A.N.: Queue the shenanigans!
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So that's how she got stuck on the first day of senior year, sitting next to Brittany in the back of first period, watching Frankenteen try and pass Rachel notes only to have Puck intercept them and rip them to shreds. Santana smirked to herself. Some could say it was all her fault, but it's not her fault that other people suck. Rachel just finally opened her eyes to see what was right in front of her.
An oaf.
The boy honestly digs himself deeper into a hole every time he opens his freakishly large mouth. Santana just sees other people's weak spots and is smart enough to use it against them. It's not even that she hates Finn (and even if she did, that's not what this is about), because she doesn't. She just needs him to get a clue so she can put the moves on Rachel without him, his constipated grin, and his two left feet getting in the way. Although all the tripping over his own feet is making things pretty easy for her. What better way to make Rachel forget about the golden boy than by showing her how awesome the Latina was herself.
That right there is what we call a weak spot. Jackpot.
Just then, the bell rang and Santana sighed as Rachel shot out of her seat before her football player ex boyfriend had the chance to try and strike up a conversation for the umpteenth time that morning. Santana was mindlessly switching out her books for her next few classes when Brittany approached her suddenly.
"I take it Rachel still hasn't responded to you, with the way you've been giving her puppy dog eyes all morning." Santana rolled her eyes and tried to play the whole thing off.
"Whatever."
"San, if you really like Rachel and you want to get Finn to back off, why not sing her a song in Glee? Mr. Schue probably won't have a lesson anyway." Santana stared at the blonde in bewilderment.
She was a badass and romantic serenades weren't something that she made a habit of doing. Fleetwood Mac doesn't count because that band is just too good to resist. Not to mention that singing to the girl who left you on read for the past week was a new level of desperation that she didn't need to experience in front of the entire glee club.
"No." Brittany sucked her teeth at her friend's stubbornness..
"I'm gonna ask Quinn what she thinks."
"What I think about what?" Quinn asked, strolling up to the pair looking every bit like a Hot Topic employee. She grabbed Brittany's hand and kissed her cheek sweetly. A few bystanders stared, but immediately busied themselves with something else when they met Quinn's fierce gaze.
"Do you think San should sing Rachel a song in glee club to tell her how she feels and get Finn to back off?"
"Sounds like a solid idea to me." Santana rolled her eyes, of course the new couple would gang up on her the first chance they got.
"I hate you both." Quinn smirked, while Brittany flashed a megawatt smile.
"No you don't." The pair said at the same time.
Before Santana could tell them how weird the hive mind thing they had going on was, her personal space was being invaded by a flash of white and red.
"Santana, hi." The girl who rudely inserted herself in between the trio was wearing a Cheerios uniform. The large natural afro the taller girl was sporting allowed the two girls she stepped in front of to be blocked from the Latina's view. The older cheerleader took a step back and eyed the girl warily, looking for any sign that she may need to pull a blade out of her hair. She'd never seen her around school before and always made it a point to remember faces. This baby Cheerio must be new by the lack of regard for the school's social hierarchy.
At least a junior by the way she is filling out the uniform.
It's not that Santana was trying to be inappropriate, it's just as someone who also has sizable assets, it's very obvious that the fabric of the girl's uniform was stretching a bit too tight around her more... notable features. The new girl caught the once over the ex captain was giving her and glossy lips turned into a smirk.
"Do I know you?" Santana asked sassily. Brittany and Quinn circled around to face the bold girl who Quinn recognized as being a year under them by the books she was carrying.
"See, the problem is that I know you don't. I'd like to change that; Mandee Moore." The girl spoke with an unfamiliar accent, extending a hand out for the HBIC to take, "I enrolled too late in the year to join last season, but Coach promised me a spot once she saw the routines I ran with my old squad." Santana raised an impressed eyebrow, but didn't move a muscle while Quinn scoffed behind her. Mandee recovered quickly.
"I heard you threw quite the party last week, even if there were some losers in attendance." The brown skinned girl's eyes made their way to Quinn and Brittany, who were still positioned behind the Latina like bodyguards as she said this. That was all it took for Quinn to want to speak her mind.
"Listen here, you little wannabe. When it comes to us, that uniform gives you about the same amount of immunity as the flu shot does. So why don't you learn your place, and learn it quickly." Quinn couldn't help the remaining parts of her head cheerleader persona that slipped out, but this girl was keen on pushing her buttons. Mandee batted her eyes and flashed a smile that to anyone else probably looked innocent and genuine, but the Unholy Trinity knew better.
"Oh come on, little old me didn't mean anything by it. I really only came over to get more familiar with my superiors." Her eyes focused on Santana and she bit her lip after she said that last part. Santana's ego was just happy that her reputation for being a sexy badass preceded her.
Before she could get a word in edgewise, the late bell rang signaling the start of their next period. Quinn growled before she grabbed Brittany's elbow and spun on her heels towards their shared class.
"Make sure you stop by Coach's office for that late pass, Fabray. Well, guess not, huh?" The taller girl questioned with a sarcastic pout. Quinn flipped her the bird in response. While the pair interacted, Santana was quick to side step the girl to get to her class a few feet away. She had just enough time to take the last seat next to Rachel and pull her notebook out before the teacher turned around to begin the lesson.
As soon as the teacher turned to write some key points on the board, Santana was quick to pass Rachel the note she'd just scrawled.
Didn't know we had so many classes together, Tiny. Rachel tried her hardest to keep a neutral face while reading the note from the frustrating cheerleader, but she couldn't help the softening of her features when she read the nickname. Looking up to see the Latina watching her, waiting for her response was enough to make Rachel roll her eyes affectionately.
I would've told you, but you were busy being MIA. Santana let out a puff of air that resembled a chuckle at the girl's response.
I also didn't know I was dealing with Sassy Rachel today. I told you I was sorry about that, but I can do so again if it'd make you feel better. Santana quirked a shapely eyebrow towards the other girl only to receive a shoulder shrug in response. Rachel folded up the paper with their notes on it and tucked it out of view in the front pocket of her binder.
Santana continued to stare at the girl hoping to peer pressure her into pulling the note back out until the teacher called on her to answer a question about the summer reading. Before long the bell rang signaling the end of class and Santana realized she didn't get to interact with the small soprano as much as she'd wanted to.
On her way to her last class before lunch, Santana's phone buzzed in the waistband of her Cheerios skirt.
iMessage from Tiny: I usually spend my lunches in the auditorium if you'd appreciate the lack of an audience.
iMessage to Tiny: I'll be there.
Santana's mood brightened considerably when she noticed she shared her only study hall with her two favorite blondes. Tossing her bookbag on the desk and sliding into the seat on the unoccupied side of Brittany, the brunette offered a slim pinky to her best friend. When Brittany completed the link Santana was quick to stick her tongue out at Quinn behind the dancer's back. Quinn sent a middle finger in her best frenemy's direction from her seat with combat boots crossed at the ankle atop her desk. Santana pulled her nail file out the side of her bookbag and settled down in a similar position once the teacher announced a round of icebreakers for the first day of class.
She'd spend the fifty minutes brainstorming some more solo ideas. Every now and again Santana caught her mind drifting to a little brunette songbird causing her to sigh quietly to herself.
What the hell is Rachel Berry doing to me?
A.N.: Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think! It fuels me!
