(First let me just say how sorry I am for all of the fuck ups in the last chapter, I mean hell was that bad or what! Anyway thanks for being here ya'll I still haven't got a computer or anything but I'm going to attempt to continue writing on my tablet. Im going to try and make sure that this chapter doesn't have as many fuck ups, and I'm sorry if this story is getting messy... I mean dose it make sense to everyone? If it starts to get confusing please tell me right away.)
The halls of McKinley after hours looked like the world of in a zombie apocalypse film, all of the lights seemed to be set on a dim filter and the sound of Santana's foots steps echoed like rumbling thunder in a canyon. Even with all of the gloom flowing through the halls Santana decided that she enjoyed the empty school. She'd been wondering down the corridors for a few hours now just looking through the little windows on the doors into class rooms. The dinosaur had gone crazy during practice Santana decided to dip when the women began throwing some of the other cheerleaders and swearing death on the schools Glee Club, "the curly haired sheep man has crossed the line for the last time." The coach growled as she flung one of the boys. Santana was out the second she went for Quinn. If the women was willing to throw the angry little blonde she was willing to toss anyone and Santana didn't need to be filing a law suit anytime soon.
"Santana?" The latina stiffed hearing the deep voice of a boy in the hall but she felt her body relax when she turned to see David Kerofsky. The boy smiled almost jogging to close the gap between he and Santana. "Had to get out of there Sue started actually chasing people down on her golf cart and-"
"Tell me no more." Santana smiled shacking her head. "I bolted when she reached for the she devil, I figured if she was willing to toss her little sheep she'd toss me faster then she would anyone else." David nods.
"How are you?" He asks as they resume walking down the hall.
"I'm good, I guess I mean... yeah I'm good. And you?" Santana asks. She is unsure of why she can't just answer with I'm good or I'm great. There is just something that feels wrong about the sentence. Dave doesn't seem to notice, but Santana can't really shack the thought. She is sure that she is happy she has more then she did a few months ago more then she did a year ago, more then she thought she would have ever again. And she was happy, wasn't she. Even with all that was going on. She was happy.
"So of course I had to redo the entire paper." Santana pulls herself back into e conversation and the instant guilt hits her for not listening to the boy."but that's just how it all works right." Santana nods even though she has no idea what the hell he was talking about.
"Hey do you um, do you ,now why the bat was losing it today?" Santana asks trying to change the subject in cause he wants to talk more on the whatever he was talking.
"Regionals." He says simply. Santana's eyebrow lifts and the boy understands continuing. "Quinn is apparently singing for the glee club" he gives her a look like this explains everything.
"So" Santana says simply "not really a big deal, I mean Rachel thinks its a big deal because she thinks we're gonna lose or something but."
"But Quinn is the top of e pyramid, and regional competitions are one the same day for Show Choir and Cheer Squad in separate states." Dave's voice shakes a little as if he himself is angered that Quinn would do such a thing to him. And then an idea strikes Santana, a devious idea. An idea to both avoid being thrown, and get Rachel her solo.
(okay sooo this is incredibly short, but is a part of the story soft least I'm improving. Anyway I'm trying to keep this update stuff So yeah, next chapter will be long I promise it just may take sometime to pump out. Because I'm on a tablet still. I am sorry for any mistakes I really did try to fix them all.