A/N: Prompt from an anon; protective Brittany. Thanks!
Brittany pulls Santana up and away. "Stop," she whispers harshly into her ear, pushing her into Sam. Still spitting and snarling, Santana barely registers what's going on, Sam's tight, "Santana," the only thing alerting her to the fact that her girlfriend is walking up to Azimio.
"You slushied Santana," Brittany states, tilting her head.
"Yeah, so?" Azimio laughs, and Santana growls again, Sam barely holding on.
Brittany draws herself up straight. "I'm the student council president."
"Again, so?"
"So." Brittany crosses her arms. "You're off the football team."
Azimio's jaw drops. "You can't do that."
Brittany's voice lowers, "Try me."