A/N: Okay, here we go, the first of four chapters. Enjoy!

She saw the petite boy first, down the hall as she walked out of the bathroom. He was scanning the area and holding a dreaded large red and white cup. He motioned for someone and Tina and Quinn appeared next to him, each holding the same type cup.

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"Oh my gosh, San, I'm so sorry," Rachel said the moment she walked in the bathroom. Santana took the offered bag and pulled a towel out. "I should have been with you to defuse the situation, they would have never-"

"B, it's cool," Santana told her. "Help me rinse my hair again?" Rachel nodded as she followed the taller girl to the sink and began rinsing out the remaining blue slush from her dark locks. "You can't always be around, Rach. They just have to learn to take 'Wait for it' as an answer."

Rachel made a noncommittal noise as she wrapped the towel around her hair. "At least you're not blond like Sam, you would have purple hair," she chuckled wetly.

"Rachel, are you crying?"

"No, I'm just happened to be very upset. That happens when one of the people closest to me gets needlessly attacked-"

"Aw, thanks," Santana smirked. She stripped out of her soaked clothes and grabbed the dry clothes from Rachel, changing quickly in the middle of the bathroom. Rachel gathered up the dirty clothes and placed them in a plastic bag before putting in the bag she had brought the change of clothes in.

"Did you drive up here? We can take you home," Rachel offered.

"Nah, you know I gots this, B." She pulled her in for a quick hug. Releasing her, she scooped up the bag. "Thanks, Rachel. Really. Now, go get your boys before they come back," she winked. Rachel laughed and kissed Santana's cheek before flouncing out of the door. One last check in the mirror (thankfully she was dark-skinned, so the blue wasn't quite as noticeable) and she left as well, careful to look for any lurking queens, Goths or former head Cheerios.

She made it to her car unscathed and headed to her usual dry cleaners to drop off her stained clothes. Once she made it home, she called Hummel.

"You little-"

"Hello to you, too, Santana," Kurt said. "Are you ready to tell me what the secret is?"

"It's not my secret to tell, you faerie! One of you will be paying for my dry cleaning," Santana seethed.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'll give you the money tomorrow after you get out of Glee. So is Rachel dating Puck or Sam?"

She didn't even bother answering, simply snarling in the phone before ending the call. "Stupid fucking assholes."

And she started plotting.

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"Here you go," Kurt chirped, handing her a few bills and a black bag.

"What's in the bag, Hummel?" Santana asked, eyeing it warily.

"An outfit to make up for the one we probably ruined. Don't worry, it's your size and more than makes up for what you were wearing before. That being said, you should spill." Kurt smiled brightly at her.

"Whatever, I'm still not telling you anything." Santana whipped around, her hair fanning out behind her, her ears sharp for the sound of following feet. She made it to her car without incident and only once she locked the door did she breathe easier.

Driving home afford her some quiet time to further her plans of revenge on the terrible trio, as she now was referring to them. Her phone went on just as she settled on her bed with her laptop.

Mike says theyre going 2 spill 2morrow. I bet him 20 bucks it would be next week

From: The Wheelman

To: The Wheelman; Crazy Legs

50 bucks on Monday

Ur on

From: Crazy Legs

Wow, confident

From: The Wheelman

Santana smirked, tucking her phone under her torso. We'll see who wins, she thought before returning to her plotting. She knew what she could do to Kurt and Quinn but Tina was going to be harder, mostly because she was Mike's girl, but partly because the girl didn't seem like anything would really bother her.

But Santana would make sure that she got her payback on the little Goth girl.