This is set up the day Artie and Mike perform their amazing number, but before Glee practice.
This is the first part of a three part story. If you make it through the whole thing we might get a bit of Puckleberry, but I'm not too sure yet.
I do not own Glee because if I did most "Silly Love Songs" would be nonexistent (that is, the parts that don't involve two hot Jews together)
Enjoy!
Here it goes.
I walked straight up to her locker, hoping that I wouldn't get punched.
"Hello Santana," I greeted, trying to sound confident but failing slightly. Even in normal clothing she was intimidating. I had always chalked it up to the uniform but it seems Santana was just scary all by herself.
"What do you want, Manhands?" she questioned, not even turning away from her locker.
"I was just wondering if you were all right after your altercation with Lauren yesterday in the hall," I told her quickly, my nerves showing through. She looked at me, slightly shocked (and I do mean slightly, almost nothing, but seeing as I have studied the art of acting sinse the age of four I can pick up on emotions impeccably) and annoyed before shutting her locker.
"Damn, Berry. You use too many words," she sneered, turning to walk the other way. I stood watching her go, feeling useless. "You coming or what?" she raised her voice without turning around. I let a grin crack through for a moment before hurrying up to her side, following her into the empty choir room.
"What are we doing in here?" I wondered, looking at her cluelessly. She leaned against the piano and inspected her manicure.
"I don't want to be seen with you," she told me easily, still inspecting her nails. "Just because I'm off the Cheerios doesn't mean I've stopped being head bitch."
"Oh, alright," I figured it was better to drop that than start a fight that would put me on the Latina's bad side again. Speaking of. "I wanted to apologize."
"For what?" she looked up to stare at me in disgust.
"I should have never said what I did. I had no right to imply you were harlot," I said, my head lowered in shame.
"Seriously, Rachel? I don't care what you say. It honestly has no effect on me," she insisted.
"You're lying," I whispered, looking up at her with more confidence. "Brittany told me that you were very upset." She stared at me for a moment then had her gaze fall to the floor in front of her, clenching her jaw every other second.
"That wasn't about you, Berry," she snapped.
"Was it about Noah?" I questioned, taking a few cautious steps towards her , hoping not to get attacked.
"Pfft," she rolled her eyes. "Puck's been saying that shit since we were kids. God knows I don't give a damn."
"I thought you liked Noah?" I was confused now. She always fought so hard for him now she doesn't care for him? That makes no sense at all, even in Santana standards.
"I like sex," she clarified, like I was simple. "Puck is good at sex. If he goes out with Zizes then we'll stop hooking up and that shit is not okay."
"Doesn't Puck usually cheat on his girlfriends anyways?" I blocked the thought that I use to be one of them. I didn't want to know if he had cheated on me. For some reason I don't think I could take it.
"Sometimes," she answered. "Other times? Not so much," she said, looking me straight in the eye. Because I didn't want to acknowledge what she was telling me, I looked away.
"Don't you want him to be happy?" They were friends. She should what what's best for them, even if that's Lauren.
"Please," she scoffed, drawing out the 'e' slightly. "He won't be happy once he gets Lauren," I opened my mouth to argue but she cut me off. "I'm not even saying that to be conceited. Lauren acts like she doesn't want him so he views it as a challenge. Everyone has wanted him his whole life, this is new to him. But what the kicker is is that I don't even think he realizes it. He's so much of a dumbass that he thinks it's love or some shit."
I thought over what she said and about how Noah had been acting lately. She could possibly be right. "That is very insightful," I compliment her, then seated myself in one of the plastic chairs. She nodded and sat on the piano bench.
"Yeah, I good at finding weaknesses," she informed me, sounding a bit proud.
"So I've noticed," I smirked slightly. She returned it and we sat in silence for a moment until I broke it. "So if it wasn't me and it wasn't Noah, then who was it?" She just stayed silent, glaring at the keys. "Was it Finn?" She turned her head sharply to me, glaring. "It's okay if it was. In fact, it's understandable. He was never truly mean to you before the other day. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Whatever. Finn's an asshole. He's cheating with Quinn anyways," she told me angrily.
"What?" I asked in shock. Quinn's cheating? Again? With Finn? The guy that broke up with me and Quinn for cheating on him? Really?
"Jeez, Berry. I thought you would have noticed the looks. I thought you were all hot for him." I don't think she meant to sound quite so jealous saying that. I opened and closed my mouth in shock, gaping at her.
"I-I guess I just hadn't noticed," I stuttered, looking down at my hands. She looked at me closely, like she could see all my secrets and smirked slightly.
"So, Berry, what'd you think of Puck's little performance the other day?" she asked out of nowhere. I looked at her in confusion but then chalked it up to that she wanted to point the conversation not on to herself and my ex.
"Oh, um, Noah's performance was quite good. Although, I'm not sure if he exactly nailed the assignment, I believe he did an excellent job," I told her critically.
"Yeah. It was pretty damn hot, don't you think?" her smirk grew slightly in a way that made my cheeks flame.
"W-what?"
"Oh please. He didn't learn those moves from Neil or Queen." I giggled slightly before I could help myself. When she wasn't being mean, Santana could be an interesting individual. "B, it's ok to say it was hot. It's not like I have a right to blame you."
"Noah is my friend. It is inappropriate to talk about him in such a manner."
"You seriously didn't want to jump his bones at all?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course not! That is horrible thing to say!" I admonished her. She rolled her eyes, showing she didn't believe me.
"Whatever you say Berry," she sighed standing up and heading towards the door. She turned back right before leaving. "But we both know you'll being thinking about his performance tonight when you're all alone," she smirked and left me alone to gape at the empty doorway in shock.
