"Hey Trouty Mouth!"
Sam turned around smiling. "Sup, Santana?"
Her face was a cross between a glare and a pout. "Why won't you get upset when I call you names? It's frustratingly nice of you."
"Because I know you," he said, shrugging. "The only one you're obviously nice to is Britt. You pretty much ignore everyone else, but you'll fight the people you have problems with and insult the people you like."
Santana's mouth dropped open for a moment before she closed it. "Don't go spreading lies like that," she snapped. But before she turned around, Sam saw a smile.