"Grannie, I'm going out!" Santana yelled as she descended her wooden staircase, and stopped in the kitchen where she suspected her grandmother to be to make sure that she was heard, as her Grannie's hearing has been dropping dramatically over the years.
"Oh, but Satan, I made meatloaf toningt. Where are you going?"
Santana sighed and ventured into the dangerously good smelling kitchen. "I'm sorry Grannie but It's a stupid Glee club thing. Rachel wants to hold a meeting about sectionals or nationals or regionals...I don't know; I don't really care."
Her Grannie laughed, gravelly. "Honey, I know you might feel that you have to hide your love for the glee club in school, but I know that you really love it there."
Santana smiled, smally. "Yes, Grannie, I really do! And I am determined to get a solo for sectionals this year. I am a way better singer that Rachel and I finally get why she is always getting the solos!" Santana sat in a chair, eager.
Grannie raised her eyebrows expectantly. "And what's that?"
"She just continues to consantly bring up her should be solo and sings solos in class and acts like she already knows something that nobody else doesn't. Well, I can't wait to see her face when hands over the pants of the group to me."