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"Seriously," Quinn said to Santana as they left the cafeteria, "what the hell is up with you? You were acting weird earlier, and even weirder at lunch. Are you okay? Like... you're not... pregnant or anything, right?"
Santana scrunched up her face and scoffed at her best friend. "No, Fabray, I'm not pregnant. Why would you assume that?"
Quinn raised her arms defensively. "Sorry, sorry! I just... I started acting really weird when I got pregnant."
"Well, I'm not you, blondie. And just so you know, I actually haven't slept with anyone in months," Santana snapped at Quinn. The blonde raised an eyebrow at her, seeming surprised.
"Oh really? Has someone finally learned to hold back her inner slut?" Quinn asked sarcastically. Santana rolled her eyes.
"I'm not a slut. And anyway, you can't say that. You got knocked up last year, remember?" Santana snapped back at her, walking faster towards their lockers.
"Yeah, but that was my first time. And I haven't even had sex since then," Quinn told her. "Haven't you slept with most of the guys at this school?"
"I'm not having this conversation," Santana told her loudly, seeing as the blonde was now falling behind her. Quinn sped up, trying to catch up with the Latina.
"Fine, whatever. You're not pregnant, and you're finally learning how to abstain," Quinn summed up. "So, is that why you're being weird? Not enough sex?"
"Oh my god, Fabray, do you ever shut up?" Santana growled, stopping at her locker and beginning to unlock it.
"I'll stop guessing things if you just tell me why you're acting so weird. Maybe you can start with why you're avoiding the topic," Quinn suggested.
Santana looked at the blonde and shook her head. "Seriously, I'm not 'avoiding the topic'. There's nothing weird going on about me. Maybe you're the one acting weird. You sure you're not pregnant again?"
As she turned back to her locker, she saw a flash of blue hair moving down the hallway in her peripheral vision. She turned her head, and saw Dani moving through the hallway, probably to her locker.
"I'm not pregnant, Santana," Quinn snapped at her. "Don't even joke about that."
Santana turned her head to look at her best friend, but really she was really watching Dani behind the blonde. She wanted to see if her locker was nearby. "Whatever, blondie, I'm completely normal."
Quinn turned around and scanned the people moving through the hallway. "Who the hell are you looking at?"
"I'm not looking at anyone!" Santana exclaimed, raising her voice. "Lay off me, Fabray. Stop questioning my every action as if one of them is going to set off a bomb."
The Latina went to open her locker, but found that her mind was foggy from seeing Dani and that she couldn't remember her combo. She cleared it a couple of times, before she finally remembered and opened it.
Shit. That used to happen with Brittany.
Santana pushed that thought away. She wasn't going to let Dani get to her head, or anywhere near her heart. Sure, she found herself attracted to her, and she was pretty sure she'd been flirting with her, but it couldn't happen. She was a senior, anyway. Santana wasn't big on dating people older than her. Was she?
She grabbed her things and left Quinn in the dust. She had her theater class next. It was honestly her favorite class. She loved to act, and she even liked that Rachel and Kurt were in it. They were actually the only two people she really knew in that class, and over the first month and half or so of school that had passed already, she had actually become friends with them.
She walked into the theater class room and approached Rachel and Kurt, who were talking about something Glee related. "Hey, dwarf, Lady-Face."
"Hey, Santana," Rachel returned, hardly fazed by the insult. "How are you today?"
Santana shrugged. "Today's kind of rough." The one thing she liked about being friends with Rachel and Kurt were that they didn't spill her every word to someone else, like Quinn did. They didn't judge her either, and to be honest, she'd probably come out to them first, if she had to.
"Oh, why? I noticed you were a little off today during lunch," Rachel admitted. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," Santana answered. "It's just—"
Her sentence caught in her throat when she saw a girl with a familiar head of blue hair step into the room and approach the theater teacher, Ms. Mongolia. Her eyes widened and then she snapped them back to her friends.
"U-um, sorry," Santana apologized. Kurt glanced at Dani, and quirked up an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it at all. "I guess I'm just not in a great mood today. Quinn is bugging the crap out of me."
"Are you still going to Glee today?" Kurt wondered, worried.
Santana pretended to hesitate, even though she knew she was going to go to Glee. It was literally the best part of her day, even if she didn't say so. "I guess so. A little music might cheer me up."
"Music heals everything," Rachel promised with a wide smile, and then Santana noticed that Dani was coming their way. She bit her lip, but tried not seem like she was acting weird. The last thing she needed was for Rachel to be bothering her trying to figure out what was up with her alongside Quinn.
"Hey, Santana," Dani said, taking the chair next to the Latina, on the opposite side from where Rachel was sitting with Kurt next to him. Santana turned towards the senior.
"Hey," Santana responded, smiling.
"Who's this?" Rachel asked curiously, looking at Dani with interest.
"Danielle," the blue-haired girl answered, giving the brunette a small smile.
"Nice to meet you, Danielle! I'm Rachel, this is Kurt," she said. Santana felt a groan coming, but she suppressed it. Why did Dani have to be in one of Santana's classes that also had Rachel and Kurt in it? This was so not Santana's scene, Dani was going to think she was insane.
"Likewise," Dani told them, smiling. She seemed very charismatic, and she spoke so eloquently.
Rachel got involved in a conversation with Kurt about something, and Santana turned so that she was fully facing Dani. "How's your first day going so far?'
"Pretty good. Most of my classes kind of suck though," Dani admitted with a shrug. "Pre-calc is a pain in the ass, not that it ever wasn't, and my AP Physics class is full of total morons."
"Most people at this school are morons. Try to get used to it," Santana suggested.
"Who are the few people here that aren't morons, then?" Dani questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I guess that depends on your viewpoint. To most people, it's the Cheerios and the football players I guess," Santana answered.
"You're a Cheerio, aren't you?" Dani asked, looking at Santana's uniform. "Are you saying that they're morons?"
"Most of them," Santana admitted with a laugh. "I don't know, most of my friends are actually the jokes of the school, but I still manage to stay a little higher up on top."
"Wow, you should write a book. Lame and cool at the same time? Awesome," Dani joked with a laugh.
Santana rolled her eyes with a smile. "I'm in Glee Club," she offered for explanation. "It's really not a lame club, but everyone thinks that the people in it are losers."
"Are they losers?"
Santana turned to her friends behind her, and heard that they were ranting about Barbra Streisand or something. She turned back to Dani. "Yes, yes they are. But in a way, they're totally cooler than anyone else at school. Glee Club isn't just a club, it's the only place most of them can be themselves without being judged."
"So what about you? Why are you in Glee Club?" Dani asked curiously, resting her elbow on her knee and propping her chin up on her hand like she seemed to do a lot. Damn, that's so cute. Santana blinked. Holy shit, Lopez, stop.
"It's the only place I can be myself," Santana admitted, putting herself into the "most of them" group she'd just spoken about. "Or at least, mostly myself."
"Mostly yourself?" Dani asked quizzically, raising her eyebrows. But then Ms. Magnolia began to speak, and Dani and Santana turned in their seats so that they were facing forward.
Santana really liked talking to Dani. It felt easy, although she was freaking out anyway. But she hated the feeling she had in her stomach, even still. The little butterflies, moving around too quickly and too forcefully. She couldn't crush on Dani. She couldn't crush on anyone.
She gave Dani a sideways glance, and then faced the teacher again. Sighing, she leaned back in her seat.
Easier said than done.
After theater, Santana just had US History and the home economics class that she was only taking because her mom had forced her. She said it was "muy importante' for her to learn to be an adult.
"What do you have sixth and seventh?" Santana wondered, a few minutes before the bell. On one hand, she wanted her to have home-ec with her, but on the other, she really didn't. Two classes and staring at each other at lunch was probably all of the Dani that Santana could handle without acting on her feelings, which she was desperately trying to push away.
"English IV and Government," Dani answered, not sounding too pleased with. "English is my least favorite class. I love to write... but I like to write songs, not essays and shit."
"You write songs?" Santana asked curiously.
"What about songs?" Rachel piped up, glancing at the two of them. Santana rolled her eyes at the girl.
"I write some. They're really not all that good, though," Dani answered, sounding slightly uncomfortable.
"Do you sing, too?" Kurt asked, exchanging an excited look with Rachel. Santana groaned and crossed her arms.
"You two are unbelievable," she muttered.
"I guess I sing a little," Dani answered, giving Santana a funny glance.
"You should join Glee Club!" Rachel exclaimed.
Dani bit her lip. "I'm not sure it's my scene."
"What is your scene?" Santana questioned the blue-haired girl pointedly. She was hanging out with the Latina, and Glee was definitely Santana's scene. Or at least, one of them. The bell rang, and the four of them stood up.
"Yeah, maybe I'll come," Dani said, sounding nervous.
"Well, if you do," Santana started, grabbing her things and walking side by side with Dani to the door, "don't be nervous. If you have a good voice, you might even rank higher than Berry in there. We don't have any seniors."
"Yeah right," Rachel said, walking swiftly past the two of them.
Dani laughed. "Okay, I'll think about it. See you, Santana."
"Bye, Dani," Santana returned. As she turned to walk to US History, she found a smile stuck onto her face. When she realized it, though, she wiped it off immediately. She needed to get it together, seriously... She had to keep her emotions in check.
History and home-ec flew by quickly, which was surprising, considering how much Santana wanted to just be in Glee already. When she left home-ec, she made her way to her locker. She grabbed her backpack and tossed her homework in it, leaving everything else in her locker.
Quinn was at her locker just as Santana closed hers. "Hey," Santana said to her best friend. Despite all of their fighting, they always ended up friends again. That was pretty much the main reason that they were still best friends over the years.
"Going to Glee, right?" Quinn checked.
"Definitely. Let's go," Santana said as Quinn closed her locker, and they headed towards the choir room. As they entered, they saw that everyone else was already there. But no blue hair anywhere, and that got Santana to frown.
Rachel approached the Latina as Quinn went over to flirt with Finn, even though everyone knew he was with Rachel. "Is Danielle coming?"
"I'm not sure," Santana answered, glancing at all of the doors, but not seeing anyone come in. "I guess we didn't tell her what room it is."
"Well, if she's looking for it, she'll hear us singing," Rachel assured Santana, as if she knew how badly Santana wanted Dani to show up. Santana shrugged, trying to act indifferent, and went to set down her stuff and take a sit in one of the chairs in the back of the risers. Everyone else sat down as Mr. Shue came in, blabbing about sectionals.
Santana stared at the door, willing that already familiar head of blue hair to show up. Even though she knew that she shouldn't, she was.
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