"Alright, quiet guys! We have to get the final number for Nationals prepared and we can't do that if nobody will pay attention!" Mr. Shue shouted, clapping has hands together for emphasis.
In the back row a certain black haired cheerio snapped her head upwards, wiping the tiny bit of drool off her chin and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Things at home were bad again, her parents were fighting nonstop, which led her nine year old sister to huddle in Santana's room at night as Santana murmured soothing words to her until the small girl fell asleep in her arms leaving the older sister to spend the entire night in a sleepless daze, wondering about the fate of her fragile family.
"So does anybody have any ideas? If not, I have a Journey song in mind." Shue questioned the non-responsive teenagers. Almost instantly a small hand shot up. Santana's tired eyes landed on the pint sized diva in the front row with her hand still raised in the air, her small frame almost jumping out of her chair in excitement.
"Anybody?" Shue spoke again, his eyes purposely avoiding the tiny diva. The girl strained and reached her hand even higher, her chocolate eyes dancing with anticipation.
"Mr. Shue! I have one." Rachel Berry finally spoke up. Shue's eyes rolled slightly before settling on the diva.
"You always do Rachel," He retorted. Rachel's eyebrows raised slightly before she took a deep breathe preparing herself for the monologue that all of New Directions knew was imminent.
"As all of you well know, with my vast knowledge of Broadway, I have prepared a list of about twenty-three songs that all showcase my obvious vocal talent. These songs range from Les Mis, to Wicked, to Funny Girl and-"
"Yes Rachel, we'll put those into consideration." Shue interrupted. The small girl huffed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and scowling. Santana's mouth curled into a smile as she stifled a giggle at the diva's reaction. The latina would never admit it but she loved how enthusiastic Rachel was about glee club and how she threw temper tantrums whenever someone ignored her. She glanced to the left and her eyes connected with the very confused and almost angry hazel eyes of Quinn Fabray. Santana's smile immediately dropped and her eyes snapped forward.
"Yeah, shut up Berry." She routinely growled out, thankful for the look of almost relief that flashed across Quinn's features. Pain crossed Rachel's features for a mere second before she erased it and began a staring contest with the floor by her feet. The heavy feeling of regret constricted Santana's chest briefly as she regarded that chuckles from her fellow glee members, each laugh causing the small brunettes head to droop even lower.
Shue groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. "Well it's obvious we're going nowhere today, so let's draw names for roommates at Nationals and then we'll call it a day." One by one the club walked up to their designated hat. One hat for the boys, and one for the girls. By the reactions of the students they liked who they were roomed with. Finn with Sam, Puck with Artie and Mike due to the odd numbers of guys. Then the girls drew names, Mercedes drew Tina before Brittany slowly walked up to the hat. Santana closed her eyes and begged for her name to be drawn. As much as she loved Quinn, she could not handle the head cheerio's mood swings when she was tired, and if she got stuck with Berry she was convinced that the singer would attempt to murder her as some sort of punishment for all the bullying throughout the years, plus she could not deal with a whole week of that girl's rants.
"Quinn." Brittany spoke, looking up and beaming at the other cheerio before going back to her seat.
Santana paled before swallowing thickly, clearing her throat and putting her face back on. The face she'd created to hide from everyone at this hell hole of a school. As soon as her walls were fully re-enforced she turned to Rachel and loudly scoffed. "Ew, there is no way that I'm getting stuck with Man hands for an entire week."
Shue almost laughed but hid it with a cough. "Sorry Santana, that's the way it's going to be."
"Gross." Santana sneered. "Fine, but I'm making a list of rules." She stood, stepping down in front of Rachel and staring down at her. "Rule number one Rupaul. No staring at me when I'm getting changed."
Rachel visibly winced and leaned backwards as far away from the latina as she possibly could. Santana hesitated for a split second before sneering and turning on her heel, violently pushing the door open and leaving the room without looking back.