Fill for this prompt on Pyroclastic's "One Sentence" Meme: Santana/Dalton - Sexual Frustration. The boys of Dalton Academy aren't exactly used to girls like Santana.
Heads turned as Santana stalked down the corridor of Dalton Academy. Eyes followed her long, bare legs and her short, swishing skirt. Three people walked into door frames. One walked right into the principal. Who then turned, followed the boy's gaze, and walked into a trophy cabinet.
They watched her walk up the main stairs, faces ecstatic as they saw up her skirt to her minimal, barely there black thong.
A different set of gawkers then stared after her as she strode, hips swaying, to knock on Kurt Hummel's bedroom door.
"You in, Hummel?"
"That you, Santana?"
"Of course it's me, bozo, who else would it be?"
"Come in then."
They watched the sensuous Latina beauty walk into Kurt's room and shut the door.
Facebook exploded.
Kurt, are you tapping that?
Is she real?
How do you know her?
Are you fucking her right now?
Why is she here to see you?
How can you honestly be gay with that on display?
Can you introduce me?
Are those real?
Seriously, are all the girls you know that hot?
WHY DO GAY MEN GET ALL THE HOT GIRLS COMING AFTER THEM?
That was within thirty seconds of Kurt's bedroom door closing (the school had very good wireless).
Those passing (read: loitering along the route from Kurt's room to the parking lot in the hopes of catching sight of 'her') saw Santana leaving Kurt's room twenty minutes later. Those close enough heard Kurt's voice follow her out of the doorway:
"Don't forget, make sure you do it every night before you go to bed, and you'll be having sweet lady orgasms again in no time."
It took three hours for Kurt's browser to stop pinging up new messages.
"Honestly," he said to himself. "Straight boys make such a fuss - I'm just giving Santana duck fat advice to win back Brittany. Lord knows that girl has a thing for soft hands."