Santana watched with disgust as her former best friend Quinn gazed into her boyfriend Sam's eyes. Santana had to admit he was hot. But it wasn't fair!
Every girl in the school seemed to have a great, caring boyfriend except for Santana. Even Tina had a boyfriend, the hot and caring Mike Chang. Guys slept with Santana, but they didn't care for her one bit. They just cared about her hot body. Santana deserved to be the captain of the Cheerios, not Quinn. She had worked just as hard, if not harder, than Quinn. But everyone chose Quinn over Santana!
Everyone had chosen over them for years, picking Quinn every time. And why not? Quinn had been the Golden Girl, while Santana had been that slut that slept around, that would sleep with anything that would let her. They all thought that she was desperate, never stopping to wonder if she had some problems in her life and needed to be told how good she was. Then Quinn had gone and gotten herself knocked up and they all abandoned the blond and Santana became HBIC, but they all went flocking back to Quinn when she was let back on the Cheerios and Santana was banished to the bottom of the pyramid. She had thought that she would get everyone's attention back by beating the blond up, but that didn't work either!
Santana thought. Maybe she would win Finn's attention back by becoming friends with Quinn again and trying to be a better person. She headed over to the blond.
"Look, I'm sorry," she said. "Can we be friends again?"
Quinn looked up and nodded, and then went back to chatting with Sam.
"Alright, guys," Mr. Schue said, coming in, and Santana sat down next to Brittany. "I want you guys to sing a song that reflects something that's going on, alright?"
Santana nodded, already knowing what she was going to sing.
Santana raised her hand. "Yes?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Can I go first?"
He looked surprised, but he agreed. She got up, standing and walking over to the mic, grabbing it off the stand. Brittany and Quinn oblingly got up and walked over for backup.
Santana stared at Finn as she started. When she got to the chorus, she whipped her dark hair.
We are the crowd
We're co-coming out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
Because you know that baby, I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop
Until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
I'll be your girl
Backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Because you are a star
Between the sets
Eyeliner and all the rest
Shadow is burnt
Yellow dust in return
My lashes are dry
Purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
Santana sang the rest of the song, and then looked straight at Finn.