"You know the school can't allow this kind of behavior, from anyone, even you!" Emma Pillsbury wore her best disappointed look.
"What kind of behavior?" Santana Lopez wore her best confused one.
"Santana, you know what I'm talking about! You slushied Jacob, again! You know what?" she took her school land line and dialed the PA number and announced, "The next person to slushy some one in any way shape or form that is not an accident is facing detention."
"Wow. And that should help any thing… how? Sylvester will just get us out of it."
"Oh, god! I am so sick of cheerleaders and football players thinking they can get away with whatever the… heck they want to do!"
"I don't do it because I know I can get away with it!"
Emma, however her distaste for the cheerio, was a bit intrigued by the comment and sat down on her chair, rather than leaning on the edge of her glass topped desk. "Why do you do it, Santana?"
Santana looked down at her hands. Usually when speaking to someone, like Rachel or Will, she would look straight at them with eyes narrowed. Or when speaking to Brit, she always looked her in the eye, or whispered in her ear. She never paid close attention to her hands in her lap when she could be boring into some one's soul with her black eyes.
But she did the former as the murmured, "For Brittany. I do it for Brittany."
"I don't understand."
Santana returned to her normal speaking expression. "You know she would be a goddamn laughing stock if I didn't protect her."
"How are you protecting her?"
"This," She tugged on the red and white polyester of her uniform, "is a bullet proof vest. No one touches you. Brittany… I would never, ever insult her, but her brains aren't her best quality. A bullet proof vest isn't enough when some cheerio bitches can just shoot you in the head. If I could destroy them, no one is going to risk taking that shot. If they're smart."
Emma was trying to figure Santana out. "You… you love her, don't you?"
"I do. And I'm not going to let her get hurt."
Emma wanted to smile and maybe say "aw" but feared retaliation from the younger woman.
"Well, maybe you could… I don't know, not slushy the hall monitor next time?"