Who the hell does he think he is? Standing there freaking serenading Rachel man hands Berry right the fuck in front of her? Hell no. She can't keep the look of well, disgust she supposes, off of her face as she crosses her arms across her chest. She looks over at Brittany, to see if the blond can believe this is actually happening, and is shocked to see her dancing in her seat and singing along.
Shocking.
Okay maybe it's not exactly shocking, she was Brittany after all, but still. Brittany should know that she wouldn't be impressed with this stunt and would sit there and sulk like she currently is now. But whatever. She searches the seats for Quinn; she knows that she has to be hating this too. She has hated Rachel since the girl was always all up on Finn, but Santana is even more shocked to find the former Cheerio looking about ready to jump Puck right there. In fact Santana almost found it funny that Rachel and Quinn were wearing similar expressions; that is if she wasn't so fucking annoyed that Noah Puckerman was fucking serenading Rachel fucking Berry right in front of her.0020
Ugh. She's not jealous. She's not. No really she's not (okay maybe she is a tiny bit. Shut up okay? Puck is hot and they'd totally been sleeping together until like four days ago when he'd apparently lost it and started going after fucking Rachel. But whatever.) She's not impressed. She's willing to bet, well just about anything that Rachel isn't giving him anything (if you know what she means...) like she does and he's fucking up there serenading her? She's lucky if Puck doesn't bail right after they're finished. And it's not like that ever bothered her before. Relationships are too much work; it's much easier to just hook up whenever she feels like it.
But at the same time they've never flaunted each other's other partners in front of the each other's face either. It's like they had some kind of agreement that a couple of times a week they'd get together and well fuck, but they weren't going to stop the other from screwing around with someone else. They weren't in a relationship and they sure as fuck didn't want to be in a relationship. Or at least that's what she wanted and that's what she thought he wanted too. (Apparently fucking not.)
It had been the perfect arrangement - until now. There's just something about the way he's looking at Rachel, something about that look that stirs up something deep in her stomach. She doesn't think anyone has ever looked at her like that, let alone him. It's just a look of simple adoration. It makes her feel jealous and she doesn't like that one little bit. But more than making her feel jealous, it makes her feel for the first time ever, kind of like a slut. It makes her feel dirty, cheap, and most of all - used. And that just wasn't going to fly with her because she was Santana Lopez. Nobody used her - ever.