, glad to know I didn't interrupt anything," she interjected as she gave his appearance an up and down glance. His cheeks were flushed, his clothes wrinkled and ruffled, and she was pretty sure his zipper was half way down. Going with the fact that he was most likely still a V, (seeing as how he totally grossed all the girls out), she was pretty sure she just interrupted him watching porn. Santana shivered, trying to get the image of David Karofsky doing anything sexual, with or without a partner, out of her head. Ugh, barf.
"Puckerman ain't putting out anymore, so you decided to finally upgrade to a real stud?" Karofsky smirked as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"Only in your dreams hun," she smoothly replied as she made her way through the house into the huge kitchen. She'd been there plenty of times for parties and had drunkenly stumbled through the house (which was one of the bigger ones in Lima) with Brittany in search of a mermaid (Brittany INSISTED a mermaid ghost lived in Karofsky's pool, and often swam through the pipes to get around. Santana was pretty sure she watched Harry Potter one too many times and had applied parts of it to her life.)
"Well if you aren't gonna show me some tits, Lopez, what do you want?" he demanded as he watched her take a soda from his fridge.
"I have a proposition for you, Dave," Santana stated, knowing there was no use in trying to seduce the jock. She didn't have the goods he was looking for anyways.
"You're hot and all, but I'm not really looking to get married right now…"
Santana managed to resist rolling her eyes by taking a sip from the Sprite can she jacked.
"Not a proposal dumbass. I heard your parents were out of town, so I was thinking you should throw a party this weekend."
"You know my old man would murder me if he caught me having another party again," he replied as he sat down at the breakfast bar in the center of the kitchen. "Why, what's it to you if I have one here?"
"Well you see Dave, that's not really any of your business," she purred as she sat down next to him on a stool. "Just know that if there isn't a raging party here by 10 o'clock tonight, I'll sell that video I took of you from your last party to the creepy journalist kid who stalks Berry. That way, the whole school will know your little secret by Monday."
He clenched his jaw in ager, but she could tell underneath that he was nervous as well. Perfect. She loved playing on others' fear.
"I don't have a secret, you're making shit up, Lopez," he grunted.
"Aw, Davey, don't you remember? When Brittany passed out in your bathtub, and I stayed the night to make sure you didn't molest her, you confessed everything to me." She patted his arm in fake sympathy. "Here, let me show you."
She pulled her Blackberry out from her pocket, reminding herself the importance of being careful with what she said at anytime. Considering the fact that her and her peers were crazy about using videos as blackmail, she wanted to make sure she never put herself in this situation. After all, being blackmailed was for inferiors.
Santana slid the phone over to Karofsky, who was becoming increasingly pale before he even set eyes on the video. She wasn't worried about him deleting it though; she had saved a copy on her computer and onto Brittany's phone as well.
The video had been shot over a month ago and featured a drunken Karofsky crying on his bed, arms wrapped around a huge teddy bear (which he normally kept in the back of his closet), whining about how it should be okay to like boys. His reasoning included ramblings on how it was okay for girls to date each other (he even referenced Emily and Maya in Pretty Little Liars, a show Santana was only familiar with because Brittany begged her to watch it with her…it's not like she thought it was cool or anything) and that "gay man" sex is totally better than "whatever lesbians do."
"Lopez, you wouldn't-"
"Shh Davey, this is my favorite part," she cooed. She'd watched the video so many times, she almost had the whole eight minutes completely memorized.
'Why won't Kurt love me Santana? He won't even give me the time of day. What does he see in that Hudson asshole? I'm so better looking and I'd love him right.'
She reached across the table and grabbed her phone back.
"You don't need to see the rest, I'm pretty sure you get the idea, hun. Now that we know what's going to happen if you don't throw this party, let's talk about what will happen when you do."
"You see, Davey, Hummel and Puckerman are in the middle of a fight right now due to that whole Finn fiasco you saw in the theater-"
"That was your doing, wasn't it Lopez?" Karofsky seethed, crushing her newly finished soda can with one hand. "How could you threaten to out us, when everyone knows you're a closeted lesbian?"
Santana threw her head back and laughed so loud it startled Karofsky.
"Oh Dave, you're too funny. You see, we may bat for different teams than most people, but I'm not the one who acts as a giant homophobe and bullies the only gay kid courageous enough to come out. Hummel and I may not be best buddies, but I respect him and his decision to be out and proud. He isn't "flaunting" himself; he's being who he is and doesn't give a fuck what anyone else in this cow town thinks. That takes some serious balls, which clearly, you lack."
She paused for a moment as she slid off the stool and searched the cupboard for a snack. Diabolical plots to get people back together always made her hungry, and she needed to figure out how to word the rest of her monologue before she spilled too many deets. Pulling out a box of Ritz Crackers, she took her place back on the stool. She smirked inwardly as she noticed Karofsky waited patiently for her to finish her speech and didn't bother to interrupt or "yell" at her for taking his food. He was such a good little boy. He would make a good minion one day.
"Let me make this clearer for you boo. You and Hudson disgust me. You're all clearly raging homos and yet, instead outing yourselves or at least being humane enough to leave the gay kid alone, you both, in your own ways, parade around the school as giant homophobes so that everyone without a brain (which amasses almost the entire school) would be shocked to know you're gay. As you practically said yourself, no one would be surprised if I was a lesbian. So yes, I will out you. No, I will not feel guilty about it. And yes, it is in your best interest to do what I say, okay?"
She gave him a warm (read: fake) smile and waited for his decision.
"Alright, Lopez, I don't know what game you're playing, but I'll do it. Just leave me the fuck alone after this party, and I'll back off Hummel."
Santana raised her eyebrow in response.
"Fine, and Puckerman too," he grumbled.
"Good boy, Davey." She finished her last cracker before standing up. "I'll take care of the guest list while you secure the drinks. This one is going to be twice as big as the last time."
Karofsky sighed in defeat. "Okay, whatever Lopez."
She walked out the kitchen and down the hallway to the front door, smirking once again when she realized Karofsky was following a good five steps behind. A good minion indeed, she thought.
"Oh and Davey," she called as she opened the door. "Kurt is newly single and totally going to be looking for a rebound. Make sure you bring your 'A' game tonight."
A/N: Poor Karofsky has no idea what's coming to him! What do you think Santana has planned?