"I'm waiting, Finn."
They quit because they can't handle the fact that I get all the solos."
"Oh no me gusta!"
Santana leaped from her seat and went to launch at Finn, only beeing stopped by Brittany's arms around her waist. She struggled against her at first, but eventually realised that Finn wasn't worth it, relaxing back down into her seat.
"As I said. Blaine left because he doesn't like me singing everything, and Mike left because he's sick of just dancing."
"You know what, Frankenteen? No."
Santana jumped back up and strode to the front of the room, "Blaine and Mike left because they were sick of you. They weren't sick of your singing. They were sick of you. I've seen the way you treat Blaine, and it's disgusting. Ever since he joined the New Directions you have given him nothing but crap. Why, Finn? What has he ever done to you?"
Finn went to defend himself, but Santana wasn't having any of it, "Don't even try to answer that Finn, because you know what? Nothing-absolutely nothing you have to say is going to be worth my time. Blaine didn't deserve what you put him through. You sicken me Finn, and you've driven two talented people away." She turned to Will, "That's why two of your members have quit, Mr Schue and now, we're two members short. We have no chance at Regionals now. None at all. Blaine and Mike had the right idea quitting. Actually,"
She paused. A short pause. Not a pause that indicated she was thinking about something, but a pause for effect. Santana knew what she was going to say, "Actually, I might join them."
She strutted away, "Santana, where are you going?"
"Oh. You're not smart enough to figure it out, Finn? Let me spell it out for you. I quit."
Then she became the fourth member to walk out the door, the third to quit. Will threw his hands in the air, dramatically, "Great. Just perfect."