I found some drabbles and oneshots written during the years (since S1, so keep that in mind) and never posted. As always, nothing is mine and English still isn't my first language, so thanks to slacker_d for the help.

Pairing: Rachel/Santana/Brittany

Words: ±500

"Welcome the new members of New Directions!" Mr. Schuester announced enthusiastically, his arms pointing to the door of the choir room.

"Them?" Kurt's tone was incredulous and almost disgusted.

"Got a problem?" Santana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, in challenge.

She felt Brittany and Rachel take a step forward, their arms now touching her back. She fought back a smile: everyone always thought that when they assumed their 'fighting stance' they were preparing an attack, instead they got closer to protect her. Not that she needed protection, but it was nice nonetheless.

"But they're Cheerios!" Mercedes exclaimed.

"Keen observation, Wheezy," Santana complimented her in a mocking tone.

"Santana," Mr. Schuester scolded her. "Please, take a seat."

The girl rolled her eyes but obeyed, leading the other two over to the chairs.

"Good, now," the teacher started but was interrupted.

"Wait, wait, wait," Mercedes raised her hands. "Why are you here?"

"What's this, an interrogation?" Santana scowled.

"I thought that this was glee club," Brittany looked confused, and Santana smiled, because she knew that the blonde wasn't stupid as everyone thought, that she was actually fooling them all.

"Besides, I thought that Glee club was open to everyone," Rachel added.

"It is," Mr. Schuester hurried. "We welcome anyone, right guys?"

Reluctant nods and grumblings followed his question. Santana sat back satisfied, and nodded at Rachel, thankful. Both her and Brittany wouldn't have had problems answering the question: music was Rachel's life and she adored singing as much as Brittany loved dancing. If they just let an ounce of the enthusiasm they held for their passion show in their words, nobody would have a problem believing that they had only the best intentions in joining Glee. But if they answered, Santana would have to do the same, and revealing that the reason she joined was simply because Rachel and Brittany had wanted her to wasn'tan option. Santana lived for making her girls happy, but it didn't mean she wanted people to know it. She had a reputation to maintain! And the girls knew it too.

FLASHBACK

"I don't know," Santana sat down. "You took care of the vocals, you did the choreography, and yet I'm the one who sings…it's not fair."

"You're the head cheerleader, we're the minions," Santana smiled at Rachel as the shorter girl sat down in her lap. "It wouldn't be good for your image if someone else sang lead."

"I know, but you—" Santana started.

"I'm perfectly happy with just being a part of the club. It'll still be on my transcript even if I'm just swaying in the background." Rachel waved her concerns away. "I'll have the rest of my life to be in the spotlight," she continued, confident.

"I think it's nice," Brittany joined the conversation, sitting beside Santana.

"What?"

"You leaving the others space," the blonde explained. "It's nice that you do it, because after they hear you sing they won't have it anymore."

"Aww," Rachel brushed her lips against Brittany's before rubbing their noses together. "You say the sweetest things."