Tina and Quinn found themselves to be the first girls waiting in the room together.
"Hey Quinn, you're earlier than usual."
"Yeah well, being prompt is my thing."
Tina rolled her eyes, "Is that why you were late to almost every practice for the last two years?" She looked at the blonde who sat in the first row with knowing eyes.
"Fine." Quinn knew she was caught, but like she cared, "He's hot, and I ne-want him." Tina knew she was referring to Sam, "So why are you here early?" Quinn snapped back.
"I-I'm always here early." Tina got a little tense and began averting her eyes.
"Not unless you're with 'Cedes or Kurt and Blaine. 'Fess up, Rice bowl." Quinn had figured the asian's reason were the same as hers, and though she wasn't too worried, she didn't like having competition of any kind- especially when it came to her potential arm candy.
Coach Sylvester said that being the head cheerleader meant there were certain guidelines one was to follow on how to present herself and the dignity of the Cheerios. The student body also had a few expectations of their own for whoever was crowned Head of the squad. Since being appointed Captain her sophomore year (yes, she was that good), Quinn Fabray had nearly every expectation thrown at her down to the T. In the top 10% of her class, popular, beautiful, church with the picture perfect family every Sunday, etc etc. There was just that pesky "hot shot boyfriend" problem that she was constantly having. There would be potentials, but no one fit her bill. The last thing Quinn needed was unwanted publicity from the likes of Jacob Ben Israel (the school's version of Entertainment Weekly) or anyone else who liked to derail her reputation with gossip as to why she "couldn't keep a man around." Being at the very top had it's perks- but when you fall, it's a long way down. And Quinn wasn't looking to go skydiving with no 'chute any time soon. So when the opportunity to score a new catch came along, she was on it like white on rice.
Tina sighed, knowing Quinn wasn't an idiot, "Are you gonna make me say it?"
Quinn smirked, knowing she won and was right in her theory, "No. But you'd better watch out- I don't play nice when it comes to what I want."
Before Tina could get another word in, Mercedes and Mike Chang came waltzing in the door,
"Girl I was wondering where you were. I sent you a text." And with that Mercedes sat down next to Tina, leaving only one empty seat on the other side of her Asian bestie.
Tina had a sour smile on her face, noting that her chances of getting to sit next to Sam had just severely dropped, "Oh, I must have lost service and never got it."
Mike sat next to Quinn and before he could even finish saying hi to her, "Move!" She looked back at Tina with a face that said, "See. Don't play nice.", and turned back to face the front.
Mike's eyes widened while his head jerked back; he got up and decided to sit on the other side of Tina. While she internally face-palmed herself, she ignored the conversation Mike and Mercedes started having about Quinn's crazy sudden outburst; which Quinn also chose to ignore, given that she generally ignored anything most of the other members talked about anyways. It wasn't long before the rest of the group began shuffling in, filling up the seats until everyone was in the room, except Brittany.
Mr. Schuester walked in and headed for the whiteboard, but stopped before he began writing, "Hey Sam, where's your sister?"
"Uh, I'm not sure. We don't really keep track of one another...but our cat has a chip in him that does." his response was followed by quiet snickering.
"Right." Will let the word slowly fall out of his mouth. "Well, hopefully she turns up." He turned his attention back to the board and started writing out a short list of names: Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt, Finn.
"I thought about what Rachel said last practice and although, Santana," He looked over to her, "I really appreciated your readiness to perform a solo, it wouldn't be fair to just give it to you."
'Oh now he wants to play fair?' The cheerleader rolled her eyes.
"So I've decided that everyone whose name is not on this list needs to tryout for the leads in our performance at Sectionals." Will pointed back to the whiteboard then turned to look over the group with a grin on his face that said "I'm a genius."
"Come again?" Kurt asked in disbelief.
"I know I heard you incorrectly, right?" Mercedes asked with a displeased tone. Rachel's mouth was hanging too low to the ground to form words and Finn was just sitting there...not really caring.
"Look guys, we discussed on day one that this was our year to make changes. And for the past 2 years we've really only featured Kurt, Finn, Mercedes and Rachel as the leads."
"That is because we've proven that we're the best!" Rachel found her words and was growing more tired of Mr. Schuester's "let's play fair" game by the minute.
"Exactly! Besides, we're the only ones who ever volunteer anyways. And for the record, I've only been showcased three- maybe four times." Kurt's face narrowed slightly in growing agitation.
"Guys! We aren't arguing about this!" Will raised his voice, "I'm giving everyone on this list a chance to finally step out of their comfort zones and show us how great they can perform if given the chance when we go to Sectionals." He was calm again, "This is a whole new year, and we're gonna have a whole new game plan."
"What game are we playing?" Brittany entered the room; her voice was filled with excitement.
"Seriously?" Puck asked with a questioning look.
"Hey Brittany, where have you been?", Mr. Schue asked.
"Well I got turned around on the way here, so I stopped the giant wearing a track suit to ask where the choir room was." Everyone looked at her in confusion, except Sam- but he was used to her language, "She told me she'd take me, but when she opened the door and shoved me inside, I realized I was locked in a closet full of cleaning stuff."
"Did this giant have short, dirty blonde hair?" Mr. Schuester pretty much knew where this was going.
"Actually..." Brittany gazed out in space to think about it, "Yes."
Will sighed, "That's Coach Sylvester...just try avoiding her." He shot a glance over to Quinn and Santana, who were giving each other sly smirks from across the room. It was sort of a mean thing to do, but they always found Sue's petty, unending attempts to sabotage any part of the glee club humorous.
"Why didn't you call me Brittany?" Sam felt bad, he would've been able to help her.
"Lord Tubbington hid my phone." The entire club looked completely confused, "That's my cat." The confusing looks deepened, but didn't phase Brittany.
"How'd you manage to get out?" Blaine had to hear this.
"I guess after calling out Hello for a while, the janitor heard me. He opened the door and gave me the right directions."
"Oh." The group answered in unison. Not as good as hearing about the cat, but they were certain these tangents wouldn't be too scarce if Brittany decided to stick around.
"Well at least you made it out safely. You can take a seat now Brittany." Mr. Schuester continued as Brittany went and took the only seat available, next to Santana. "Alright guys, now we're goin-"
Santana automatically tuned out anything Will was saying to the class once Brittany sat down next to her. "Did you seriously say your cat hid your phone?" She asked in a hushed voice.
Brittany looked at her as if her question were stupid, "Yeah, he does stuff like that all the time. Once, he moved my car from our driveway down to Sam's friend Silas' house several doors down from ours."
Santana had the most questioning look on her face, "They let you drive?"
"Who?" The sincerity in her face never diminishing.
"Anyone?"
"Santana." Mr. Schue caught the girl mid-thought, "Since you seem to be more interested in talking with Brittany than helping the class decide possible song ideas for Sectionals, I assume you already have one you'd like to share with the group?"
She rolled her eyes, but wasn't about to get punked by a 30-something year old with a butt chin, "Actually, I do." She got up and stood in the middle of the room, looked to the drummer, "You already know." With a nod from the drummer the beat kicked off,
Santana: "Ten years livin' in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes Ruehl, and a rented lear
Bottom feeder insincere
Prophet lo-fi pioneer
Sell the house and go to school
Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel"
Mercedes and Quinn stepped down to help back up the Cheerio with vocals as they all danced around,
"A change, would do you good
A change, would do you good
I think a change, would do you good."
Santana pointed at Puck as she danced and sang, knowing it would affect him; which it did. She could tell by the pursing of his lips, and it was hilarious.
"Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
Scully and Angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling buddy on the ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by the radar range
Hello it's me, I'm not at home
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone!
A change, would do you good
A change, would do you good
A change, would do you good
A change, would do you good"
The music ended, as did the girls dancing, and they all went back to their seats as the rest of the group applauded the performance.
Mr. Schuester came to the middle of the room again, "That was great Santana."
"Oh I know." She replied quickly with a smirk
"But I'm not quite sure it's strong enough to get us past Sectionals."
"Uhm-" Santana was not pleased, and Mr. S could definitely tell- he quickly backed up his statement for fear of chaotic outburst,
"I-I'm not saying you aren't strong enough..but this is why I want you all to take some time to think about a song that's really moving."
"Fine. Whatever." She wasn't all that mad; the song was off of a whim, but she wasn't going to let anyone know that.
While Mr. Schue kept babbling about the power of a great song, Brittany leaned over to Santana, "I thought you were hot."
As she whispered barely inches from Santana's ear, the brunette quickly turned her head to see a shyly smiling Brittany and for the first time in a long while- she didn't know what to say. It's not like the blonde said something insulting, and she'd heard that she was hot plenty of times, but Santana Lopez found herself being caught off guard by this curious girl. So caught off guard that she didn't notice the only thing coming out of her mouth was, "Uhh...", paired with a raised and questioning eyebrow.
Brittany giggled, "You're cute." And turned back to listen to Mr. Schuester.
'Ok seriously? Did I just do that stupid "uhhh" thing that all the guys do when I talk to them? What the hell is up with me?' Santana internally thought as she crossed her arms and tried to focus on the rest of Mr. Schuester's lesson.
"Ok guys, I think that's it for today. Remember, all of your solos and, or duets are to be performed by three weeks from now." Everyone sort of just nodded and parted ways, while Mike decided to stick behind. He walked up to Will who was sorting through papers by his desk, "Hey Mr. Schuester?"
"Hey Mike. What can I do for you?"
"Um, w-well I was just wondering...is trying out for leads...mandatory?" Mike looked nervous as Will chuckled.
"Well yes. That was the whole point of the assignment."
"Oh," he looked down at his scuffed Converse.
"Is there something wrong?" Mr. Schue was confused; everyone always wanted the lead- didn't they?
"It's just that...I'm a dancer. And well, when I joined I kinda just assumed that's really all I'd be doing- aside from quietly joining in on the choruses and stuff."
Will nodded, "And your dancing is outstanding, Mike but I want you to take this as an opportunity to work on your singing abilities too. I mean, none of us have every really heard your voice, right? Even when you auditioned with Puck and Matt you danced around them while they sang."
"That's because I know I'm no good at it." His father always implied "if you aren't great there's no point" in anything he did.
"Yeah but how can you know that if you don't try singing out in front of other people?" Will wasn't going to let the dancer give up on himself, "And no one in here is going to judge you, no matter what the outcome of your performance will be."
Mike shrugged, "I guess, yeah."
"Which I'm sure will turn out as excellent as your moves." He gave Mike a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "Look, if you're really worried, why don't you ask one of the kids in the club to help you out? I'm sure there's someone who can give you some great direction."
"That could work..." It was probably better than making a complete fool of himself. "Thanks Mr. Schue."
Tina sat with Mercedes and Artie at their usual table near the back of the cafeteria. She could barely keep up with conversation while she continued to eye Sam from the second he walked in, as he threw every plate he saw on his tray, and wandered the area for a place to sit. His lost looks caused her to perk up.
'This is my chance', "Hey Sam!" She blurted out, startling Mercedes and Artie who were too busy talking to notice her drooling over the new kid. The blonde looked around and spotted Tina waving him over towards the trio. He smiled in relief.
"Hey guys", he said with a smile.
"You looked a little lost", Tina's face was almost glowing as she swiftly moved her bag out of the seat next to her.
"Yeah...cool if I join y'all?" He placed his tray down once receiving a nod from the trio, "Thanks."
"So how do you like Ohio so far?" Tina quickly asked, surprising Mercedes and Artie with her sudden interest in starting up a conversation.
"Well it isn't all that bad. I mean there was way more stuff to do back in Cali, but it's peaceful...and a lot less hot."
"Oh I bet it's so hot." Tina let out a nervous laugh, "So have you made other friends yet?"
"Well not really, I usually keep to myself anyways bu-"
Tina kind of zoned out as she gazed up at the green eyed stud sitting before her; head in hand and all. 'Nice, quiet type. So sexy. I have to make sure Quinn doesn't ge-'
"-uh, Tina?" Sam was wondering why she was staring a bit awkwardly. He turned to Mercedes, "Is there something on my face?" Then gave his mouth a wipe over with his sleeve.
"Tina?" Artie slightly whispered in a sing song way, "Tinaaaa", he was confused as to why the girl was just sitting, opened eyed but apparently dazed.
She snapped back to reality, "Oh, ha, sorry- I was, thinking...about glee stuff." 'Smooth. Real smooth.' As Artie started off another topic with Sam, she looked down in slight embarrassment while Mercedes giggled a bit to herself; she knew what was going on.
Rachel sat her tray down and sat next to Finn's, "Hello my handsome, handsome beau." Completing her sentence with a kiss to his cheek.
Finn smiled as he leaned into it, "Hey Rachel."
"So. I was thinking we could go on a date Friday after your game- like a double date."
Finn's smile slowly got smaller, "Friday? Like, this Friday?"
"Yes, silly. With Blaine and Kurt. There's a new Taylor Lautner movie coming out and we're all dying to see it."
The smile was getting even smaller, "Ah, well, Puck's having a party after the game and I was sort of hoping to go to that..", he was worried about the response he was about to get.
"Oh- but you know how I feel about parties, they aren't exactly my scene."
"W-ye-yeah but I figured, you know, I'm gonna be there, it'll be cool."
His words were not convincing to Rachel, or settling, "I don't know. Wouldn't you rather spend the night gawking at-", she realized who she was talking to, "-me? While we're at the movies?" She turned to him with a smile in hopes of convincing him.
"You know, as fun as watching Taylor Lautner whine about something for 2 hours sounds, I'd really rather go to Puck's."
"I will have you know that it is an action movie." Rachel's voice started speeding up- which wasn't good for Finn.
"He's still gonna be whining in it..."
"And that it would be an excellent time to catch up with our friends."
"But, we see them in glee club all the time. Besides, yeah they're cool and all, but they're kinda more your friends, aren't they?"
Rachel was becoming impatient with Finn's aversions and excuses, "So you don't want to go?" Her voice was cold and straight forward.
"Nope."
"Fine. Go to your party and I will go have a wonderful night with Kurt and Blaine, by myself."
Finn smiled, "Alright- thanks Rachel."
As he tried to kiss her cheek, his lips were smooshed against the diva's hand. She then stood up, "I'll be having a wonderful lunch by myself as well." And with that, she grabbed her tray and walked out of the cafeteria, presumably towards the choir room, her own little sanctuary. Finn just sat there, arms out in question. 'What the hell is her deal?'
The slushy facial count for Rachel had been increasingly dropping off since freshman year- she hadn't even gotten one this year (yet), but the star still had reason to worry. Years of abuse via dyed ice wasn't something one simply forgot about overnight. And just because those facials weren't coming in on the daily like they first were didn't mean she was being any more accepted by her peers. Sure she had been dating the quarterback for some time now, and the New Directions were slowly crawling up the social latter with each new trophy they brought in, but that didn't negate the fact that the majority of the school still thought Rachel was just a weirdo who liked to sing and had a knack for dramatics. What would happen if she just showed up at a party that was reserved for the 'penthouse socialites' of McKinley? That was something she was scared to find out. And she wondered how long she could maintain her paranoia around Finn before it ruined their already less than perfect relationship. It took so long for them to finally get together stably and officially, and she wasn't about to throw it all away over something like that.
Brittany got her food and began scanning the room for any friendly and familiar face. Sitting alone for lunch was not something she was used to; and though she could sit with Sam, she didn't like feeling like she was tagging onto him like a safety blanket. As she searched, her eyes caught the back of a wavy, dark high-pony. A smile spread across her face as she made her way towards the owner of said pony. When she arrived at the table she sat her tray down next to her new...friend? She wasn't sure what to call the girl just yet, but she hoped.
"Hey Santana." As she sat and flashed the girl a smile, she noticed another familiar face also at the table, "Oh hey Quinn.", giving a second smile.
"Hey..." The word dragging as it passed her lips, "..Brittany right?" Santana replied with a slight smile- in surprise to Quinn and the other girls at the table.
"Santana." Quinn quickly snapped the girl into reality, causing the Latina to quickly turn her head back to Quinn.
"What?" She asked with a shrug.
Brittany noticed the attitude in Quinn's voice, "Is something wrong?"
Quinn shut her eyes for a nano second, her thoughts already processing, and opened them with a tugged grin, "I just- I'm so sore from Cheerios this morning and I forgot to get milk while I was in line. I'm such a lazy ass.." The blonde pulled out a five dollar bill quickly from her purse, "Brittany would you totally mind doing me a favor and getting me some?" She slid the bill over to Brittany with the sweetest smile she could conjure in her insincere state.
"Oh, yeah no problem." Brittany flashed a quick grin and walked away from the table to get back in the lunch line.
Santana waited until the girl was out of ear shot, "What the hell was that? You don't even like milk." Quinn was all over the place in a matter of 20 seconds and the Latina knew something had to be up.
"Maybe you hit your head recently, but only Cheerios sit at this table and I know you know that rule." The captain glared at her second in command for only an instant, "I was about to set that girl straight but then I realized what a stupid move that would be."
So maybe she was attempting to be sorta nice for a change? 'Sue me.' "And why is that?" The blonde didn't do things she wouldn't normally do if it wasn't for outstanding reasons.
"How am I supposed to get that stud of a brother of hers if I'm a complete bitch to her right on the spot?" She answered like her friend had just asked the dumbest question in the world. The other girls at the table were quiet, but attentive as to what was happening. If Quinn had an order- they made sure to follow it.
"So you're being fake-nice to the new girl to get into her brother's pants?" Santana knew Quinn would protect her rep even before saving a drowning kitten, but this seemed borderline desperate for her. The girl never played nice. Not with anybody. She would know- since 7th grade the two girls had had a number of choice words and a handful of fights with one another- and they were supposed to be best friends...or something of the sort.
"That's a little crude San. I'm not trying to jump his guns, I just need a nice new boy and he's the one I want. So yes, we're all," She looked around the table at the few other cheerleaders sitting with them, "going to make nice and let the cretin sit with us for as long as it takes. Got it ladies?" She returned the giggles and nods received from the other girls with a raised eyebrow and devilish grin.
"You're fucked up Fabray." The Latina shook her head. Yes, Santana was a bitch- but that was to people who deserved it; and most of them did, but this girl was fresh off the plane from...where was she from again? She at least deserved to get settled in a little before getting wrapped up in one of Quinn's devious schemes.
Before Quinn could get another word in Brittany was already sitting back down at the table, handing her a carton of milk and change. She looked over with an almost sour smile, "Thanks Brittany."
"No problem." She smiled and began eating the food on her plate.
Santana just rolled her eyes as she got up and headed out of the cafeteria.
All of the girls watched the raven haired cheerleader while she walked away. "Is she alright?" Brittany asked with concern.
Quinn shrugged like she didn't care, and she probably didn't, "I think she got sick or something."
Brittany's lips fell into a slight frown, "Aren't you gonna go check on her?"
"I'm more than certain she'll be fine." The head cheerleader quickly replied before turning to another Cheerio to discuss routines to perform for the football game.
"Look. I don't wanna have to whoop your ass again Z."
Santana had walked out into the hallway to get away for a minute from the bullshit-fest that had started up with Quinn. As she was about to round the corner she could hear a couple familiar voices and decided to step back and listen in from the other side of the lockers- this could get interesting.
"That was a fluke Red Pants! I got something in my eye and couldn't see for shit." She could hear Azimio getting frustrated.
"Yeah- you got Blaine's fist in your eye!"
'Oh, Porcelain...wait. Blaine's fist?' The Latina was definitely interested now.
"Listen gay boy." Z's voice had raised slightly, "Maybe it's been a while since you been around normal people what with you being in that glee club and all- but this ain't the school of the glee and home of the gay. So next time you decide you wanna swap spit with ya boy here-" She heard a body slam against a locker, "Find somewhere else to do it!"
There were feet scuffling against the tile, "Blaine! Blaine, calm down.."
Santana quickly came from around the corner to see Azimio walking past her back towards the cafeteria with a scowl on his face and Kurt holding Blaine back from going in the direction the jock was heading. Blaine, who normally dawned a sweet smile on his face looked like he was seething.
"Are you guys ok?" Santana asked as she walked up to them.
"Oh, hey Santana..." Kurt looked surprised to see her, as did Blaine, and the two separated; Blaine's face instantly relaxed.
"What was all that about?" She didn't want to come out and say she was totally eavesdropping, so she hoped they wouldn't question her question.
Blaine shook his head, "We just.." his cheeks flushed slightly, "got caught up in the moment and that giant ass found us here in the hall with our tongues tied." Kurt quickly looked over to Blaine, his eyes widening at the bluntness in his statement.
He looked from Blaine back to the girl in front of them, "Needless to say, he was none too pleased with our hallway PDA."
Santana nodded, "And..." Eh, who cares. Latinas are notoriously nosy anyways..."What was that about Blaine's fist and Azimio's eye?" She asked with a grin.
Quinn had no real intention of becoming buddy-buddy with Brittany, and it was pretty evident with the way the new girl was basically being ignored while sitting at the table with the Cheerios. So when Brittany got up without a word and walked away, Quinn wasn't too bothered. She only briefly let her eyes follow the blonde as she made her way across the room towards the doors leading out to the hallway.
A wicked smile grew on both boys' faces, "I might've totally kicked his ass over the summer when him and Karofsky thought it'd be fun to harass us in the movie theater parking lot."
"Seriously!" She couldn't hold the laugh that came flying out of her mouth. The guys started chuckling as well.
"It was pretty epic." Kurt added.
"Well, Mr. Anderson...I didn't know you had it in you." Santana gave him a proud smile. If they were going to be given shit for being out and proud at least they could dish it right back. Well, at least Blaine could...and Kurt would be there for moral support and backtalk.
"Ha, thanks- I didn't actually want to fight but he just kept at it and..well I just thought he needed to be taught a lesson. Luckily for me, my older brother is an expert in Krav Maga so he taught me all about defending myself."
"Doesn't seem like he learned much." The Latina remarked, "But at least your bro taught you Tai Chi or Krack Magic or whatever."
They laughed and shook their heads, "One day they'll realize how ridiculous they are." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, "Well, we're off to catch the rest of lunch. Bye San."
She giggled as they walked away, "By boys- stay out of trouble!"
Just as they went around the corner she could hear them talking with a third person, but couldn't make out the voice. When she saw blue eyes come from the other side of the wall, Santana looked around for a moment wondering why the blonde was out there instead of in the cafeteria "befriending" the Queen Bee.
"Hey are you ok?" Brittany asked with concern in her voice.
"Uh..yeah, I'm fine." Santana was confused by her question.
"Quinn said you got sick." She was now standing directly in front of the shorter girl, examining her all over with her eyes.
'Real slick, Quinn.' San just shook her head, "It was nothing, I'm good." She nodded with a barely-there smile to prove that she was fine.
"Oh..ok.." Britt looked down at the floor. "I guess that's why she didn't care to check on you." She looked back up into deep brown pools.
"Look, she just...with Quinn.." She tore her eyes away from the zaffre eyes that were boring into her own, shifting in her stance slightly and looking at anything that wasn't blue.
A grin formed on Brittany's face, "Uh huh..."
The Cheerio sighed, not knowing how to explain the complexity of Quinn without telling the girl's life story. Though still annoyed with her captain after that little plot she conjured up, she didn't want to throw her friend totally under the bus. "It's just probably a better idea if you don't hang around Quinn ok?"
"But you-" She stopped for a moment and the look of realization came across her face, "Ohh. I get it." She nodded and turned around, walking away.
"Wait, where are you going?" Santana wasn't sure what just happened for the girl to just start walking off.
Brittany turned around but didn't walk back, "Y'all are the cool kids and I'm the new girl that nobody talks to. This is high school...doesn't take an idiot to figure out what that means." She didn't look upset, and from her voice she seemed un-phased.
'Isn't the phrase Doesn't take a Genius?' San wondered for a moment before she shook the thought away, "No, Brittany, that's not it." 'Yeah it pretty much is you liar.' If she was going to be admired she figured being at least a little bit nicer...to some people, was the way to go.
"It's fine Santana. I'll go tag with Sam and the other glee kids, they seem really nice." She smiled a little and started to turn around and walk away again.
Now she was sort of offended. 'And what do I seem like? A horrid wench? I was being nice.' "Quinn's just kind of a sneaky bitch ok?" Her eyes widened for a moment at the sudden word vomit. 'So much for not throwing her under the bus.' Better Quinn than Santana though. San was actually trying to improve her image while Quinn just wanted in New Guy's pants and was willing to fake-friend his sister to get there.
Brittany stopped abruptly and turned around to find Santana walking up to her. "What would that have to do with anything? She doesn't even know me."
Well she wasn't going to tell the girl everything. "Let's just say she likes fresh meat."
Britt laughed a little, "Are y'all even really friends?" From the brief interaction between the two girls, she wasn't sure what to think.
The Latina nodded, letting out a small laugh, "Pretty much best friends..on a good day, kinda. We're just a little too honest about some things for our own good." She shrugged then continued, "And I'm telling you for your own good, don't hang around Quinn."
"So why do you?" The blonde was curious now.
"Because I've known her for so long that she knows if she crosses me I'll explode her." Santana grinned deviously.
"Does that mean I shouldn't hang around you either? That we can't be friends?" Brittany raised an eyebrow, challenge etched across her face.
"No." Could she have responded any faster? "I-I mean, if you wanna hang around or whatever...that's cool." 'Wow Lopez since when are you desperate for friends?'...oh yeah, since most of yours aren't real friends.'
"Good."
She smiled and made San realize she was staring at those eyes again. Probably because she'd never seen any that blue in person before. 'Still acting creepy..' She cleared her throat, "Um, you wanna like..go back I guess?"
"To Quinn's table?" There was teasing in her voice.
"Didn't we just have this conversation?" The Cheerio smirked.
"I know, I was kidding. I'll be going back to Sam so you can have fun trying not to explode your friend." Her smile not faltering.
She just rolled her eyes, "I think I've had enough of Quinn today to get me through the rest of lunch. Lets go find our own table and you can tell me where that 'y'all' word came from." Just because Santana was trying the whole "nice" thing out, didn't mean she was ready to slum it with half of the glee kids for lunch. Other people had eyes and she wasn't trying to demote her rep, simply improve it.
Britt giggled, "Alright."