Author's Note: Don't own Glee. Yes, this is all in conversation. Just trying something new.

Just a little Practice

"You want me to what?"

"Well considering you have a habit of sleeping with your best friends and since we are friends, I just thought…"

"Let me get this straight, you wants to get all up on this because you know I did it with B and Q?"

"Well no -"

"Then why do you want us to get our mack on?"

"I didn't think it would matter, Santana."

"This has nothing do with that audition you've been talking about right?"

"I – well – I…"

"You do know that just kissing a girl doesn't give you the whole 'lesbian experience' right?"

"Then what should I do?"

"Get yourself a girlfriend and fuck until you can't move."

"Santana!"

"I'm just telling it how it is and it just so happens I'm available."

"No! You're unbelievable…wipe that smirk off your face!"


"– honestly can you believe her, Kurt?

"…Well..."

"Kurt?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm still stuck at the fact you wanted to kiss her. Is there something you want to share?"

"What? No! It's not like I haven't kissed a girl before –"

"Rachel Barbara Berry! Wait, if you kissed a girl before then why…?"

"It was when I was like ten."

"Ohhh…"

"Exactly! So I just asked her for some help in experience."

"Not to sound to much like our beloved Latina, but that sounds a bit. Wanky."

"No, it doesn't…does it?"

"When you put it like that."

"Ugh, okay so maybe I could have worded it better but still, I never should have asked her anyway. She's being ridiculous."

"How is she being ridiculous?"

"She keeps teasing me! She'll say these innuendoes for lack of better word and give me these looks."

"What? When?"

"When we're alone mostly, nothing over the top but its getting…annoying I guess."

"Well then, fire back."

"What?"

"Fire back, do it back, dealing with the Satan is easy. Throwback what she's pitching, she'll leave you alone."

"You want me to give the Queen of flirting a taste of her own medicine?"

"Think of it as practice, you want to be one of Broadway's biggest stars, right?"

"…fine."


"Hey Rachel! Santana! Guess who just ran into – OH MY BARBRA! MY EYES!"

"Kurt!"

"Geez, you couldn't have waited a little more?"

"Santana!"

"Why the hell would I give warning in WALKING IN THE FREAKING KITCHEN! Seriously, the counter?! Is nothing sacred!"

"Like I haven't seen you and your hubby making icing on it before!"

"Okay, okay, can we all just calm down for a moment here?"

"…says the girl that was able to finish."

"Santana!"

"I so did not need to hear that. You know Rachel, when I said to fire back. I didn't mean that."

"Maybe, you should give her advice more often."

"Ugh!"

"San – you know what I give up."