Walk through the doors, smile, look pretty. Swish your ponytail from side to side. Walk it, mean it, be it. You are a cheerleader; you own McKinley High.
I held my head high, heading for my locker. Just because I was in Glee club didn't mean I had to act like the rest of them. I opened my locker, studying myself in the mirror. Perfect!
"Hey Santana." Quinn appeared behind me in the mirror.
"Hey Quinn."
She studied me in the mirror. "You look good."
"Thanks." I turned around, looking her up and down. "So do you."
She rolled her eyes. "There's a baby inside me." She ran her hands over her belly. "Getting bigger everyday. I probably don't look that good."
"You…uh…have a motherly glow?" I offered.
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Thanks Santana, but that's really not helping."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Look, I have to go find Puck. See you at lunch?"
"Definitely." I watched as she turned around and walked off, rolling my eyes. If it wasn't for Puck being a total prick; if he hadn't screwed her, Quinn would still be part of the Cheerios. I shook my head, shutting my locker. "Such a shame."
"Hi Santana!" Brittany bounded up to me, her cheer skirt swishing with each sway of her hips.
I stared stupidly at her toned legs, biting back a smile. Show no emotion; emotion is a weakness. Coach Sylvester's words rang inside my head. I couldn't show any emotion toward Brittany. No emotion at all; which was hard, considering how good she looked.
Brittany giggled. "You're staring at me."
"Am not!" I snapped, reaching out and pinching her hard on the arm.
"Ow! You pinched me!"
"Did I?" I asked innocently, grinning at the bewildered look on her face. Monday? Check.