ONE
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Santana Lopez crossed her arms under augmented breasts and glared at Quinn Fabray. She could still hear Coach Sylvester's harsh words. Though she knew it would be best to let the belittlement go and focus on getting even, the insults about her boob job constantly stabbed through her consciousness despite how the verbal beat down had occurred weeks ago.
Santana wasn't stupid. She knew she was going along with the pressures of society to become generically attractive but she had her reasons. She wore her Cheerios uniform, her popularity and the boys on her arms like a perfectly fitted mask. Quinn and Kurt were the only ones who had seen the cleverly disguised seams and realized what lay behind them.
Taking Finn's virginity as well as sleeping with Puck and other random football players wasn't doing anything to improve her precarious position in the social hierarchy of William McKinley High. In fact, having sex with them didn't even take her mind off of her problems and it enraged her. Pathetically, the rare occasions where she slept with Brittany were the only times she could lose herself enough to feel like everything might be okay someday.
Quinn had to go and ruin that, too. Stupid bitch. Kurt, on the other hand, had all but saved her ass and it pissed her off to even contemplate admitting it. Social currency meant everything in William McKinley High and though she knew which one was the superior kind it was the type that meant getting a slushy to the face on a regular basis. That was something Santana was not about to let happen. Even thinking about it made her clench her jaw until it ached. In a pathetic attempt to distract herself she looked around the room.
Brittany was sitting on the opposite side next to Artie and the two subconsciously leaned toward one another even though they were paying rapt attention to what Mr. Shu was saying. Brittany's hand inched over and her fingers slipped between Artie's. Santana's world started tilting sideways. Rachel raised her hand and proceeded to vomit her opinions despite how Mr. Shu hadn't even called on her yet. Santana felt herself going numb. The regular stab of annoyance she would have felt listening to Rachel's obnoxious voice seemed to be far off and affecting someone else. Her eyes drifted back to Brittany despite how hard she tried to make them slide away.
The sight sickened her.
Kurt's pitying gaze ensnared her and she felt herself falling into a fickle wrath that decided every few seconds to morph into bleakness.
The fact that Quinn knew her secret terrified her.
Most of all, the empty seat beside her hurt like a shard of glass stuck between her ribs.
She itched to wrap her hands around Quinn's stupid neck.