"Sam! Wait" The fiery Latina exclaimed.
"Why should I wait for you SATAN…" He paused to see the horrified look on her face.
"Oops, I meant SANTANA. My bad." He said sarcastically.
"Just let me explain! Please!" She said, almost in tears.
"There's not much to explain! I heard ALL about your little Fling Friday Nigh with Puck!" He said, with venom flowing off his tongue as he spoke.
"What? I can't believe that got out! I was completely wasted after Rachel's little house party! You can't hold that against me!" She said, with warm tears running down her face, her mascara running.
"Oh, so you're not denying it! I always knew this would happen. I always knew you were a lying SLUT!" He said, slightly regretting what just escaped his lips, then realizing he had a perfectly good reason for his word choice.
"You can't talk to your girlfriend like that!" She said, now nearly bawling. Not even noticing the crowd of teenagers surrounding them, gawking and listening to their argument.
"I'm not talking to my girlfriend, I don't have one anymore!" He screamed. The growing crowd of teenagers roared and cheered at his confidence.
Just then, Brittany came running towards them, looking as confused as ever. "Come on Santana, its okay" She said. Suddenly the two girls felt a cold rush of a grape slushy pouring over them. Azimio and Karofsky high-fived each other. "Finally, I've been waiting to do that since you stood me up at the mixer in seventh grade!" Said Karofsky, very proud of what he had just said and done. Santana ran off crying. Brittany gave the football guys the stink eye, and then ran off after her.
Sam felt his feet being lifted off the ground. At first, he panicked, but then realized that he was being lifted up by the rest of his teammates; accept Artie (for obvious reasons) and Puck, who actually felt bad for causing all of this. He thought about the situation a little bit, but then just enjoyed his 30 seconds of fame. After about an hour of cheering and shouting, he was dropped off of he teammates shoulders, and back down to reality.
When the noise died down, and the crowd dispersed, Sam was left alone in the seemingly endless hallways of McKinley. He was lucky that he didn't have football that day, because coach Beiste would have killed him if he was late again. He turned on his ipod, and his favorite song came on. Since nobody was there, he decided to just belt it, right there in the hallway. "Take my badge, but my heart remains, loving you, baby child, Tighten up, on your reigns your running wild, running wild, its true." He was making his way out of the school to his parking spot, when he heard the familiar voice of his 'brand new ex-girlfriend', yelling at someone, even through his headphones.
"Listen here Treasure Trail, I know you're the one who spilled about my one night stand with Puck after your party!" She said, furiously. "Were you trying to steal Sam too? Like you do with any guy in glee that you can get your stubby little man-hands on!" She said, with more intensity then before. Sam turned the corner to confront her, but a small 'army' of Cheerios stopped him. Then, she stooped even lower than he thought anyone could, even for Santana. She pushed the small girl against a locker, slapped her, and then pushed her to the floor. Sam was about to yell at her, when she did something even crueler than before. She called her Cheerios over, and each of them took their turn to pour an enormous cup of blue slush over the poor girl. Sam was kind of curious as to who this girl was. When they were done drenching her in the sticky blue slush, Santana kicked her, and stepped over her to leave. "Oh, hey Sam. Come crawling back this quickly? Not a surprise to me." She said, with an accomplished smirk on her face, yet with a hint of sadness.
"No, and that will NEVER happen." He said, fuming. "I just heard you picking on another innocent person, and thought I would try to stop it."
"Well you've come a little too late, haven't you Sammy." She said, smirking again.
"OKAY, THAT'S IT. You CAN NOT call me that anymore!" He said with such a rage, that he startled Santana. "You are an enormous bitch, that feels like she needs to make everyone else's life miserable so that she can feel some security in her own WORTHLESS life." He said, with extreme rage, but you could tell he was confident too.
"After all I did for you?" She said, astonished at what he said. "Yeah, I said that! After I made you popular, got Quinn jealous for you, and last but definitely not least, took your virginity!" She said. Regretting the last part of her statement.
"Oh, I can not believe you would bring that up! That meant nothing to you! I was drunk from that party at that one chick's house, so it technically didn't even count! And the same night, you slept with Puck! And maybe even Finn, or Artie, or Mike Chang for all I know. Or maybe even Brittany! I know what you guys do, and now everyone in the school will know by tomorrow! Yeah, you heard me! I'm gonna tell everyone about your little secret. And I also know that Brittany doesn't do it voluntarily, and she probably doesn't even understand what's happening! Its about time you got a little taste of your own medicine Satan!" he said, forgetting to breath., and then feeling a little light-headed. After all, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. "Oh, and just so it will only hurt your reputation, I'll tell everyone you slept with the only out lesbian girl at this school, who's name I can't remember at the moment…" He said, kind of embarrassed about sounding so stupid.
Santana just stood there with her mouth wide open. The cheerleaders that surrounded her all took a step back in disgust; then one by one, they all exchanged stunned looks, and ran away to avoid any further awkwardness. Sam realized it was just him and Santana now. He heard a soft laugh escape the girl that he had originally come over to help. He began laughing too, and before he knew it, he was rolling on the ground cracking up with the girl. Santana stepped over him and stormed off furiously. That left Sam and the girl on the ground, just laughing, not caring about anything else. He walked over, realizing that it was none other than the loud girl in glee club with him, Rachel Berry.
"Are you ok?" he said softly, smiling one of his signature smiles.
"I'm fine." she said, beaming at the thought that someone stood up for her. He took her hand to help her off the slushy covered ground. She like the way her hand felt in his, and she could tell he liked it too. "Its really cool that you stood up for me like that. The only other person ever to do something like that for me was Puck, and he just did it to get in to my pants." She said with a laugh, and then a somewhat half-frown.
Sam knew he had to break the awkward silence after that. "Well, Rachel, why don't I help you get cleaned up, and then I can drive you home" He said smiling. "Thank you so much!" She said, beaming even more than before. Sam had been driven to hate her over his time at McKinley, but she really wasn't that bad, and she had the most amazing smile EVER. "It's about time someone stood up to Satan." She said with a laugh as they walked into the bathroom, hand in hand.