Rachel's POV

We've been here for at least 3 hours. Forever 21 is probably the biggest store in the mall. My feet hurt and I'm hungry, but Santana won't quit.

"I'm determined to find the perfect outfit!" Santana repeats as if it was her mantra. She already had two bags full of clothes for herself.

"But Santana," I whine, "I already have clothes that you picked for me! Four bags full actually. And I'm hungry."

"Those," She points at the bags in my hand, "are for the regular week days. You need a 'Bang me Outfit'"

"But I don't wasn't anyone to 'bang me'. Unless it's Quinn." I whisper.

"You aren't actually going to have sex, but what's wrong with a little teasing?" I can't help but smirk as I think of the legendary saying, "It's all about the teasing, Not the pleasing."

"I guess, your right." Santana just smirks and takes me down to the lower level. The lights were a little bit dimmer than the other floor. There were mannequins dressed in club like styles all over the room.

"Let's get started." Santana says as she drags me to the nearest room.

Two hours after that we were leaving the store and heading to the food court. At least we were until Santana pushed me into the family bathroom that we were passing.

"Santana wh-

"Shut up!" She hisses, "Mercedes and Kurt were rounding the corner." I nod my head in understand meant.

"But how are we supposed to know that they passed?" I ask quietly.

"Well, they're probably going to the sale at Charming Charlie, which started this morning. So they probably won't be making any detours." I stare at Santana in awe as I lean on the door.

"Why do people expect so little from me?" Santana questions jokingly.

"Because you make sure to act like a standard cheerleader, whose specialty is torture." I state.

"I guess. Any way, I think they should be gone by now." Santana moves to open the door, which I was still leaning on. I end up falling out the room with Santana since she had tried to catch me but had failed.

"Tsk. Tsk. Look who just rolled out." I heart the familiar voice of Mercedes Jones say.

"Of the closet it seams." Damn Kurt and his one liners.