Call to Kris, 10-24-12

[Santana Lopez]

Santana nervously smoothed her hair down with her hand as she pressed for her phone to call Kris and held it to her ear. If McKinley's stupid ass rumor-mill ruined this up for her, there would be hell to pay.

"Hey," Santana said when the phone picked up on the first ring, "I was guessing you wanted me to call, as you didn't magically appear in front of me. What was with the sad face?" She asked softly.

[Kris Cambias]

"That was my worried face Darlin," Kris said, as he straddled his desk chair. Flint, was out of the room, so it was quiet. He could concentrate on Santana, which apparently as a good thing, as she obviously had something to tell him.

"What's going on?"

[Santana Lopez]

Santana smiled meekly, she had been trying not to worry him with the text, but how could you say 'we need to talk' without it sounding like a death sentence?

"Kris," Santana said then sighed, "okay, I don't know how to say this without coming off sounding like a stuck up Paris Hilton, so I'm just going to stay it. I'm pretty popular at my school, and so a lot of people like to talk about me. And there's a lot of made up bullshit being said about me that's not true." She spoke quickly as she was flustered, getting up to pace her room.

"And if you go to my school dance with me, well, you might hear about this bs...but...it's not true." She stopped in her tracks and smoothed a hand over her hair, waiting nervously for his response.

[Kris Cambias]

Kris' brow furrowed for a second. He wasn't sure exactly what she was was trying to tell him. This is why he shied away from getting involved before, because there were just too many complicated emotions with getting involved. He liked Santana though, so he took a change, even though it went against everything in his nature.

He was trying.

He sighed softly as he rested his elbows on his desk. "I obviously don't know everything about you yet, but what am I going to hear?"

[Santana Lopez]

Santana moved to sit on her bed, then decided to lay down and close her eyes. And she didn't mean for it to happen, but she became invisible, it wasn't a power that was easy to control when she wanted to just hide away.

"Let's see, where to begin. Okay umm, there are people saying that I'm sleeping with an ex-football player named Puck, there are people saying that I'm sleeping with an ex-cheerleader, a um, guy cheerleader named Kendrick. There are people saying that I'm pregnant, and they're taking bids on who the dad is."

Santana rested her arm across her eyes, it was easy enough at school to drone out the rumors. Because rumors about sleeping around and getting pregnant were almost typical at McKinley. But having to repeat them out loud, to someone she cared about, made them hurt her for the first time.

"As for the truths," She said and sighed, "Puck and I dated for a few months last year, but it's over, I dumped him and he's moved on. Kendrick is a dick who likes to yell at me all the time, for shit he makes up in his own head, he snaps so easily. And I am most certainly not pregnant."

"I just...I've gained a few pounds," she spoke in almost a whisper, a part of her ashamed of herself as if she was a bad athlete, "because I've stopped doing energy drinks for meals, and I'm trying to do something normal so I won't get as sick again..."

[Kris Cambias]

Kris sat in silence for awhile, just taking in what his girlfriend was telling him. "You do know that I want to come over to that school, and beat the living shit out of everyone that is spreading these rumors right?"

He blew out his breath in one long woosh, and he stood up and started to pace around the room himself. "Rumors are bullshit, spewed by people who get off on being malicious, don't listen to them," He finished softly.

"I feel like an idiot for not asking about your exes though," He said quietly. He wasn't stupid enough to think that she was going to be like him. Look at her.

"I trust you not to lie to me, so we are cool," Kris said. "You should be eating real meals. Your diet was unhealthy, and should be illegal."

[Santana Lopez]

Santana smiled and the laughed, relieved that the worse case scenario wasn't happening. She rolled onto her side of the bed and grabbed onto one of her pillows.

"We'll be escorted out of the dance if you do that," She mused but not at all upset with the idea, "I don't think I've ever seen you angry before."

"You want to know about my ex's? I mean, I'm not holding the information confidential, but, it's in the past. What would you want to know about them?"

"Hey Kris, I realize this question is going to throw you on the spit, but, I haven't the will power not to ask. You don't...you don't think I'm getting fat do you?" She couldn't help it, she had been a cheerleader for roughly five years already. The only time she had gained pounds since then was when her breasts popped out.

[Kris Cambias]

"No," He quickly interjected, sitting up. "I don't think that would be a good idea at all." Then he would just get angry, and he didn't want to get angry, especially not at Santana. She was a bright spot in his life right now, and she didn't want to fuck that up.

Kris started to shake his head immediately when she asked her question. "Darlin that is one question that every man in this world should refuse to answer." He sighed a bit. It screamed trap if he ever heard it. "You know that I think you are beautiful okay?"

[Santana Lopez]

Santana made a small noise of discontent for not having her question answered.

"Hmm, that was too easy of an escape, but I'll let it go this time." Since he had said that he thought she was beautiful.

"Thanks handsome, I'll see you later then?"