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She lay there on the bed, her head hanging off the edge, the blood starting to pool turning her face red.
'How does this look' a voice called from the other side of the room. Santana looked up, her head spinning slightly. There she stood in the doorway, the girl she had secretly been dating for the past two months, three weeks and a day. She looked stunning loose fitting t-shirt hanging of one shoulder and black jeans that were so tight they looked like they had been sprayed on.
Brittany was the best dancer in the school and had a body to prove it. People always wanted a piece of her and until a few months ago she more than willing to oblige. She was known to have at least made out with almost the entire student body. It wasn't exclusively male attention either; much of the female population had also gotten themselves a slice of Brittany action. Then again who could blame them? She was tall, slender and impeccably beautiful. She had luscious blonde hair, eyes of crystal blue and a mouth that rarely wore anything but a beaming smile. She was the most optimistic person anyone had ever met. This led to everyone being envious of her, this sweet, innocent girl that could be so happy, even at school.
Santana couldn't have had a more different reputation. She was queen bitch who beat down any person that dared stand in her way to the top. She instated fear into anyone that dared make eye-contact with her and made the crowds around her part like the red sea as she walked through the hallways of William Mckinley high. To most she was a cruel, heartless girl that didn't feel emotions. If only they knew. Santana was in the same Glee club and cheerleading team as Brittany, but by her own admission, she lacked the same dancing talent. However the constant training in the Cheerios and 'booty camp' in Glee had resulted in her having a very similar figure. She was a few inches shorter but had abs that could rival any of the guys in the football team. Santana had a similar reputation with the boys. She had lost count of the amount of guys she had slept with. Her latina looks drew people in, her hazel eyes never showed an ounce of emotion and her lips had a legendary reputation.
The two had been fooling around for a few months before they had decided to make it official. As Santana sat there admiring the blonde dancer's perfectly toned body stood in front of her, her mind cast back to the first time they had kissed.
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