The consistent, shrill whistle made it impossible to relax on the ten-minute break. The Cheerios' drill sergeant/ coach was at it again, demanding perfection from her soldiers. The sounds of the junior Cheerios' cheap tennis shoes echoed across the barren gym. After what seemed like ages the clock struck 5:00pm and the cheerleaders were let out of practice, not evading Coach Sylvester's comment about them being "disgusting animals that needed flea baths". The Cheerios flooded out of the gym and into the humid girls' locker room. All that remained was the infamous Unholy Trinity – Brittany, Santana and Quinn- along with a few junior Cheerios that seemed to believe that if they stuck to the trinity like glue that they could leech of their popularity.
"Got the goods, Blondie? I wants to get my evil on." Santana was almost always impatient when it came to torturing McKinley's resident loser, Rachel Berry. Why the girl posted a video on Myspace every day without fail was a mystery to the trinity, however, the were certainly glad that she did, because it gave them all the more ammunition to tear down the midget. Sighing at Santana's impatience Quinn slid out her laptop out of her backpack and signed into her Sky Splits account and clicked on Rachel's account. Today she was singing, On My Own from Les Miserables. Soon the comments came rolling in raging from talking about her awful fashion sense to basically asking her to drop off the face of the Earth. Santana's personal favorite was a comment asking if she could ship herself back to Israel. Eventually the cackling ceased and all that could be heard was the sound of the gigantic ceiling fan. Quinn was still typing furiously on her laptop, berating the midget that felt it was okay to run her hands over her man. While thinking about the infuriating midget an idea popped into her mind, a sinister grin overtaking her face.
"Have something to share Q, or are you just going to sit there looking like a creepy psychopath who just escaped a mental asylum?" Quinn could always count on Santana to crush the moment, but she figured she might as well share her brilliant idea to bring down the man stealing troll. Now that she thought about it some more, Santana would be the perfect one to put her plan in action.
"I'm just formulating a plan to crush that man stealing hobbit and show her, her proper place in the hierarchy." Now Santana had a manic grin on her face, rivaling Quinn's. Making a loser suffer always made Santana happy and it kept Snixx satisfied at least for a little while.
"So, spill Q before, I have to take my razor blades out of my hair and make you tell me." Quinn just rolled her eyes, Santana wouldn't hurt her. Quinn was one of the select few people that Santana actually referred to as a friend plus, Quinn was her ride to school, without her she would have to ride the bus with a bunch of Neanderthals.
"You are going to catfish Manhands." Santana, while loving to get a chance to terrorize the tiny girl was not about to just follow Quinn's delusional plan. Did Quinn not know how much it would physically pain her to even fake be nice to the troll? Just the thought of it physically repulsed the girl. Plus, there must be someone who could be nicer to Berry than she could, if anyone should catfish Yentl it would be Brittany or one of the junior Cheerios.
"Nope. Not happening. I'm not going to catfish Berry. Do you know how much effort it would take? I may love watching her squirm, but I don't have enough motivation to be nice to her, even if it is only online. Why don't you do it Barbie? You are the one who suggested it." Santana did have her point, but Quinn knew if anyone could seduce the annoying Hobbit and shatter her fragile heart it was the girl whose nickname was literally Satan.
"Come on, Santana. You know you are the only one who could seduce the bratty midget." The little stroke of her ego made Santana smile briefly and almost convinced her to go through with her delusional plan. Then, she realized that Quinn was totally banking on that fact. She was determined to not follow Quinn's orders, Q might be the head cheerleader, but Santana did not like to give into anyone.
"Nice try, Barbie, but I said no. It is never gonna happen." Quinn sighed, she really wanted Santana to do this so, she brought out the big guns.
"I triple dog dare to catfish Berry for at least 3 months. You don't even have to pretend to be a boy. I'm sure you could convince Rupaul to fall for you easily." Santana's eyes widened as did multiple of the junior Cheerios' eyes. Santana never backed down from a dare, always saying something like only cowards and pussies backed down from a dare. So, it was typical Santana when, she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"I really think you should do it Q, since you seem just about obsessed with the idea, but I guess if you're not brave enough to do it then, I guess I'll do it." Quinn smiled and nodded. Handing the laptop to Santana, she motioned for her to type.
Santana racked her mind to think of an acceptable username for her. She looked around and met the gaze of her best friend Brittany and she smiled as an idea popped into her head. Thankfully the name was not taken. Quinn looked over her friend's shoulder and smirked.
"Second_Star_2_the_right? Seriously San, a Peter Pan quote for a username?" Santana just shrugged and started working on her profile. She knew that the strange midget had an affinity for stars plus, Peter Pan was one of Brittany's favorite books ever. She entered trivial stuff to build and mold her profile, something to hopefully catch the troll's eye. After she was finally done she searched for Rachel's profile and clicked on the video. She quickly typed out the first thing that came to mind.
Second_Star_2_the_right: You truly have the voice of an angel. Someday I wish that I could sing as well as you, but that could never happen :(
Normally Santana wouldn't waste her time typing out grammatically correct phrases, but this was Berry that she was trying to seduce, she had to pull out all of the stops. Logging out, Santana handed the laptop back to Quinn and went out to the parking lot to wait for Quinn to drive her ass home. She had some planning to do. She was sure that Berry would respond to her compliment, she was eager to soak up all of the glory, a selfish, conceited brat is what she is.
Across Lima, a ding could be heard coming from one, Rachel Berry's laptop. She sighed, usually the Cheerios were done with their tirade on her daily Myspace video. She decided to take a break from her English essay discussing the complexity of Jack's character in Lord of the Flies, quickly opening up a Myspace tab. She clicked the new notification and opened it to see who left her a comment. It was someone who she had never seen on any of her previous videos. She sighed, it was quite obvious that their seemingly nice comment was simply a ruse. It was probably someone the Cheerio's hired to humiliate her. She knew Quinn would have it out for her since, Finn, Quinn's boyfriend joined Glee club and shared amazing, musical chemistry with her. Quinn could never truly understand the chemistry that Finn and her have, it's like he was made for her. Their voices complimented each other perfectly though, he is lacking some crucial dance skills.
Star_In_Training: While, I appreciate your compliment, I know that this is all a ruse to somehow humiliate me.
Moments later there was another ding emitted by her laptop.
Second_Star _2_the_right: Why would you assume that I have ulterior motives? I was simply making an observation; your voice is quite lovely ;)
Star_In_Training: Everyone has ulterior motives. For all I know, you could be one of those idiotic Cheerios, trying to gain my trust. You know, I could easily block your account and then, you wouldn't get the pleasure of hearing my beautiful voice.
Rachel was beginning to get frustrated, whoever this person was, was quite obviously trying to gain her trust and was obviously going to try to humiliate her.
Second_Star_2_the_right: Relax, I'm not a jerk that gets pleasure from terrorizing tiny, extremely talented singers.
Santana was positively fuming at Berry's comment about the Cheerios. Who was she to call the Cheerios idiotic when, she was the idiot who joined the Glee club. She didn't know how she didn't lose her temper and rip the midget to shreds. She was quite glad she controlled her inner Snixx as a reply finally came.
Star_In_Training: Fine, if you insist on complimenting my obvious talent, then, I guess I won't ban you just yet. If you think this is good check out my rendition of Don't Rain on my Parade. That song compliments my voice perfectly. If you want some help with your vocals then, post a video of you singing and I can give you helpful tips. I am known at school for having a huge amount of underappreciated talent so, I'm sure I can be of service to you.
Santana was not expecting for Berry to be this easy to fool. It was almost too easy, like taking candy from a baby. The girl should really know better than to trust some stranger she met online. Her trusting behavior was one of the many reason why slushing her was so enjoyable. She read the hobbit's comment once again and in a moment she found herself getting her camcorder that her abuela got her for her 15th birthday. She pointed the camcorder at her wall of posters and just started singing the first song that popped into her head. She didn't know why her mind jumped to the song In my Bed by Amy Winehouse, but she wasn't complaining. Santana knew that she killed the song and wasn't surprised when a comment popped up from Rachel.
Star_In_Training: Wow, though I couldn't see your face, that was quite the performance, you were occasionally flat, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. Your performance would be better if, you showed your face so, one could see the true emotion you are trying to portray. You should try out for Glee club, your voice though, not as well trained as mine, is quite beautiful. Good luck in your future musical endeavors *
Santana actually almost smiled at the girl's antics, but the she remembered who she was talking to, a boyfriend stealing midget who, called her flat. If she thought about it more she would realize that the girl wasn't really insulting her, she was giving her constructive criticism. Santana brushed off the rest of the comment, knowing that she could never show Rachel her actual face. If it wasn't late at night, Santana would realize that she actually referred to the girl by her name and not a clever insult.
Second_Star_2_the_right: Goodnight. Don't stay up too late, it would be a shame if you lost your pretty little voice by getting sick due to staying up so late. Can't wait for your next video.
Santana signed off of her computer, satisfied with what she accomplished with the stubborn girl. She fell asleep completely unaware of the huge shitshow that would occur the very next day. Rachel, for the first time since the day before freshman year, fell asleep with a tiny smile on her face.