Fourth Prompt Post
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"I thought you were going to bust my balls." Dave finally muttered, picking up a ten pound weight before dropping it with a clang back in the rack. Santana smirked.
"That could still happen if you keep me any longer, Captain Closeted." Dave winced at the nickname, picking up and dropping a fifteen pound weight angrily. Santana wondered if this was his bizzaro therapy, sort of like when she would take all the pictures of her and Brittany she had and reorganize them according to how much touching had gone on between them that day.
"Am I really that freaking transparent?" Dave asked, repeating the process with a twenty pound weight. Santana only arched a brow and nodded. Dave groaned in frustration, a few more tears leaking up which he swiped at angrily.
"I just wanted to talk." Dave turned away from the barbell rack and retook his seat next to Santana, staring off into the distance. "I threatened to kill him, but it's not like I wanted to. I just -- see him, and get so mad, because he's prancing around with his perfect hair and face and body and his stupid boyfriend and he's in your face about it and it's horrible." Dave sniffed, then snorted a little. "I sound jealous."
"Newsflash, you are jealous." Santana replied, stretching her legs out and knocking a foot against his. Dave made a noise that probably counted as a growl, curling his feet up under the bench. He didn't seem angry though, just even more upset. Santana frowned, biting at her lower lip in worry. She had wanted to comfort the guy, not make him more sad. "That's okay though."
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"Badass bitch Lopez," Santana corrected with a sneer, but let it drop in favour of her most understanding expression. Santana wasn't very used to those, prefering to make the other person feel alienated, but she genuinely understood Dave and she could rely on that. "I get it, 'kay. You're in love with someone who's with someone else and they're happy as fucking rainbow and kittens and you just get so mad."
Dave stared at her for several long moments, and Santana wondered if her own Truth was as obvious as she felt. Santana and Brittany weren't exactly a secret after all. Though the thing was, if Dave realized Santana was more like lesbo bitch Lopez she knew he would understand her just like she did him, and they would keep each other's secret safe. That was pretty cool.
Finally Dave looked away, thumbs fiddling unconciously as he spoke. "I don't want to hurt him, or even his stupid boyfriend. But yeah ... I get mad. Really mad. I mean, that prep school fairy is a midget with stupid hair but he's also nice or whatever. He's never pushed Hummel around."
"And he has a nice ass." Santana said, and laughed when Dave nodded in agreement. At her laugh Dave met her gaze again, looking pissed for a second before a tentative smile creeped across his lips. Then Santana was just laughing harder, and Dave started to chuckle, and before they knew it they were having a laughing fit in the middle of the weight room while the objects of the affection cuddled up with somebody else, somebody who was actually okay to them -- for them -- as much as it hurt to admit. There was an incredible release about it, like all the drama and the worries and the fear could just be forgotten for a few minutes while they actually enjoyed being gay.
After a while their laughter turned into the occasional giggle and snort, and then they fell silent. In the hush that followed Santana and Dave simply stared at each other, in complete understandings, seeing themselves in each other and cautiously thinking things could be alright. Then Santana's phone was buzzing and Dave broke their eye contact, awkwardly rising to his feet. Santana answered her phone and flashed Dave a small smile as he gathered up his gym bag, and he returned it before turning to leave. Santana let him go -- she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time they talked.
They saw each other's Truths in themselves, and that wasn't something you just shook off.
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Oh my god this is what I needed after 2x17. Dave/Santana friendship is like my crack and I'm hoping that the glee writers follow up with the interaction that they set up.
You are one of my new favorites so I literally squeed when I saw that you filled this. I just loved the desperation and the fact that they saw each other without becoming out of character at all. The understanding was perfect.
THANK YOU AJSJGKGKka
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