This Cheerleader's Trouble (And she's all mine) | Santana Lopez

8

A/N: Who's hereeee?

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The hallway trickled with students moving through the east building toward the courtyard. Camila found it to be the easiest way through the cafeteria. At least when people let her get to lunch on time before all the good, less disgusting-looking food was snatched by the bottomless pit football players.

"Camila!" A voice called from behind her.

She slowed her steps and frowned when she noticed a boy from glee club running after her. Camila slowly turned and looked at the cafeteria doors, sighing.

She wouldn't be getting anything good to eat today. Kurt was quite the rambler.

"Hi!" He stopped in front of her and brushed down his button up shirt. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

He held out his hand. It hung there a moment before Camila reached out and lightly smacked the back of his hand with the back of hers. She didn't bother shaking his hand when it looked covered in some shiny moisturizer or hair moose.

"Hey." Camila traded which side her books leaned into her arm. "Camila Vale."

"I just wanted to personally welcome you to the glee club and invite you to sit with us today during lunch." Kurt turned his boy and pointed to an outside table where multiple glee kids sat.

Camila pursed her lips.

"Thanks." She mumbled. "But I'm not interested."

Kurt bobbed his head, his excited smile making his baby face wrinkle.

"I mean . . . are you sure?"

"What's up your ass, Pillsbury?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"What?" Kurt's smile fell. "Nothing! I-I just—"

"You're smiling at me like you've seen my sex tape." Camila arched a brow and leaned closer, eyeing Kurt. "Which I know isn't true."

"You have a—" Kurt's eyes widened. "Look, I just want you to know you can be open with the glee club. It's very obvious that you're . . ."

"That I'm . . ." Camila pushed.

"Look." Kurt exhaled to settle the air between them. "You might have gotten away with it at your old school, but the I just bite my nails and wear showy clothes excuse doesn't really work here."

Camila's eyes squinted in warning.

"I know you're into girls, Camila."

"Well—" Camila scoffed. "I wasn't exactly hiding it. I don't know what that has to do with calling me a slut by showing a little skin?"

"You just dress—"

Kurt stepped back and looked over Camila in genuine surprise.

"Wait! Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

The redhead curled her finger until Kurt stepped forward. She grabbed his collar and dragged him closer, narrowing her eyes.

"Listen here, Kurtsy. I am not obligated to tell you, or anyone else, who I lie with at night. Pass to word to your brother who keeps staring at me like I've got five heads before I roll his homophobic fist directly up his ass crack."

Kurt brushed his collar off as Camila released him. He looked back to the glee table when he noticed a few people looking in their direction.

"You didn't have to get handsy." He mumbled.