A/N: My apologies for the long wait on this. I've tried from the beginning to update about once a week, but my life just got all kinds of out of control in the past few weeks in ways I could never have imagined. It's been nuts and while I did want to write, my head just wasn't in the right place to put out anything worth publishing. Anyway, things have calmed down so I think I'm back on track and I hope you're all still with me! These are actually the chapters I've been waiting to get to so hopefully I'll keep on a good schedule again going forward.
This chapter has a bit of drama, but rest assured this isn't going to become a huge angst filled fic or anything. I just wanted to mix it up a little bit from the normal lighter pace. Also, I answered via PM, but anyone else wondering about the legal bartending age in NYC - it's 18. I'm going on the idea that all of the kids are 18 in this one. Hope you guys enjoy.
The first two weeks of the school year flew by before anyone knew it and the group had all adjusted quickly to a lifestyle that was much more fast paced with as few kinks as possible. They were all busy and tired, especially during the first week, but for the most part they managed pretty well. They went on Brittany's date night around Times Square, which included lengthy stops at the M&M store and Toys R Us so they could ride the indoor ferris wheel and everyone actually seemed to enjoy themselves this time around.
While most things were running smooth, one of the issues they faced was that apart from the group date nights, Brittany had been largely non-existant in the household since starting school. As Santana had both hoped and feared Brittany made extremely fast friends with her fellow dance students and they easily fell into the honeymoon stage of friendship where they wanted to hang out all the time. Between that and her new job, once Friday of the second week of school had rolled around she felt like she barely saw her girlfriend, especially one on one. She didn't want to complain because it was good for Brittany to make friends and she also knew these things happened when you met new people, but it was becoming trying.
For her part, Santana was enjoying school, but had yet to really find her place. She'd met a few people here and there in class, but no one she really clicked with and nothing that went beyond the casual question about the current lessons. It wasn't exactly unexpected – Santana was always a "popular" girl in school, but that didn't mean she actually had a lot of friends. It was always Brittany and then Quinn when she met her, but even then that relationship was volatile at times. She knew she wasn't the easiest person in the world to get along with and truthfully, new people kind of just annoyed her. She never really felt like she needed them.
When it came down to it, she actually could care less about that piece at the moment. She'd figure that out in time and she wasn't really worried about meeting people. On the other hand she was concerned about Brittany. She knew it was stupid and silly to be insecure, but she couldn't help it. It was just her nature and because she wasn't the type to be clingy or needy, she didn't know how to react. Mostly she just missed her, but she there was always a little voice in the back of her head that worried about a day when Brittany would find something bigger and better. As she walked down the block towards the bar she tried to put that thought out of her mind, at least for the moment.
"Hey Santana." Rick, the bouncer, said as she made her way to the door of the Village Station. True to her word, she'd sat with Brittany the first Sunday she worked and had been in to see her Tuesday too. Upon meeting Rick she was happy to discover several things – that he was happily married, very large, extremely intimidating, and super protective over the staff. Even better, he had the personality of a teddy bear once you got to know him and was more than happy to make sure Brittany made it home safely if she was closing late alone. He had, of course, taken to Brittany instantly and Santana felt content at least in the fact that Brittany appeared to be in good hands.
"Hey Rick. How's it going?" He smiled.
"It's just starting." he said with a sigh. "You?" She shrugged.
"Could be worse, could be better."
"I hear you. Go ahead your girl is in there and it's still pretty quiet." he said motioning towards the bar. Santana walked in to see Brittany's back facing her as she un-stacked glasses behind the bar, her long blonde hair falling loosely over her the shoulders left bare by her black tank top. She was engaged in conversation with her fellow bartender Trevor and Santana couldn't help but notice that she looked both happy and in her element. Part of her was so happy that Brittany had adjusted so seamlessly to their new life, but the selfish part still couldn't let go of the fact that she wasn't a part of it.
"Santana!" Brittany said, jumping up with a smile when she spotted her girlfriend approaching the bar. "You came!"
"Of course I did. Where else would I be?" she shrugged with a small smile and put her bag on the bar, leaning halfway across the bar to meet Brittany for a quick kiss.
"I've missed you." she said with a smile, kissing her once more. Brittany had worked the previous night and their schedules prevented them from meeting up before she worked today because Santana had to take care of getting a few books uptown and Brittany agreed to have dinner with a few friends from school.
"I've missed you too." Santana sighed. "It's all I really do lately." Brittany furrowed her brow as she slid a drink over to Santana.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It just means you're super busy all the time and I never see you." Brittany opened her mouth to respond when a few guys walked up to the bar and and she held up a finger to pause the thought as she turned to take their order. Santana just sighed and sipped her drink as the bar went through a rush of customers and Brittany was caught up in helping to keep them all happy.
"Sorry baby, that was insane." Brittany said as it slowed down after a little while. "I'm sorry we haven't caught up in the past couple of days though. I hate it too." she said with a pout as she slid Santana across a second drink and dumped her old glass.
"Now's not the time to talk about it anyway Britt." she said. "How was last night?"
"Awesome, it was packed. I did really well." she said with a wink.
"Good." Santana smiled genuinely.
"Speaking of that, want to go celebrate tomorrow night?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Todd, Bridgette and I think Stacey wanted to check out this club in SoHo." she said, wiping down the bar in front of her before tossing the rag to the sink. Santana's face fell.
"Oh, you're planning on hanging out with them again?" She never thought she'd long for the days of hanging out with Finn and Rachel.
"Well, yeah, Todd says this place is awesome and we've been saying we'd find the time to go. Now that I have some money I figured it would work...I mean I said I'd invite you and Finn and Rachel, but Rachel said they have something to do." she shrugged and thought. "I can't remember what it was but it sounded boring."
"I don't know, I mean I don't want to intrude on your time with your friends, it's really your thing."
"Don't be ridiculous, they're dying to meet you because I don't shut up about you." she said, before taking the order of a few young girls, giving Santana a moment to think. "Look if you don't want to go we can just stay in or go out together..."
"No, it's fine I'll go." she said with a sigh of resignation.
"Don't sound too excited." she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure you'll have fun. They're cool people and the place is supposed to be fun too. It had like 7 different dance floors or something." she said, exchanging a beer for money with another customer and thanking him politely as he instructed her to keep the change.
"That's cool." she said, trying to put some effort behind her smile and Brittany just sighed, easily seeing right through it.
"Listen, don't come if you don't want to. I don't need you to come if you're going to be in one of those 'Santana' moods." Brittany said, moving down the bar, leaving Santana to think. Her insecurity instantly caused her to be troubled by just how quickly Brittany was willing to move on with out her.
"What the fuck is a 'Santana' mood?" she asked with anger when Brittany returned.
"You know exactly what it is. It's one of those moods where you do nothing but downgrade people-"
"Degrade."
"Whatever...you degrade them and you act like you're better than everyone and pretend that you're not interested in being friends with them."
"Cause I'm not." Santana spat and Brittany just shook her head, looking hurt.
"You know, I'd really like for you to meet my friends." she said quietly after a few moments of thought. "I'd like for you to know them and even like them because you're the biggest part of my life. I don't know why you can't get that. Or maybe it's just because you are completely unable to share anything." She said before turning to three young men sitting in the seats next to Santana with a smile as she threw coasters down in front of them and asked their order.
Santana listened to them order, calling Brittany names like sweetie and complimenting her appearance and it only served to further the mood she was already in from their current conversation. She clenched her fist and slid her drink back towards the other end of the bar with the other as she glared over at them. Brittany laughed and giggled obliviously to her as she flirted back and set them up with beers and shots. She refilled Santana and the bar started to pick up and their conversation had been paused by circumstances out of their control.
A couple hours later and nothing more than short small talk, and Santana was starting to feel the effects of her drinks and the shots she'd ordered despite Brittany's disapproving eyes. So were the guys next to her, who continued to flirt with Brittany mercilessly and beg for her number as they bought her shots. Brittany for her part managed to dodge all of those questions, but still maintained a high enough level of flirt to piss her girlfriend off, even if it wasn't rational. She kept her temper in check until Brittany walked to the back to get a fresh set of glasses and she couldn't help but overhear the conversation next to her.
"She's all kinds of hot." the blonde guy next to her said, shaking his head.
"Dude, I know. I'll have her number by the end of the night, is not more, always do. Bartenders are easy. You buy them a few shots and sweet talk them and by the end of the night, you've got them in your pocket." His dark haired friend said, causing them all to chuckle.
"We'll see. She doesn't seem like she's in the market." The other guy scoffed.
"Please, she doesn't need to be in the dating market, girls like that are only good for one thing anyway. You have some fun with them and then on to the next."
"You disgusting piece of shit." Santana said, springing up from her chair into his face. "Have a little fucking respect."
"Santana!" Brittany yelled, putting the glasses down and running over to reach across the bar and try to separate them. "What are you doing?"
"Putting these assholes in their place!" She said, shoving the dark haired guy.
"Stop it." Brittany said.
"No!" Santana said, turning back to the guy. "And guys like you wonder why they can't get laid! Maybe you should learn that women are more than just a piece of ass! And learn to take a fucking hint when someone isn't interested." she said, getting right up in his face once more.
"Hey, back the fuck off." his blonde friend said, grabbing her to move her away as she shook out of his grip.
"Don't fucking touch me scumbag." Brittany put her palm to her forehead.
"Santana stop it now!"
"Who the fuck are you. Maybe you should mind your own business."
"She-" she pointed to Brittany "is my business. That's my girlfriend you douchebag."
"You're girlfriend. Wow, the plot thickens." he laughed, looking her up and down appreciatively. "Listen, I didn't mean to leave you out. You're more than welcome to join us."
"You sick fuck." She said, lunging at him and connecting her fist to his nose.
"Son of a bitch!" he screamed as Brittany yelled and suddenly Santana felt a set of strong hands dragging her backwards.
"Let me go!" she screamed as Rick pulled her through the crowd and out the back.
"You!" he said, nodding to the three guys, you're out too. Out front now! Don't be here when I get back."
"Get the fuck off me."
"Cool it!" he said forcefully as he brought her out to the back room. "Calm the fuck down. Anyone else would have been out on their ass and banned for life. Neither you or Brittany are going to last long in this place if you're going to pull shit like this." he said, pushing her into a chair. "Sit here and wait for Brittany to bring your things. Then you're out for the rest of the night. If this shit happens again, I tell Owen and you're done. You're fucking lucky he wasn't here tonight." he said, referring to the owner.
"Those guys were fucking all over her." Santana said. "They were disgusting. Maybe you should have been doing your dob instead of me having to intervene."
"Are you really telling me what my job is?" he asked sternly. "Because that's not it and you know it. She wasn't in danger. If she was, we would have settled it. This jealous bullshit, it has no place here, and that's for you two to figure out." he huffed. "You're out in 10." he said, slamming the door behind him as she sank backwards, catching her breath.
"What the hell are you doing Santana?" Brittany asked, storming into the office and slamming the door behind her. "Do you know how lucky I am the owner wasn't here? I just started here, I could be fired."
"Those guys were assholes and you know it." Santana spat and Brittany shook her head.
"They were a bit obnoxious-"
"You didn't hear what they said after you walked away."
"It doesn't matter Santana. They can be as obnoxious as they want. They're in a bar, all that matters for me is that I smile and hand them drinks."
"You were flirting with them."
"I was being slightly friendly. I wasn't going to give them my number, I wasn't going to go out with them, or go home with them. I was just giving them drinks and putting up with their small talk!" she said in frustration. "I don't have time for this now Santana. Go home." she said.
"You're coming."
"I'm working."
"Not here."
"Santana." she said with a warning tone. "Not now. You want to have this conversation again fine. But not now. Right now, you're going home and I'm staying here and finishing my shift and praying I don't get fired." Santana huffed and grabbed her bag, pushing past her towards the door.
"Yeah, well I hope you do." she spat as she slammed the door and made her way out, Rick grabbing her at the door.
"What?" she snapped.
"There's a cab right there." he said, nodding.
"I live 2 blocks away."
"And you just pissed off three drunk assholes, no walking around tonight. Get in the car and get home safe. I paid." She swallowed and walked over to the cab, getting in without another word.
"Hey." Rachel said cheerfully from the couch as Santana walked in and dropped her coat on a hook. "You're back early."
"Not now Berry." she said, moving towards the kitchen and pulling down a bottle of vodka, as Rachel furrowed her brow.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay hobbit?" she spat, pouring herself a drink.
"Are you sure you should be drinking?" Rachel said, leaning against the opposite side of the counter.
"Don't tell me what to do Berry. Not now. Please for once just fucking let me be." Rachel's phone rang and she stopped to answer.
"Okay, sure. See you in 10 minutes. Love you too." she said, before tucking it back into her pocket. "Santana," she said gently, "if you need to talk, I know we're not best friends, or even real friends, but I'm here." she shrugged.
"I wouldn't talk to you if you were the last living being in existence." she spat, downing the rest of what was in her glass and Rachel swallowed hard. "In fact, fuck this, I'm getting out of here." she said slamming her glass down and grabbing her coat.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Santana."
"Rachel, just let it go!" she screamed, opening the door and slamming it back shut as she exited, leaving Rachel in stunned silence and not quite sure what her next move should be. She sat on the couch and in a few minutes turned when she heard the locks and saw Finn.
"Hey babe." he smiled and hung up his coat, tossing his keys on the table as he came over to give her a kiss hello.
"How was band practice?"
"Good, it's coming together." he smiled. "What's wrong?" he said, his face falling a bit. "You look like you saw a ghost or something."
"Something is going on with Santana." she said and he frowned as Santana recounted the details of what happened a few minutes ago.
"Did you call Britt?" Rachel shook her head. "She can't really talk at work."
"Maybe I should go down there?" he asked. "See what she says?"
"I..." she shook her head. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to bother her at work, but I'm actually worried about her. It had to be something with Brittany." Rachel sighed. "I don't think she's handling the new schedule well but there must be more."
"Let me text Brittany." he suggested. "If we need to, we'll go down there."
"Okay." Rachel agreed and five minutes later Brittany called, clearly concerned that Santana had taken off, but also clearly mad as she explained briefly what happened at the bar earlier. She hung up, shortly after being pulled back to work. "Wow." Rachel, who had been listening said.
"I knew this was going to be bad." he said. "Santana is a jealous person."
"Yeah, I saw it from the first time we discussed it."
"I've never heard Brittany so angry."
"Me neither." Rachel agreed. "Text Santana."
"She's not going to answer me."
"Try." she said. "You heard Brittany, she wants you to. Just...try and see if she's okay."
Santana sat in the dark corner of the dive bar around the corner 2 hours later, finally picking up the phone that sat buzzing, only to be met with 7 texts and 5 missed calls, 3 from Brittany and 2 from Rachel.
Britt 3 (12:03) - Where are you San? Finn called me. Just let me know you're alright please.
Frankenteen (12:04) - Where r u? Just want to make sure ur OK.
Frankenteen (12:26) - Please just text 1 of us. We r worried.
Hobbit (12:40) – I know you're upset Santana, just please let someone know you're alright.
Britt 3 (12:57) – San I'm freaking out. Please, please just text me or something. Please.
Hobbit (1:46) – Santana if you don't respond to someone soon, I will be forced to call the police and report you missing. Don't test me.
Britt 3 (2:02) - Santana, stop doing this. U can't run away the first time it gets hard. Text me or call me. Or even R or F.
She sighed and hit reply in anger, typing out an short text stating she was alive, in a bar and going home soon.
Britt 3 (2:07) – Thank u
Santana was grateful to walk into a quiet house an hour later. She had feared that Rachel and Finn would be waiting up, but luckily her text to Brittany seemed to be enough to send them to sleep. She put her things down and tiptoed inside to change before slipping back out with a blanket and pillow and making her way to the couch. She wasn't sleeping with Brittany tonight and she was pretty sure Britt would agree.
A few minutes later she shoved her alcohol clouded mind into the pillow and let her tears fall freely. She never could control that when she drank and this seemed a particularly somber night. Swallowing hard, she ran through her conversations with Brittany once more before falling into a restless sleep.
An hour later, Brittany entered quietly, placing her coat and keys down and heading to the bedroom before the sight of her girlfriend on the couch caught her eyes. She sighed and shook her head, her own eyes feeling a little teary. She was physically and emotionally spent from the last few hours and for the first time in a long time she realized she had no idea where she and Santana stood. She knew the transition might be challenging, but she didn't expect it to be this hard just a few weeks in.
She walked over and pulled the blanket around Santana, thanking the fact that she had drunk enough to knock her out. For a moment she thought about waking her and bringing her to bed, except the overwhelming part of her was actually glad she wouldn't have to cuddle up to her tonight. The thought made her sad and she sniffled before leaning over to kiss Santana's forehead gently before retiring herself.
The next morning Finn and Rachel had made a full breakfast spread, figuring they should do anything they could to ease tension in the house, as small as it might be in the scheme of things. Santana ate in silence and thanked them quietly before getting dressed and taking off, claiming she had to study and was headed to the NYU library.
"This is bad." Finn said.
"Really bad."
"Morning." Brittany said, rubbing her eyes and making her way to the table.
"Good morning Brittany." Rachel smiled. "We made a big breakfast." Brittany smiled thankfully, understanding the gesture immediately.
"Thanks guys." she said, settling into a chair and grabbing things for her plate immediately as she tossed a glance to the couch. "Did San go somewhere?"
"She had to study." Finn said apologetically. "She said she was going to the campus library." Brittany just nodded, swallowing hard.
"Right, so she doesn't want any part of dealing with things as usual." she said.
"Are you okay Brittany?" Rachel asked honestly. "I mean, clearly things are not okay. But, do you need anything? Because we're here." she shrugged and Finn smiled warmly, grabbing Rachel's hand.
"I don't know right now Rachel. All I know is that she needs to grow up. And I'm disappointed because I thought she was growing up. But then this happens and it's like she's back to being 15 again."
"I think she's upset about you not spending so much time together."
"I know. I'm upset too. And maybe I have been distracted and gotten wrapped up. I don't know. But I know that the fact that she doesn't know how to discuss it like a normal person is ridiculous." she said. "I also know that she would have done what she did with those guys last night no matter what. She has no self control and she clearly doesn't trust me."
"I don't think it's that Britt, I just think that it's really hard for anyone sometimes to watch people all over your girlfriend." Finn shrugged. "I know it doesn't make it right and I'm sure she went too far, but Santana's the kind of person who has always been obsessive."
"You mean possessive." Rachel said with a sigh.
"Right." he nodded. "She's always been like that."
"You know as much as Santana wants to be confident, she's extremely insecure Brittany." Rachel said.
"Can you stop talking to me like I don't know Santana? I know her better than anyone. I know that." Brittany said, dropping her fork in frustration. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry, I mean...that wasn't me. I'm sorry, I'm just upset."
"It's okay Brittany." Rachel said honestly. "I get it."
"I just wish she'd let me make her more...secure." Brittany shook her head. "I've really been enjoying everything – my job, my friends, school. I'm trying to settle in, you know? But she won't do that herself so she's getting mad at me. And she's probably also battling herself because she doesn't want to be mad at me."
"You know, your ability to understand and read Santana is amazing." Rachel said, shaking her head.
"I know, right?" Brittany smirked. "If there was a class on her I'd so get 100."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." Brittany shrugged. "I'm really mad at her. Usually I'm just disappointed, but this time I'm actually angry. She could have gotten me fired." she sighed. "Actually she said she wished she did."
"She didn't mean that." Finn reassured her.
"I'm not so sure."
"Me neither." Rachel said with a chuckle. "You guys need to talk."
"I don't want to talk to someone who can't admit that they're wrong too." Brittany said, shaking her head. "Look, it's the weekend and I want to enjoy it before the crazy school week comes back. I'm not going to let her destroy it because she will. I had plans with my friends tonight and I'm sticking with them. I need a some time to think myself. I don't want to talk to her when I'm mad. I'll say something stupid."
"That's understandable Brittany, but don't you think you might give her the wrong impression? I mean she seems to be concerned you don't care about your relationship right now."
"Well that's a dumb concern, because clearly I do." she sighed. "I just need a day. We went through phases when we were getting together where she'd ignore me for a week. I deserve a day."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm going to go shopping and then head over to my friends before we go out. You want to come shopping?"
"Sure." Rachel smiled. I could use something to wear for our date tonight she said, smiling at Finn.
"Be ready in an hour?"
"Perfect."
"Thanks for breakfast guys. It was awesome." Brittany smiled, as she got up and walked towards the bedroom, before turning and walking back, standing before them with a shrug. "Did she eat?"
"Yep." Rachel smiled kindly. "Not a lot, but she did." Brittany nodded and turned around.
"I feel bad for them." Rachel said.
"Me too."
"They make it really hard to help."
"Sometimes it's just not your battle Rach." Finn shrugged. "You have to just be there for people when they need it and give them advice, but ultimately you have to back off and let them be." Rachel smiled and leaned over to kiss him softly.
"Sometimes you surprise me with the things you say."
"Thanks." he smirked. "I try."
"Are you okay with me going shopping?" she asked, settling her arms around his neck as he nodded.
"Sure, we're going to be together all night. I'm happy to have xbox time with no one home." he smiled and she rolled her eyes.
"Finn?" she asked, turning serious.
"Yeah?"
"I know that this time is difficult or all of us. We're adjusting to completely different schedules and going into a new phase of life. We've never lived together before and there are a lot of challenging things coming up. I mean, a lot of wonderful and fun things, but a lot of challenging ones as well." He nodded. "I feel like this is one of those times that can make or break you. Can we just promise not to let it break us?"
"Of course." he said gently. "I never want anything to break us again Rachel."
"I know." she nodded. "I know, but I mean...what Brittany and Santana are going through. Can we please try and communicate with each other and make sure we don't lose sight of our goals as a couple? I mean, I want to make sure we talk about things and don't keep secrets or make huge decisions without each other." she said, Finn's mind instantly travelling to his fireman's exam and the fact that he read that callbacks would be coming in the next few months.
"Of course." he said, swallowing hard. He knew he was procrastinating, but he didn't want to throw any more chaos into the mix right now. Not when the house was a stressful place already. He made a promise to discuss it with her once Brittany and Santana worked out their issues and things settled down. "I promise." Rachel smiled broadly.
"Thanks. You're the best." she said, hugging him tightly before popping up. "I better go shower and get ready, are you okay to clean up?"
"Sure." he nodded, unsure why he felt extreme guilt even though he had vowed to tell her later. "You go ahead, I'll be fine." She smiled once more before running off to their room, leaving him to clean up and think about the conversation he had been putting off for almost a month.
"Soon." he said with a sigh. "I'll get it over with soon." he said, still not really feeling any better about it.
"Son of a bitch!" Finn cursed, throwing the controller down, as he looked up and saw Santana shutting the door.
"Nice to see you too." she muttered, tossing her keys on the table and her bag on the floor.
"Not you." he sighed. "The damn game." She rolled her eyes.
"That shit will kill off your brain cells. And you need to be careful. You don't have many to begin with." she said, plopping down on the opposite couch.
"I know you're having a bad day, so I'll let that one slide." he said with a smirk. "Wanna play?"
Santana looked at him like he had about 10 heads.
"Excuse me?"
"The game." he nodded towards the TV. "Call of Duty. Wanna play me?"
"I know what you were implying dopey, I'm just not sure I know why you're asking." He just shrugged.
"It's a good stress reliever. You know, there's something to be said for shooting simulated people to death." She looked skeptical, yet slightly intrigued. She was extremely stressed out.
"Where's Brittany?" she asked, against her better judgment. She wanted not to care.
"She went shopping with Rachel and then she's going out with her friends. Something about a new club with a lot of dance floors?" he said, trying to remember.
"Wait she went out?" Santana asked, her brow furrowing. "For the night." Finn just nodded, studying her in expectation of an impending freakout.
"She did say she left you a note." he said. "In your room." She scoffed and got up to check it out.
Santana,
I need some to relax after yesterday. Rachel and I went shopping for the afternoon. I'm heading to Stacey's afterward to get dinner before we meet everyone out. It'll probably be late. We'll talk tomorrow if you want.
Hope you have a good night. Be safe.
Love,
Britt
"She's gotta be kidding me." Santana scowled, throwing it back on the bed. She wasn't sure what she'd expected. Certainly not for everything to be resolved by a note but certainly not that either. She walked back out and sat on the couch in a huff.
"Bad note?" Finn asked, looking over between kills.
"Bad note." she said.
"So you wanna shoot some people?" he asked again.
"Do I get to kill you?" she asked.
"We can play that way if you want."
"I want." she said definitively and he just laughed and motioned her over with his head.
"Come on." he said, digging into the cooler at his feet. "Beer?" he asked and she had to smile.
"Sure."
A short tutorial on the controls and within 2 minutes Santana found herself sneaking up and shooting Finn from behind.
"Shit!" he yelled.
"I might like this after all." she smirked. "Does Berry ever play?"
"Santana." Finn warned.
"What? Can't blame me for asking." she said, finding another angle to take him out. "You're so going down Hudson." she said.
"What have I done?" he asked with a sigh.