Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Blaine would already be living in this apartment and he and Kurt would not be on the outs.
A/N: So Episode 4.13 "Diva" got me thinking about what life is really going to be like with Kurt, Rachel, Brody AND Santana all living in one loft. Honestly, someone is bound to start crying on a daily basis, and I have a feeling it's going to be Brody. Poor guy has no real hope of taking on 3 divas.
A/N 2: Also, I will be taking prompts for ideas you want to see. And I apologize in advance if I don't do Santana justice. Girl is too fierce for me to represent with any kind of accuracy.
Santana stretched on the cot bed Kurt had set out for her. She'd need to do some shopping today to get some bedroom furniture of her own, as well as a divider. She glanced at the time on her phone – 10:30 am. Kurt and Rachel had already left for school, and Santana felt comfortable enough to run around in her pajamas for a bit. She padded barefoot over to the kitchen to make herself some coffee, and heard the bathroom door open. Steam poured out of the room as Rachel's new boy toy came out in his birthday suit, toweling off his hair.
Santana quirked an eyebrow and cleared her throat. Brody stared at her slack-jawed for a moment, having forgotten/ignored Rachel telling him last night of the Latina moving in. Finally Santana decided to move things along a bit. She still needed her coffee after all.
"Put it away Magic Mike. There's no one here interested in your floor show."
"Uh," Brody started dumbly, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Sorry about that. I didn't think anyone was still here." He cleared his throat as Santana promptly ignored him and went back to fixing up her coffee. She didn't even deign to respond.
After several more minutes of silence between them, as Santana's coffee brewed and Santana hunted down a coffee mug, Brody felt more and more awkward about the quiet tension in the room. "I hope you aren't uncomfortable with me going around like this," he finally stated. "I like to relax at home."
Santana gave a long suffering sigh and finally turned back to Brody, leaning back on the counter and giving him a very clear once-over. "Listen Tiny Tim, I don't particularly careif you want to free ball all over the apartment, hoping that the Gays will notice you, but – and I know I speak for both Kurt and I when I say this – You. Are Not. All That. So keep your sad, naked ass off my stuff and we'll get along just fine." With that, Santana went to her bag, grabbed some clothes, and stepped into the now steam-free bathroom. "And don't drink my coffee." She finished, shutting the door behind her.