Sorry it took forever for me to update! I was on vacation and didn't bring my computer that had all the documents on it. :( I'll try to post another chapter later tonight.
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Santana's POV
"Girl, just who do you think you are?" Mercedes had crossed the choir room over to where the 'cool kids' sat and was staring down Santana, hands on her hips. As Sue who would have said, she was blurring the lines.
Santana finished touching up her eyeliner before snapping her compact mirror shut. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She fluffed ponytail innocently.
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, girl," she narrowed her eyes, which were, as usual, smeared with some tacky eyeshadow color. Couldn't she at least try to care about her appearance? It was hard for Santana to even look at her. "You have no business blackmailing Kurt and confusing him any more that he already is,"
Ohh, so that's what this is about.
"Grow up already, wheezy. You honestly think I would go for Kurt? Last time I, or for the matter you, checked, he was the mayor of gaytown. And I so don't do that." She pouted in a show of false sympathy for the mammoth of a girl towering over her.
Mercedes' cheeks reddened in rage. "Really? Then why did Kurt come out of school yesterday looking terrified and tell me that he was blackmailed into 'dating' you, huh?"
By now most of the Glee club had turned in their seats, watching their smackdown with interest. That is, excluding Kurt – who was miserably looking down at iPhone, - and Puck, who was glaring at Kurt incredulously. "Leave, my man, Kurt, ALONE."
Santana practically snorted. "Please, he is hardly 'your man'. You wish. And fine, we are dating." She arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "But what are you gonna do about it?"
"Aw, HELL TO THE NAW!" Mercedes dove at Santana, finally capturing Puck and Kurt's attention. The surrounding glee clubbers scrambled away from their squabble, some calling out encouragements.
Ponytails were tugged, arms were clawed (which got particularly ugly, considering Santana's razor sharp nails), and insults were shrieked. Neither girls were willing to admit defeat and so their fight was only broken up when Mr. Schue walked in.
"Hey, hey… HEY!" He dashed up to the seats and started pulling Mercedes off Santana. She struggled against his hold, but he managed to put a good distance between them. "Girls, what is going on?"
Santana tossed her head scornfully and walked to the front of the choir room, temporarily mesmerizing the club's male population with her swaying hips. She turned and began to sing.
(Santana = italics, Mercedes = bold, Santana and Mercedes = bold italics)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah yeah, yeah, yeahhh)
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeahhh, yeahhh
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeahhh, yeahhh
They can say whatever
I'ma do whatever
No pain is forever
Yup, you know this
She lifted her chin, a glazed expression on her face.
Tougher than a lion
Ain't no need in tryin'
I live where the sky ends
Yup, you know this
She placed her hand on her hip and jutted her hip. Her actions were sharp and full of attitude, drawing a suggestive smirk from Puck.
Never lyin', truth teller
That Santana reign, just won't let up
All black on, blacked out shades
Blacked out Maybach
I'ma rock this shit like fashion, as in,
She began to strut confidently towards Mercedes, who seethed silently.
goin' til they say stop
And my runway never looked so clear
But the hottest bitch in heels right here
No fear, and while you getting your cry on
I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedastal
I betta let ya' know
She glared pointedly at Mercedes before turning on her heel again. Mr. Schue restrained Mercedes from lunging at her again.
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Kurt shrank back in his seat as Santana approached him. She stood behind his chair and ran her hands down his chest, pausing so that her head was next to his. She was as disgusted as he was, but she needed to teach Mercedes a lesson.
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
That Santana reign just won't let up
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
That Santana reign just won't let up
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
That Santana reign just won't let up
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Straightening up, she strode back to the piano and faced the club. She noted with satisfaction Mercedes' furious expression as well as Puck's similar disbelief.
All up on it
Know you wanna clone it
Aint like me
That chick to boney
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top (top, top)
Gettin' lonely
Who think they test me now
Run through your town
I shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million
And I want it all
It's gonna take more than that
Hope that ain't all you got
Her eyes flashed challengingly.
I need it all
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
I can't just let you run up on me like that (all on me like that)
Yeah
I see you aiming at my pedestal
So I think I gotta let ya' know
Her eyes flew back to Mercedes' face.
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Where dem girls talkin' trash
Where dem girls talkin' trash
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Where dem bloggers at
Where dem bloggers at
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Where your lighters at
Where your lighters at
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
That I, I, I
She returned to her seat amidst applause. Even Quinn reluctantly clapped her hands (which was quite a feat considering her huge baby bump). Mercedes had slunk back to the loser side of the room and she felt a deep sense of victory.
Some losers just needed a reality check from time to time.
After high-fiving Brittany and Matt, the cheerleader settled into her seat happily. The only thing Santana loved more than conflict was winning. And she'd been about to reap a sufficient amount of both during today's glee rehearsal.
Mr. Schue patted her on the back and assumed his position at the front of the room. He prattled on about their glee assignment for this week, but Santana didn't hear any of it. Not that she usually did. No, this time she was distracted by a horribly familiar face just outside the door. The face glared menacingly into the room, pursing its thin red lips.
Sue Sylvester had decided to check up on them.