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Important: I need a name for Brittany's sister (as she hasn't been given one in the show yet). If we find out her name before the chapter I need it for is posted, I won't need one. But I highly doubt that it will happen. Name help? Please?
Also, I'm apprently going on a road trip... to Yellowstone National Park, so no writing for me (as I get to drive most of it).
Chapter 8 – Interlude - Sue
As a personal rule Sue Sylvester is never surprised, it's in her journal, rule 251: Sue Sylvester is never surprised, those words exactly. Sue was convinced that if there was a book that held all the rules that dictated the world, it would be number 1960. But the very same girl who had disrupted this rule that was once constant and true had surprised her again. Two years ago, she about this girl, this Santana, the girl who the students considered the devil himself. Naturally, Sue was curious about someone who could inspire such fear as to earn her the name of "Satan" that would be whispered in hushed voices when the girl walked past. From what she had seen during the fall scouting for potential Cheerios in the 8th grade class, Sue had to grudgingly acknowledge that the girl appeared to have earned her reputation. But something bugged her, and she trusted her instincts, there was more to this girl than met the eye. She'd have to keep an eye on this one and find out exactly what she was hiding. If everything people said about Santana Lopez was true, this could be a great opportunity for another recruit, if not well she'd just let her go. Sue's chance came the following year, after hearing about the girl's thieving habit; it was time to put her own acting skills to the test. It was time to shake things up.
"You! Lopez," Sue yelled at Santana who was sitting outside the choir room. "You took something of my, I want it back."
A look of disbelief shot across her victim's face before settling into a look of indifference. In fact the facial expression was so brief that if Sue hadn't been scrutinizing the girl for a reaction, she might have missed it. Aha! There is more to this girl than she thought, let's see exactly how much.
"Prove it," Santana challenged.
"I don't take that kind of talk from anyone. I catch little thieves like you and eat them for breakfast. And that's just to warm up."
"Whatever," said Santana rolling her eyes.
"My office. Now." Growled Sue as the girl started to walk away. "I said 'Now!' Lopez!"
"Your office is this way," Santana pointed out blandly, gesturing in the direction she'd been walking.
Sue not about to admit that this girl was right, and dragged her off in the opposite direction. Upon arrival at the office, Sue shoved the girl through the door before closing it loudly. She circled her prey once, before seating herself behind her desk.
"Now Lopez, I'm willing to make you a deal. Just give it back and we can put the whole thing behind us. I'll even be generous and pretend it never happened."
"What exactly did I supposedly "borrow"?"
"My journal," Sue stated.
"You're what?"
"You can't fool me Lopez, I know you have it. I have it on good authority that you know where it is."
"Knowing where it is and taking it are two different things."
"I suppose not, but here's the beauty of it Lopez. I. Don't. Care." Sue said enunciating the last three words.
"Get my journal back for me, and I won't pursue the person who really did take it." Sue threatened.
"I took it, I'll go get it right now. I just can't believe you caught me," Santana said. Sue wasn't convinced, that was too fast of a confession. She was surprised everything about the girl said that she looked out only for herself and no one else. But here and now, this girl's protecting someone, she had them all fooled. Exactly how much of these rumors around the school where lies or exaggerations? Her opinion of this kid rose higher.
"Tell you what kid, I don't care who took it, get it back and on my desk tomorrow, and I won't pursue this line of inquiry. Deal?"
The girl on the other side of the desk seemed to evaluate her before answering, "Deal."
"Good, now get out of here you're stinking up my office," Sue ordered the girl. Lopez glared in her direction before leaving. After the girl had left her office, Sue took out her journal that had been carefully concealed underneath one of the draws.
'I wonder what she'll do next,' Sue mused to herself. She began writing in her journal, just to pass the time until the teen came bursting through her office door.
Santana left the office in a hurry, she only knew one person in the school would be so reckless. Puck. Oh for Gods sake Puckerman, what the hell did you do this time. This was not funny; this antic wasn't even mildly amusing. You don't annoy the most volatile teacher in the history of the school. It's just stupid. Wait a second, Santana stopped halfway to the football field. Puckerman may be stupid, but he's not that stupid. That teacher, she had to hand it to her, she was good, very good. But even that knowledge didn't make Santana any less angry. Turning around, she headed back to the office, plan trying to formulate in her mind.
Sue stared at the door. 'Any minute now. Ah yes. Five, four, three, two, one.' She could hear the teen a mile away as Santana was apparently taking out her anger on every locker she could come across. Just as Sue got to "one", the door was kicked open 'Right on time.'
"You," hissed Santana leaned over the desk and stared straight into Sue's eyes. "You." Santana sputtered, her anger appeared to have taken away her ability speak. She turned around and slammed the door shut. "You have some nerve, pulling that shit."
"I was just answering a puzzle I've been trying to solve." Sue said calmly.
"Answer? What fucking answer do I have that you wanted so badly?" How could this teacher be so damn condescending?
"Sit down."
"Fuck you." Santana felt anything but cooperative.
"You want answers? Sit down." Santana glared in response, anyone with a lesser backbone would have flinched but Sue looked evenly back.
Santana pulled the chair back violently and it settled back on the ground with a clang, the chair hit the ground. As much as she wanted to mess up the face of the person sitting directly across from her, attacking a teacher was more trouble than the satisfaction of doing so was worth. Besides she wanted answers, she knew this teacher doesn't do shit for nothing. Clinching her fists tightly, she glared at Sue from across the desk. Santana knew she had to calm down, she forced herself to relax; she needed to be civil, the coach had more power here. Besides, she couldn't do anything if she was too on edge, fighting had taught her that. Keep yourself on guard but keep relaxed in anticipation for the next move, think clearly, don't let the other person shake you up. Here she was in a room with an unknown enemy, given the circumstances she figured that she should learn more about this teacher, this notorious Sue Sylvester.
Sue watched the girl take a relaxed pose, her black belts in five different types of martial arts told her that there were few openings for physical attacks, besides that she had to admire the Latina's self control. The girl was sizing her up; it only proved to Sue that the Sylvester instinct was top notch. This kid was a keeper. "I've got a proposition for you, Lopez. I won't tell anyone that you're not as bad as you pretend to be, if you do some menial labor for me."
"Hell no," was the immediate reply. "You have your Cheerios to do your dirty work. Besides if you do that, I'll just prove it to everybody how 'not bad' I really am." Starting with your Cheerios, was implied. Sue blinked, no one turned her down. Much less threatened her Cheerios, girl's got balls. Oh yes, she liked her.
"I have some… matters that can't be done by my cheerleaders. And despite your attitude Lopez, from what I've seen I think we could work well together. I scratch your back; you scratch mine. You'd be a fool not to see the advantages." Sue watched Lopez scowl while she thought it over, the girl was still angry but she was able to think clearly, another trait to add to the growing list of why she should like this adolescent. Sue had a feeling she learned more about the girl in the past few minutes than most people ever could, all those years in CIA interrogation profiling taught her well.
"I'm not joining your peppy little cheer squad," Santana said seriously.
"I'm not asking you to." Sue didn't need that, "What I want from you is someone with your abilities to help me where my 'peppy little cheer squad', as you call it, can't. I need someone on the outside."
"What's in this for me?"
"I'm sure someone with your intellect can think of something." Sue watched the realization dawn within the Santana's eyes, oh yes, she knew the girl's grade point average. "You're smart, driven from what I've seen, I can use someone like you. Someone who knows how to manipulate the system."
"I'll think it over," Santana said after several minutes, "This… proposition of yours could be useful."It would be convenient if she had this person's power backing her.
"Take your time," Sue said. "But in the meantime, get the hell out of my office."
Sue knew she could use this girl to her advantage. This kid was smart, she didn't rush in, maybe she should try to get her to join the Cheerios. A week later, Santana came in a presented a reasonable arrangement with a few minor attachments that Sue was agreed to under one condition, she got to call the girl "minion".
A/N: I know I said that Santana didn't ever get caught before, but as far as the school knows she had never been caught before. Besides even if it had been known around the school, it was corrected and they were told that it was all a misunderstanding, so in a way she wasn't really caught, and the general population forgot the entire incident (mostly because no one witnessed it).
If you have any suggestions on where this should go or critiques feel free to tell me. I may or may not use the suggestions, but I will take seriously the critiques I am given. If I do use a suggestion I will thank you in the chapter I use it in (unless I was already heading there).